Guess who's finished their GCSEs and has finished year 11? THIS GIRL! BRING ON SITXH FORM! I'mma take it by storm, y'all. A f*cking storm.

September 2016

"I didn't want to meet the both of you so soon, because I was going through issues, and because I had become so accustomed to the fact that I had no one else. I was the one that was given up, for reasons unknown, and it made me bitter. Having to move from place to place, being rejected all over again, packing up the little belongings I had, just to move again within the time span of six months made me feel unwanted. I finally got out of foster care at the age of 18, and due to my last parents having had helped me massively with both education and work, I had enough money to enroll into university whilst staying on campus. That's where I met my husband," Abby rambled, a smile slowly creeping up onto her face.

"He made me feel wanted again. Loved. Appreciated. It was a feeling I had craved for as long as I can remember and just at first sight, he made me a happier person. He encouraged me to track down my parents and any relatives. I finally found out what had happened and it threw me way off balance. My whole world shifted, despite the fact I had never known my own twin brother, and it felt as if I had lost parts of myself. A while later, my eldest got diagnosed with cancer. It was too late - again," Abby trailed off, her face falling slightly.

"I had met Tori during a very hard time. It was nearing the time we were going to lose William, and life was very hard to cope with. The family was slowly falling apart; William was the person holding us all together. When he left, we all struggled massively. I didn't want to reach out during a time of grieving, because I didn't want to seem like I was craving sympathy from an estranged relative or anything of the sort. I just wanted to meet you two when life was steady, when everything was bearable. And it finally is," Abby finished. Tris sniffled, "damn hormones." Everyone let out a breathy laugh and she placed a hand on her aunt's cheek. Caleb stayed silent, tears constantly running down his face, and took deep, heavy breaths.

"You're so beautiful," Tris whispered, her eyes jumping around, taking in each aspect of her aunt's appearance.

"Dad would have loved you," Caleb murmured, his eyes brightening. Tris nodded in agreement, sending a small smile in his direction.

"Mum too. She always complained about Dad not having a sibling, and he even came close to persuading your parents to adopt just so he could have a sibling on many counts," Tris continued, fingering a dark curl before tucking it behind Abby's ear.

"We just don't understand why your parents gave you up," Caleb muttered, his heart contracting in sadness. Abby shrugged, resting her hand on top of her niece's.

"That doesn't matter. All that matter is that I have found you. Both of you," Abby uttered, grabbing her relatives into an embrace. Shauna sobbed loudly, "this is so adorable."

"Oh, man. They've started," Zeke whined, dodging his fiancé's slap.

"Says the one that was crying his eyes out as soon as he found out," Uriah shot back. Zeke stayed silent, eyes narrowing. Everyone laughed, the sorrowful atmosphere shattering. Bud cleared his throat, halting the loud laughter.

"Now. How did you find us?"

"Everything okay?" Evelyn spoke from the doorway of her son's bathroom. Tobias paused in his shaving, furrowed his eyebrows and nodded, sending a quick smile to his mother.

"I'm glad that you're back in my life," she mused, watching her son shave with precision. Tobias grinned, stepping to the side to squeeze his mother's hand before returning to stand in front of the sink.

"So, have you found someone?" Evelyn asked quietly, eyes straying to the floor to avoid the sight of his shoulders tensing up and clenching of her son's jaw.

"You and Tris will always have something special. Don't pine after her though... Lynn's picking me up in an hour, let's talk later," Evelyn spoke softly, standing straight, before venturing to her bedroom to get ready for the day.

Tobias shaved the remains of his stray facial hairs and dropped the razor besides the sink, gripping onto the bowl. His nightmares were returning; he was slowly going insane; he felt as if the world didn't want to throw him a rope as he started to sink into the deep sea that was fighting to get him under whilst he struggled to stay above the surface.

"It's always a faceless woman. One that I let get close to me. I let my guards down, and I end up getting abandoned or hurting her. He's still calling me. I've changed my number countless times, and he still manages to call me up going, "Tobias, it's me, your father! Remember me?" It freaks the f*ck outta me. The last time he called, I stayed on the line longer than usual - to his surprise -, just breathing, and he mentioned something about meeting in the pub he used to take us to as kids. He wants to fix things, he said. He wants things to go back to normal. But what exactly is normal?" Everything poured out of the trembling mouth of Tobias Eaton as he sat in front of his best friend, his sister. Lynn leaned back in her plush sofa, gulping down a hot sip of hot chocolate. He still had something to say.

"It was always me. I remember sliding in front of you to stop him from touching you for the first time ever. I never wanted to see you get hurt. I wasn't there, Lynn. He was... F*CK! He was torturing you, and I was not there. I WAS NOT THERE TO PROTECT YOU!" he screamed, finally revealing the last part of his nightmares. Lynn's hands started to shake, and she let her cup down, interlinking her fingers to hide the tremors.

"I always think if I fall in love, again, they'll get hurt. By anyone. And I won't be there. I'm there, unable to break through this invisible wall, watching as the love of my life is getting hurt. I manage to break through just as she slumps forwards, the light leaving her eyes. F*ck, LyLy," he whispered the last bit, his eyes searching hers. She bit her lip, ripping her gaze away from his eyes first, and hiccupped, a tear finally being allowed to escape her eyes.

"I'm glad Mum's back," he announced after a few moments of silence, "and yet she has no idea. Like, how do I tell her that he actually did abuse me? People told her it was just a hit here and there. How do I tell her why he's really in prison? Not for fraud, but for hitting his wife and forcing her to fake her own death. How do I tell her that he raped you? How do I f*cking tell her anything? She only left to ensure our safety, but failed to realise that it only increased his anger and we got the brunt of it. How do I f*cking tell her?" Lynn crumpled at the crack in his voice and muffled her sobs with a hand as she stood up to pace the room. Tobias stood up also and stopped her before she took her first step. He wrapped her up in his arms, and the twins shared a moment of sorrow, the only sounds being their cries echoing in the living room with the two stood in the centre.

"My name is Tris Prior and I would like to report child abuse, rape, and many other things that need to be discussed over a desk."

"He's gone f*cking crazy," Eric commented, fingers tapping on the table. Tris stared at her reflection in the glass, not allowing her eyes to meet the worries gazes of her friends and family.

"Evelyn caught him on the floor, sobbing his f*cking eyes out, drenched in sweat," Uriah mumbled, repeating what Evelyn had said to him earlier on that day.

Tris shot up out of the bed, swinging her legs over the side. She had heard a loud sound, and was not sure of what it was anymore. Her head snapped up as another cry reached her and she grabbed her dressing gown, slipping out of the guest room and tiptoed across the hall, not hesitating to open the door of her boyfriend's room. She gasped at the sight, her heart physically breaking, and rushed to her boyfriend's side. He was curled up into a ball, making himself look smaller than the 6 foot teenager he was, and was drenched in sweat, his loud cries piercing Tris's heart.

"He finally told her everything," Zeke continued, succeeding in pulling Tris's gaze from the glass table as she met his knowing gaze.

"Evelyn's decided to visit him in prison. Now that she knows why he's really in there. She's going to give him a piece of her mind," Shauna sighed, her heart beating for the Eaton twins.

"Lynn knew about the nightmares. He told her not to tell anyone. He thought he could sort it out himself. But this has been going on for several months now," Marlene interjected.

"Marcus has been calling him, in different states of minds. He's either begging for forgiveness or threatening him. Tobias can't even function. He's losing a grip on anything and everything," Will added. Tris glanced over at her phone, itching to call Tobias, and then switched her gaze to her husband. Haytham was already watching her, chin resting on his fists, and she desperately tried to read his emotions but he had hidden them away from her. F*ck it. She grabbed her iPhone off the glass table, and unlocked her phone to get into the contacts and scrolled to Tobias's number, clicking twice to call him. The gang watched her movements; not speaking for it may sway her from what she was doing.

"Hey, Tris, is everything okay?" Tobias's tired, but frantic and concerned, voice floated from the speaker. Tris's breath hitched as a tear dropped.

"I should be asking you that," she responded finally, not missing the familiar rustle and squeaking of his bed as he shifted.

"What you on about?" he chuckled nervously, a tell Tris had memorised.

"Stop lying to me, TJ," she whispered, laying her head on the cool surface, watching the seconds change on the call from the side of the phone. His breathing stopped at the nickname, and he sighed heavily.

"I-I..." he began, and Tris's heart broke as she heard him sniffle. She turned off the speaker, and brought the phone to her ear, pushing herself up from her seat and waddled to the next room. Before she left completely, everyone caught the pained look on her face and the sudden rush of tears.

"Were they together?" Abby quietly questioned, eyes on Haytham. Tori slightly turned her head to the side, and nodded subtly in Abby's peripheral vision. Well, that answers it.

"YOU ALL TOLD HER THAT BECAUSE?"

"She's the only person that can actually help him at this point," Shauna reasoned, trying to placate the fuming Haytham. It had been a hour since Tris walked out and all you could hear was wailing and shouts of protest.

"The dude f*cking pines after her. He still loves her!"

"And you think she doesn't love him back?" Abby cut in smoothly, ignoring the panicked looks people gave her.

"I don't think I need your f*cking opinion here, so just -"

"Just what?" a voice stopped him. Tris was stood in the hallway with a red face, but the firmly set scowl drowned the concern people may have had at first sight. Haytham huffed, knowing it was best not to say anything.

"That's what I thought. Get up. You're driving me to Tobias's. You all can just stay here," Tris stated, walking to the front door. She turned once she had stepped out and rolled her eyes at how everyone tried to rush through the front door at once.

"Or you can just follow, that's fine."

Till later, BooksLover2000...