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Beatrice Prior, Thursday, December 31st, Zeke and Shauna's apartment, 6:24 pm
"I didn't know you bought vegetables," I exclaim.
"Very funny, and by the way, I don't Shauna bought them." Zeke mumbles.
He gives me a sarcastic and playful eye roll as he goes off to set up the drinks. As it's new years eve, Zeke and Shauna decided to throw a new years party at their new apartment, of course, that meant that Chris, Lynn, Will, Uri, Mar, Tobias, Al and I are stuck helping.
I place the plate of cut-up vegetables and dip on a table and observe the apartment. The walls are a shade of light grey and a window makes up much of one of them, giving a great view of Chicago.
The flatscreen mounts on one of the walls as the L shaped sofa faces it. A coffee table is placed in between the two. The kitchen connects to the room and several bottles of alcohol are placed on the counter.
Although the room looks mostly empty right now, this won't be the case later tonight, judging by the number of snacks and drinks, there will be at least sixty if not more people.
"Hey," Tobias says as he attaches balloons that are shaped like the numbers 2 0 2 0 on the wall.
"Hey yourself," I counter, wrapping my arms around him. I exhale and breathe in his scent. I feel his arms snake around my waist as he brings me closer.
"Tris, what do you think you're doing wasting time?" Christina scolds as she enters the room," We only have three hours until this party starts, c'mon!"
Beatrice Prior, The same day, Christina and Will's apartment, 7:31 pm
Beauty is pain, I just didn't expect it to hurt this much.
I whine as Christina uses her tweezers to pluck another bit of my eyebrow, she rolls her eyes as I pout.
"Shut up, Tris, you're lucky, your eyebrows are naturally shaped, now stop complaining and go get your nails painted," Chris instructs as Shauna waves me over to paint my nails.
We got to Chris and Will's place an hour ago and Christina went into her before party frenzy. She shoved me into the bathroom so I could take a shower and then stripped my legs bare.
After that, she spent a good ten minutes on my face before sending me to Shauna and starting on Marlene. Shauna sits in sweatpants and a tank top for now as she applies a coat of navy blue nail polish.
After she's done I do her nails in a dark green polish. Christina tells me not to mess up my makeup before scurrying to the bathroom to have a shower. I take a seat next to Marlene and Shauna on the sofa.
"So, do you guys have a resolution?" Marlene questions as she cautiously takes a bit of a cracker, careful not to ruin Christina's hard work.
"Um," Shauna hesitates as she thinks, "Probably to get rid of some of the stuff in mine and Zeke's storage unit, I mean, we need some of the stuff, but someone really needs to explain why I have a dozen pillowcases with Zeke's face on them."
Marlene, Shauna and I chuckle as Christina comes into the living rooms, we all change out of our sweatpants and into our dresses, unfortunately, my attempt of wearing jeans didn't go unnoticed and Christina had me changed into my dress.
My mid-thigh, navy blue V neck over the shoulder dress matches my nails as do my shoes. Christina tousles my hair up slightly to give me messy waves that cascade over my shoulders.
Once we're all ready, we call Zeke who'll drive us, saving us the hassle of finding a place to park the car. He arrives and spends at least five minutes staring in awe at Shauna before Marlene rolls her eyes and makes him move.
We arrive at the apartment and the parked cars already occupy the street. Zeke parks in his spot and we make our way to the apartment. The sound of music can be heard and soon becomes deafening as we approach the apartment.
Like expected there are around sixty people crammed in here. Shauna goes with Zeke to go play a round of darts, and Marlene and Chris split ways to go find their boyfriends.
I make my way to the music station and turn down the volume slightly so I'm able to hear again. I look around the room. I can't say I recognise many of the people here with the exception of a few colleagues.
I spot Amar and Tori and make my way towards them, as I come closer I can see two other men, who I assume are Tori and Amar's partners.
"Tris, you look wonderful," Amar says, greeting me with a nod, "This is my partner George and that's Tori's husband, Bud." He introduces. I shake hands with both of them as we fall into a nice conversation.
I catch a flash of brunet hair out of the corner of my eye, Tori smirks as she nudges me, "Go save your guy, Nita's been constantly following him all night, I think he might flip if you don't get there soon."
I smile as I walk over to where I saw Nita. Tobias pours a drink, his body somewhat tense as Nita stands next to him talking. From his expression, you can tell he really doesn't care for what she's saying.
"Hey," I greet, Tobias looks over at me, I watch his jaw drop as Nita continues her chatter while picking at her nails, unaware of my presence.
Abandoning his glass, he takes the few steps towards me, his eyes look up and down me in a way that conveys his love and adoration, "You look beautiful," He mumbles as his lips meet mine.
I smile as I wrap my arms around his neck, gently pulling him towards me. Nita seems to be aware of me as she clears her throat. We reluctantly break apart as I look at her. She puts on a sweet smile.
"It was nice talking to you, Four," Nita purrs, "It's nice to see you, Trish." She mumbles, purposely saying my name wrong. It's either that or she has a terrible memory.
She walks off, finally leaving me and Tobias alone, our hands intertwine and we make our way towards our friends who are playing a game of darts. We play in teams with me and Tobias versus Shauna and Zeke.
Half an hour later, Zeke walks off pouting, complaining about losing. It's around eleven twenty, so we decide it's about time to kick everyone but our group out. Everyone that isn't Tobias, Al, Marlene, Fernando, Uri, Shauna, Christina, Will, Lynn, her girlfriend, Zeke and I unwillingly get out.
Zeke orders some pizza while the rest of us clean up a bit. We sit down on the sofa and casually talk. At some point, Mar decides that we should all play 'most likely to,' a game where someone says a statement and we point to the person who is most likely to do the statement.
"Most likely to win a world record for something," Shauna says, starting off the game. Most people point to Uriah as he pipes up and begins telling us all the story of how he actually won the world record for the highest jump on a pogo stick.
"Most likely to work for NASA" Uriah mumbles. Fingers are pointed at Will as he shrugs with a smile on his face.
We continue playing this game until there are only five minutes until midnight. We all move out to the balcony so we can see the firework display that'll begin at midnight. A cold gust brushes past me as I shiver slightly.
"C'mere," Tobias urges as I move closer to him. He holds me close to him, while his arms wrap around my torso, I can feel heat radiating through him as I relish the feeling. The countdown begins as we all begin chanting down from five.
"Five"
"Four"
"Three"
"Two"
"One!"
Before I can say anything, Tobias' lips are on mine. The sensation is phenomenal, and I don't think there's a word that can describe what I'm feeling. Warmth radiates from my lips and spreads through my body. We pull away breathless.
"Happy new years, Tris."
Beatrice Prior, Friday, January 1st, Outside Tobias' apartment, 7:12 am
"Ready?"
I nod, as I shove my feet into my shoes. Tobias smiles as he begins a slow jog.
After last night, Tobias got home around one, we managed to get a good few hours of sleep and woke up with enough time to go on a quick jog before we go see mum, dad, Caleb and Susan.
The sound of my feet hitting the pavement is the only noise I can hear. Tobias increases his pace and I easily keep up. Running has always been an escape for me, it helps me clear my mind.
It's like I'm in my own world, when I run, my worries somehow disappear, It makes me feel in control. I would go for runs when i was younger, looking back, i think thats one of the reasons I joined the CPD.
To gain a sense of control.
To make sure no one has to go through what I had to. The world is full of bad people, and the world suffers a lot. But it's not because of the violence of bad people, but because of the silence of the good.
Half an hour later, Tobias and I return home, sweaty and tired. I go shower before quickly changing into some jeans and a new blouse. The scent of coffee awakens my scenes and quickly pour myself a cup.
The drive to mum and dad's house is filled with laughter and music. Times like these make me realise how far I've come, I'm thankful for everything that's led me to Tobias and to those who make me happy.
I ring the doorbell when we arrive at mum and dads, Tobias traces the lines on my palm as we wait for them to open the door. The sound of someone talking inside alerts me as the door opens.
"About time, Trissy," Christina mumbles as a smile appears on her face.
"What are you doing here, Chris?" I ask curiously.
"You know I am allowed to see my mum," She jokes. I roll my eyes playfully as I embrace her. Chris' parent's decided to go overseas for the holiday season, and she's grown close to mum, I guess mum is like a second mother to Christina.
I walk inside, as Caleb shoots me a smile. Susan nods her head towards me, acknowledging my presence. I quickly embrace both my parents before sitting down by Tobias, Will, Caleb and Chris.
"She's confirming the date for the wedding," Caleb tells me, gesturing to Mum who is on the phone with someone.
I nod. Ever since Christmas, mum and dad have been looking for dates to have the wedding on, they've decided on a small one that should take place soon, as soon as possible. The guest list consists of our personal friends and family.
"January twentieth." Mum exclaims.
Dad smiles, as he confirms,"We're getting married on January twentieth."
Beatrice Prior, Sunday, January 3rd, The dress shop, 11:46 am
Two and a half weeks, seventeen days, four hundred and eight hours, twenty four thousand four hundred minutes or fourteen million, six hundred and eighty eight thousand seconds until the wedding.
Chris, mum, Tori, Hana, Mar, Shauna, Lynn and I browse the shop for bridesmaid dresses. Mum has already got her dress and decided it would be a good time for the rest of us to get our dresses too.
Christina was so excited that she opted to help mum with all the preparations. So far, the venue has been chosen; the backyard. Chris assured mum that with a few decorations, the backyard would look magical.
"Tris? You just zoned out on me, Is everything okay, sweetheart?" Hana questions, as she gently rubs my shoulder.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine, I was just thinking," I explain.
She nods, accepting my explanation and then goes off to browse for more dresses. Chris comes over towards me, taking my hand and eagerly pulls me towards the changing room with a dress to try on.
I open the changing room door after I slipped the dress on, I watch as Christina's eyes sparkle.
"Perfect."
Beatrice Prior, Monday, January 4th, The bedroom, 9:46 pm
The thick duvet envelopes me in a cocoon of warmth as I sink into the soft mattress. January the fourth has had the least amount of crimes in the last five years according to Max and Amar.
The small lamp on the bed side table illuminates the room, sighing, I sit up and abandon the warmth of the blankets. I walk to the far side by the wardrobe. My eyes meet my reflection as I peer in the mirror.
My hair has grown slightly longer than it was a few days ago, and is now tousled around, in a way that screams bed hair. My lips are a shade of light red, but that's because of the cold, it's the shade my lips always are in the winter.
I'm skinny, but not in a good way. My ribcage can be seen, but my situation has improved ever since I moved in with Tobias.
My dull grey blue eyes stare back at me. I'm not pretty. I don't even know the meaning of that word. To one person, pretty could mean someone attractive, to others it could mean something else.
I've been called pretty before.
Pretty even when clothes slipped off me because my thin, starved frame couldn't fit the garment.
Pretty when I had to cover up all the bruises that David had inflicted on me with layers of makeup.
Pretty when I couldn't take anymore and collapsed in a fit of sobs that inflamed my eyes and marked the skin underneath them with red rims.
Pretty means nothing to me anymore, it's just another word that people give meaning to. I'm not pretty, but I'm a good person. I'm not flawless but I'm honest. I'm not perfect, but I'm me, and thanks good enough.
2020 sounds like a good year.
A/N I hope you guys liked that chapter. Thank you to those of you who reviewed. I really appreciate that.
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