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Chapter Two

TRIS' POV

"Seriously Tris, I think even I was pissing myself and I was in the control room watching it!" Zeke laughs, patting me on the back.

The dining room is livelier at lunch times, filled with people like Zeke who are having a short break from their jobs and are trying desperately to enjoy it. Though this lunch time, the laughter from our small group isn't faked as we recall the petrified man from this morning. It was even greater when someone reminded him that I was just sixteen-maybe seventeen actually-years old and he was 21.

"So, mine tonight, Tris?" Christina asks as we empty our plates into bins, I nod, knowing I can't wait on Tobias forever. Our journey back to the training is short and we walk in laughing to be abruptly silenced by the sight of our three leaders.

"Tris, Christina, we'll be observing this afternoon's training session." Harrison states the obvious as the trainees-no longer called initiates-walk into the room. Finn still looking pale and shaky from our earlier encounter. I find it hard to understand how Tobias can't make time to meet with his girlfriend but does have time to watch trainees he doesn't know.

"Knife throwing." I announce, not taking my eyes off Tobias. He seems to be taking me in. Like he cant remember how I look. I wouldn't be surprised. Christina tugs on my arm a little and I set to work setting out five throwing knives in front of each target. The trainees take their places.

"Tris, can you show them. Knife throwing isn't my strong point." Christina whispers to me, I nod and she thanks me with a small smile. I stand in front of the same target my blood fell on less than a year ago. Remembering Al failing only a few targets down from me. Weighing the knife I take between my fingers the corners of my lips turn up as I recall Peter's words to me the last time I stood here to throw knives.

Taking my stance, I call out to the trainees what I'm doing and what they need to watch. Throwing the knife, it slams into the board piercing the centre with the knife at an awkward upwards angle. It's good enough. I take a deep breath and turn to the trainees.

"Throw. Me and Christina will come to correct you." Instantly the sound of metal on concrete floor fills the air making me tense up, my shoulders hunched. Heavy hands push my shoulders back down lightly.

"Have fun at Christina's." Tobias whispers. One of his hands leaving my shoulders and the thumb of his other rubbing small circles on my shoulder blade.

"Don't tell me you were coming home tonight." I whisper, still studying the trainees.

"No, I wasn't. But I will be tomorrow night." He says, calmly.

"I miss you."

"I know you do. I'll be home tomorrow. I promise, Tris." I turn to look at him but he guides me back to watch the trainees. "Go and help them. They need you more right now." I nod sadly as I feel him pull away.

Every part of me craves even that smallest touch he was gracing me with but I know our little moment must now end because we both have jobs to do.

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A t-shirt lays strewn across Christina's floor when she lets me in. A males shirt. With her in the toilet, I take the opportunity to look at it closer. There's no way of telling wether it's a keepsake of Will or she's found someone new. I hope that if it's the latter she would tell me soon. I want her to trust me with her relationships. I return to the sofa when I hear the flush of the toilet.

"What's going on with you and Tobias then?" She speaks between sucking a lemonade Popsicle and flicking through films on her TV.

"He's said he's going to be home tomorrow night. In fact, he promised." Her eyebrows raise at this and she repeats the cliché spiel of not being too disappointed. I'm quick to wave her off, too quick.

"Let's not concentrate on him tonight." I state, effectively ending the conversation without it having really started. Luckily, she gets my apprehension of the subject and moves on to being sympathetic to Zeke and Uriah and their long shifts.

For me, most of the evening is spent with my concentration hopping from Christina to the romantic-comedy film she's put on from a good hundred years ago when films were still made.

It's calming to fall asleep to the sound of another's breathing instead of pure silence and I can do little but hope that tomorrow evening it will be Tobias' deep, rough breaths instead of Christina's light and quiet ones.

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The chasm runs loud below me, my feet dangling over the edge. I feel a body slide their legs under the rail next to mine and plant themselves on the thick metal mesh floor of the bridge.

"When he comes back, give him a slap from me girl." Zeke says, pulling me in for a hug that lasts for ages.

"I know it's stupid but I miss him." Zeke fiddles with the ends of my hair.

"I know Tris, I miss Shauna a lot too." Shauna couldn't cope with being in a wheelchair and committed suicide almost a year ago now, unlike my views with Al. Shauna was brave, braver than me. She fought in a war without her legs, for a group of people she was afraid off maybe as much as she was Jeanine.

"He's not dead though Zeke." I sob.

"No, what he's doing is worse." We stay like this for a few moments.

"Tris, do you reckon our shoes are screaming and pleading for mercy right now as we carelessly hang them over the Chasm." I laugh though my tears

"I'm sure they are, Zeke."

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Small tears fall down my face as I return to bed-once again-alone. I know it's a pathetic thing to cry over, that people-like Christina-are going to bed alone every night. Not that it makes it hurt any less. Sometime I just need an excuse to cry offer everything and this is one of those moments. What started off as loneliness has now advanced to losing my parents, my time in Erudite and the fact I don't know where my brother is.

"Tris? Baby?" At the sound of his voice, and the pet name, I spin and slam my fist hard into his jaw. In the dim light I can see him rubbing the spot where I hit him.

"I'm guessing I'm not in Tris' good books right now?" He meets my tearful, but harsh, glare and his own eyes soften.

"I've missed you." He whispers, pulling me to him and threading his fingers through my growing hair.

"I hate you." I copy his voice. He lifts me into his arms and rests me on his hip like I'm a little kid, one arm underneath me and the other rubbing my hand.

"I know baby, you have every right to hate me." He kisses my jaw softly, the exact place I hit him. "I've got the day off tomorrow, like you. Harrison convinced Tori we all needed a rest."

"Why haven't you come home at all?" I ask as he carries me over the wardrobe where he dresses himself for bed without releasing me.

"I've been really busy, Baby. I'm sorry. I wanted to. I really did." I can tell the pet names and his unusual kindness means he's trying to make it up to me or make me gloss over the fact I haven't seen him properly in two weeks. I think it's to help him justify his own actions more than to comfort me, hopefully, 'baby' will be forgotten by tomorrow.

Next Update: Thursday 17th March 2016