Forever and Always

Chapter 15

*This is Tris' dress! Kk, here's the update.

Tris POV

I go into my bathroom and get dressed. I am wearing a pretty blue dress that comes down to my ankles and is sleeveless. So, to fix this, I put on a white long sleeve knit thingy that kinda looks like a shrug, so I don't have to worry about the scars. It actually looks really pretty. It would look better on someone else though. Then I go do my makeup. I put on black eye liner and mascara. I also put on foundation and concealer. To finish my makeup, I put on a skin color eye shadow, and a small amount of lipgloss that is the same shade as my skin. I put on silver sandals, then looked at myself in the mirror. I was slightly less ugly. Then the door bell rang.

"Can you get that, Princess?!" My dad calls. "Yes sir." I say and walk downstairs. I open the door and see Marcus. I hide my disgust with a smile. Then I quickly glance at Four. He is wearing a nice plaid shirt with black pants. He looks great. I look back at Marcus. He sticks out his hand. "I believe we have already met, briefly though." He says in an innocent tone. He makes me want to smack that smile off his face. "Yes, and I already know Four." I state simply. I step out of the doorway. "Come on in." I say sweetly. They do and I see that parents are already in the living room. "Hello Marcus." My dad says and they shake hands. Then my mom shakes hands with him. "This is Four." Marcus says, pointing to him. "Oh, yes. We've already met. And this is Beatrice." My father says, pointing to me. "Oh, well we've met already too. She came over to work on homework with Four once." He says. "But she told me her name was Tris, not Beatrice." He says in confusion. "Oh, she goes by Tris, but family prefers to call her by her real name." My dad says. All I'm thinking is (1) why is the attention on me? And (2) Marcus seems to have enough respect for his son by calling him Four in front of everyone. Good. Marcus nods and Dad says, "Well, let's eat." And we go into the dining room.

Caleb sits on one side of me, with Four on the other. We pass around plates and start eating. I remember to eat properly, the few times that Mom lets me eat with the family I have to eat like I'm having tea with the queen. It's actually embarrassing. She doesn't care about anyone else eating nicely, just me. To embarrass me. I use the proper fork for eat item of food, no elbows on the table, dap my mouth with my napkin every 2 bites, I'm not allowed to talk at all at the table except when I'm asked a question, (which I probably wouldn't talk anyway, being shy and all, even in front of family) I have to take sips from my drink, and have to eat slowly. Ugh. I feel like everyone's looking at me. "She's quite a quiet one." Marcus says. "Yes, when she ever decides to talk it sounds like a whisper." My dad says. I keep my eyes on the table and keep eating. When everyone is finished, I grab there plates and wash the dishes without being asked. Well, technically I was asked, well, told. My mom says that I have to do this every night, but she won't remind me because she wants it to look like I'm doing it without being told. I clean all the dishes and join everyone at the table again.

After what seems like hours, my dad sees that Four and I are really bored. "Why don't you go show Four around, Princess?" I nod and we both get up. When we're out of ear shot, I hear Four say, "Thank god. I don't think I'll be interested in government when I'm older." I laugh and nod. I give him a tour and then we go upstairs to my room. "You look great." Four says and I blush. "You do to." I say. "Why thank you, I try." Four says, making me laugh. "Why were you eating like you were having tea with the queen?" Four asks. "My mom makes me." Is all I say. We get in a small conversation and then I remember something. "I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." I say and leave the room.

When I get to the bathroom I lean over the toilet. Then I take a deep breath and stick my finger in the back of my throat, causing me to puke. I do it a couple more times, until there's nothing left. I definitely can't gain weight if I'm on the cheer team. I'm already 65 pounds! I get up and wipe my mouth off with a washcloth and brush my teeth. I leave the bathroom and go back into my room.

"Sorry." I apologize and sit back down. We quickly get wrapped up in a conversation and then it's time for him to go. "Four! Time to go!" I hear Marcus yell. "Coming!" He yells back. Then he kisses me. When we pull back he says, "See you tomorrow," and then leaves.

I go downstairs after he leaves. "Hey, Dad?" I ask. "Yes?"
"Can you pick me up tomorrow after school at 4:30?" I ask. "Yes, Princess. Now go get some sleep. You have school tomorrow."
"Yes, Daddy." I say and give him a hug before going to bed, as I do every night. "Love you." I say.
"Love you too." He says back. Then I go upstairs.

I lay down on my bed and think about Four. I'm so lucky. Even though I just saw him, I can't wait to see him tomorrow. He makes me feel special. No one else does. And with that final thought, I fall asleep.

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