Chapter 40

Tobias P.O.V

My nerves become more and more undone the closer we get to the Marcus' house. I want to show her, I want her to know who I am, and I want her to see me for me. We walk in a comfortable silence, leaving her to her own thoughts for now. I know she had a much different up bringing then I mother was always so kind the few times I met her, even her father seemed like such a loving father.

Nothing like what I experience behind the doors of my house. It's not long walk to the house, we lived so close to each other... It's amazes me that we never really met until both got to Dauntless. Just down three houses. I hesitate at the steps of my childhood house, having to remind myself, it's just a house now, no longer does my monster of a father reside here. Will she pitty me? Will she fear me? Will she fear that I will hurt Abigail or her? My heart drops into my stomach at the thought of ever scaring Tris. But this needs to be done.

I carry the front half of the stroller like before, up the three stairs. While Tris holds the back of the stroller. When we enter the house, I can see confusion on Tris' face. She doesn't understand yet, why we are here.

I take a glance around the room, everything left like it was. Things in their place, nothing ever been moved around. It's almost a eerier feeling, coming into this house. The fear that Marcus might come in the doors with his belt threatens to take me over. I look at Tris ready to start explaining why we are here.

"This is Marcus Eaton's home." Tris says before I can begin. I nod in return giving myself a moment before I begin.

"Marcus Eaton, the leader of Abnegation." I say pointing at the memorial plaque on the wall. She reads it out loud.

Here Resided Marcus and Evelyn Eaton

They resided with their son

Tobias Eaton- transferred to Dauntless

Marcus had one failed marriage to Evelyn, she defaulted to factionless in her escape. Their son Tobias stayed with in the home until his Choosing day. A family that appeared to have it all, but in the end will not be missed.

"I don't understand, Four." Tris says. I take notice to the nick name on her lips as she says it. A name that doesn't belong on her lips at all. Another name belongs there, a name that would have always been there even if we had stayed in Abnegation.

"Please don't call me Four, call me..." I say. I see the wheels in her head moving has she puts two and two together.

"Tobias." We say together, there much more like it.

"I was named after my grandfather... Tobias Marcus Eaton. My father Marcus, the Abnegation leader, the Saint everyone saw him as. But at home he was known to be something much worst." I say walking around glancing at the personal effects that lied around. Nothing special that catches my eyes, nothing like it did to her back in her house any ways.

I lead her around the house, telling her about my child hood. I try to keep in mind, I'm trying not to scare her. Softly I pointed out the closet on the foot of the stairs, explaining that the closet in our house didn't hold out winter coats like she once pointed out.

"Marcus would lock me up for days.. until he felt I was worthy enough to return back to my cleaning, and cooking." I say looking at the floor.

I haven't looked into her eyes, half of me feel ashamed for this part of my life. When we get to the kitchen, I notice what filled our plates was oatmeal, and Tea in our mugs.

I turn and unstrap Abigail, deciding to carry her upstairs in my arms. I instantly notice the difference when caring her, the strength and calm that she lends me. I wonder why I didn't automatically carry her like this before. I feel Tris following behind me as we head up the stairs. The first door on the right is my room. I open the door slowly, the door still makes the same creak it did back then. I sat what used to be my bed, holding our daughter securely. Tris seating next to me watching me.

"This room, was my prison cell, when Marcus would get mad at me, or come home mad regardless I would be sent here. I would wait for what felt like hours, until he was ready to deliver his punishments. I would remove my shirt, and he would remove his belt to use it on me. Once he tired of the belt, he would then he would move to punching and kicking until I blacked out."Tris is silent while I tell her the horrifying stories that I endured as a child.

"That statue on the dress," I say pointing at the object. "Was my last means of rebellious, my mom got it for me before she "left us." Marcus never knew about it, and if he had he would have smashed it to nothing. So the morning of my Choosing day I slammed it on the dresser and walked out." I say staring at the object.

"Mmmm.. rebellious something to look forward to I guess with her." She say placing a finger on Abigail's sleeping cheek.

"Looks who is talking... we are going to have our work cut out for us for sure." I tease back to her.

"Tris, I need you to know that I am not Marcus. I mean yes I always feared that I would turn into him but I can never hurt you or Abigail. I would rather cut my arms off or die before even thinking about laying one finger on you both in anger." I need her to know, I needed her to understand that with me she is safe. There is nothing to fear from me ever.

"I know. Tobias. I may not remember our past together. But I know you would never hurt us." She says assuring me. She reaches out for me cradling my cheek with her hand, I can't help it, I lean into her touch cherishing the warmth where her hand lies.

"Say it again, please." I ask.

"Say what?" She says her eye brows pulling together.

"My name." I say.

"Tobias." She says softly, I swear nothing is sweeter then my name on her lips.

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