CHAPTER 10 - TOBIAS
I hurt Tris. I hurt her. Those words don't sound right to me.
Marcus is upstairs in his bedroom with the door closed, so I have a few minutes to escape. The desire burns in my chest: to have escape now or never.
I grab my backpack from where I left it last night dumped in the living room and shove a week's worth of clean clothes in it, leaving behind my school books. That doesn't matter now. I grab the blue quilt and pillow off my bed and make for the door. I stop in mid-step.
A picture of Beatrice and I hugging each other at Navy Pier on the fourth of July sits framed on my desk. It was dark when the polite woman took the photo of us. She said the Ferris Wheel would look good in the background, so that's where the picture was taken. My arms are looped around Beatrice, her head resting on my chest, and we're so happy.
The city lights reflected in Tris' eyes, making them burn with beautiful fire.
I grab the picture off my desk, as well as a few college applications that I can work on.
I walk out the front door without looking back once.