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Tris POV
When I get back to the house, I knock, but no one is there. I let myself in, but text Caleb, asking where they are. I run upstairs and set my luggage down, and hear my phone vibrate. I open it to a text.
Caleb: Hey, we're going to a movie, I let Carmen leave early.
Tris: K, fine with me. See you soon!
I toss my phone down on my bed, and start to unpack my bag. I take out the dress I bought in Paris. It is absolutely stunning. It is a one shoulder dress that starts at a dark royal purple that fades to a light purple, then white.
I hang the dress in my closet, and then put the rest of my clothes in my hamper. I put my black suitcase in my closet, and then I take a quick shower.
When I come out, I put on a pair of gray sweats, and a Wicked t-shirt. I let my hair dry around my shoulders, and I walk downstairs, my bare feet silent on the wood floor. I walk into the kitchen, and grab a blueberry muffin from the basket on the counter. I walk into the living room as I nibble my muffin. I sit on our leather sectional, and tuck my feet underneath me. I grab the remote and to turn on the TV, to an old rerun of Psych. I eat my muffin, and hear the doorbell ring. I throw my wrapper away on the way to the front door. When I open it I almost faint.
Four is leaning on the doorframe, but he looks extremely different. His t-shirt, previously white, is ripped to shreds, and bloody. He has a split lip, two black eyes, and a gash across his face.
"Four, oh my lord." He falls into me and I do my best to hold him up. "Oh god, we have to get you to a hospital!"
"No! No, Tris, please, no you CANNOT take me to a hospital!" Four is crying now, and I hurt for him, physically.
"Four, I don't know how to take care of you!"
"Please, Tris, please try." He is half conscience now, and I help him lie down on the soft carpet of my living room.
"Four, let me help you take off your shirt, I need to take a better look at your wounds." Four, who is lying face down on the floor, lifts his torso a tiny bit, but not enough that I can slide it off. I run to the kitchen and grab the scissors and the first aid kit. I am so worried about him, I almost drop them. I get back to him, and almost slide on my knees. I cut the shirt down the back, and ease the back of the shirt off him. I gasp when I see the wounds.
They are obviously whip marks.
"Oh my- Four, who did this to you?!"
"Marcus. Oh GOD!" I start to wrap his wounds with gauze.
"Four, I know this hurts, but I have to wrap this." I try to tie it tight, while not hurting him. I can already see some blood soaking through the gauze though. "Four. I'm going to take you to the hospital."
"Tris…."
"No, Four! We are going!" I grab my phone and put it in my pocket. "I'll bring the car around." Four nods feebly. I go into the mudroom, and I put on my flip flops and grab the keys. I go quickly into the garage and slide into my car. I open the garage door and pull the car to the front door. I open the door, and run to the living room. "Come on." I help him stand up, and we walk slowly to the car. I open the passenger seat for him. Four slumps into it. I hurriedly buckle my seatbelt and pull out of the driveway. We get on our way, and I call Caleb.
"Hey Tris! What's up? I'm on my way home."
"Caleb, ne allez pas à la maison, je ai besoin que vous veniez à l'hôpital."
"Pourquoi?" He asks why, and I switch to Spanish. Four is almost unconscious, but I don't want him to know what we are talking about.
"Estoy bastante seguro de que fue azotado. Dice un tipo llamado Marcus hizo. Por favor, sólo por venir!"
"Por supuesto, voy a estar allí pronto. Espere a que nosotros en la sala de espera."
"Bueno. Te quiero, adiós." I drive like a mad woman while calling a friend who is a nurse at the hospital. She is expecting us.
I pull into the hospital parking lot, and I help Four to the emergency room. Brooke (the nurse) meets us there.
The next few minutes are a blur. They take Four, and tell me his room number, where he'll be when he's recovering from his (maybe) surgery and stitches. Mean while I wait in the waiting room for Caleb and Grayson.
Five minutes later they arrive. Caleb walks in holding Grayson's hand.
"Tris!" Caleb spots me. He runs up. "What happened?!" He folds me into a hug, and Grayson hugs my knees.
I bury my face in his chest. "I don't know. I was watching TV, and he showed up, all hurt, and so I wrapped his back and took him here."
"Wow, Tris, I'm sorry."
"It's fine. But, he said it was Marcus." I pull back from him. "Caleb, I think that's his dad."
Caleb's eyes go wide. "We'll talk later."
I bend down to Grayson. "Hey bud, how was the movie?"
"It was awesome! And Trissy, look, Caleb got me a coloring book!" He waves it around. "Wow that's great Grayson! Let's go upstairs, and you can color there."
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It's about 9:00 now, and I'm walking around the hospital, trying to find a vending machine. Caleb and Grayson are back in Four's room. Grayson's sleeping on the other bed in there, and Caleb is reading. Four is asleep. And along with the dang vending machine, I also have to go downstairs to my car and get a blanket and a book for me.
I take the elevator to the ground floor, and keep my keys in my hand as I walk to the car. I open it, grab my book, and grab the brown blanket I keep in the backseat for Grayson. I lock the car again and walk inside. And now to find that godforsaken vending machine.
I walk into the waiting area, and finally spot a vending machine. On the way, I pass a coffee table with a bunch of magazines on it. I buy some fruit snacks, Twizzlers, and potato chips, and then I start to walk back. But as I pass the table again, a magazine catches my eye.
And it has my face on it.
No one is at the desk, so I grab it and walk briskly to the elevator. When I get to the room, I open the door quietly, as to not disturb Grayson, and now Caleb, who has also fallen asleep. I set the food and stuff down, throw the blanket over Grayson, and sit in my chair. Now I look at the magazine. It's People.
TRIS PRIOR SPOTTED IN PARIS WITH "MYSTERY BOY" it proclaims. But it's one of the little things on the side, so it's not "breaking news". I skim through the article, but there's nothing really revealing or anything. Just as I put the magazine down, Four stirs. I move to sit on the edge of his bed.
I push his hair away from his eyes. "Hey."
"Hi." His eyes lock on mine. "What happened?"
"You had to get 20 stitches in your back," I whisper. "Four. Did your father do this to you?"
"Yeah." His voice is feeble. "How long will I be out of school?"
"Until they take the stitches out. And you're staying at my house until then."
"Tris, I can't." His eyes shine with tears. "He'll kill me."
"Not anymore, Four. He's being arrested for child abuse, among other crimes. And I called my mom; she's fine with you staying at my place." Four shakes his head.
"Tris, I can't do that, I can't invade your privacy like that."
"Four, there's no argument. My mom already took care of it."
"Tris I can't thank you enough." He smiles that beautiful half smile. "And don't call me that."
"Call you what?"
"Four."
A smile plays at my lips. "Then what should I call you."
"Tobias."
Yay! Another chapter up! Boo yah! It's Thanksgiving break here! So, that means I may be posting more frequently this week. What are you guys doing for Thanksgiving? I hope you have a good one!
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