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Tris POV

The rest of the plane ride was quiet. I didn't want to look back at Four. I knew he was mad at me for what I did. He obviously had a problem with Eric. But what problem? Maybe they were friends once, but now, not so much.

I tried to distract myself for the rest of the flight, watching a movie which didn't seem to interest me. I sat there in my seat and thought about my mother. She had to be okay. She didn't seem that weak in my vision, so she must be alright.

I felt movement next to me and found Eric in Four's seat. I smiled kindly but wished he didn't sit next to me. Four would be very mad.

"Hey, they had to move me because Four was auguring with me, can you believe him?" I smiled at him but returned my focus back to the screen.

"He told you not to talk to me, didn't he?" Eric asked. I turned to him and sighed. He seemed nice enough. I nodded and looked back at Four. He was staring right at me. He raised his eyebrow, questioning what I was doing.

God I was sick of him.

"Why don't you and Four like each other?" I ask Eric. He looked at me, considering wether or not to talk about there past.

"We were friends once, I know hard to believe. We lived in the same suburb with him until the day of the guardian thing. My mom was made at me. Very mad. She didn't understand how Four got it, and not me. I wasn't mad. It wasn't something I wanted to be anyway. But I don't know, made Four feel way more better than everyone else. Bragged about it for years. Told him he was being stupid, he told me I was stupid. End of story. We hate each other now.".

I listened and learnt that Four was a dick. Did he seriously brag about it? There wasn't much to brag about right? Was Eric telling the truth?

He sat next to me for the rest of the flight. We learnt a lot about each other, and with everything he told me, I felt like I could trust him more.

Unfortunately Four wasn't too happy about that.

As I walked off the plane with Eric, talking about something, Four pulled me away and quickened his pace, dragging me behind him. I looked back at Eric, him looking at me. I waved goodbye and tried to catch up to Four.

His face said it all. He was pissed off at me for sure. I didn't want to say anything, in case I hit a hard spot. He grabbed my bags along with his and dragged me once again out of the airport.

We walked around the building until we came to a dead end. No one was around here.

Oh god, this is were I'm going to die. This is were Four will kill me. God i haven't even turned eighteen yet can't he just let me live for another couple of months!

He pulled me closer and closer to a brick wall. His grip tightened, making me squirm. He stopped, dropped the bags and faced me.

I've never seen him so mad before. His stare was scaring the shit out of me. I looked down at the ground and didn't want to look up again.

"Have fun talking Eric? Did yah?" he gritted through his teeth. I didn't respond. I was terrified of him, his stare, his attitude. I didn't like this side of Four.

"You going to answer me" he asked plainly, as if he was bored of making me scared. Yep, I was mad as well. And what do I do when I am mad? Talk back.

"Would you like a answer Four? Do you deserve one?" he laughed evilly at me, before grabbing both my arms, pulling me closer to him.

"You think your really funny don't you? I'm sick and tired of your shit Tris. We have other stuff to deal with okay? Just, lets get through this, then talk about it later".

"Totally agree Four" I glared at him. He glared back before picking up the bags again and walked to the brick wall again. I followed him, about to ask why he was going to walk into a brick wall until he walked straight through it. I stopped following and stared.

Was this Harry Potter? Was I going to be walking through a brick wall? I smiled at the thought of walking through the wall, like a ghost until Four walked straight out again and threw me over his shoulder.

"Let go you dick! God I know how to walk!" I screamed at him. He tightened his grip and let me go once we walked through the wall.

I turned around and realised we were back in dauntless. I remembered why we came back and sprinted to the jail rooms. I could feel Four right behind me.

Even though we were fighting, this was important. My mother was important.

We sprinted through the Pit, were so many people were. I tried to get through them, but they didn't seem to notice me at all. I tried to push until I felt someone grab my hand. I looked to the source of the hand and found Four.

He pushed people away, pulling me along with him. Once we were out of that mess, we run to the rooms.

Once we made the right turn, I stopped. There were so many rooms, I didn't know which one my mother was in.

"Do you remember which one it was?" Four asked me. He seemed concerned. Maybe this stupid fight was behind us.

"No. I don't what if he already did something to her, what if…"

"Stop, we will find her. just try to remember okay?" Four told me. I nodded and tried to remember the vision. I hadn't mastered the vision thing yet, they just came to me. It wasn't something I could just think of and it would appear.

I tried to imaging the vision again, picturing everything that happened. and then I was pulled into the vision again.

My mother was tide up again. I tried to help but nothing worked. And then I remembered what I was doing.

I watched the scene again, seeing Marcus, beating her. I looked around the room, finding something that could help me. And then the door gave me the answer. Number 10.

"Number 10. She is in number 10" I told him. He started running to find it, looking at every door.

I followed him, making sure we looked at every door until we found 10.

He carefully used his skills to unlock the door, and once we were in it, there was nothing.

I run into the room, confused. My mother was supposed to be here. This was the room. I saw the same marks on the wall. This was the room, so where was my mother.

"What is the Tris? Some sick joke?" Four seemed angry at me. He leaned against the door, raising his eyebrows at me.

"She was here, she has to be here" I told myself. I tried to remember the vision again, now seeming to master the skill.

She was supposed to be here. What was going on?

"Sweety what are you doing here?" I turned around and found my mother. Safe, untied, not being tortured by Marcus.

I wanted to cry. What was going on? Why did my vision give me a lie? What did I do wrong.

I ran into her arms. She hugged me back, concerned about my actions.

"I had a vision, you were tied up. Um, I don't know what happened". I tried to explain to her.

"You had a vision? Beatrice you don't have that power. Are you trying to make a joke?" I stared at her.

she didn't believe me. Nobody believed me. I looked at Four, who looked confused. He looked at me, then walked away. I pulled away from my mother and run after him.

"You don't believe me don't you?" I screamed at him.

He turned around and threw his hands up in the air. "What do you want me to believe? She's fine. I don't know what happened in your vision, but it told you a lie. I'm sorry Tris. I just need to be alone for a while. We'll talk later".

And with that he walked away from me. I felt tears run down my face. I screwed everything up between us. why didn't I just listen to him.

I stood there for what seemed for every until I walked back to where everyone else was. This wasn't right. Something was wrong, and I didn't know what. I needed answers.


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