Divergent

Chapter 46

My fists pound against the punching bag, it swings back and forth but I dodge it and continue punching, moving in circles. My arms feel numb. The thought that maybe I've been doing this for too long hits me. But, I continue punching, even throwing a few kicks every now and then.

"Tris." Four sighs and wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls me away from the bag and turns me around. My chest huffs up and down, he grabs a towel and pats my forehead dry of sweat.

"Let's go get you a shower, you weren't even suppose to be working out yet." He murmurs and begins pulling me towards the double doors.

"It's been a week. I'm fine. I want to get back to my normal routine." I state with a frustrated sigh.

"I know, but the doctor said-"
"Four, honestly, I don't care what the doctor said. I'm fine, I feel fine." I interrupt with a glare. He chuckles and shakes his head as he leads me through the complicated hallways.

"Always going against people's wishes." He mumbles under his breath. I roll my eyes and he opens our apartment door for me.

"I go against orders, when those orders are stupid." I reply with a huff. He stands across from me, his arms crossed over his chest and an annoyed look on his face.

"Tris, just go take your shower. I don't want to fight with you." He sighs out. My anger flares and I glare at him.

"Well I want to fight! For the last week you've been making remarks. I know you want to say something, so say it!" I shout, my anger getting the best of me. I'm tired of him skipping around me like I'm unstable.

"Go shower." He repeats through clenched teeth.
"I know you're mad at me, for going to erudite." I reply with a glare.

"No I'm not." He states.
"Yes you are! I can tell! Maybe you can't, but I can!" I scream. His eyes narrow like he's trying to control his anger, and I push against his chest.

"Just tell me." I whisper through clenched teeth. My hands ball into fists and so do his.

"I'm not mad at you for going to erudite. I'm mad at you for not talking to me-"
"You would have stopped me. I'm not stupid." I quickly interrupt.

"That's not why I'm mad. And if you don't see the real reason, that kind of hurts." He says, his stance going from angry to defeated in a matter of seconds.

"I don't know what you're talking about. What do you want me to talk to you about?" I huff.

"I keep asking you to talk to me about what happened to you. And you refuse, you say that it doesn't matter. When it does, I know it matters. It's been a week and I still see the look in your eyes, you're scared... Why don't you trust me enough to talk to me?" He asks with emotions swirling in his eyes. I flinch and take a step towards the bathroom. He quickly catches me by the waist and turns me around.

"Talk to me." He murmurs with a begging look in his eyes. I cringe and look everywhere but his eyes. My eyes focus on his mouth and I take a deep breath.

"You've been having nightmares every night again... and Ive noticed how you keep looking at your wrists, and running them together to reassure yourself that you're not handcuffed. Princess, talk to me." He repeats and pulls me so we're sitting on the couch. His eyes capture mine again and I shuffle into his lap. His arms wrap around me and I rest my forehead against his shoulder so he can't see my face.

"I-I keep having flashbacks, of when I was at erudite. And I keep seeing Caleb in my dreams, but... It's not the Caleb I use to know. He's different, he... he changed." I incoherently mumble.

"We're searching for Caleb, and when we find him, we'll figure out what's going on. I promise." He softly states. He rubs my back and I stiffen.

"My mind keeps replaying what happened to me." I admit. His hands move to my hair and I sigh.

"What happened to you?" He questions.

"T-they... They beat me for two weeks." I pathetically stutter. He continues rubbing get back, like he's not surprised. My heart drops and I pull away to look him in the eyes.

"You already knew." I realize out loud.
"I've been waiting for you to admit it to yourself." He replies and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. My eyes start to burn with tears and I rapidly blink them away.

"How?" I whisper.
"The mirror, in front of you. It was a one way mirror, I saw everything." He says with anger in his eyes. His jaw ticks with anger and he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. 

My eyes widen slightly and I quickly stand up from his lap. He reaches out to grab my hand but I pull away.

"I'm going to shower." I state and rush into the bathroom. He tries to follow me but I shut and lock the door between us. A mixture of a cry and scream escape my mouth and I sink to the floor.

"Tris... Please open up, I'm sorry." Four begs from the other side of the door. My heart rapidly pressed against my chest and I switch the shower on to block out four's protests. I don't know if I feel betrayed that four hasn't mentioned the mirror. Or happy, that I don't have to relive everything by telling him what happened for those two weeks.