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I stand up, wide eyed, "what?"

The officers don't answer me, and if they did, I wouldn't hear it. Everything I hear is muffled. They are talking to Tobias, but it is like I'm deaf. No words can come out of my mouth now, either. I'm deaf and mute. Fantastic.

Tobias walks out the cafeteria, handcuffed. There is already a crowd forming, and the officers have to shove their way through, to get to the door.

Christina taps me on the shoulder and brings me back to reality. I immediately sprint to the door and chase after them, only to find that the cop cars are gone.

"Tris," Christina says, once we are outside, she must have followed me, "what just happened?"

I whip my head around, "Christina, I need you to take me to the police station, right now."

"Okay," she says wearily, "but what's going on? Why is Four being arrested?"

"I will explain it all later," I say, my voice firm, focused.

We run to her car, and I explain everything that happened yesterday. The more I talk about, the harder it is to keep a steady voice. But I manage to keep going despite the anger, desperation, and awe.

"Wait," she says, wide eyed, "Marcus beats him?"

I nod, clutching the armrest beside me.

When we reach the station, I climb out of the car and sprint inside. There is a desk to the right of a door that I guess, would lead to Tobias. It takes every piece of will power in my body not to storm through it and drag him out.

I make my way over the desk instead. I slam my hand on it, making the scrawny man look up at me, "I'm looking for Tobias Eaton, is he here?"

He gives me a glare and then draws his eyes to a clipboard, "ah yes, Eaton. He is waiting to be interrogated now."

"Waiting to?" I ask, "So can I see him?"

He looks at me like I am crazy, "of course not! He is a criminal."

"No he is not!" I shout, slamming my hands on the desk again. "You weren't there, you have no idea what happened."

"And you do?" he asks me.

"Yes!" I shout, exasperated.

"Then, we will need to question you as well," he get up and beckons me to the door, "this way please."

I turn around, Christina is outside on her phone. I limply make my way to the door, the only thing keeping me going, is the fact that Tobias has gone through the door as well.

The hallway is dark and crammed. The smell of body odor and metal fill my nose. I keep walking behind the man, concentrating on the rhythm of his footsteps.

We reach another door, with light pouring through the cracks. He opens it and lets me in first. I scan the room for Tobias, but he isn't anywhere. A part of me deflates, and I want to sink to my knees and scream for him. But I don't.

"ma'am," the man says, his voice squeaky and annoying, "this way."

And that's when I see him. The tall boy, the muscles bulging out of his shirt, his blue eyes wild, and a look of complete frustration on his face.

When he sees me, he runs immediately, knocking the papers off the desk beside him.

He reaches me and tries to cup my face, but the handcuffs don't let him. "Tris," he breathes

"Tobias," I whisper, the guards already encasing his elbows behind his back, "what's going on? Why are you here?"

He grits his teeth, I can't tell if it's because of the question or because of the guards trying, but failing, to pull him away from me. "Tris, I don't know, they won't tell me anything. Just don't say anything. You get one phone call, call your parents. I love you." He relaxes. Letting the guards pull him back to the other room.

"Well," the man says, "I guess you would like that phone call now. Follow me."

I punch in the number and wait for her to pick up, "mom?"

"Beatrice? Why are you calling from the police station?"

I sigh, "Because Tobias just got arrested for something he didn't do! Mom you gotta help him!"

"Did he call his father? Wait," she says, "Tobias? Where is Four? Honey, I am very confused."

I sigh, "Mom, I will explain it all later. Please, get here!"

"Okay," she says, "I'm coming."

I hang up. The man tells me to follow him, again. So I do.

We walk into a room that is to bright, and the tiles on the floor or polished, white marble.

"Sit down please," the man says, "what's your name?"

I huff, wanting to act nonchalant. But really, I feel like my insides are twisting and I can hardly breathe. "Tris prior."

"That's a nickname," he says, "real name?"

"Beatrice."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen," I smirk, "so I'm a minor."

"I realize that, thank you Beatrice," he smiles at me. A fake smile, one that I would give to Peter, or some else who bothered me intensely.

I return it, flashing teeth.

"How old is Tobias?" he asks

I stare at him. And he looks at me expectantly.

"Well?" he asks,

"I'm going to wait for my mother to arrive to answer any further questions," I smile again.

He presses his mouth into a firm line, and I feel a sudden spark of satisfaction. These people are idiots.

I hear the door squeak open, and my mother walks in. "Beatrice!" she breathes, wrapping her arms around me in an embrace. "Can we have a moment please?" she asks.

The man stands up and leaves the room, his chicken legs barely bending when he walks. I want to talk to my mother privately, but I know how one-way windows work. They can see and hear everything we are saying.

"Bea," she says, her eyes that were once wild and desperate, are now stern and insistent. "What's going on? Where is Four and why are you here with Marcus's son?"

"Okay, mom," I say, "listen, and don't ask any questions until I am finished, okay?"

She nods.

"Four… is Marcus's son." I say, and I feel like I just betrayed him, telling her that. But I continue, "Marcus beats Tobias. And…" I breathe through my nose, trying to calm down, "Marcus tried to kill him."

She stares at me, wide eyed, "that is not possible. Marcus is the mayor of this town. He is one of the kindest people in the city!"

"Mom," I say, "I have witnessed it before. He hit me! Check the scars on Tobias's back. Ask him why he goes by the name four!"

She stiffens, and puckers her lips like she just tasted something sour, "Why is Tobias being arrested? Shouldn't Marcus be here instead?"

I put my head in my hands, "tell them that!"

She stands and pulls me up with her, "we will get him out, I promise." She kisses my forehead and walks out the door.

The man walks back in the room, with a look of interest in his eyes. He takes his time to sit down in the chair and arrange his papers. It frustrates me tremendously.

When he finally speaks, his voice is rough and calm, "Beatrice, do you think Tobias attacked Marcus?"

I give him a look of disgust, "no."

"Then what do you think happened that day?" he is treating me like a child. And I'm done with it.

"Look," I demand, "I know that you know what I said. I'm not stupid. That," I point to the whiteboard on the wall, "is a one-way window where you heard and recorded everything I said. So, if you could ask some real questions so I can prove to you how stupid every single person in this building is, that would be great."

His face reddens and he clenches his jaw, "okay, why don't you tell me about the time when Marcus hit you."

I smile at him, "gladly. Tobias and I were at his house when Marcus came in. He was all angry and flustered." I take a shaky breath, "he didn't know who I was or why I was there. So he was about to slap me, but Tobias pushed me out of the way. That made Marcus furious, and he punched Tobias. Marcus almost hit Tobias with his belt but I stopped him. I took the hit." I close my eyes, remembering the sting on my wrist, "And then Tobias punched Marcus until he was unconscious."

"Okay," the man says, "I think you are free to leave Mrs. Prior"

"Can I see him? Do you understand now?" I ask impatiently.

"You can visit him briefly, while we wait for Marcus to arrive."

I don't even let him finish before I am running towards the door.

He is waiting just outside and I don't even think about it, I just press my lips to his.

He kisses me back, desperately. His hands gripping my face.

I pull away slightly, "Tobias." I whisper. It's the only thing I could think to say.

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second: I came to the conclusion that Nina Dobrev would be the best fudging Nita holy crap yes okay yes

third: ALLIGAINT IS GOING TO BE IN TWO PARTS AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW I FEEL ABOUT IT LIKEEEE... am I happy or am I scared i'm going to be scarred for life?

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