A/N: Hey! This Is a long chapter! Just Warning you!
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When I realize whats going on, I am thankful to be in Tobias's arms again. He's carrying me back to his room, i assume. I look at him. "Hi." Pathetic. He just saved your life for the second time, and all you can say is ''Hi''? He doesn't even look down at me. The anger is still there. His arms shake as they support my body. Ever muscle inside him is tense. I should of listened to him, when he told me not to go. We enter his room and he sets me down on the bed. He turns back to the door. "What are you doing now?" I ask. "Going to beat the living hell out of Peter.'' I sit up. "Don't." He looks back at me. "Tris, he tried to kill you, twice." I give a small sigh. "Tobias. Please, lay with me." I give him a pleading look. "Tris..No." "Please?" I whimper. The flame in his eyes illuminate the room. "God Damnit! I said No!" He reaches from his back pocket and flings a knife at the wall. It sticks just above my head. This is the first time in my life, that am scared of Tobias. He is so much bigger and stronger than me. He slams the door shut, and i sit with my head in my lap. I've been there a while, and i realize I don't want to be there when he returns. I slip out into the hallway. I keep looking behind me. My room is at the end of the hall. I hear footsteps behind me. I look back. Tobias is sprinting towards me. I am afraid. I let out somthing that's a mix between a whimper and a cry, and run to my room, as fast as I can. I close the door, and lock it behind me. I slide down, sitting against the door. I hear Tobias reach the door. "Tris.." he starts. "Tris Please.." I listen. " I'm sorry. it was the heat of the moment. I wasn't thinking. TRIS! Please..I'm begging you. Let me in. I promise things will be different." his voice changes. "Tris....PLEASE!" I stand up. "I love you Tris. I don't want to lose you." I gve n and unlock the door. "Tobias.." I call to him. "Tris.." He answers me. "I'm afraid." I confess, my voice shaking. "Oh" He mutters. I hear him, as he's about to leave. "Wait. Don't go." I whisper He stays silent, but I can tell he's still there. I open the door. "Can I...come in?" he asks. I nod. He grasps my hand, but I pull back. I'm still afraid. He sits on the bed, and beckons me toward him. The lights aren't on, but i can still see, with help from the moonlight. My eyes adjust to a big dark splotch on his shirt. "Tobias...Is that...Blood?" My fingers touch the stain. He winces, and pulls back. "Oh god, your hurt." I lift up his shirt just enough to see the wound. I push his shoulders back onto the bed, so i can get a better look. I turn on a light or two, and take off his shirt. I clean the wound, and bandage it. "Thanks Tris. A-and I'm sorry about what happened...Really sorry." He bends down to pick up his shirt, and hisses in pain. I pick it up for him. "Thanks." He gets up to leave. "Don't go." I plead. He looks back at me. "I'm not afrad." Thats a lie. " Are you sure?" he questions. "Yes. Please stay." He nods and locks the door. He slides his stained tee shirt over his head, and once it covers the wound, a look of pain overcomes his face. "Don't." I say, sliding the shirt back over his head. He smirks and leans in to kiss me. I pull away again, and he gets concerned. "Please...don't be afraid Tris." He brushes past me, and lays down on the bed. I gingerly lie next to him, but not close enough to feel his warmth. His hand slides over my hip. Just like Peter's. I lock up again, telling myself "It's Tobias..not Peter." multiple times.He pulls me in closer. I put my hand on top of his. I Wait for his breathing to slow, but it never does. "I can't sleep." I blurt out, quietly. "Me either." he says blantly. I sit up. Its' so hot in here. "Are you hot?" I ask. "A little." he answers. I stand up. "Ugh I can't take it anymore." I take off my shirt. It hits the floor, and I climb back onto the bed. "Tris...don't" He says nervously. I ignore him and touch his lips to mine. he puts his hands on the small of my back, and kisses me again, this time more desperate. His hands move upwards toward my bra clasp. I stop kissing him. He unhooks the latch. "Damnit Four." I snap. That was not what I was expecting at all. "You'd think I could show a little more skin without you freaking out." I Relatch my bra. "Tris...I told you to stop. I can't help it." His voice sounds a bit angry. He did tell me to stop. "Sorry." I say in a low murmured tone. I don't bother putting my shirt back on. We stay up talking. "You really scared me." I confess. "When you threw that knife." I feel his body tighten. "I don't want to talk about that." I sigh "You cant hide from it forever, Four." He Nods. "Stop calling me that." I roll my eyes. "Look, we'll talk about it towmarrow. I'm sick of fighting. I just want to lay here, and be with you." He smirks. "Put a shirt on first." he pleads. " Why?" I question, already knowing the answer. He doesn't answer, just stands up and goes to the small dresser in the corner. He tosses me a folded black shirt. "Put this on." He begs standing beside the bed. "No way" I tease, and wrap my arms around his neck. I pull him closer to me and kiss him. He tries to pull away, but I cling on to him. He groans, and tries to pull away again. I wrap my legs around his waist, and giggle as he tries to push me away. "Tris.." I give him a kiss on his cheek " "What?" i say innocently. "Stop it." he says. I release my grip and stand in front of him. "Self control Four." I remind him. ''Well if you would stop teasing me, maybe I'd have some.'' He picks up his black shirt and hands it to me. "I'm only going to tell you one more time Tris, if you don't put this on..." He doesn't finish. I put the shirt on, even though it's much too big. "Now lay down. Everybody should be waking up soon." I lie down on the bed, facing the wall. Shortly after, I feel Tobias's warm body against mine. "I love you" I whisper, and fall asleep.
