Chapter 7
Tobias P.O.V
It's been a long boring day in the office, nothing eventful happened other then piles of paperwork that needed to be attended to. No meetings, no need to be on the phones, no emails need to be sent. Just paper filing and incident reports.
My phone goes off for the seventh time this morning. I don't have to look any more to see who it is. Somehow Marcus got a hold of my number and has been calling me all morning. I have nothing to say to that man, and that man has nothing I want to hear. The day that the treaty was made, both Evelyn and Johanna agreed that Marcus Eaton was to be exiled from the city. In more ways than one I was grateful for that decision. He was one person, no one would miss.
Another Buzz goes off, but this time it isn't my phone. It's the box speaker on my desk, alerting me that my secretary has a message for me. I push the button "Hey Diana, Whats up?"
"You have a phone call on line one Mr. Eaton." She says.
"Who is it?" I ask.
"He says, he is your father. That it's urgent."She says.
"Tell him, I'm in a meeting please." I say, releasing the button. Not surprising she buzzes again.
"He says it's urgent, that you would want to hear this." She says, almost annoyed.
"Yea, so he says. Tell him I am unavailable please. Thanks." I say. Once again the buzzer goes off.
"Is he still on the line?" I ask.
"He says, it's extremely urgent. It's about a woman named Tris." She says, and my heart sinks at the sound of that name.
"Thank you Diana, Ill take it." I release the button and pick up the receiver pushing the button for line one.
"This is Tobias Eaton." I say.
"Tobias, I need to see you. Its important." He says, the sound urgency in his voice.
"What is it Marcus? You have been exiled. You know you can't come into the city." Starting to wonder what this is all about.
"Please Tobias, meet me on the boarder. It's about Tris. Please." He says. The sound of the engine in the background.
"Where are you?" I ask.
"Heading towards the boarder , Ill be there in forty five minutes. Please meet me." He says and the line disconnects.
After minutes of pondering what to do about Marcus, I told Diana that I was taking the rest of the day off for a family emergency. Of course, she knows I really don't have a family to use that kind of excuse. But she didn't ask any questions regarding it.
I'm sitting in my truck, wondering what in the world I am doing here. What information could he have on, Tris? Tris, has been dead now for close to eight months now. What can he tell me that he couldn't have before? I feel like I'm wasting my time. If this is a trick... I will...
A car approaches the boarder, stopping right before the landmarks of what use to be out gates to the city. I take a deep breath getting out of my truck slowly. Even though it's not needed old habits die hard, and my gun is safely hidden behind my back.
We both stop leaving the boarder between both of us.
"What do you want Marcus?" I ask, placing my hands in my pockets of my slacks.
"What happened to Tris?" Is what he ask.
"What do you mean, what happened to Tris? Haven't you heard? She died, David shot her to death. Now what do you want?" I ask, getting frustrated at his game.
He looks like he has aged ten years since I last saw him. Taking in my words, he runs his hand through his hair. This was a habit of his that I inherited. He looks like he saw a ghost.
"Can we get on with it Marcus? What is this about?" I ask.
"Was she pregnant when she died?" He ask.
"I don't think that is any of your business, Marcus. Now for the last time... What do you want?" I ask him getting more frustrated. Why did I come here?
"I saw her last night Tobias, I was passing through the Bureau and she was sitting outside on a bench. So I have to ask you, are you sure Tris died?" He ask.
My heart seeks even lower. What is he trying to do to me? Her ashes are in my apartment, I saw her body. My mind goes to the image of her body laying on the table, a white cloth covering her body. She look like she was sleeping. This was the image that I long to erase out of my memories. The image that hunts me every day. It takes everything I have to keep my composure.
"I don't know what game you are playing here. But we are done." I say turning around. This was a waste of time.
"Tobias, she said she is twenty nine weeks pregnant. She says the father's name is Eric's. She said you attacked her and knocked her unconscious." He says raising his voice, trying to get my attention. I stop dead on feet. Turning around. Frozen by the words he spoken. It can't be.
"Eric, died back in Candor... I know. I executed him. I don't know what you are trying to get at.. but I would have never hurt Tris. Not like you hurt Evelyn and me." I say in my "Four" voice, pointing my figure at him like if he was a initiate and we were back in Dauntless.
"I know that, Tobias. I know you would never hurt her. I know, you are a better man then I was. Please listen... or if not listen go investigate. It wouldn't hurt you to look into it. Something weird is happening there." He says, putting his hands mid air. He looks defeated, like if he I surrendering. "I'll leave now, I just couldn't not tell you encase. Encase I have a grandchild out there, he or she deserves to have both you and Tris as parents. I know you would be a great father given the chance, not like your old man. " He says, looking even more defeated. Never thought I would live to see the day my father admitted to his own wrong doings. He turns to get back in his car.
"Why should I believe you?" I ask.
"Because I have nothing loose and or to gain from lying." He says, getting in his car.
I don't dare to look away until his car is out of site.
I replay the pass ten minutes again and again in my head. Was he playing me? It's like he knew what buttons to push... Or even what to say to get my attention.
Tris, isn't alive. I have her ashes. Her ashes are in a blue urn, the urn has four ravens on it. A baby? Twenty nine weeks he said, we only slept together one time. Right before... Impossible, twenty nine weeks is... little over seven months, no impossible. Eric? Eric is dead? He also said I hurt Tris... I attacked her and knocked her unconscious. That's more absurd, I would never. Sure Tris push buttons, I would get so mad at her, but I would never lay a hand in anger at her. I would rather cut my own arm off.
I remember a much heated argument that we had back in Candor, neither one of us wanted to give in to the other. I remember the blood that boiled in my vanes. "Sometimes, it isn't easy to be with you, Tris." I told her that, for both expression and to hurt her feelings the way she made me hurt. Sure I knew that was pushing it little too far, but that was the furthest I would ever go to hurt her. Even then I hated myself for saying it.
I finally turn walking back to my car. Running my hand through my hair, knowing where that habit came from. Wishing I could loose the habit now. He said that weird things were happening at the Bureau, could that be true.
Pulling out the phone in my pocket... there is only one person I can think of. I haven't spoken to him since Tris died. I tried to forgive him for Tris' sake. But every time I speak to him or look at him, it reminds me too much of Tris.
I scroll down on the names in my phone book and when I locate the name I push the call button.
The phone rings, but he never answers. Why would he? I decide to leave a message...
"Hey it's Tobias, I just had a interesting conversation... and need to talk to you about it. Please call me back."
Bang bang bang
I roll over to see the clock near my bed, it read 3:15 am. A growl escapes my mouth as I roll out of my bed.
Bang Bang Bang
Someone continued to knock on my door. I have a feeling if this continues they will wake the whole building.
"Yea, who is it?" I call out, pulling a shirt over my chest while making my way to the door.
"Tobias, please open up! Tobias, please help me!" I hear a familiar voice yelling for me, eager for my protection.
"Tris!" I say throwing the door open, but there is no one at the door. I look down the hallway and no one is there. But then I hear something coming from the floor. There front of my door is a baby carrier on the floor, inside is a little baby girl wrapped up in a pink blanket. I bend down, bewildered on what is happening. Who does this little one belong to? I make shushing sound trying to sooth the little one. What a beautiful baby! She has blond hair, and blue eyes. Then I see it, a folded paper tucked under her. I pull the paper out and unfold the sheet.
Tobias,
Take care of our girl! She needs her Daddy!
I love you both.
Kiss Abigail Marie Eaton for me!
Tris
The paper falls as I read it. The baby begins to cry loudly...
"Four, Four, Four! Wake up! I brought you dinner." I hear someone say. I open my eyes a panic expression on my face. What was that? Christina is hovering over me with a worried expression. I'm on my coach. I must have fallen asleep when I got home from my meeting with Marcus. My phone still in my hand. It felt so real, that baby looked so much like both of us. She was so beautiful. My heart breaks for the baby that would never be. I fight the tears that threaten to escape my eyes, and place a smile on my face for my Christina. Not wanting to concern her more then she already is for me.
After Tris died, Christina took it upon herself to look after me. Sure it sounds pathetic, I tried to argue with her, I'm a grown man. I don't need anyone to look after me. But she argued that she was Tris best friend and that it was the girl code to make sure I was ok. Loosing Will herself, she understood my depression state I was and still am in.
Tris use to say I had a "mask" to guard my feelings. A lifeless, fearless, authority mask that I wore. She would call it my "Four mask." When I first arrived in Dauntless, my "Four mask" was a usual thing to wear. No one really knew the real me, other then my closes friends. But after Tris jumped into the net, the "Four mask" was used in emotional situation and or training the initiates. Never needing it 24-7 like it was once used before her. Would she be upset that the mask as returned? That I fake a smile, or fake my emotions everyday, leaving the "Four mask" permanently on my face. Where in reality I am falling apart inside.
I'm so sorry Tris, if I am disappointing you. I love you so much! Miss you every day! I think to myself, and just like that the "Four mask" is back on.
Sorry for the long chapter just couldn't stop... :) hope you all enjoyed it!