A/N – Here’s Part 7, Enjoy!
Dedicated to - Rae_Divergent as although she wasnt entirely right in her guess...she's the only one that did so.
if you want a dedication...comment your guesses of what might happen next chapter, and then the person i think is the closest will have that chapter dedicated after them...
{.....CHRISTINA'S POV.....}
“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME!” I screeched, yanking my arm out of Four’s vice-like grip as we walked through the door; looking down to see the bright red finger marks that were now tattooed upon my skin.
I can’t believe what I just did in there. I lost control!
“What? Like you took your hands off Tris when she was winded on the floor and struggling to breathe. I don’t bloody think so” he seethed, grabbing me once again and dragging me further on down the corridor; destination…Eric’s office. “You’re just lucky that we aren’t alone in this corridor right now, else that hospital wing won’t just be making up one bed; vagina or no vagina I’ll still smash your face in!”
“Well then go for it, c’mon” I said, pulling myself out of his death grip once more, standing there with my arms thrown wide open like Rose on the front of the Titanic. “Because I’ll tell you this for nothing, anything you put me through right now won’t be half as bad as what I want to do to myself!”
I close my eyes, preparing for the impact of his clenched fist smashing into my delicate little face…but nothing comes. Instead, when I reopen them, all I see is him stood there with his arms folded seriously across his chest, and an unamused look upon his face.
“Well c’mon then” I encourage, squinting my eyes once again. “Get it over with!”
“Christina I’m not gonna hit you” he says.
“What?” I ask surprised, snapping open my eyes; going a little dizzy as they were squeezed shut quite tightly. ”Why not?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I want to alright; but if Eric just so happens to walk down that corridor during the assault, then I’m fired. Now I suggest you get yourself to his office, and soon; because by looking at his mood…I wouldn’t want to be late!”
“Wait, what? I thought you were told to take me?” I squeaked, hating the thought of having to face Eric alone; even if the alternative meant that the company would have been four. Any presence at all is better than being alone with him. I wonder what he wants me for anyway? I mean if he was angry about the whole fight thing then he would have bollocked me right then and there in front of everyone, he loves the attention; especially if it shows off just how much power and authority he has over each and every one of us.
“Yes you’re right, I was indeed told to take you; but I’m not going to. I’d rather spend my time with someone I care about. That someone being a girl laid up in a hospital bed because of a selfish and jealous bitch who just couldn’t bear the thought of her only friend spending time with someone other than her” he spat, his eyes cold and hollow; the normal soft and gooey expression he wears when he’s gazing at Tris nowhere to be seen.
“That’s not why I fought her” I argued, a little shocked and hurt at the comment.
Does Tris really think that? Is that what she’s told him?
“Then why did you want to fight her? To prove a point? That you’re a better fighter than she is? Well then congratulations…I hope you’re proud of yourself”
“No it wasn’t like that”
“I mean Will, Al, Edward…even Uriah; they’re all also better fighters than her. But you don’t see all of them queuing up to beat the living daylights out of her now do you?”
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A 'Divergent' Escape
Fanfiction*Sequel to 'A Divergent Turn of Events* (this doesn't have to be read first, but it would help) Tris and Four are trying to make a go of their new found relationship, although due to complications - they are forced to keep it a secret. But what happ...
