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A twisted return

Chapter 65

Tris P.O.V

I have spent the day getting pampered, and surprisingly I enjoyed it. I started the day in a comforting hot bubble scented bath. Followed by a deep tissue massage. When Christina decided I was all clean, rubbed, and relaxed, she orders me to take a seat in a leather chair that sits in front of a mirror. By looking at the chair, and the contents that surround it, I already know the next few hours will be brutal. Sad to say I was right. But like a champ I keep steal, with my eyes close tight. I feel my hair yanked almost out of my scalp. Damn that hurt! Along with the stiffness of the hair spray and other products to keep every strand of hair in it'd place. Thankful when Christina allows me a break between hair and makeup.

Makeup. I don't know what it worst. The hair or the makeup. I feel my face stiffen and harden as I "bake," she calls it. What the hell does that mean? Will there be a timer to this too? I open my eyes when she tells me to, and turn my head when I am directed to as well.

I hear so much commotion coming from the out side of the tent, my nerves are getting the best of me. I promise Christina I wouldn't peek. She wanted Tobias and I to be surprised when we walk down the isle. But curiosity is getting the best of me. I also start to wonder if Tobias is close yet. All Christina ever asked us was our favorite color scheme. Blue of course.

I hear the curtains open, but I am not allowed to move to see who came in.

"The boys just got here. They are in the next tent changing now." Shauna says. I take a deep breath. This is really happening.

"Great." Christina says I can hear the smile on her face. "I am almost done here. We are on schedule. Tell the boys twenty minutes." Than I hear the curtain pull back again, I imagine Shauna just left again.

"Alright, Tris look up." Christina says I do as she ask again. I feel her gently touch my skin with the brush, doing her final touch up. "Ok, jewelry time." I attached pearl earrings, a heart shape pearl necklace, as she attach a hair piece in my Abnegation bun.

Tobias and I asked for a few things, we wanted it to be in the court yard square of Abnegation. We agreed it felt right, to have our wedding where we both were born. Although factions do not exist any more. Tobias and I agreed that it is important to always remember where we come from. We were both born and raised in Abnegation, trained and choose to be Dauntless, but both are now free. Our wedding is to surrounded by both traditions of our factions.

-I wear a white gown, Dauntless tradition.

-But I have my vial light gray, Abnegation tradition.

-Our rings are plan white gold, Abnegation.

-We decided to write our own vows for the ceremony, Dauntless.

-Washing of each other's feet, Abnegation.

-Caleb will be giving me away, Abnegation.

-First dance as husband and wife, Dauntless

-Shoving cake in my spouses' face, Dauntless.

-Party til we drop, Dauntless

I start to hear more commotion outside the tent, and voices coming from outside. The voices telling me our guests are starting to arrive. The nerves in my system are jumping every where and I take another breath to sooth me.

"Ok, all set. Let's get your dress on." Christina says. I nod, not trusting my voice. I step into the hole of the dress, and Christina slowly raises the dress over my body. I feel like the dress is about to swallow me whole, the fabric clings just right to my little curves I have. Thanks to the pregnancy I had with Abigail.

"Ok, let me get the guys in their place. Make sure all is set. Then we will start. Just try to relax be right back." Christina says I notice she already changed into her dark blue strapless gown. Her hair left wavy and down. She looks amazing. I continue to focus on my breath when she is out of sight. In and out, in and out. Just focus on getting through this, you can deal with this. Than we will have a life time of happiness.

I hear someone come in through the tent, but before I can turn around I feel a sting of sharp pain hit my head. My hand automatically reaches to the spot where I feel the sting, I feel something stickly, warm, and wet. When I look at my hand, thats when I notice... Blood. I try to focus to stay awake, but the darkness threatens to take me. I fall face down, darkness taking the edges of my vision. I know I don't have long before I pass out. I feel hands grib my arms, lifting my body from the ground. Than the darkness takes over.

Tobias P.O.V

I stand where Christina tells me too, once I have helped ushered our guests to their seats and mingled alittle. Zeke stands next to me, smiling widely patting his shirt pocket. He silently tells me, he has my rings.

It felt right, asking him to be my best man. Of course, he is my best friend. Why wouldn't I ask him to do the logical thing? There is no one else I rather have by my side than him, God knows he put up with enough of my crap. Especially the past year when we thought Tris was dead. He earned this spot next to me. The amount of love and support he showed me.. I know I wouldn't have made it without him and Christina by my side.

The sun is setting giving the sky different shades of pink, blue, and purple. What a gorgouse setting? I look up and see all the smiles and love coming from our friends and family. Some new, some old, some even traveled from the Burear to come out and support us. Some are right, this is like a fairy tale. Tris died, but somehow she made it back to me. Of course there was a bonus, she made it back to me, with my daughter. A beautful, helthy baby girl. Things could have gone wrong so many times. Tris didn't and still doesn't remember us. But instead of pushing me away, we fought harder to build on what we had, and to learn to love each other for who we really in the end only made us stronger. I know longer worry about her regaining her memories, if she does it will be a bonus to what we have now.

The paster walks up and I shake his hand and greet him, Zeke than follows persuit and shakes his hand as well. I know now, it won't be long. I start to hear the paino starting to be played letting guests know to start taking their seats, we will be starting shortly. When the song ends, I hear the wedding marching song begin and I anticiapte seeing my bride walk towards me. Shauna makes her way down the isle, then Hana carring our little Princess, carring a sign that says "here comes the bride." I smile at Abigail, she really does look like a little princess in her little flully white gown. Than I wait ten seconds... no one walks down after Hana and Abigail. Thats weird, I know Christina is up next. Followed by Tris. I wait, and wait, it feels like forever. Finally I see Christina rushing down the isle. I feel anything but relief. The expression on Christina's face, something between worry and surprise all over her face. She carried a white sheet of paper that is folded. When she reaches me, she hands the paper to me and I unfold the sheet.

Tobias,

I am so sorry, but I realize I can not do this any longer. I am not ready to be a wife and a mother. Please do not look for me! I need space.

Tris

I crumble the paper up, all the nerves in my body is shaking from the shock. What is this? Tris left me? Than I look up and see our daughter in Hana's arms. Abigail is still here! I instantly know something is wrong. Tris would never leave her child behind, she would never abandon her baby. I un crumble the paper and look at it again closer than before.

"Tobias, I am so sorry. She was nervous but..." Christina says unable to finish her sentence.

"She didn't leave Christina, not on her own free will." I say looking up. Is she serious? How can she ever think such a thing about, Tris?

"Do you really think, Tris would leave her child behind. No she would take Abigail with her. Not to mention, she hated Evelyn for doing this exact thing to me. Why would she turn around and do the same thing to her won should?" I point out. Looking at every detail of the letter, than I see it. The G's, and S's are different, this isn't her hand writing. I look up at Christina.

"This isn't her hand writing." I say running into what should have been her tent, looking for any signs of struggle or clues. Than I spot it, spots of blood on the floor. I bend down, sure enough the blood is still wet. She is hurt, who ever took her, hurt Tris. Anger boils with in my blood, making me feel dizzy. I failed her again, I was twenty maybe thirty feet away and someone still got her. I didn't protect her again. Sobs threaten to escape me, but I hold them at bay. I can't afford to loose it. Tris, can't afford it. Her life depends on it. I will find them, I will kill them. And if something happens to her, I will make their death a slow and painful one. I promise that.