Divergent High

Chapter 8

Tris P.O.V

We pull into his driveway and go up to his bedroom. "Would you like to explain what the hell just happened?" He hisses harshly. I cringe and say, "Well, not if you're gonna act like that."

"Okay okay, I'm sorry." He says. "Um...well...it all happened sophomore year."

~Time Lapse~

After I finished the story, he said, "I'm so sorry Tris."

"I don't want your pity." I say.

"I'm not giving you my pity. I'm sorry for acting the way I did." He responds. He leans in and we meet halfway. It becomes a full on make out session.

I roll over so that I'm straddling him and pull off my shirt. Soon enough, I'm only in my undergarments. Four stands up, causing me to fall on the ground. "Oww." I say whilst rubbing my head. "You have to go." He tells me. Well now I am very embarrassed.

"What why?" I ask.

"Please." He begs.

"Four, what is going on?" I ask. I look into his pleading eyes and say, "Fine. But this conversation is not over." I quickly put on my clothes and jump out his window.

I go home and finish reading my TFIOS book. After about an hour I start crying. Could this book possibly be any sadder. Okay, I will admit I'm a very emotional person when it comes to books. Yeah, yeah call me crazy but it's true. (F.Y.I this is so me.) I hear the doorbell ring and yell, "Coming!"

Four P.O.V

Tris is only in her undergarments and is kissing my neck. Over her shoulder, the clock reads 8:30. Shit. Marcus will be here any minute. I stand up, causing Tris to fall.

"You have to go." I say.

"What? Why?" She asks.

"Please." I beg.

"Four what is going on?" She asks. I give her pleading eyes. "Fine but this conversation isn't over."

About 15 minutes after she leaves I hear Marcus yell, "TOBIAS DID YOU MAKE DINNER!" Crap. I forgot. He barges into my room and says, "I guess it's time for your punishment then." He drags me into the living room and throws an empty beer bottle at me.

"Take off your shirt son." He says. I obey and take off my shirt whilst kneeling down in front of the couch. He whips me with his belt and I clutch the couch. He does it more times than usual. After about an hour of whipping he says, "Get out."

I scurry out of the house and go to the first place I can think of, Tris's house.

Tris P.O.V

When I open it, I don't see anyone. I'm about to close the door when I hear a groan come from below me. Oh my God. "Four!" I say. He's on the floor, and is bleeding like crazy. I start to panic. "Please," he croaks. "Don't take me to the hospital."

Lucky for me, since my Mom is a doctor she has taught me a few things. I drag him inside and to my bedroom. I lie a few towels on my bed and put him down. He winces a little. "Okay, you're gonna have to lie on your stomach and take off your shirt." I say.

He smirks at me. "Are you asking me to undress Tris?"

"Four!" I yell. "Now is not the time to be joking around."

"Sorry." He says and slowly takes off his shirt and lies on his stomach. "This will hurt." I say before rubbing his open wounds with alcohole. He sucks in a tight breath. "Sorry." I say. He shakes his head in dismissal.

"I want to apologize in advance for what I'm about to do." I say and start giving him stitches, he cries out in pain. It takes me all my strength to not stop. He starts screaming profanities and telling me to stop but I keep at it. A few tears roll down my cheeks. Seeing him in pain, makes me sad.

I finish up his back and look at him and say, "Do you think you can roll over?" He nods and flips over so he's on his back. "Do you have any more wounds?" I ask. He points to his lower hip."Alright," I say. "Um...you're gonna have to...er...take off your pants now." I blush a little.

I help him take it off and examine the wound. "Shit." I say. He looks at me, worried and asks, "What? What is it?"

"Well, there are about 2 pieces of glass in your cut." I say. I take out some tweezers and before he can say anything, I go to the part of his cut where I see a small shard of glass. I can see him holding in his screams. "Okay, this one is a little deeper." I say. He nods. I lied, it is a lot deeper I just didn't want to scare him. I reach in to take it out and he clutches the towels on the bed and I say, "It's just me here. You don't have to be so strong, I know I wouldn't." After I say that, I go deeper with the tweezers. He yells out in pain, not making any effort to keep quiet. I wince a little.

After I'm done, he glares at me. "You said it was a little deeper!"

"I'm sorry." I say.

"Thank you so much." He says and tries to get up to leave. "Um, where do you think you are going?" I ask.

"Um home." He says.

"No no no. Not in that condition you're not." I say. "You can stay here for the night."

"Alright." He says. I sneak into my brothers bedroom and get a pair of pajama pants. When I get to my room, I chuck it at Four and go into the bathroom to change.

He lies down on the bed and I say, "I'll be just next door if you need me." I'm about to leave when he says, "Tris." I turn around and he pats the sop next to him.

I lay down and snuggle into his chest. "Goodnight." He says.

I would respond but I'm to far asleep.