Bride For Rent (Divergent)

♥ Chapter 11 ♥

● Tris Prior ●

I just finished the latest episode of The Walking Dead,and Tobias still has'nt arrived. I feel worried too much.

I checked my watch and the bold huge numbers beamed in front of my face.   12:51 p.m

Didnt Tobias said he'll just have a talk with a person with Zeke and Uriah? Did he ran away? Tris,stop the nonsense!

I wanted to wander off and just forget about the argrument within my head and just eat a new batch of fries. Why can't I even move on about the fries?

Watching back to back episodes of The Walking Dead is quite creepy in some way. And up next is The Purge,i just hope Tobias will just come.

He left at i think,morning,and then hes almost gone for almost a day. I really want to hit him,in the face.

As soon as I heard a car door slam shut and footsteos towards the entrance door,i already knew it was Tobias. Quickly,i jumped up and walked towards my growing pile of Whatever-you-say stuff in the cupboard,i grabbed my Mask Of Horror and put it on.

Tobias car keys clanked with each other as he opens the door know while I ran at the side of the door. Its payback time!

"Tris! I'm sorr-oh sheez!" He screamed as he pissed his pants off while I made a Scary-Monster-Ready-To-Pounce pose and made gurgling noises.

"Tris! Sit down,at the couch and let's talk....the talk" aww,im dead.

Im so so dead. I quietly stomped my way towards the empty couch while i clapped my hands as the living room lights switched on.

"But first,why did'nt you even texted or called me that you're coming home late? I al-" he cutted me like the boss he was and hell yeah! A point for this freaking Clow whom i wanted to punch most.

"Is Trissy-bear missing me? Awww" he playfully messed my hair making me crumple my face in disgust.

"Don't! Mess with my hair! You little shit!" i hit him in the tight and punched in the air wishing to punch his face.

"Lets talk Tris,cut the crap" he asks kindly. Ohhh,does he think im going to forgive just in a quick snap?

Oh contrare! The hell i care! Oh,that rhymed!

"Okay,Four. What are we going to talk about?"

"Uh, Mr.Fabillar said that we still need to get for a lot of days than I told you, before I get the money" he sighs

"Just act. If we stayed until the end of May 2015, were done. The deal is done" as soon as those words flew out his mouth, it hit me like a flying brick.

Yes, it hit me, in the head. But why do I even feel this way? I just gave him an apolohtic smile and a convincing nod, trying the beat not to let him see the disapointment in my eyes.

Im just doing this for my family, yet why do I een expect that an us would happen?

"I understand Four, i-i'll just go upstairs. Im just really tired now. Good night Four" i ran upstairs and locked the door as my feet landed my room floor.

Then tears started streaming down my face. Oh God.

Why do I feel so wrong?