All for You.

Chapter 26 - Hands

Chapter 26 - Hands

— Tris

I don't pace this first night.
I just lie in the embrace of Tobias and reflect on everything that has happened the past twenty four hours.

I only have to go to PT once a week.
I'm home with Tobias and all of these people I trust.
I'm engaged.

Okay, so it's a short list when I put it that way, but those are three huge things I didn't expect to happen in the same day!

This time last night I was most likely pacing back and forth in the living room of my brother's apartment.

Not once would I of thought that the same time that next day I would be here in the arms of the man I love, knowing that one day we will be wed.

I find myself growing lost in his scent and soon doze off.

However, sleep never holds me long.

I don't recall the area that I am standing, but yet, I feel as if I know the space like the back of my hand.

The room is full of females, only a few males with weapons all over them walking around with their heads held high over everyone.

Especially me.

Looking around, I am the shortest one here by a lot.

I don't recognize any faces, but for some reason I know not to ask who they are.

All I know is that one of them is out to get me.
One of them is in this crowd surrounding me and she wants me dead.

There's no way I can find a potential attacker with the amount of people and the amount of noise in the large room.

I panic, running to a corner and crouching down.

This way I can see all sides of me, half of my vision taken in the corner where no one can come up behind me. Maybe if I'm down low I will see and hear their feet before they see me down on the ground.

My eyes scan frantically, my ears listening for a quickened pace of footsteps.

Someone begins walking towards me.
I hear it before I see the feet.
It's one of the males.

"What the actual fuck are you doing down there?" The voice booms.

The tall man with very dark skin bends down and grabs the collar of my uniform. He holds me up against the corner I was hiding in.

"If you're going to survive out there, you can't spend your time lying in the corner," He spits.

His fist finds its way hovering over my head in a threatening stance. I thrash around as if my life depends on it.

I know my life depends on it.

My foot finds the man's groin and he doubles over in pain.
I take the opportunity and I run.

My mind races and I try to locate something to hide under.

I don't want someone being over me, so I will fit somewhere where they are too tall to be.

There is a heavy iron table on the other side of the room. I know exactly where it is, and I know it's far from my location on the other side of the room.

I have no other option.

Trying to not draw attention my my panicked antics, I run quickly across the room by following the border of the training area. My plan is to make them think I'm going for a jog instead of running for my life.