I just want to say something: Everytime I publish a new fic or start to write something, I do it because I have all the intention of finishing it. I know I've been really absent and my Fic is not even that good. But I try, I swear I try. This is fic is special for me because my Fanfiction life started here. I really enjoy writing for you, guys. I never get tired of reviews, messages and your support. I just wouldn't leave you.

DISCLAIMER: Well, I'm not a assassin (yet) so I am not Veronica Roth.

I sit in Cristina's bed, tissues in my hands and tears in my cheeks. She hands me a cup of tea and I sip calmly.

"So, they just told you after sixteen years? Did you ever think the Priors were your family?"

I flinch at the mention of the name and sigh, "Yeah, after sixteen damn years. It never crossed my mind that they were…my blood. I mean, yeah, they came for dinner often and they were always nice but that was it. My parents had other friends so they weren't anything special. They were really supportive after my dad passed away, but everyone was."

Chris sighs as she rubs her eyes, "I get that you have the right of knowing the truth but, why now? Why not in two years? Or when you get married?"

"Sixteen are special, right?" I laugh humorlessly and she does too.

"Right. Trust me, you won't forget yours."

XXX

School is normal; classes are normal and my friends are normal. But at the same time, everything has changed.

I used to be able to look at Caleb Prior in the eye and offer a tiny smile, but now, I can't be in the same room as him. Sometimes he tries to speak to me but, luckily, my friends save me. But one day I'm not so lucky.

"Hey Tris!" Caleb yells at me across the hall in school.

I look around quickly but no one I know personally is here, just Nita (and, of course, she doesn't help me).

"Hi." I mutter nervously.

"How have you been?"

"I've had better days." I tell him simply, "What about you?"

"Same," Caleb scratches the back of his neck and sighs "my mom suggested that maybe you would like to come to our house for…whatever you need."

I nod softly, "I'll keep that in mind. Thank her for me."

Caleb leaves with an awkward smile on his face that makes me chuckle a little.

Then everything goes dark because some strong and big hands are pressing against my eyes and do not allow me to see. It smells delicious so I quickly turn around and kiss the person that owns those hands. He responds immediately ("what a slut" is what I hear, probably from Nita).

"Really, dude? She is my little sister." Zeke complains and I laugh.

I open my eyes and stare at Tobias' beautiful orbs. Tori, our music's teacher, passes by and says something like "no PDA" with a laugh.

"Sorry, Zeke. I can't help myself."

All of us head to the parking lot, where Zeke's Jeep is waiting for us. He turns to Shauna and holds her waist as he tells her something funny and she laughs loudly. Uri hugs Mar and just stays there, holding her. Will is carrying Chris and kissing her passionately. Yes, after all, they realized they love each other. Tobias and I stand here awkwardly. We only have like three days of being official and we are not fans of making out in public. I lean on Zeke's truck and interlace my fingers with Tobias'.

"So, why 'Four'?" I ask him and he frowns. A cute frown in his bad-ass face.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your nickname," I tell him, with a smile. "when we first met, you said 'I am Four'. Why 'Four'?"

"Right." he says, with a smile and his eyes staring at mine "Well, I used to play soccer when I was like six, and I was number four." His eyes darken and I cress his cheekbone "Plus, my name was a connection with my father and I wanted to lose it."

I don't say anything. Until I decide to change the subject.

"Caleb said I could always visit them if I had a problem or something." I tell him, sighing.

"Do you want to?"

"I don't know. I mean, of course I want some answers but I don't even want to see them." I sigh again.

"If you want, I can come with you." He whispers, looking away and blushing. I grin.

I pull his face until his lips touch mine. My stomach flips and my eyes close. He kisses me back. I wonder how someone that has gone through a lot can be so gentle and caring. I realize, Tobias hasn't changed for the suffering, in fact, it only made him stronger.

"I would love that."

…

"Tris, are you sure about this?"

I gulp but nod carefully. I'm standing in front of the Prior's principal door. Tobias is holding my hand. I feel so tiny in front of the white door. The house looks so cozy and warm but at the same time, I feel it's going to devour me. Tobias squeezes my hand and I knock softly. The door opens and Andrew Prior appears. At first, he looks surprised then happy, then confused when he sees Tobias and then upset when he sees our hands.

"Beatrice, I never thought you would come." He says after a while and smiles.

"It's Tris. I never thought I would come either." I tell him honestly and he nods. "I hope you don't mind."

"Don't be silly! Please, come in."

The first impression I have is that it is a lovely house. The walls have clear colors, there are portraits and photos hanged in them and the carpet that covers the floor is brown. I imagine a young Tris running around these halls with a dress, two pigtails and pink ribbons. I scoff in my mind. I imagine a young Caleb being so busy with school that has no time to play with his sister. I imagine myself being a shy girl, with formal clothes and always clean clothes. I just can't see myself like that.

Andrew guides us until the living room comes into view. We sit and he sighs happily.

"So, Tris, who is this young man?"

"My name is Tobias Eaton, sir." Tobias says before I have time to process the question.

"Really? The last time I saw you, you were a little boy!" Andrew says and laughs.

Why did he say his last name? Why do they know each other?

"I didn't know you knew each other." I say.

"Of course I know him! His father is a great friend of mine, by the way, how is he?"

Tobias tenses and I squeeze his hand in reassurance.

"Travelling. He's on a business trip right now."

"Marcus has always been a busy man." Andrew says and sighs. "So what relationship do you have with Tris?"

"He is my boyfriend." I say and smile a little.

"Your mother allowed it?"

"I don't know, I never asked her." I snap, because of the judging tone he used.

"Alright."

"Where is Natalie?" asks Tobias, lightening the air.

"In bed." Andrew answers and sighs.

"Why?" I ask, suddenly.

"Cancer, Tris. Natalie has cancer."

I kinda liked it. I know that it is a cliff-hanger but I love drama. DRAMA AND I FOREVER ^u^

I really hope you don't hate me and that you still like to read my Fic. Because I still love you.

I'm here to stay, cupcakes! Review! Leave the love! I love reading your opinions. What do you think about FourTris? I just love those two.

HAPPY POST:

"Hi"

"Hi"

"And your boyfriend?"

"In a book. Yours?"

"Same"

"..."

"..."

"Do you realize we are going to die alone?"

"Yep"

A kiss,

-Tris