hey everybody! If anyone is on Vine, my username is Mel Gross. (Yes, gross as in nasty. please don't make fun.)
anyway here's the much anticipated chapter!
Qwerty
Tris P.
O.V:
My father's mouth hangs open for a moment, but then he closes it slowly. Shock crosses my mother's face briefly, paling her skin and illuminating the blue of her eyes. The rapid pace of my heart increases slowly. Suddenly I am entirely aware of how exposed I am in my rock band v-neck, snakes and flames and ravens inked onto me like a second skin, in a new place that I have conquered, and how alien in must be to my parents. Who have raised me and loved me and were proud of me, until I became this. But, I realize, there is also Tobias, who helped me up when I fell hard, who put me back together when I broke, and Tobias, who's fingers are gripping my waist, that exposed patch of skin across my hipbone, holding onto me in case I fall, like when we were on top of the world, climbing up the abandoned ferris wheel. Us. On top of it all.
And now I know it more than ever, if I knew it at all before. I love my parents, I do. But Tobias?
I chose him.
And I love him more.
"Well." Says my father. "Beatrice, may we have a word?" He glances at Tobias, who releases me. "In private." My mother adds anxiously, like I don't know. I feel like I'm going to puke. All over my parents. I shoot Tobias a look that he quickly decodes. "I'll be over here. With Zeke," he says to me. I nod tightly. "Tell Christina and Marlene the letters NGSWSM." His dark eyes skirt over me, cool, collective, calculated. So unlike Tobias, so like Four. Just let it go! I want to yell. Give up the act! This is my family!
Well, I can still hope Christina decodes my cry for help: 'Not going so well save me!'
I am so pathetic.
"Beatrice, please explain this to me." My mother's hands shake as she tucks her hair behind her ear. "First he's your instructor, then-"
"Instructor?" Asks my father, wide-eyed. "That's allowed?" I fight the urge to roll my eyes at them and glance over my father's shoulder to see a group of initiates beelining towards me. Oh for the love of god.
"One second." I say, slipping away to meet my pre-members. "This better be important," I hiss, "so make it quick."
Jay is practically bouncing, and Uno looks happy, yet somehow mildly uncomfortable at the same time. "What's wrong?" I ask, actually concerned now.
"Anja quit." I blanch.
"Just... go tell Uriah or Four." I shove Uno away. "Now."
They walk off, and I return to my parents, annoyed.
"Okay. Continue."
My mom shoots me a look, but my father keeps talking. "Well, it's just, we're happy, but we want to know-"
I look at them, lips parted. Did they really not believe me? "Mom, dad, I love him. End. Period." I throw my hands up. "I don't care if you're happy for me or not, but I would rather leave you..." I paused. Say it, Tris. Do it.
"...than leave him. And I would be grateful if you called me Tris."
That was the end of that.
ok sorry guys but i'm about to crash.
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