Chapter #9:Secrets
Tris POV
When I wake up I feel a body next to me with their arms wrapped around me. Huh. I roll over and I am inches to Christina's sleeping face. I let out a loud scream.
"Ahhhhh" I scream waking Christina up. Christina pulls her arms away but still looks half asleep. Oh yeah she spent the night! Now I remember. Christina blushes once she realizeses that the reason I scream was because her hands were around me and her face was 2 inched away from him
"Sorry, I normally sleep with Will and we spoon a lot" She says a starts to giggle, soon we are both in full blown laughter, holding are sides. We both hear the door burst open.
"Are you okay" Four says looking worried, then he starts to look confused when he sees me and Chris in bed laughing.
"Yeah I woke up and Christina was spooning me" I say while still giggling in between words. He starts to chuckled
"Nice outfit" Christina says to Four; he's wearing Calvin Klein underwear and a black v-neck tee. He looks hot.
"I thought Tris was dying okay, give me some slack" He puts is hands up in defence then walks out the door laughing.
"We both don't have work today, what do you wanna do?" I ask looking through my closet.
"I don't know, maybe we could go to the mall and get you that journal we talked about?" She asks, looking at my closet too.
"Yeah sure" We both pick out our outfits and we head out the door. I'm wearing light blue jeans shorts with a beige long sleeve shirt with a statement neckless. Christina is wearing a light pink baby doll dress that ends mid thigh's. We look good.
When we get to the mall we go straight to the bookstore because I know they will have journals there. I look around the store until I finally find the notebooks/journal sections, looking through the different types until I finally find one that I like; it's all black with a gold quote that says 'The Best Is Yet To Come'. I head to checkout.
Christina and I walk out of the bookstore and head to get some food and shop some more. We spend the rest of the afternoon at the mall until we both decide that we had enough and go home.
Christina drops me off on her way home and I drop my bags on my bed and change into grey sweatpants and a black tank top. I walk into the kitchen/living room and sit on the couch. I been craving Greys Anatomy lately but I can't find the remote.
"FOUR HAVE YOU SEEN THE TV REMOTE?" I yell from the couch, i'm 90% sure that he's in his bedroom. I'm confused to why I didn't get a responds. I walk over to his bedroom door and knock. When I don't hear a answer I gently turn the door knob and push open a little at a time. Once the door is fully open I see Four standing with his back facing me, he's looking for clothes in his dresser, his hair is wet and he's only has a towel around his waste. Wooah.
I let a little gasp when I see scars all across his back, he looks like he had them for years. He turns around and I'm met with his shocked blue eyes. I let out a little embarrassed squeal and run out of his bedroom as fast as I can. I have been blushing for the past 5 minutes, when Four comes out of his bedroom (with clothes on I might add) he looks me in the eye then lets out a little chuckle.
"You have a cute blush" He says which only makes me blush more. I close my eyes as if I can shut off this embarrassment.
"Um-yeah-thanks-i-guess" I sputter only to make me more humiliated. He laughs even harder.
"Why did you come into my bedroom again? When I happened to be naked" He asks once he finished laughing at me and I finished blushing.
"I was looking for the tv remote but I found a naked Four instead" I say with a cheeky smile.
"Well I hope you liked the view" He tease back, that reminded me that I wanted to ask him about the scars on his back. I frown at the thought.
"Whats wrong" He asks once he sees my frown.
"What are the scars on your back from?" His face falls.
Four's POV
Should I tell her? I haven't even told Lily yet, she has seen them but when she asked about it I didn't answer and she got the hint never to talk about it again. The only people that know are Marcus, my mother and Zeke, and I only told Zeke because when we were in college we both played football and when we were changing he saw the scars and wouldn't stop asking me about it. He hasn't talked about it since. But I feel like I can trust her, like we have this weird connection.
"When I was little…." I trail off, she looks at my face and immediately knows that this is something I don't like to talk about.
"You know what you don't have to tell me" She starts walking towards her bedroom but I grab her elbow and gently pull her back.
"I know but I feel like you should know" I start. She nods her head and sits back down on the island stool. I continue "When I was little my mom used to leave for business trips all the time. She would leave for about 2 weeks every month. My father was a heavy drinker when she wasn't home. When I was about 8 or 9 years old, my father started getting mad at me for the simplest things; not wiping my shoes when I entered the house, leaving my backpack on the couch, not doing the laundry, stuff like that. He would normally yell at me then send me to my bedroom but he only did it when my mom was away. I started to hate when my mom went away"
"When I was about 12 years old, my mom died in a car crash, leaving me a alone with him all the time. He started to drink way more and he would yell at me a lot more too. One day when I was sick and couldn't go to school, he screamed at me then made me go to school anyway. When I got home that day he was drunker then I have ever seen him. I was running I fever of 102 and he was so mad when I couldn't do the house chores. That was the first day he hit me" Tris lets out a little gasp.
"It just continued from that, he would slap me on the face or punch my sides. One day when I went to a friends house and forgot to tell him, when I came home that day he unbuckled his belt and told me to take my shirt off. From that day on he whipped me everyday till my sixteenth birthday" A single tear slips down Tris's cheek, Four used the pad of his finger and wiped the tear away. But he continued anyway. "When I started high school I would walk every day past a old homeless couple. I started to bring food with me in the morning and I would give it to them. One day Marcus found out about me giving away his food, he locked me in the front closet without food for 2 days. This continue; whipping me with his belt and locking me in a closet until my sixteenth birthday, he took his cane and whipped me with it. It was the most painful thing he ever did to me. That night I ran away from him" Tris is full on sobbing but I have managed remained strong. "I stole Marcus's car and his cash he had laying around the house and ran. I lived in the car in an abandon parking lot, all through high school. I got a job and a full scholarship to college. I have never looked back in my whole life"
When I finished telling her my life story Tris pulls me into a hug. Her touch is warm and sweet, when we pull away are faces are inches apart. I wipe off all of the tears on her cheek. But all I really want to do is kiss her. Just once.
I kiss her.
-Never Fear The Night
Chapter 10 is coming.
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