Divergent Future

Chapter 15

Tris's POV

The alarm clock blares in my ear, and I quickly reach over to cut it off.

I didn't sleep at all last night. I was up, tossing and turning with Tobias and Toby on my mind.

It's been about five days since Tobias and I had that big fight. Five days, and he has not spoken a single word to me. I haven't even seen him in these last five days.

He hasn't come down to my penthouse, and every time I go up to his, he's either asleep or not there. I just feel like he's actively avoiding me. But can I really blame him?

He has every right to be mad at me. I kept him in the dark for four years, and then once he poured his heart out to me, I told him that I didn't think it was a good idea to tell Toby about him just yet.

Heck, I would be mad at me if I was in his shoes.

But even though I can't blame him, it still hurts. A lot.

Tobias was always there for me. He cared for me. Loved me. Tried to do everything that he possibly could to help me. He changed me into who I am today. And how did I repay him? I left with his unborn son.

Looking back on that day four years ago, I realize how stupid I was being. I really should have let him talk. Let him explain. He should have been apart of the decision.

But me still being 18 and stupid, I was afraid.

Afraid that the two of us raising a baby together so soon would hurt our relationship. Afraid that it would ruin his career. His big chance in life.

Really, I was afraid of having another kid. I had already had one, and it didn't end well. I was afraid that I was going to be a horrible mother and lose another one.

To sum it up, I was young, pregnant, stupid, and afraid. And I was left with an enormous decision that my parents couldn't help me make. So I did the only thing that I knew to do.

I ran.

I ran away from my loving family. And my amazing friends. And my absolutely wonderful boyfriend. All because I was afraid of messing things up.

Well, look where that got me.

I sit up in my bed with a sigh and pick up my phone. The missed call from Matthew reminds me that I'm supposed to be going into the studio today to record the last few songs for my album.

I run my hand through my hair before pressing his contact and calling him back. He answers almost immediately.

"Hey, Tris," he says. "Did you just wake up?"

"Yeah. Sort of. What's up, Matthew?" I ask.

"Well, I just wanted to make sure that you're still coming in today to record those songs. We want to be able to finish the album by the end of the week, so on Monday, you can do an interview announcing the album and your break," he explains.

"Umm, yeah, I'm still coming in today," I tell him. "I'll be there in a few hours. I still have to get myself ready, fix breakfast, get Toby ready, and get him to his babysitters for the day."

"Sounds good. Just shoot me a text when you're on your way."

"I will. Bye, Matthew."

"Bye, Tris."

I hang up the phone and set it down on my bedside table. I stare at the wall for a few seconds before getting up out of my bed and walking into my bathroom.

I am dead tired since I haven't slept much for the last five days, so I have no clue how I'm going to get through a whole day of recording. But once I finish this, then I'm done. Not for good of course. I know that I'll go back to it. Eventually. I just want to take a break and relax a little.