Divergent : Tris Pedrad

Chapter 33

I sat on the bench outside of the hospital, taking in some fresh air while Tobias sleeps. It was cold, but beautiful. The sun twinkled, reflecting on the pristine white snow that covered the ground. I smiled at the kids that walked by with their mother. A buzzing filled my pocket and I reached into it, reading the caller ID. 'Unknown'. I stared t it for a moment before hesitantly clicking accept. "Hello?" I asked, holding my breath nervously.

A cold voice. A mans voice. It was auto tuned. I bit my lip nervously. "Hello Beatrice," he purred.

Shivers made their way down my spine and I clenched my jaw together. "Who the hell are you?" I snapped, tears pooling  in my eyes.

"Now, now darling. You are in no position to ask questions. Now listen," he started coldly.

I felt the hairs on my arms stand on edge, terror riddling every inch of my body. "You do as I say, alright? If you don't, you'll pay the price. I watch you. I see your every move. I can kill you in seconds, and you wouldn't even know what hit you. Now, I left you a little surprise. Out past the parking lot. A red box. Open it," the line went dead and I swiped at the tear on my face. I got up on my shaky knees.

I felt my breaths become constricted. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I shot a quick glance around and paced towards the location he told me. I shoved my shaking hands into my pocket. The deafening pounding of my heart was all I could hear. I took deep breaths. I saw the red box, sitting delicately on the fresh snow. I stared at it. What could be inside. What could he want me to have. I bent down, placing my hands on the lid. I lifted it, my heart seemingly stopping. A picture of my dad sat in the box. A vibrant smile across his face. This was the picture I had sitting on my nightstand. The elegant white frame made it distinguishable. That meant he got into my house. That meant that I'm no longer safe. This person, whoever he is, can get into my house, can watch my every move, and holds the cord of my life. I felt tears push at the back of my eyes. I needed to tell someone. But the minute I say anything, I'm putting the most important people in my life at risk. Whoever this person is, they aren't going to stop until I've fallen apart. And I can't tell anyone.

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I swung punch after punch after punch into the punching bag in our gym at home. I was hesitant with leaving Tobias, but Will and Chrissy volunteered to stay. My knuckles were bloodied. I threw more punches, ignoring the burning pain. Sweat built up on my forehead. The thought of whoever this person was kept tugging at my mind, making me feel sick to my stomach. I swung the hardest punch I could, Amy wrist twisting in a sickening manner. I yelped and pulled my hand back, grabbed it in pain. "Fuck!" I shouted.

I breathed heavily to regain my composure. I picked up my towel and wiped my face. My phone buzzed and I felt my heart skip a beat. I nervously pulled it from my pocket and clicked it on. It was just Zeke. 'Eddie, Jake, and Jordan are over. Is that cool?'

I cringed at my hand, which was already puffing up and covered in blood. 'Yeah' I texted back quickly.
I grabbed my water bottle and went into the kitchen, grabbing some gauze. I painfully dabbed at my hands, which were bloodied. I hissed through clenched teeth before wrapping up my hand I had hurt. I tucked the medical wrap back in the shelf. "Hey tris," a booming voice called out that belonged to Zeke.

I jumped, whirling around in surprise. I pressed my hand to my chest to calm my racing heart beat. "Woah, you good? I heard you shout downstairs?" He asked, accompanied by Eddie, Jake, and Jordan.

"Yeah," I replied sharply.

"What happened to your hand?" He asked, sitting on the counter near me.

"Nothing," I shrugged.

"We should get it checked out tris, it doesn't look like nothing," he said gently.

"Zeke, honestly it's fine," I said, getting annoyed with all his prying.

The guys were now sprawled across the coach, pushing each other playfully.

Zeke gently caught my wrist and pulled me right in front of him. "Tris, if something is going on, you can always tell me. I'm here for you, okay?" He told me, gently squeezing my hand.

I bit my tongue, drawing blood. "Okay," I mumbled.

I pulled my arm away and went out the door, going back to the hospital.