White Walls [DIVERGENT]

4. Treehouse

"Sometimes it all gets a little too much but you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up. You don't have to be afraid because we're all the same, but we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much."

Tobias:

Co-Written by selfdestructfantasy

Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead as I pant taking a break from my long jog. My mother's old pair of house keys jingled in my pocket as I lean against a metal pole standing at the edge of the cul-de-sac, watching people begin entering shops lining the narrow road.

Marcus isn't home today, so I'd been faced with the opportunity to be able to exercise in the pleasant hours of the early morning instead of late at night with the risk that Marcus would wake up and find me gone.

I'm now on my way home, longing to take a hot shower and freshen up, after which I'd have to study, and then in the evening, I had another shift at Mandandlo's. I wasn't usually meant to go on Saturday's, but one of the workers had fallen sick and Mila had offered to pay me extra, and I desperately needed the money.

As I try to catch my breath I cannot fathom the thought of how there is the smallest possibility that Tris could be in prison right now. After Marcus and I returned from the funeral yesterday, Marcus was already on edge being that his sister had passed. But as soon as we arrived home our chef, Brosnan, had blurted out into a rampage of profanities about how there was a blond girl who had tried to break into the house.

I know that the girl had to be Tris. Who else could it have been?

Brosnan didn't specify whether he called the police or not, but I hope that she had ran as far as she could from this neighbourhood. If she had gotten caught then she's in a shit load of trouble, and I haven't talked to her since the afternoon that I gave her my car keys, so I've been having trauma course through my veins recently.

It's embarrassing how I went from being absolutely terrified of the girl who had appeared so fragile but managed to have impeccable strength, to now caring about her well-being. As much as I hate to admit it, my worries about her being in deep trouble aren't the only reason she's on my mind.

When I'm eating breakfast or studying astronomy or serving a table at Manadlo's, she always manages to find a way to sneak into my thoughts. Her perfect silhouette with radiant eyes has seemed to draw her towards me, despite the fact that she most likely is furious with me right now.

Popping open the lid of my water bottle, I lift the bottle of water taking a swig, swallowing the cool liquid. Lifting it for another gulp of water, I sigh, disappointed when only a few drops entered my mouth. The sky was clear and the sun was shining, as unusual as it was, so it was safe to say that it was hot. And even the fact that I was wearing one of the thinnest grey shirts I had and a pair of black sweatpants, I was still sweating pretty crazily.

I turn around and start jogging back home - which was luckily only a mere block away. When I finally reach home, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion when I see a familiar figure standing on the porch, her beautiful blond hair cascading in curls down her back. She's tapping her foot in patiently as she moves her hand to ring the doorbell before I stop her by calling her name.

"Tris?"

She spins around and smiles when her eyes landed on me. I can't stop myself from running up the stairs, grinning when I took in her appearance. She's wearing a pair of long black leggings, a light grey tank top and a black and white striped cardigan. Her face was almost bare of makeup, but she still looked stunning as her eyes twinkled in an enchanting way.