Tris POV
"What do you mean, he's gone!?" I screamed.
The nurse came running in. "Marlene, Christine, Bianca! You know you're not supposed to alarm her! Everybody out!" the nurse gave me a shot, turned on the TV in my room, and left. what I saw only made me more upset.
"Dangerous kidnapper has gone loose in Chicago. He was last seen last week in uptown Chicago, and early this morning, young Tobias Eaton went missing. To you, Phyllis."
"Well, thank you Brian. We're here, interviewing young Tobias's father, the principal of this school. Marcus, what do you have to say about this?"
"Well, Phyllis, Tobias was the best son any father could wish for. I certainly hope he's all right, and the school has lost a good student, and great friend." A tear rolled down Marcus's cheek.
I growled. Marcus abused Tobias! How could he speak so highly of one whom he hated?
"Well, there you have it, Chicago." Phyllis said dramatically. "A dangerous criminal on the loose and a heartbroken father. Please don't go away, for after this, we interview Tobias's girlfriend a month an a half after an attempted suicide after the break."
I groaned - for one reason, now my parents knew what I did, and for the other reason, I didn't want to be interviewed on my boyfriend's disappearance!
The news reporters filed into my room, followed by an annoyed nurse. "Seven minutes." The nurse ordered. "If you're not out in seven minutes you'll wish you were."
The reporter turned to the camera. "Welcome back, Chicago. I am back here with Beatrice - "
"Tris." I corrected.
"Tris Prior, niece of the founder of "Prior Dance Academy" and sister to the leading Erudite student, Jeanine. Tris, how long have you known Tobias?"
"I've known him for about two years." I said. On the day I tried to die, it was my birthday. A whole year of abuse from Peter.
A whole year.
"Tris, you seem sort of uptight. Is your boyfriend's disappearance very hurtful to you?"
"Yes it is!" I was screaming now. "And I want you to get the - beep - out of m private space immediately!" The hart monitor went way up, and the use came charging in. "EVERYBODY OUT." She ordered. They all left, and m breathing went back to normal. The nurse turned to me. "Someone is here to see you."
She went out, and Peter came in.
"What the heck are you doing here!?" I asked him harshly.
"Why, Tris I'm here to make you happy." He sat on my bed. "Don't you want to be happy?"
I growled at him, but machinery kept me in place. "Where's your button, Tris." Peter purred but I wasn't about to get caught under his spell again. "Come on. You can trust me."
"I couldn't trust you when you jumped me by the Chasm and threw me in!" I protested. "How can I trust you now?"
"Tris, I'm sorry." Peter said - and he did sound truly sorry. "But you can tell me anything."
I whispered something, and he grinned. "See? You can trust me."
But I couldn't.