Escape- a petris story

Chapter 15

Tris POV:
As his body begins to disappear as the door close shut, a son comes out my mouth. I turn to look outside, warm salty tears dripping down my face. What have I done? I've been looking for him since he was taken? Why, why does he believe that it's so easy to get over.. I finally get here, and he just yells at me? I can't just live here, knowing he's in the building. I need to leave. What's the point in staying here anyway? They Don't want me. I'm not special. I'm as useful as a chocolate teapot.

But where would i go?

I can't return to the faction less..
I can't go home, because Dauntless will shoot me, or I'll become erudite's Guinea pig.
I can't stay here because Peter doesn't want me in his life.

Maybe I could shoot myself.

If there's no were to go, why not just have an eternity in hell? It can't be as bad as Peter hating me.
Slowly, I take a deep breathe, I slide my fingers into my pocket, grip onto the gun, slowly pull it out, my hand shaking with fear, I clench my eyes shut and put the barrel to my head. The cold metal connecting to my sweaty forehead. Just as I'm about to shoot, the doors open.

"Now, don't be silly, if you shoot yourself in here, we will have a lot to clean up. Angel, why would you want to do such a stupid thing ?" He emphasised on stupid.

A look of confusion present on my face sends the message to him that I don't know who he is.

"Oh! I haven't introduced myself! I'm the owner, or boss, or head, or whatever you call it! I own centre K12," he chirped.

'This entire building?" I gasp, " sorry, Sir.?"
"Please, call me dave." He offers his hand.
I shake it.
"Now follow me" he smiled.

We walked out of wing J, and through the canteen, where I saw Peter glaring. We walked further on, until we reached a door. He opened the door and let me in. The place was huge! The other rooms are dark and old looking, but this room was white everywhere. I stepped back, this could be a trick, it looks like erudite.

"Now, where are you going?" Dave sends a warning sign," please, take a seat."

I take a seat in a cream white sofa, with no cushions.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes! Tris," he leaned forwards, " I need your help."