Chapter Twenty
Four's POV
Tris's dad takes us to his office. When we sit down I look over at Tris. She's looking down, as if to be defeated. I hate it.
"Beatrice" her dad says, clearing his throat.
"Andrew" she says, looking up.
"What brings you here."
"I want answers, about you and mom." I see him stiffen. He clenches his pen. Tris is looking him dead in the eye.
"I don't see why-"
"Because you're cowardice act made me feel unprotected and turned my mother into someone who would've never existed if you hadn't done that" she exclaims. I'm taken back. I haven't said anything and it's kind of awkward. This is their conversation.
"That's no way to talk to your father. I always had a reason of why I did that to-"
"YOU! You may be my father but you will never have any kind of connection with me other than that. You aren't my caring dad I knew when I was 5. You're nothing now." With that she stands up. I shuffle to her side. Andrew stands up. He takes two quick strides towards Tris and raises his arm. She shrinks back. I immediately stand in front of her.
"I thought you would have changed after 10 years. I guess I was wrong" I say nonchalantly.
"You're not as smart as you think you are" he says the same way. I feel Tris pull my hand and I start walking backwards so I can be ready if he tries anything. When we're in the hallway we walk silently towards the glass doors. It's 1:30 right now.
"A-are you okay" I ask.
"I don't know. I hate him" she mutters.
"If they had divorced even if he didn't do what he did, would you still hate him?"
"I don't think so. No. Sometimes what was thought to be meant to be just isn't." I ponder on this for a moment. My dad did the same thing to my mom. If that hadn't happened, she still would've had an affair.
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Tris haven't said a word since she said she wouldn't be mad at her dad if he hasn't hit her mom. We're sitting in the hotel room in silence. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I excuse myself.
"Hey."
"Four, Uripoo won't stop asking when you're coming to the beach. We're all having fun but we'll have just the same amount of fun knowing you'll sit in the sand talking to Tris."
"Err, me and her just went somewhere to meet someone and she doesn't want to talk to anyone."
"What happened to her" I hear Uriah say from a distance.
"Can't say, but hey, I'll try to convince her." As I hung up the phone, I turn around and see her on the balcony. She's looking away from me, her blonde hair flowing perfectly behind her. She's so beautiful. As I walk towards her I see how high we really are. I decide to just stay near the door.
"They're worried about you."
"Yeah well, I am too."
"Let me help you, Tris."
"I'm just so, so scared. All my life I've waited for that moment and I got nothing out of it."
"Maybe it was meant to be like that."
"I want it to be how I pictured it."
"I'm a terrible person. If I had known what you were going through I would've never done that stupid stunt. Even if I didn't, I shouldn't have done it."
"It's kind of my fault. I mean, who's afraid of intimacy."
"Everyone's afraid of something."
"What are you afraid of?"
"This" I say gesturing to the balcony.
"A balc- oh. Heights."
"Yeah. Again a fantastic childhood."
"Heights fascinate me" she says shrugging.
"Of course." She walks back inside and I close the sliding glass door behind her.
"It's like" I check my watch "3 now. We could do something. If you want" I quickly add.
"Let's try to catch a movie on tv."
"Sure." I grab the control and she goes to change. She doesn't come out in twenty minutes and I start getting worried. I press my ear to the door.
"Just here with Four." "No." "Fine." "Alright bye." I decide to walk in and ask her about that. Bad idea.
She's just standing in her bra and underwear. She's wearing a black lacy bra with matching underwear. She has curves and a flat stomach. You can see her abs forming.
"Four!"