Chapter 3
We spent two hours each day building our strength, perfecting our aim, and at least trying to, face our fears. I didn't know what my fears were. Tobias said he was sure of three of them. He didn't tell me what they were, though.
One day when reached our abandoned building, Tobias tells me that he wants to show me something. I nod and wait.
"I can't really explain this until I show you what I'm talking about." Tobias starts. "But you must promise to never tell anyone. Ever. Do you promise?"
"I promise." I whisper.
Tobias smiles a little, then turns his back to me and pulls his shirt over his head.
I gasp. His back is all red, and swollen in many places. There are scars everywhere, and deep gashes in many places. What the hell?
"Who the hell did this to you?" I growl. "Why did this happen to you?" I bite hard on my knuckle to keep from crying.
Tobias turns and puts his shirt back on. He motions for me to sit. We sit at the table in the corner.
"To answer your first question, Marcus did." Tobias says. "To answer your second question, I have two words: My mother."
"What? I don't understand." I say. This is unbelievable.
"Marcus blames me for my mother's death." Tobias says quietly. "He is mad that she died. It doesn't help that he's always stressed."
"If you want to get literal, it is technically his fault that she died." I reply. The thought of Tobias getting hurt because of something he had no control over sickens me. I realize that I want to hurt Marcus. He is an awful human being.
"His favorite thing to do, is hit me a belt. He will also lock me in the tiny closet upstairs, among other things."
Tears managed to escape my eyes despite my efforts.
I never thought I would see Tobias cry, but his eyes are bright with tears. I pull him into a hug.
I love you, Tobias. You can come to me with anything because I will do anything and everything in my power to help you." I tell him firmly.
I feel Tobias's tears on my neck, and his body shakes with emotion. I hold him tightly.
"I love you too, Beatrice." He whispers. "You're my family now."
"I love you. We'll be alright in four short years." I murmur.
A/N Sorry that this chapter is so short! I have been writing these stories on my iPod and I didn't realize how short some of these chapters are. Thanks for continuing my story! 4 (hehehe see what I did there?)
