The Sound of Your Voice | on hold

Chapter 18 ~ Tris

Happy holidays! I'm so so so sorry for not updating sooner!

"Get away from me!" my voice trembles, but I try to stay strong. I gave myself up to Edgar. He's the reason I'm afraid of intimacy.
"Beatrice," his evil smile mocks me. "Last time you had so much fun."
"You wish!" my knees weaken beneath me. I lose my balance and fall, just as Edgar catches me.
He smirks at me. "I always knew you were falling for me instead of that Five guy."
"It's Four," I mutter.
"I didn't care anyway," he brushes past the remark breezily. His toothy grin frightens me. "Let's do this again, shall we?"
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When I wake up, my heart is pounding and my clothes are lazily slapped on me.
My insides throb with pain, and my hair is so tangled I can't even run my hand through three strands before coming across a knot.
Meanwhile, Christina is reclined comfortably on her bed, a dreamy smile plastered on her face.
I hesitantly press a finger to the throbbing pain on my leg, slipping it under the white sheets of the bed.
When my finger meets the eye again, it's covered in blood.
I gasp, then throw the blankets off me, not caring that I was only and barely half dressed.
The white bedsheets were hidden nicely under the down comforter. Underneath, blood saturates the bed, creating a pool around me.
I flop back onto the bed, crying heavily and covering the blankets over myself and the stained bed.
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"Who did this to you?" Portia demands. As she was dressing me, she had come across the blood cuts on my legs and stomach.
"Ex-boyfriend," I cough out, beginning to blubber in tears once again.
"Who?" her voice doesn't calm down a tad.
"Edgar." I don't know how I still manage to say his name. It's been twice and I've lost the battle both times.
"There must be millions of other Edgars in the world," Portia complains. "What's his last name?"
I shake my head, and immediately her eyes widen. "The Edgar? The actor Edgar?"
I nod.
"I'll get that bastard for hurting and touching you," she seethes angrily. "I'll get him and his pretty knife too."
"He and Peter should be best friends," I manage a joke, and thankfully, Portia gives a small smile.
"Knife buddies," she says knowingly.
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"He knows, doesn't he?" I confront Christina.
"He does," her smile weakens. "And I think I'm falling for him."
"You go have him," I mutter.
The reason for this trip is smashed. I wanted him, Christina got him.
I throw myself onto the bed, immediately meeting the pain of the knife cuts.
"I hate life..." I mutter against the pillow.
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I rented a car, and I'm driving to the Statue of Liberty. Give me liberty from love.
I twist the dial, hoping for at least music. It's deadly silent, all I hear is the rain smashing against the glass windows.
"Next song! Artist Four!"
Immediately a guitar noise fills the car. I'm tempted to switch it off.
"I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted..."
I turn it. I can't listen. But I feel myself reaching back to listen.
I want to turn the dial again, but I can't bring myself to do so.
"...I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted. And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine. Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you? When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you? Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie? If what we had was real, how could you be fine? 'Cause I'm not fine at all."
"You're fine..." I cry miserably. "You went out with Christina!"
"I remember the day you told me you were leaving. I remember the make-up running down your face. And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them. Like every single wish we ever made. I wish that I could wake up with amnesia. And forget about the stupid little things. Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you..."
That's it. That's it.
I slam the radio shut, crying and crying. I forget I'm in a car.
I hear a squeak of a tire, rubber burning, and everything melts. The car slides down the road, and it slams into the metal highway bars, and the glass shatters, covering me. My mouth tastes like blood, and I can slowly feel myself slipping into darkness.

What do you think will happen to Tris?
How do you feel about this chapter?
I'll promise you guys another chapter soon! By soon I mean soon!
QOTC: What's your favorite part of New Years?
Me: Getting a new start

~ Evie 👓