Tris POV:
I sigh, balancing the phone while I swing to bag over my shoulder.
"It just dosen't seem like a big deal. I'm twenty five, not twenty one or something. This years birthday just doesnt feel important." I hear him let out a huff.
"Baby, why don't you go out with Chris. Your day should be amazing." I give a dry laugh.
"The only thing I want for my birthday is you in my arms." He laughs.
"So do I, and in your apartment." I roll my eyes.
"You're impossible." I hear muffling on the other side of the phone. His voice speaks a second later.
"Tris, I gotten go. I love you." I'm about to speak again when the lime goes dead. I furrow my eyes as I shove my phone in my pocket. Sticking my arm out, I attempt to hail a cab. It slows down, and I open the small sliding screen.
" Get me to the Brooklyn Bridge."
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A few hours later, my sketchbook is filled with multiple sketches of cars and the towering bridge that surrounds me. The breeze brushes my hair into my face, and he sun is warm on the back of my neck.
I sigh, picking up my phone and gathering everything into my bag. I quickly find my way to the subway and take the A train, getting off near Times Square. I walk the few blocks to my apartment, then unlock the door. I grab the mail on the floor that was pushed through the slot on my door. Making my way into the living room, I stop dead in my tracks. My dad sits on the couch with another man in a suit. He jumps up when he sees me.
"Sweetheart." He says. He gesture to the man.
"This is Four's father, Mr.Eaton." My mouth grows sour, but I swallow my anger.
"Hello." I turn.
"Dad, what's going on?" He sighs.
"Sweetie, Four camp was attacked. Some of the soldiers were captured." My mouth grows dry.
"He's been taken sweetheart. We don't know where he is." I shake my head, backing up. I hit a wall, and my legs give out. Instantly my dad is by my side, holding and rocking me as I sob, through the my tears, I see Marcus. He rolls his eyes and scoffs. It takes everything in me to not lunge at him. Instead, I stay calm.
"Mr. Eaton, I'm sorry but can you please leave? I want to be alone." He glares.
"My dear girl, I realize you're upset, but a little hospitality would be nice. I too am suffering." My dad stands up gruffly.
"Come along Marcus. Tris, I will call Christina to come sit with you." Marcus glares, but follows him out the door.
"Bastard." I whisper. He shoots me a look. The door slams, and I begin to sob again.
He's gone.
Sorry it's so short. More to come
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The Hero's Call///Fourtris AU
Fanfic"Ah, perfect timing! Sweetheart, I would like you to meet Private Four Eaton." I turn around and see a bright pair of familiar blue eyes. It's him.
