Chapter 13

Four

When the days are cold and the cards all fold,

When the saints we see are all gold,

"Amanda!" Four yelled as her delicate eyes snapped open. An irritating beeping noise sounded from the heart monitor attached to her. He quickly glanced at it to see her heart was beating faintly but stopped completely.

"Shit!" Four swore, his eyes wide and paranoid for the small woman that laid, slowly dying, in front of his own eyes. He was frozen for a second, what if she didn't make it? He would never learn the truth behind those eyes, hell he would never even she them open again.

He ran out the door, in to the bustling hospital hallway, yelling for help. He was a mess for some reason, he could not explain. He felt nauseous, as if he was going to faint. Doctors, nurses rushed to help, pushing Four out of the way. Through the window on the door he could see them giving her CPR, praying to have her heart start again. They detached the bed and ran down the hall leaving him there, a mess.

He hadn't even come for Amanda, he had come to see Jordan but now he wasn't sure he could even leave his place against the wall without passing out. What the hell was wrong with him?

He needed something to get his mind off all of what had just happened. He reached in to his pocket and pulled out his phone. Maybe if he read the news on him, he would calm down about the whole ordeal.

"A passed out mystery girl in the arms of our newly single Four." He scoffed and read the next article, appalled that they thought of him as a man that moves on to a woman while she was venerable.

"Four's manager, Jordan Prior and good friend, Lynn Dahnem get in to a freak accident with our one and only mystery girl.

On July 18, 2014; Jordan Prior, Lynn Dahnem and, as a source tells us, Beatrice Prior, all happened to be driving down or into Fulton Street when the accident occurred.

According to a passerby Beatrice and Jordan had both been distracted and drove through a red light to only collide with Lynn, who had the green light. Jordan swivelled to avoid making contact a hit her car in to a street light, while Lynn and Beatrice didn't have enough time to move out of the way and collided in to each other and the front of Jordan's car.

As a source tells us Jordan Prior is alright and now just recovering but both Lynn and Beatrice are both in critical condition…"

He threw his phone against the wall in front of his tired eyes. Four couldn't stand it, the way they talked about everything as if the 'source', they received information from, knew everything in the world. Didn't these people have lives to live rather than, pick fun at celebs when something happens to them?

Reluctantly he pulled his tired body off the floor and marched in to the room, where Jordan was wide awake. Her eyes were wide and worried.

Did she know she had been in the same hospital room as her sister, her real sister?

"What the hell just happened?" Jordan asked, glancing back to where Amanda- no Beatrice had been lying down and peacefully sleeping.

"I don't even…" He paused, Trying to find the right words to say to her, "I just… I know that girl, she's the girl I told you about, I swear, but they told me her name was Beatrice not Amanda, which is the name Peter, her fiancé used and I was just reading the news on me. They think that mystery girl a.k.a Beatrice is my victim 'cause they saw me carrying her away from Uriah's party and now you, Lynn and this Beatrice character all managed to get in to a car crash. I'm just so absolutely and utterly confused!" He threw his hands up in defeated and exhausted.

Jordan didn't talk, she didn't say anything or do anything, really. Just sat there and waited for him to calm down. As if he would blow up in her face but he wouldn't, she didn't know that though. He was surprised she never asked him about his passed or why he was such a bastard. Why he never really let anybody in? Only he knew the answer.

And he wasn't proud of it.

He kept everybody at an arm's length. But why would he ever do that, when everyone around him, let him in with open arms? Because he was ashamed of himself. Around people he was a confident jackass that could do what he want and get away with it. He was that asshole trying to steal your girl, he was the guy that tricked you into thinking all he wanted was sex, fame and money. When he was alone, he hated himself and that just proved how his father was right about him. He was an unaccomplished fucking loser, just like his father. He was just like his fucking father.

"Four?" Jordan asked, her voice bored and unamused. He looked over at her, she wanted to say something, obviously but was waiting in till he calmed down.

"Yah, J?" He answered, his voices smooth against as it bounced off the white walls of the hospital room.

"That girls name is Beatrice Prior, she's my half-sister. She's my fucking half-sister and now she's going to die because I wasn't paying attention to the road. What the fuck is my problem, for the first time in 22 years, I can finally tell my mum I've met my half-sister, only to watch her die because I wasn't paying attention. And I have to listen to you freak out because that girl might die. Have you even taken the time to think that if either of those girls die it's going to be my fault, their blood will be on my hands?

"I'm sorry, I'm fucking so sorry!" she finished her eyes filled with tears. She thought it was her fault, when it was her fault as much as the next girl. Four was certain no one would end up pressing charges.

He walked to her bed side and held her. He didn't say anything because he had no idea what to say, for Four had never been good at anything remotely human or emotional. He stood there awkward and soaked in tears but he couldn't help but think that if he hadn't let Amanda or Beatrice go back to her fiancé or let Jordan go home early, would they have been in the same predicament? Was it secretly his fault? Was the blood on his hands if one of the girls died?

Every now and then Four would wonder what his life would have been like if he had gone to college and university like most of the world did. Would he still have the same friends, would he have met Jordan or Beatrice? Would he even be living in the same place he did now? Would he go and visit his father in prison where he lived out a lifelong sentence for 1st and 2nd degree murder, theft, possession of a stole weapon and a lot of other charges. Would he wear the name Eaton and thrive to make it a better name, restore the honor his father took from it? Would he be a man of honor and selflessness or the same man he was today.

And after a while, he realised, there was no point in even thinking about it that way because he would never be normal. He would always be known as Four the stone faced bastard and the sooner he learn to accept that the sooner he would stop thinking like this.

His life was a lie, placed upon many other lies. Lies that he himself didn't even know the truth to.

Hey guys,

soooo, how yah liken it?

I feel evil, am I evil.

just so that you know, Jordan is related to Tris and Caleb but older than both of them. yay!

Fourtris will make it's way out in to my story but I want to have something big happen before so just wait! *laughs evilly*

Question of the day: What time is it were you are?

Answer of the day: 11:40 a.m.

~J