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Chapter 2
Tris POV
I can see Peter marching over to where we are standing, with an angry look on his face, and it scares the living shit out of me.
I can feel Theodore's trembling all through my body, he is shaking and crying. Peter was not only abusive towards me, but also towards Teddy.
My poor baby boy, was basically whipped up until about 4 months ago and we both still haven't healed from the abuse fully yet.
Not many people understand why I stayed with him for a year if he was so abusive, but the truth is, I didn't have enough money and as bad as it may see, living in an abusive household with a child and no money, is better than being homeless with a child and no money.
I now have a seriously hard time trusting people because of it and it can be extremely difficult.
And then there's Four… It's certainly an interesting name, I'm not sure what kind of parent would name their child after a number though; it's pretty strange.
But he doesn't look happy either, he is about 3 inches taller than Peter and his fists are clenched, almost as if he is ready to throw a punch at any time.
I feel pretty protected right now, knowing that Four is standing in front of me as him and Peter have a standoff and stare down and Four looks as though he read the situation perfectly and isn't letting Peter get anywhere near me.
"Tris…" Peter growls as he takes a step closer, only to be blocked by Four's tall physicality.
"Peter." I scowl and hold Teddy close as his shakes only get stronger.
Peter tries to get near us and attempts to push and shove again Four, but to no avail. Peter steps and his shoulder gets set, I've seen this stance too many times not to know what it means…
He's about to punch him. I am about to warn a stern looking Four, but his actions are swifter than mine and his raises his fist, knocks Peter to the ground, and has his hand twisted behind his back.
I hear a twist and a crunch and I cringe.
Four tells me to walk over to the black Camaro that's parked in the lot and sit in there until he comes over.
He throws me the keys and tells me to go now. I hastily carry Teddy with me and walk around the parking lot searching for his car.
I chuckle to myself as we wonder around clicking the unlock button at just about every black car from about 5 metres away. I have calmed down a lot more now, and so as Teddy but the look of it.
His eyes are still puffy and he is still clutching the Four's five dollars tightly in one hand, and my shirt in the other… But at least his crying has minimised.
I hear footsteps behind me and I am about to scream, thinking it is Peter, before I see Four walking towards me with bloody knuckles and a bloody lip.
His fists are clenched at his side, until he spots me and his entire body relaxes and his shoulders are no longer held up so much, it was almost as if he was a puppet on a string.
He walks over to me and looks over my shoulder at the young boy who is clutching my clothing and holding his arm out with Four's money.
Four smiles slightly, "No buddy, you keep it. And guess what? That bad man isn't gonna scare you or hurt you anymore… okay?" he explains to Theodore and when Teddy nods his head he copies.
There is no way that this guy is serious. First he gave my child five dollars for an ice cream, then he saved me from Peter and now he is talking to Teddy, and Teddy doesn't seem to fear him.
He holds his hand out and I pass him the keys, because I still haven't his car yet.
"Are you alright?" he asks me with clear worry in his eyes.
"Yeah" I reply, "It's just stressing. But thank you, you didn't have to do that… But thank you."
He nods and tells me that it was honestly not a problem and then asks me if I drove here.
"No." I answer, "We actually took the bus." I blushed profusely before finishing off… "I have yet to get a car." He doesn't even seen to judge me.
He just smiles and nods his head towards the black car that is parked about twenty metres away from us, that's taillights are flashing.
Only from my own father's love of cars can I recognise it completely; 1969 Chevy Camaro mat black with leather interior.
"You know cars?" he asks me, and that's when I realised I had murmured the stunning car model.
I nod slightly, feeling a hot blush creeping up my neck to my cheeks. He nods and chuckles to himself, no doubt because of how insecure I must look.
He smirks and opens the passenger car door for me, holding it.
"Would you like a ride? I have a cars eat in the back for Teddy."
When he sees confusion take over my face he explains that his best friend Zeke, and his wife have a daughter named Eliza and he babysits her every Tuesday.
Oh my god… I swear my panties are soaked, can this guy possibly get any better?!
He is built like a Greek god, is incredibly hot, he is a photographer, he is kind and selfless giving my child money, he is protective, can fight, has an amazing smile, has an amazing ride and he is good with kids.
"Sure." I reply and his smile reaches his eyes as he opens the back door so I can put Teddy in.
After I strap in Teddy's sleeping figure, I shut the door and get into the passenger side, where Four shuts the door after I get in.
I fasten my seatbelt and turn to him as he straps in and revs the engine, he turns around to check Teddy and looks over at me, biting his lip in a smirk.
"Where to?" he asks me. I just smile and give him my address and we take off.
