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Tobias POV

Chapter 18

Finalizing the placement of the furnisher I stand back and smile at my accomplishment. Most people would need at least two days to unpack their belongings when moving into a new house, but for me, it was only one.

I moved in yesterday with nothing but my clothes, work stuff and my mother's sculpture. Somehow, in the twenty-four hours between yesterday and today, I managed to go to the furniture shop and pick out a bed, sofa, dining table and chairs, desk and seat as well as a few lamps.

After the furniture shop, I headed off to the electronics store and get a TV and then off to the next store for dishes and the most important thing, a coffee machine.

I walk into the bedroom and take a seat on the bed, having my own space is something I always appreciate. Seeing as it's a Friday night, usually, I would be going out for a run, or even reading, but not today.

Zeke, being the guy he is, decided to take advantage of the fact I now have my own apartment and suggested I have a party, by suggested I mean practically decided for me, but then again, he's basically my brother.

Getting back up, I walk to the living room, the soft yellow light makes the room feel warm and the two sofas I just bought complement the space well.

When I was younger and more dependent on Marcu, he'd use me to do his chores such as making dinner. That's the one useful skill I've learnt from him, that's why tonight I decided to cook for the gang when they come over.

I received a text from Zeke saying everyone will be over in the next thirty minutes. I take that as my cue to begin cooking. I decide on spaghetti; it shouldn't take long and it'll feed them all with plenty of leftovers for the Pedras.

As Zeke said, the gang shows up thirty minutes later, all carrying some sort of gift with them for me. Unwilling to listen to my protest telling then they didn't need to, they all bought housewarming gifts.

"You cooked?" Uriah asks, his eyes almost popping out of his head.

I roll my eyes, with a small smile playing on my lips. We all grab a plate of spaghetti and begin eating.

"His name was Peter," Tris starts, "When my parent's died, he was there for me, as a friend then. He held my books, walked me to every class, then he asked me out, and of course, I said yes."
I hear the dread in her voice, and already I know this story won't be good. I sit back on the sofa and sip my mug of coffee. After everyone left, tris helped me clean up and stayed behind.

"He was so sweet," I place down my mug of coffee, a sour taste fills my mouth when she said 'was'," He took me out, treated me like a queen, he helped me recover after my parent's death."

"I thought it'd always be like that," she whispers, " It was once after my class when Caleb and I stayed at Tori. He wanted me to come to this thing with him, but Tori and Bud, my uncle, had made dinner reservations for us as a family."

"When I told him I couldn't come, he was really upset, he told me I was seeing other guys. After that, he became a little, well, rough."

I suddenly see red and wish for nothing more to kill this Peter guy.

"He would hit me," Tris mumbles as she looks away almost ashamed, "call me names, and sometimes eve-"

"Even what?" I ask more harshly than intended.

I watch her shrink down slightly and want nothing more than to hold her tightly and tell her I'm sorry and that everything will be okay.

So I do just that.

She tenses slightly but then relaxes as she begins telling me that he would sometimes, as she put it, 'use knives'.

I watch as she begins mooving and moves out of my embrace, for a second I believe I did something wrong, but she just pulls up her shirt slightly turning around, showing me her back.

I suck in a breath, seeing the words 'Pathetic,' that were once carved into her back, they only leave a faint scar now, but are still noticeable.

I feel bile rise from my throat, remembering the words I once called her, Pathetic, I was so angry I couldn't think. If I could go back, I'd never have said that, heck, I'd never of even said the word. This is all my fault

"Four," Tris' voice startles me, as she sits down next to me and places a soft hand on my cheek, "I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong, it's not your fault, you didn't know about it."

"But-" She cuts me off and suddenly her lips are on mine, they're so soft, I could spend the rest of my days kissing her, I let out a grunt of appreciation and feel her smile. All too soon she pulls back and looks at me.

"Four," She starts, but I cut her off.

"Tobias," I state as she repeats my name.

"Tobias," She mumbles, "it suits you, why don't you just go by it?"

I sigh, this is the part when I tell her about Marcus.

"My father was never a good man, he abused both my mother and me, she died at his hand when I was younger, and then he threw all her stuff out. He still abused me, even when I was stronger, up until yesterday I didn't even have my own place to get away from him."

I watch as she fumes and stands up, "The nerve of that man! let's hope karma gets him back before I do."

Tris ended up staying at my place last night, even though she could easily get home, she could also easily have gone over and murders Marcus in his sleep as she threatened to, it'd not like I don't want her to, it's just not worth it.

I feel a finger trace the tattoos on my back, making me feel almost soft. I turn around and face Tris, her hair is spread across the pillow. Her eyes are still closed and small sleepy murmurs come out of her mouth.

"Good morning," I whisper as Tris hides her face under the blanket and moves closer to me, mumbling something about 'how it's too early'.

After a few minutes, I see her head peak out, I give her a smile that comes without thinking and she gives me one as well, looking refreshed.

We get out of bed as I walk into the kitchen and bring out some cereal. I pour in a good amount and then add a splash of milk, Tris follows as she makes her own bowl of cereal and eats it.

I can't help but wonder what this means for me and her now. A million thoughts go through my mind, are we together? Why did she open up to me? Does she like me? If she didn't why did she kiss me? Did she regret it?

I finally pull myself out of my thoughts when I hear the quiet sound of giggling, I look at Tris who seems to be the one that pulled me out of my thoughts, I look at her, partially confused as she begins offering me an explanation.

"You looked deep in thought and then you started whispering to yourself, it's cute," She giggled.

My cheeks go red, please tell me she didn't hear me. I go to ask her something, anything to distract her from what I was thinking- saying or was it whispering?

"I like you Four," She mumbles answering one of many questions, "I opened up to you because I trust you, and I don't regret a thing."

I feel my throat go dry as I try to process what she said, I smile before finding the courage to ask her.

"Tris, will you go out with me?"

"Tonight?" She asks as I nod

She smiles slightly before nodding, 'It's a date."

I look in the mirror for the second time today, I'm wearing a button-down dark blue shirt and black jeans. I walk over to the door and grab my keys and wallet before walking to the car park to get the car.

I make my way to my first destination; the flower shop. I decide on a bouquet of roses, white ones. I make the quick purchase before driving to Tris' house.

I make it there with five minutes to spare, I wait for another three before I can't wait any longer and make my way to the door. I ring the bell as it opens after a moment.

I feel my grip on the roses falter as my mouth hangs open and suddenly, I'm speechless.

A/N Sorry for not updating for a while, I hope you guys like this chapter, I'm going to write the next one soon, so if you have any ideas please tell me by reviewing or Pm me. Until next time,

-Divergent31