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Chapter 21
Four's Point of View:

I pace back and forth behind stage waiting for a response from Tris. She usually gets back to me right away but it's been a little over fifteen minutes since I last texted her. It's not like she forgot her phone. I remember her having it in her back pocket.

Something's not right.

I decide to ask the group about her whereabouts, hoping that she might've went back to the dressing room or something.

I open the door and sigh when I see Tris not present.

"Have you guys heard from Tris?" I ask.

"No. I assume she isn't back yet?" Will responds.

I nod my head and make my way over to the couch. Zeke moves over and I sit down next to him.

"Don't worry dude." Zeke nudges me. "She's probably still talking to Caleb. As long as she makes it back in time for the show and plays her very best, we're fine."

"And if something happened?" I question.

"Then we'll get through it." Uriah comes over to us. "As a band. We're all in it together." He smiles and leans over the back of the couch, between Zeke's face and mine. He wraps his arms around our shoulder as a sign of comfort and I smile.

"And we're here too, Four." Christina adds. She makes her way over along with the others and lean over the couch just like Uriah.

"She'll be fine." I smile.

"Yes she will. And you guys will give another killer performance." Shauna includes.

"We better." Zeke yells causing us to laugh.

Tris' Point of View:

"This sucks." I tell Eric.

"Yeah. I guess it would."

I glare at him and groan.

"Ugh. Dauntless should be practicing right now." I sigh.

"Yeah. They should be. But they aren't."

"Yeah I figured. You know they could play without me right. Everything would be fine. Four can sing and play guitar and then Zeke and Uriah will just do their thing. And then they'll be disappointed when I don't show up but then I'll tell them what happened and they'll come after you. As far as I'm concerned, I just miss my performance. We can always tell the fans I was sick." I smile at Eric.

"Yeah yeah. I don't even care."

I raise an eyebrow at him, confused.

"I mean, I want to win but this was all Jeanine's idea. I was going to do something else but she thought that you not showing up was best. I figured exactly what you said would happen but she wouldn't hear it. We haven't even practiced because she's been planning this. We should be practicing and so should you. I was going to just ruin your performance another way or something."

"Wow. And I thought Jeanine was smart."

"Yeah, right?" He laughs. "But Caleb did help her. He was planning to do worse and hope to ruin your entire band. She thought that if we messed up somewhere it would lead back to us. She didn't want to be that risky."

"Wow. I didn't know he felt that way." I feel terrible.

"Yeah well, have you checked his social media stuff?"

"No. I haven't."

"Well here." He grabs my phone and I tell him my password, keeping note in my head to change it later.

He pulls up Instagram and searches Caleb's account in the search bar. I see a picture of me on his account. Eric clicks on it and I read all this information about myself and false accusations. He's making me seem like the bad guy, claiming I did terrible things at our old school causing us to move.

"You this is fake right?" I ask Eric.

"Yeah I also think your brother is awful. And you thought I was bad."

"Yeah." I whisper.

I continue reading and widen my eyes as Eric scrolls down to the rest of the post as he claims I'm a terrible sister.

My breathing starts to get heavier and tears start to fill my eyes.

Eric exits out of that post and goes to another one. My breath hitches as I see a photo of me at a party with beer cans and drunk people all around me. A beer is in my hand and some guy is behind me.

"What the hell?!" I yell. "I've never gone to a party like that."

"Then what are you-" He trails off and his mouth opens wide.

I glare at my phone then look away.

"Tris look closely." I do as he says and my mouth opens wide like his was.

"That's not me."

"That's not you."

Only half of their face is shown and the rest is covered with blonde hair. But I can tell by their height and figure that it's not me. And from what I see through the hair I can pick out details that aren't my own.

"I can't believe it."

"What, that he said you were at this party?"

"No. I mean yes but the idea that he was at this party. Or any party in general." I say astounded. "I think that's Susan. She was his old girlfriend. They had to spilt from the move. Why would he take that photo of her?"

Eric seems to think about this but gets a call.

"I'll be back, don't move."

I sigh and lean back. I look at my phone only a fraction of an inch away from me. I look back at Eric's shadow as he talks to someone around the corner. I look back toward my phone, peaking up every few seconds as I reach for it. I try to grab it with my hand but it's beside my thigh, too far for my hands to reach. I get an idea in my head and try moving my leg up against my chest. As soon as I do that, I bring my foot back for my hand to reach. I unzip my boot and slide my foot out of it. With my two fingers I pull my sock from my foot and bang it on the wall behind me. I silently groan but maneuver my foot so that my toe can tap the button on my phone. I slide it open and flick the bottom menu bar and turn down the volume. I then slide it back down and tap on the phone app and click on favorites. I tap "Four" and it starts to ring. I put it on speaker and then stare at Eric's shadow, watching for him to come back.

"Hello? Tris?"

"Four!" I silently exclaim, glad that he answered.

"Are you okay? What's going-"

I stop him and speak quickly before Eric comes back.

"I need help. Come behind the stage, quick."

"You mean like backstage?" He questions.

"No, I mean behind the stage, or underneath it or whatever."

"Oh, gotcha. I'm on my way."

He ends the call I hit the home button. I try hitting the power button but give up and just let it turn off itself. I try to put my sock on but give up with that too an throw it underneath me. Instead I focus on getting my boot on.

But Eric decides to end his call now.

I watch his shadow get bigger and then see him turn the corner. My foot makes its way in my shoe and zip it up before throwing my foot next to the other one. Just straight out.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing. I'm tied up remember."

Just not well. I almost laugh but keep a straight face instead.

He glares at me before sitting down again.

I roll my eyes and wait for Tobias to show up.

Four's Point of View:

I jump up from my seat on the couch and run to the spot where Tris is. I'm not sure what's going on, but I know that is she told me to be quick then that means get my ass over there.

I don't know why she wouldn't have told me that anyway.

I stop before I turn the corner just in case. I peek my head around to find her sitting with Eric?

What the hell is she doing with Eric. I turn the corner and walk towards Eric, obviously pissed.

But that doesn't even begin to cover the emotions running through my head. I thought I couldn't feel any angrier but I was wrong.

She's tied up too!

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Eric!" I yell at him.

"Just keeping your little Prissy Poo safe from her big bad brother Caleb." He replies.

She glares at him and kicks him in the leg. He glares right back at her and I run towards them. I punch Eric in the face and knock him back against the wall. I lean down towards Tris and start to untie her hands. While they start to loosen Tris sticks out her foot behind my head. I just catch a glimpse of Eric's fist coming towards the back of my head and watch as Tris' foot smacks the top of his arm, making him slam his hand into the ground. I untie the rest of the knot and pull her up. Eric grabs her leg bringing her back down and she slams into the concrete floor.

I grab Eric by the collar and slam him against the wall. Anger covers my vision and everything is blocked out. That is until I hear a sickening crack from behind me and another slam to the ground.

I release Eric and he slumps to the ground, hard and unconscious.

I turn around to see Peter and Drew fighting Tris.

But Tris isn't on her feet.

Instead, she is on the ground with her foot twisted in an awkward way. There is no way that isn't broken.

Drew is on the ground, unconscious next to her. Peter is just about to kick her temple when I grab his neck and slam him into a nearby pole, one holding up the stage. The pole shakes and and Peter's eyes widen.

"Tell me one reason why I shouldn't choke you." My voice is deadly cold.

No words form out of Peter's mouth. Just coughs and heavy breaths. I'm not choking him yet, just close.

I squeeze my grip just a little harder and he inhales and exhales short, quick, and repetitively breaths. I glare harder and knock his head back and release him.

He slides down the pole and his breathing gets deeper and slower. I watch as he starts to cough up blood.

"Next time, I'll finish."

I walk a few steps toward Tris and lift her up in my arms. I start to walk away, towards the dressing room, when I turn around slowly, carefully not to hurt Tris.

"And I won't regret it." My eyes glare deep into Peter's and he stares back frightened.

I smirk and continue my walk back.