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Chapter Seven
TRIS'S POV:
I creep around each tree with a silent precision. The wind picked up heavier then when I was out with Tobias, so I'm glad I wore his jacket.
"Hell," I mutter as I speed walk to catch up to Tobias.
I can see him trying to casually pace down the Pier as if he's not meeting up with a psychopathic man.
I smile. My instructor in Dauntless would be so proud of me.
Not a little girl anymore am I.
I start zipping up Tobias's jacket when I hear Tobias speak.
"Hello Marcus," he says coldly his tone icy.
"Ah Tobias it's late at night I don't think we need to keep up the formality of this situation," Marcus says his blue eyes cold- so unlike Tobias's who's are mysterious but kind.
Tobias makes no move to acknowledge what his father said he just stares at the Pier ledge.
"So Tobias, where is the girl?" Marcus asks his tone casual yet tense.
"I couldn't find her, she was in that room with all those girls," Tobias lies.
I see his eyes are brighter, anger sparked.
"I see, son." Marcus says tightly.
Tobias's muscles tense at the word "son". Marcus makes a move to put his hand on his shoulder but he swats it away.
"Don't touch me," Tobias murmurs quietly, steadily.
"This camp earns too much profit Tobias. That is the reason I'm here, and also why you are."
"What does this camps profit have to do with anything?" Tobias asks pulling down the black sleeves of his long sleeve shirt.
"It means that my camp isn't gaining anything this year. You remember the camp I've told you about, Tobias," Marcus says.
I creep around another tree so that I'm on one side while Tobias is on the other.
"So you want to what? Ruin this camp? It has the best reputation throughout Chicago, you can't compete with us," Tobias says his tone steely.
"That's my point, son. I need you to ruin this camp for me!" Marcus exclaims.
"I let you come here only because of my intentions. Don't think you have any friends of the sort. If they actually knew you they wouldn't be able to stand the sight of you," Marcus says.
Tobias bites his bottom lip and I see his arms turning taut.
I shiver and pull the jacket tighter around my arms. Marcus wants to bring down a magnificent camp so his will gain profit. The morale is just so twisted.
"Go to hell," Tobias says to Marcus.
Marcus glares and for a moment, I think that he's resigned himself; that Tobias won't work for him.
Tobias stares at his father and Marcus stares back.
Then Marcus starts undoing his belt.
My eyebrows crease in confusion until Tobias cries out.
I see him back up and bring his arms up to protect his face.
"This, Tobias, is for your own good."
I watch in horror as the belt whips back, then closer, and closer to Tobias.
I spring forward and block Tobias with my body.
The belt curls around my wrist like a whip, stinging the area like a burn.
I wince but pull in the belt with as much strength as I can muster and whip the belt back as hard as I can.
Marcus regains back from his initial shock and yanks the belt back.
"How dare you-"
"Get away from her," Tobias says putting himself in between Marcus and I.
"Don't you dare touch her or you'll be even more damned then when I came here in the first place," he says quietly, his instructor voice.
Tobias throws a punch at Marcus's cheek and then his neck and lastly his stomach. All of the blows striking like a gut-wrenching roar.
"Tobias, no more," I say pulling him away.
I think he's still surprised that I say his real name. He turns around and looks at me, his eyes wild and gleaming.
"Why?" He asks.
"Why what?" I ask cocking my head slightly.
"Why did you do that?" He says his dark brow creased in a silent query.
I look away but I feel my cheeks burning. I don't know why I stopped Marcus. Maybe because I like him, or maybe because I still am partly Abnegation.
Marcus lies unconscious on the ground slightly swollen and bleeding from Tobias's blows.
Hands wrap around my elbows and tug me toward Tobias. He hugs me and murmurs things that I can't comprehend.
I stiffen then relax.
"You saw all of that didn't you?" He says bitterly.
I nod slightly and he lets go.
My body feels colder without his against mine.
"How long... How long has he been doing that?" I ask quietly.
I believed that Marcus did abuse Tobias, but to what extent and how I wouldn't know.
"Usually it doesn't happen now, but when I was younger..." He trails off.
I throw my arms around him as an action of comfort.
"You know I told you not to come," Tobias says.
"I know," I reply removing my arms to look at Marcus.
"You wouldn't have had that goddy idiot whip you," he says.
I look at my wrist, which is stinging bright red and I see a bit of internal blood.
"Are you ok?" Tobias asks reaching for my hand.
His touch sends jolts up my arm, which I invite welcomingly.
"You should've just let me handle it Tris," he says darkly examining my wrist lightly, his touch gentle.
"I couldn't see you hurt," I say.
I wince when I realize it sounds revealing. Oddly enough, Tobias smiles.
"What are we going to do with Marcus?" I ask.
"I would like to kill him but-"
"But that's not going to happen Toby," I say.
Tobias twists his head so it's inches from mine. Six inches. He leans further. Less than six inches now.
"Did you just call me Toby?" He asks a slight smile on his face.
I give him a knowing look and he smiles wider.
"Yes."
"Then I like it," he says.
His smile fades when he looks over at Marcus.
"I'm going to bring him to his car, I know he brought one," he says.
"Why not confront him now?" I ask.
"Because we need evidence. A red mark on your arm and blood on my knuckles won't do us any good," he says.
I nod although I don't know how he's going to get any evidence.
"You're going to follow me to the car aren't you?" He asks.
My cheeks flare but I nod a yes.
"Jesus, Tris why must you must be so defiant?" He asks roughly grabbing Marcus's arm.
"The exact reason you're so mysterious, it's in my nature," I say defiance thick in my tone.
"I am not mysterious!" Tobias exclaims.
I roll my eyes. Another act of defiance; I smile.
I watched a grown man be knocked unconscious by his son and I'm smiling. Maybe I am Dauntless.
TOBIAS'S POV:
It's funny how she just snuck up and got me to spill all my secrets. I never told anybody, not even Zeke about Marcus. Although, I was just in a bloody mess with Marcus I'm happy I came out here, to the Pier.
I think Tris might like me, although I can't confirm it. I like how she says my name. I like how when she saw Marcus she was mad not looking at me as if I were some kicked puppy.
I dump Marcus in the shotgun seat because I'm a jerk like that and gesture for Tris to follow me.
She trots next to me like a puppy and I unconsciously smile.
"What's with the smile Tobias," she asks.
I glance down at her blonde head bobbing next to my shoulder and smile again.
"Stop it! It's getting creepy Tobias," she exclaims.
I make myself only smile inwardly and walk.
She said it twice: Tobias. I'm starting to like my name again. I always associated my name with Marcus, but now it seems special.
"Are we going back to tell Christina?" Tris asks.
"Yeah," I say.
"Tobias?" she asks.
Her voice seems nervous.
"Yeah Tris," I ask.
I feel nervous for some odd reason.
"Tag! Your it!" she yells and then runs off to the cabin.
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