Allure

Chapter 4.

"Four, why the hell have you taken me here." And by here, I mean in the middle of fricken nowhere!

I am furious right now, if Andrew finds out i'm skipping school, I might as well dig my grave right now. Four cannot just drag me out here! Who does he think he is!

Suddenly rough fingertips press against my fragile skin, I look up to see a flustered Four.

"Look, Tris. I need to know. Just tell me. What. Happened?" Excuse me. What business is it of his. I am not his property so he has no right to pinpoint my every move and know every detail of my life.

I turn around and look him dead in the eyes.

"Listen hear Four, you don't need to know anything, my life is nothing of your concern so, get lost! And take me back!" I spit his name out like poison on my lips.

In a split second Four has me pressed up againt a tree and his face is so close I can feel his repulsive breath fan on my neck. Does he not know what a mint is?

"Tris." He says the words like they are his lifeline, what is up with him today, going soft and shit.

"What?" I huff out with a gruff voice due to my annoyance.

"Whoever has done this to you. They. Will. Pay. Nobody touches what is mine." He shouts out tightening his hold on me.

I wince from the rough bark digging into my delicate back. Four removes me from the tree but only to have his back pressed against it instead.

I breath out a sigh of relief as the pain withered away, but frowned in irritation as my chest was pressed against his. I press my hands against his chest in attempt to pull away but he keeps hold of me like my struggling has no effect on him.

I sigh in defeat.

"Four, I hit my head." Was my only reply, ignoring his immature claim on me, thinking i'm 'his'.

"Bullshit." He spat out, venom deep within the word.

"Let go, I need to get back." He is really starting to piss me off.

"I will keep you out here all night untill you tell me the truth." Somehow his words ignited something within me and I got aggravated.

"No. You do not deserve anything from me, nothing. All you do is fuck girls and leave, am I correct? So, let me guess. This is your little game, get the new girl to fall for you to get in her pants and leave her straight after. Well, Four. I am not that kind of girl, and I never will be. I can barely stand to talk to you more or less like you! So. Fuck. Off."

He stood there in complete and utter shock, I took this chance to get out of his deathening grip and run in the direction we came from.

I don't care where I go. As long as it's away from him.

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"It is so your fault! If you were awake you could of saved me from the spawn of satan!" I have just finished explaining to Dalin my monstrosity of a morning, curtesy of Four.

And being the amazing friend he is. He laughed.

I have only just gotten back from my 'adventure', I just made it for lunch. I mean that's just cruel. Kidnapping somebody is mean, but depriving somebody of their food! That is a whole different story.

But to my great pleasure, Four still hasn't returned, he probably found some girl to fuck.

I turn back to Dalin and flick the hair that's resting on his forehead, causing his cheeks to turn a deep crimson colour.

Awww, he's blushing.

I lean over the table and pinch his bright red cheeks, making the colour grow darker. He slaps my hand away from his face in a playful manner and covers his cheeks in embarrassment.

"Aww, don't be embarrassed sweetcheeks." I say with a small giggle towords the end.

Beeeep

The bell for fourth period went off and me and Dalin walked to our lockers side by side, grabbing our History books and heading down the hall to room 302.

I thanked God when the teacher didn't make me do all that introducing shit and paired me up with Dalin for a group assignment.

I am glad my partner is somebody I like, as my eyes wander around the room to find the classical 'sluts' in their see through tops and push up bras. I almost laugh out loud due to the fact that all the sluts are wearing revealing clothes, but have nothing to show.

I internally cringe of the thought of being paired with them, I would of stabbed myself with their fake nails.

Our project is on The Cold War and how the Soviet Empire collapsed. I have read many books to do with this assignment and am thankfull when we get an easy question to base our work on.

How much was Gorbachev involved in the collapse of the Soviet Empire?

I turn towords Dalin to see he is already staring at me with clouded eyes, making him look like he was deep in thought.

I snap my fingers infront of his face and watch as his body jerks up in suprise.

"W-wha- Huh?" All I do is turn and laugh at him, amused by his clueless state.

"Assignment, sweetcheeks." He groans at his newly found nickname that I have become fond of but does infact start in helping me in the production of this project.

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By the time school rolls by, Four has still not made an appearance and I still have to clean up the aftermath of Andrews freak out.

I try and stall the subject of going home by staying after school to complete my homework and the group assignment as I know I will not be able to finish them at home.

As i'm walking home at a slow pace, hoping the chances of finding Andrew passed out would be vast. But I know the longer I stall, the more scars shall be imprinted into my skin.

I open the door so slowly no sound is made and quietly scurry to the lounge to see he's passed out on the sofa.

Thank you Lord!

I make my way into the kitchen in readiness to clean the pool of blood and glass drowning out the kitchen floor.

I hurriedly tidy the mess in fear that Andrew will soon wake up. As soon as the mess is cleaned up I make my way up to my room making sure to secure the lock so he won't come up for round two.

I strip off my clothes to take a steamy shower and straighten my hair in readiness for tomorrow and pack my bag with the appropriate school books.

I get dressed into an oversized T-shirt and pants then head towords my bathroom to brush my teeth.

As soon as my limp body hits the bed I start to doze off into a deep sleep.

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Today is going to be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you. By now you should've som-

I picked up my phone in a rush worried that the noise may have awoke Andrew.

"Hello?" I ask more than say to the unknown caller. Who the hell would call at this time of night anyway?

"Now listen here love, you are mine. And mine only. If I see any guy touch, talk, or even so much as glance your way; they will be dead. I will ruin them. Nobody shall look at you other than me and you shall never look at anybody but me. Oh, and that Dalin prick. Never. Talk. To him. Again. I will only say this once more. You are mine princess."

Before I even stutter out a reply, the line goes dead. I don't even need to question who the person on the phone was as I already know who the prick is.

Four.