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Chapter Six
TRIS'S POV:
I rub my hand across my cheek. The blood that rushed to it is gone now, but my pride was revoked in the process. I should've punched Peter as I've wanted to do since the day I met him. I don't know what was holding me back. I felt weak. Something about the way he taunted me brought back memories of initiation. Peter harassed me during initiation in many ways during initiation. I hated- no, I pitied Peter. Someone that warped and twisted didn't even deserve hate. The Dauntless undergo a far more vigorous training than the other factions do. Initiation was worth it to become Dauntless, but sometimes I contemplate if I would be better in Abnegation just because of those sudden selfless pangs.
No, you're Dauntless.
"Tris do you know- did you read this note?" Four asks me his voice urgent, pleading.
"What?" I ask blinking rapidly creasing my eyebrows to clear my head.
I saw eyes at the door. They locked with mine in a cold hard stare; they were dark blue, captivating but cold.
"Just… just read it, I'm going into the hall, I need to clear my head," he says his handsome face marred by anguish.
"Tris, what's in the note? What's wrong with Four? Why do you seem so mad," Christina questions each query after the initial one.
My Dauntless mind curses her for being a former Candor although, the Abnegation side wants to answer her questions kindly.
You're Dauntless now, Tris.
"Christina just come here and read the goddy note," I growl my mood deeply dampened by Peter's appearance earlier.
She looks at me as if I'm alien to her but I just stare back expectantly. She takes a cautious step forward and scurries behind me to read the note.
Tobias,
Meet me at the Pier 12:00 p.m. Bring the owners little girl.
-M. Eaton
M. Eaton. My head pulses and I am astonished when the name comes to mind. Marcus Eaton. When I was still going through initiation, I read reports about a boy being abused by his father. The son would come to Camp Faction sometimes. People would say the reports were false and that the boy was in Abnegation so how would he come from an abusing family. They alleged an abused kid would've gone for Amity or something similar. Those reports would set me with a sense of undying wariness. Why would parents abuse their own child?
I look at Christina for a second and I see her face has paled. I'm confused until it strikes me fully that Christina is the "owners little girl".
"What does that mean?" Christina says her eyes wild, voice desperate.
My thoughts over Peter have vanished now. My moment of weakness cost me some dignity, but I was going to earn it back.
"Tobias…" I mutter underneath my breath.
That was the boy- Four's name. Tobias. That would elucidate the fact that Four- Tobias dislikes his father so immensely that he would steer any talk of him away from the conversation. That his face would darken every time I asked about him.
I dash out the door and run into Four- Tobias. I almost fall onto him but he catches me by the arms and holds me in place. He stumbles backward toward the wall and uses his elbows to steady himself.
"Tris? Where are you going?" he asks his eyes bright with surprise.
"Trying to find you," I say my eyebrows creased.
He's not scowling anymore. He doesn't look as if he's ready to burn down the world with a single match. The sarcastic part of my mind whispers mood swing but the other part is confused.
"Why? Wait did you read the note?" He asks each question in a different tone.
I notice that his hands are still around my wrists and I tense. I barely know this boy. I shouldn't be acting as if I do. He looks down at his hands and a flash of realization hits his face as he lets go.
However, you want to know him.
"Tell me, is your father Marcus Eaton?" I say.
Four- no Tobias's face turns an ashen shade in an instant.
"Yes, he is. I need to stop him. He's trying something on this camp that I don't know," he says.
"Are you helping him?" I ask.
This camp is basically my home. Even if someone as good-looking as Fo- Tobias came and told me something were going to happen to it I wouldn't hesitate to murder. Well maybe, but besides the point.
"Hell no, I despise Marcus. I don't even call him dad," he says disgust written on his face.
"Then why didn't you say anything to us today? To me especially?" I say.
A wave of shame passes along his face before it hardens into the reserved expression.
"We barely met. I just wanted to get to know you better, not talk about my nutcase father," Tobias says.
"No choice now," I say sarcastically.
"Don't be mad, you don't know what he's done to me," Tobias says coldly.
I have the urge to say yes, I do know what he's done to you, but I suppress the need. He can't know I know yet. My dad works with Mr. Eaton, he lives a few blocks down but I never connected the last names when I met Tobias. I've heard my father and Marcus talk about Tobias several times. Usually just small talk about his school and how he's doing, but I know more about him then I thought I did. Then he thought I did.
"Well what are we going to do then Four," I say.
Thank God, the name Tobias didn't slip out, I wouldn't know how to explain why I know his name.
"I don't know! Marcus is a lunatic! It's not as if I'm going to bring Christina to him, I'm not that depraved," he exclaims pinching the bridge of his nose.
He looks at me through the spaces in between his fingers and sighs.
"Four? Four listen to me…. Four!" I yell at, but he doesn't respond.
He looks intently at the wall behind me and acts as if he can't hear me. Christina will most likely be in danger if I don't find out what's going on with Marcus and I cannot in any circumstance let that happen. My head pounds for a solution. I feel my nerves of hyper-drive.
"Tobias Eaton listen to me," I choke out.
He rears his eyes toward mine and gawks with intense disbelief.
"My father works with yours, I know your name," I say bluntly.
He stares me as if I'm alien.
"Do- do you know what he's done to me?" Tobias chokes.
I curtly nod while he grimaces as if he's in pain, which he actually might be.
He nods to me and lets the grimace slowly fade to a frown. He then surprises me by lacing is fingers with mine.
"Come on then, I have an idea."
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"You don't have much of a plan, do you Four," Christina says.
"Funnily he actually said idea to me, not plan," I say smiling crookedly.
Tobias next to me chuckles lowly so only I can hear.
"I just need to meet up with the jerk, figure out his plans, and trick him to think I couldn't get Christina," Tobias says.
I like his voice. It's deep and it rumbles.
"So you're a good guy? I don't have to tell my dad to kick you out?" Christina asks.
"Theoretically, that is correct. However, you can't tell your dad this because then I'll be kicked out anyways, and that is not going to happen," he says lowly.
"You two stay here and wait for me to come back," he says.
I quickly shake my head as Christina nods in assent.
"What was that Tris?" Tobias says narrowing his cobalt eyes at me.
I hear Christina giggle at my defiance; she was always quite easy to get over things.
"I want to come Four," I say.
Somehow, I feel that Tobias would not appreciate me calling him Tobias to other people.
"No, Tris you are definitely not going," he says lowly.
"Why not T- Four?" I ask catching myself.
"Because I said so," he says matter-of-factly.
An idea sparks my mind as I complain.
"Ugh ok," I say trying to feign disappointment.
Tobias narrows his handsome eyes to slits and stares at me as if trying to find what changed. He shrugs once and then walks toward the door.
"This shouldn't take too long, twenty to thirty minutes at the most," he says calling back quietly.
"Ok," Christina says but I'm already grabbing my jacket and a water bottle.
Christina turns her chocolate brown eyes so she level with me.
"You're going after him aren't you?" she says plainly. "And I'm going to have to deal with the Dark One's anger?"
I smile at her nickname for Tobias although she's already calling him a nickname when she says "Four".
"Yes and no," I respond cheekily.
I'm no longer mad; I'm filled with a different worry.
"No? What's with the no?"
"You won't deal with his anger, I will," I say.
"Why is that so?"
"Because," I say lightly smiling, "you never knew I snuck out."
"Your delusional," she says shaking her head, but I can she see agrees with my plan.
"Christina pretend you're asleep or something," she says.
"I haven't taken a shower yet!" she squeals.
I moan inwardly.
"Ok go take a shower and I'll sneak out," I say.
She nods and heads toward the bathroom.
I throw on the jacket I picked up and notice that it's Tobias's jacket. I smile to myself.
"Ok Tris don't be stupid," I say to myself.
I slowly open the door and creep down the stairs. Comically, I'm grinning to myself the whole way down although I feel like I'm sneaking into a death trap.
A/N: Ok I feel like a jerk. Sorry I didn't update but I had an extreme case of writer's block-, which was horrible. The next chapter I think will be longer… and better. However, please keep reviewing!