Hey guys! Firstly, I would like to apologize for not updating in nearly a month. I have had my prelims (which is if anyone didn't know, mini exams which predicts what grade you are going to get in your actual exam) and I'm currently supposed to be studying for my Biology one, which is tomorrow. I have already done my English one (which I'm pretty confident I failed) and my Music one (which I'm also pretty confident I failed) so I only have 2 more prelims to go and after that I promise I will be trying to update as much as possible. Tis my first update of 2017 (yay!) and fingers crossed it's a good one (even though Donald Trump is already attempting to fuck up the world), I hope everyone has and will have a good one too. Secondly, I apologise if this is total shit, I know this isn't my best chapter but I've had this chapter planned for a long time so I hope it is worth it! TTFN (If you have never seen Winnie the Pooh, that means ta ta for now)

I own nothing except Alex (but then again not really) and the plot!

Tris POV

I toss and turn as I lay in my bed, my head spinning and my eyes brimming with tears as I think about today's events; finding out Alex was here, finding out that Alex's wife is pregnant, watching Alex get shot. Tears roll down my cheeks as I put my hand out and feel the cool metal of Alex's chain against my fingers which sits on my bedside table.

"Shit" I mutter quietly to myself, hoping the sound of the chain hitting the floor didn't wake Charley up but the sound of her steady breathing on the other side of the room continues. Blindly, I reach down and try to find Alex's chain and I let out a sigh of relief when my fingers drag across the metal but my eyes widen in confusion when I feel something much softer against my fingers.

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, I grasp whatever it is along with Alex's chain and lift it up before placing it next to myself on my bed. I reach back to the bedside table and turn on the small lamp which is situated on it before looking back and realizing that it's a very tightly folded piece of paper wrapped in a tiny piece of black ribbon.

Out of curiosity, I untie the black ribbon before unfolding the piece of paper until I can clearly read what is written on the page in my hands which is covered in Alex's messy scrawl. Confused, I lean back and begin to read.

Dear Baby Girl,

Hi Baby, I'm your daddy. If you're reading this, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't be there; I was really hoping you'd never have to read this or hear anyone else read it to you. If this is being read to you, it means that I'm not there anymore but that doesn't mean that I love you any less. Wherever I am.

I'm sorry, I've never been the best with words but for you, I promise I'm going to try my hardest.

My eyes are welling up with tears as I read this and I try to swallow past the lump in my throat.

I remember the day that your mummy told me she was pregnant with you. I was so happy, I just couldn't stop smiling. I also promised that day that I would never let anyone hurt you or your mummy ever. You both will always mean the world to me; my two beautiful girls.

Your mummy gave me the idea of writing this letter for you if anything would ever have happened to me. Your mummy is very smart, beautiful and kind and I know when you grow up, you're going to be just like her and I promise, no matter what happens, I will always be proud of you, my little girl. I hope you know, if I had been there, I would have spoilt you rotten, treating you like the little princess you are. I always wanted a daughter and I always hoped that if I was ever blessed enough to have one, she would have been a Daddy's girl.

This letter is mainly just to let you know that I love you, little girl. I may not have been there to show it but I would trade anything in the world just to have had another day with you.

Lots of love, your Daddy

With tears pouring down my cheeks, I slowly fold the paper back up and re-tie the black ribbon before placing it back inside the chain. Rolling back onto my back, I stare up at the ceiling, tears clouding my vision before I have to put a hand over my mouth to prevent a loud sob coming out.

I hiccup loudly as I try to take deep breaths until I eventually calm down. Letting out a shaky breath, I pull my duvet off my body, exposing parts of my bare skin to the cool night air before reaching towards the end of my bed and picking up some clothes, which I quickly change into.

As I'm fastening up my shoelaces, I look over at Charley's sleeping body and my head immediately fills with some worst-case scenarios. What if when I'm gone, someone sneaks into the room and tries to kill Charley? What if she wakes up and thinks I've completely abandoned her? What if….?

I stop myself there, trying not to think of any more negative things before sneaking to the door and slipping out of it and closing it as quietly as possible.

Without looking back at the door, I start to jog as swiftly as I can down the maze of corridor before I eventually find the doors of the training room before entering. The room is a lot more peaceful when there is no one else in it, an aura of calmness to it. As I tilt my head back to relax the muscles of my neck, I notice that through the windows in the roof you can see the stars glistening away in the darkness and that sight comforts me, reminding me that you can still see the stars at home, making home feel like barely a couple of meters away from this hellhole.

But I freeze as another thought enters my head; Alex is probably sat beneath those same stars, bleeding out in the cold, watching them and praying that he'll make it home. Hell, he might even already be dead and I have to blink away the tears at that thought before pushing it to the back of my mind.

Slipping off my jacket and placing it on a nearby bench, I shiver as the cold night air causes goose bumps to break out all over my arms. Ignoring the cold, I walk over to a nearby punching bag and square up to it in the way I watched the others do it when I was knife throwing before aiming a punch at the bag.

I do this until I'm sweating and my knuckles are cut and both my hands and the punching bag is covered in blood. Leaning forward, I rest my head against the cool leather of the punching bag, taking in deep breaths.

"I didn't know you had that kind of aggression in you, you just keep on surprising me today, don't you?" a rough voice asks from behind me and I spin around to see Four, leaning against the doorframe of the entrance. His hair is ruffled and his posture is relaxed but even from here, I can see his eyes are bright, awake.

"Well, normally this type of aggression only comes out when I'm surrounded constantly by patronising assholes" I spit, my eyes narrowed as I watch Four walk towards me and laughs.

"I always assumed it was your friend who was the fiery one but it looks like I've been sorely mistaken" Four says, still chuckling once he is standing mere inches from me. I can feel his hot breath fanning over my face as he looks at me. I look down when I feel one of his hands grab mine and bring it closer to my face.

"Good thing you are being taught how to throw a proper punch tomorrow or else your hands would be destroyed" he mutters quietly and my breath hitches in my throat as I feel him gently run his fingers over the cuts.

Letting go of my hand, Four leans towards me and presses a soft kiss to my cheek before moving his head to whisper my ear, "goodnight Tris" before turning around and leaving, letting the door slam shut behind him and leaving the feelings of butterflies exploding in my stomach and a simple question on my mind. 'What the hell just happened?'

Hope you guys like it! also I'm sorry about re-posting, I made a very stupid mistake