Four is Tobias Eaton
I run my hands through his thick, short, dark hair as he stairs at his shoes. Four is Tobias Eaton, Marcus Eaton's son. A million thoughts run through my mind but I settle on asking him, "Are they true, you know, the rumors about…"
He cuts me off "The rumors about him abusing me? Yup, there true."
"Four, I I'm." I start to apologize but then stop myself. Feeling sorry for him wont get us anywhere, what we need is revenge. "That BASTARD!" Anger and hatred boil up inside of me. How could any one do this to him? He is such an amazing person. He is the light on the darkest of my days. He is reason I smile, the reason I laugh, the reason I love. Without him my life wouldn't be complete. I know it sounds sappy and mellow dramatic, but it's true. Four is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I pull his chin up to my face so that he is looking at me, "It's going to be alright, Okay. I can't promise you much, I can't make the memories stop flooding your mind, or make the fear go away, but I can promise you this much, Marcus Eaton will never lay a finger on you or any other kid as long as I am around to do something about it."
"Your wonderful, you know that." He scoops me up in his arms and twirls me around. I feel a rush as the world spins around me making my head swirl. When he finally places me down onto the carpet, I giggle as if I'm on laughing gas as the world around me slowly returns to normal. "No Tobias, you're the wonderful one."