"Mom?" Tris whispered. Her mom smiled, taking her hand.
"Its going to be ok Tris," Tris nods, wrapping her hands around her mothers neck. But they turned red; Blood filled her hands.
"Tris! Help me!" Her mother screamed, as she fell to the ground. There were police cars were everywhere. People came and looked at her with woeful eyes. They kept saying they were very sorry for your loss. Her father fell to the ground too, yelling at Tris to help him.
"I'm sorry!" Tris sobbed, chest heaving. Tris could hear the gunshot sound ringing in her ears. Blood. Blood was everywhere.
Tris woke up with a start, breathing heavily. She swallowed, and wiped the sweat forming at her hairline away. Pushing the covers off her, she shuffled to her kitchen, downing a glass of water.
Leaning against the counter top, she sighed heavily. The dreams would never go away, she realized. Tris splattered some water on her face and checked the time on her phone. It was just past 2 AM, and she knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.
Blasting some music through her speakers, she curled up on the couch and grabbed her computer. Firing up Word, Tris continues her article. Tris could feel tears forming in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away and began to type faster. A loud knocking awoke her from her furious fever, making her nearly jump out of her skin.
Who would knock at this hour? Grabbing the bat that rested on her mantle, she strode cautiously toward the door. Up in her toes, she peered through the peep hole. Her eyes widening in shock, she swung upon the door. Tris recognized the battered man on her door step; they had exchanged a few words at the shelter she volunteered at. They had even found they lived right across from each other, when they both tried to take the same cab. Four.
"Tris," He groaned, his knees beginning to give out. Wordlessly, she wrapped his arm around her shoulders and lead him to her couch. Setting him gently on the brown sofa, she ran to her kitchen cabinet, pulling out her first aid kit.
"Sorry I had nowhere else to go," He whispered, his eyes watering.
"Don't apologize," She instructed, lifting his shirt to see open wounds, and purple bruises.
"Shit Four who did this to you?" She asked, pulling out some white wrap. He shook his head, and shut his eyes in pain. Tris pursed her lips, and gestured helplessly.
"You should go to a hospital. You don't have anything broken, I think, but-"
"Please. I can't go to a hospital." He pleaded. She bit her lip, and nodded.
"Can you take off your shirt? It will make it easier to tend the wounds," He gets up carefully, letting out a loud hiss of pain.
"Here I can help you," She says, and before she realizes what she's doing, she lifts the blue shirt off him. Warmth spreads in her cheeks, when Four gives her a small smirk.
His wounds were bad to say the least. His chest was covered with blue and purple bruises; blood covered a large part of him. She wet a cloth and cleaned up the blood. Tris wrapped his chest with a white wrap, and pressed an ice pack on his bruises.
"Thank you," Four groaned, giving her a small smile.
"It's nothing Four," Tris began dabbing cloth on the cut on his forehead. Brushing the brown hair away, she places a band-aid on the cut.
"Can you turn around? I can the bruises on your back as well. " He nods, grimly and turns cautiously. Tris gasped; large welts ran across his back and she could see some old injuries underneath the new ones. It was clear whoever did this had done this many times. Tris didn't ask this time; she merely pressed the washcloth on his injuries. Tobias cries out in pain, making Tris apologize profusely.
"It's all right. Don't worry," Tobias comforts, as Tris looks at him with worried eyes.
"Four. You should call the police. You have plenty of evidence against whoever did this," Tris pleaded.
"I can't. " He replied, not looking at her.
"Why?" Tris asks. "Whoever did this needs to go to hell!"
"I just can't! Just don't!" Tobias snaps, looking at her angrily. A silence washes over them as Tris finishes tending the wounds on his back.
"Tris. I'm sorry. " Tobias whispers. Tris gives him a small smile.
"It's ok. Don't worry about it," She helps him pull the blue shirt over his head, which had many rips and tears in it.
"Your legs. Are they-?"
"They're fine. Just a few bruises,"
"Stay. My couch folds out into a bed, and you can sleep in my bed," Four begins to protest but Tris gives him a glare. "Am I the one who's beaten up? I don't think so. Come on, I'll help you get there. "
Four gives her a grateful smile. "Thank you. But it's all right. I can go back to my apartment,"
"No. " Tris says, simply. "You are in no shape to take care of yourself. Stay here for a few days and the. You can go back."
"I can't change your mind can I?"
"No. " Tris grins and puts her arm around his shoulders.
They hobble together back to her bedroom, and Four lies back on the bed. Tris places a blanket over him, and switches off the lights.
"Good night," Tris whispers, but Four is completely asleep by the time he hits the sheets. Tiptoeing back, she folds out the couch and rearranges the pillows. Wrapping a blanket around her, she closes her eyes.
Hi!
I'm so happy people were good with me rewriting this story. I feel like this is a more realistic idea, and a small amount of flirting to keep the romance alive. Comment anything you want to see me write or something you liked/disliked about my previous few chapters. I am currently writing a story on Wattpad that hasn't been published yet; stay tuned! My account is mandm122: The story is an romance/action. It is about a trial lawyer names Tara Rivera who takes cases regardless of money. A man shows up at her home claiming a rich tycoon murdered his sister; but what happens when they begin to fall for each other? Bad summary I know but the writing is better I promise.
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