I start up my laptop and immediately grow irritated due to the buzzing it makes as it turns on. Finally after what seems like hours, my screen saver appears on the screen. I click into Internet Explorer and open up google. ]

What next? Oh! His name! I type in the words quickly, 'Tobias Eaton,' I hit enter.

Internet explorer is the slowest server out there I swear. It takes about a minute, but when the articles pop up, I click the first one there is.

Marcus Eaton on trial for abuse.

Marcus Eaton of Chicago, Illinois is currently on trial for alleged abuse of his son Tobias. Eaton's ex-wife, Evelyn Johnson states, 'Tobias only came to my home once every month or two. Sometimes he'd come and have bruises. He blamed them on football, but I knew something more was going on,' Tobias has scars all down his back from possible beatings. On August 29, Eaton had a trial. Both his son and wife attended and stood as the defendants.

I'm not even halfway through the article and I already have an alibi!

August 29 was the day that Caleb was kidnapped. Four couldn't have done it. I continue to read.

The trial was set to start at 6, but when Eaton didn't show they postponed it until 7. He didn't come then either. By the end of the day, Eaton never showed. He was later found hiding in a friends house. The friends had no idea that he was supposed to be under trail. He was arrested and is now under house arrest. He no longer has rights to Tobias.

Marcus.

It was Marcus. Marcus is John Doe! He didn't show up to his own trial on the night that Caleb disappeared! I take a picture of the article and send it to Christina. She calls me within 3 minutes.

"Hey, what does this mean?" She asks before I can even say hello.

"Marcus, Four's dad is John Doe!" I practically shout.

"Holy shit Tris take that to the police department right now!" She does shout.

I hang up then run downstairs to find Mom, I find them in the kitchen talking. I decide to listen in on a little bit.

"I can't believe it was the Eaton boy," Dad says.

"I know and to think that he was in our house," Mom replies.

There is a small pause before Dad speaks again, "It must be because of Marcus, it has to be traumatizing to have your own father beat you,"

"That gives him no reason to harm other people. There is no reason for him to do that!" Moms voice cracks. I take that as my chance to walk in. She looks my way, "Beatrice, hello,"

"Hi, I found an article and I have proved that it wasn't Four,"

"Beatrice, honey, I know its hard to believe that he did that, but he did. All we have to do is get him to tell us where Caleb is then its over," Dad puts an arm around me.

"Dad, no, read this." I show him the article from the picture on my phone. He takes my phone and reads it, his eyes widen as he does.

He slowly hands me my phone back, "Tobias is innocent,"

My parents take the article to the police and Marcus is brought in for questioning. If he is found guilty of the charges, he'll be given either a prolonged sentence or execution. Is it bad that I hope for the latter? After all, who would want their own son convicted of a crime that they did. He is sadistic.

I hope and pray that this ends soon. All I want is for it all to be over, I want Caleb back. I call Zeke, "Hey Zeke,"

"Hey Tris," He seems to be the one most effected by this, he has to take care of his blind brother and his best friend was accused of doing it which causes suspicion on him.

"Have you heard about Four's dad?" I ask.

"You mean the dead-beat who hit him and is now waiting in his cell for the day to come when he finally goes to hell?" Zeke says.

"Yeah that one,"

"Well what about him?"

I smile, "He is the one who did it, not Four."

"How do you know?"

"A lot of the time, fathers and sons have the same handwriting. On the day Caleb went missing, Four was at Marcus' hearing but Marcus ditched it,"

"Holy crap, come over and tell this to Uri. He misses you anyway," In the background I heard 'No I don't!'

I laugh, "I'll be right over,"

I walk across the street to Zeke and Uriah's house. I don't bother knocking, I know they're there and they expect me, "Uri? Ezekial?" I shout out into the house.

"Heyo!" Zeke yells back, "We're in Uri's room! Go ahead and come on back!"

I make my way to Uriah's room, when I come is Uriah says, "Say something, Zeke didn't tell me who you were, I'm testing myself as I may be returning to school shortly,"

"Well that's fantastic." I laugh.

"Let's see, female?"

I roll my eyes, "Wow, good guess,"

"Knew it, let's see- Christina?"

"No, sorry,"

"Tris!" He grins, "I knew it,"

"What if I wasn't Tris?"

"But you are,"

I sit down, "You're right I am."

He motions to where Zeke is, "Ezekial here tells me that you want to tell me something,"

"That's right," I start, "You know how Four was arrested for everything that happened?" He nods, "It wasn't him." I pause, when he doesn't reply, I continue, "He was framed. We think it's Marcus, his dad. I know all of this because his dad was having a trial which he attended to, but Marcus never showed up."

There is a long pause, "Are you serious?"

"Yes,"

"You swear on it?"

"I swear," I say softly.

He looks down then back up, "So Four is as innocent as I am blind?"

I look at Zeke, he has a surprised look on him, I finally say, "Four is as innocent as you are blind."

"Wow, that's a relief," He let out an over exaggerated breath.

"You okay?" Zeke puts his hand on Uriah's shoulder.

Uriah smiles, "Yes, I finally got someone else to admit that I'm blind. There's no denying yet, but I've noticed that since it happens everyone avoids the words sight, blind, see, and look. I'm sick of that so, I tricked Tris," I stare at him in awe, it is just like Uriah to do the easiest things the hard way. That's what he's like. Even when he has the right to do the easy thing, he does it the hard way. Why do bad things happen to good people?

"Good to know," I smile, "Do you guys want to go do something?"

Uriah stands up, "Oh please! I haven't left the house to do normal things in weeks,"

I furrow my eyebrows, "What exactly is not normal?"

"Blind kid school," He flares his nostrils and shakes his head, "In my head it looks like a lovely place, but the chair couldn't be more uncomfortable and the people couldn't be more irritating,"

"It must be because they can't see how amazingly attractive you are,"

Uriah laughs out, "Shut up Tris, let's go to the beach,"

I slap him on the arm, "We live in Illinois,"

"Damn, I thought we lived in Florida," I stare at him for a second, he suddenly gasps, "OH WE LIVE IN ILLINOIS!"

Zeke and I almost cry because we are laughing so hard, "Any second choices?"

"The mall,"

"Really?" I say, that would be my last choice.

"Yes, really. I want to be around people," He stuck his arm out for me to take, I loop my arm through his and head out to Zeke's car.

We arrive at the mall. Zeke hands the keys over to valet parking, he and the guy there talk for a little then he comes to us, "Alright lets go to the Candy Shoppe!" He grins the famous Pedrad grin that both of the boys have and we walk to the Candy Shoppe.

I hold Uriah's arm the whole way, guiding him and keeping him from running into different things. The whole way we laugh and talk.

"We're here!" Zeke shrieks when we get to the store, he grabs Uriah and together they run in. I laugh and walk in. Just before I step in, someone grabs my arm, I gasp and turn around. Peter, Drew, and Molly.

"What do you want?" I snarl.

"Uriah has some nice glasses," Peter glares down at me, his grip on my arm tightening, "Where did he get them?"

I give him the meanest look that I can manage, "That is none of your business."

Molly smirks, "I guess we can just go ask him ourselves."

"Go to hell Atwood," I growl at her.

"Look at him, he's so happy. Like a kid in a candy store,"

"He is a kid in a candy store Drew,"

I slap Peter across the face, "Get lost," I turn to look back at Uriah and Zeke, they have a system for getting the candy, "Leave Uriah alone, and get away."

"Why?" He pouts.

"He's been through enough and doesn't need low life losers like you to drag him down,"

He lets go of my arm, "I'm offended, I really am. If only you could be more like your brother. Quieter, calmer..." He half smiles, "Dead."

"He's not dead!" I almost yell.

Peter shakes his head, "He may have had some luck last time, but this time they might not be so merciful." He starts to walk away.

"Wait! Do you know something I don't know?" I shout after him.

"Of course not, I'm just speaking my mind," And with that, he's gone.

I step into the store and catch up to the boys.

"Blue candy rocks?" Zeke suggests.

"Put them in the bag," Uriah grins.

It is then when I realized how amazing of a person Zeke is. Most people would avoid their brothers under these circumstances, but here he is, sticking with him and being his best friend. When Caleb first disappeared, Christina was there for me all the time, a best friend is more than just another person in your life. A best friend is your savior when things go wrong.

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Question of the chapter - Who do you hate more, Marcus, Jeanine, or Peter?