Chapter 6
Tris
Sun is up, I'm a mess,
Gotta get out now, gotta run from this,
Here comes the shame, here comes the shame.
Don't let anyone know, they can't know, anything I tell them will ruin my chances of being alive tomorrow. Tris continues to chant to herself as they pull up to the building in which the party is being held. Putting on a fake smile, Tris and Peter make their way up to the apartment on the very last floor. She looped her arm through Peters extended one, it was muscly and he wrapped it too tightly around hers as if to tell Tris that she couldn't run if she even tried.
Peter practically dragged Tris' body up all the flights of the stairs. Why hadn't they taken the elevator? Tris didn't know, but then again Tris didn't know much of what Peter ever did. Maybe he was bipolar, that would explain him being very on and then off. Or maybe he was just fully mentally unstable, it wouldn't surprise her at all. Ever since he refused to feed her, not even a smidgen because she was too fat, she hated him with a burning passion. Tris had already hated this man but the insult threw her over the edge, she was already insecure in every way when it came to her body.
Tris' mind wandered back to when she was in high school. She hated school, more than anything she ever hated before. A girl, Molly, would always pick on her for being a goody two shoes, a smart ass, Molly called her too fat to even be human. Tris had cried herself to sleep but was too selfless to let anyone she had been struggling, she should have known better. The only person that knew what happened on a daily basis was Al.
Al, a good friend of hers, had been the only one she cared for really. He was her only supporter, he got her through life when she had wanted to die, but after the death of her parents, she leaned to heavily on him and he walked away. Tris was devastated, it was the first time she tried to commit suicide and definitely not the last time. Word had gotten around school of what had happened and Al came to her. He told her to kill herself that she was just a piece of worthless shit. She broke down right then and there, Tris could hear the laugh of those brainwashed teens. She tried to kill herself again but later resorted to alcohol as her permanent solution.
At grad, everyone showed up hugging and crying because they wouldn't see each other on a daily basis, Tris stood in the background only half into it. She was still buzzed from an earlier celebration she gave herself for graduating. She hardly even noticed when a boy came to see her. He took her by the shoulders and only then did she notice who this boy was. Al. She hated him, she wished she could cause him pain. All of the pain she had felt after he left.
He had come to ask forgiveness for his sins, forgiveness in which she could never give him. And she told him that. She let her feelings for him pour out of her now blackened soul, she told him how much she hated him, how much he had ruined her life. Tris had turned ad left a tearful Al standing in the corner.
Al had killed himself that night. That night that was supposed to be a happy and celebrative night. People came by his family's house offering condolences but found no one there. Tris had stayed in her family's house cooped up in her parent's bed as she cried, it was all her fault. If she had just forgiven him-
"Amanda! Are you even listening?" Peter said as he turned his head at Tris but truth be told she hadn't be listening. She had been so deep in her thoughts that she hadn't even realized they were standing at the door of the apartment. "I said-"
Peter started but was stopped by the door begin burst open by a young man. He looked a bit older than her, with dark brown hair that looked black, he had a spare upper lip and full bottom lip and his eyes. Oh, his eyes they were deep sea blue that held some many stories that he tried to hide.
""What the fuck?! Watch were you're going man!" The Peter yelled at the young man, jeez did Peter ever calm down?
"Peter, babe, calm down. I'm sure…" Tris paused waiting for the man to announce his name.
"Four." He answered slightly dazed by she had no idea.
"I'm sure that Four didn't mean to run into you it was most likely accident." Tris said in the softest voice she could muster. Four stared at her, her body, her hair, her entire figure. She suddenly felt very subconscious. He could see that she hadn't been eating properly. She wondered what else could he see, could he see the way Peter held her too tightly. Or the way she held a plea in her eyes.
"I'll calm down if I want to, Amanda." She flinched at her fake name. The tone of his voice was final and told her she would get it if she kept talking. In other words he was telling her to shut up or there would be consequences. Tris inwardly cringed, she thought of what he would do to her when they got back to the house.
Tris could tell he was hesitant to do anything. He could tell that something was wrong but she refused to tip him off. She wanted him to help her so badly, but feared the consequences. She was a coward and she knew it, Four knew it, Peter knew it. Where do cowards like her go? They go nowhere, they stay put and never succeed this was what was going to happen to her.
"Look man, I didn't mean to run into you but I did and I can't take it back, sorry." Four exclaimed exasperated. Tris caught Four's, she knew hers held a silent plea but she bit her cheek and looked away. This man didn't deserve to be caught up in her screwed up life, he deserved to be free to do what he wanted. "Plus that's no way to treat a lady, especially one this beautiful." Wouldn't he just shut up! She was trying to save him and he just wouldn't stop would he?!
"Don't you dare," Peter grabbed Four's shirt and slammed his muscly body up against the wall right next to the door. "Tell me how to treat my fiancé or run my life!" Four had done it now, she mentally slapped him.
"Oh, sure you do. You totally can treat your fiancé by starving her." The words slipped out of Tris mouth, sarcastic and rough. Peter's hands turned into fist and he let go of Four. She inwardly cringed and prepared herself but didn't expect what happened next. She gasped.
Tris clutched her face, Peter had hit her, he had hit her in a public place! She was filled with so much hatred and adrenalin that Tris turned and brought her fist up to Peters face and smiled when he swayed and moaned in pain. Recovering quickly Peter brought his foot up to Tris' chest and forced her to the hardwood floor, winding her. Tris gasped for breath, she couldn't breathe. He brought his foot down again and again. She coughed her chest ached, her arm was most likely broken, tears were at the rimes of her eyes but she refused to cry, not in front of them.
"Enough! Enough!" she heard Four yell but everything was a blur, all she could feel was the pain. Why did this always happen to her. She wanted to die, she wanted to tell Four to let her die but she couldn't get anything like that out.
"Four," Tris moaned as everything turned black.
hey guys,
I'm sooooooo sorry I didn't update. I'm at a swim meet (very important) and haven't had the time and wont be updating until Tuesday. i'm sorry but this swim meet is extremely important to me sooo yah.
Question of the day: What sport do you do? If you play any, if not then any extra activities?
Answer of the day: If you didn't notice I swim. \_(0~0)_/
