Tris
After being congratulated hundreds of times, I tell Chris and Four I'm going to check out the new house. The air is cold and it nips at my skin so I pull my big knitted jumper out of my bag and put it on top of my dress. It's dark out, but me being curious and excited, I wanted to see where we would put things around the house. It's off campus, and I'm on a quiet street. It feels as if someone is following me, you know that feeling when you just know, someone's eyes are on you. I try to brush it off but anxiety is still teeming within me. I quicken my pace, clutch my bag to my chest and brush some hair out of my face. Thoughts snake into my mind, how stupid am I to come out at night on my own. Who knows who could be out he-
A large rough hand clamps onto my mouth and tugs at my waist. I try to bite it and scream through it but no sound comes out. I thrash around, but the person has a firm grip on me and they are starting to drag me to a black car. It looks familiar. Then I see him, Al. The sweet boy in my music theory group. My friend, who I rejected as a boyfriend. He didn't take it lightly. I try to get his attention to help me but he nervously ignores me and keeps his eyes darting around whilst I'm being pushed in the car. As the person shoves me in, I get my elbow and thrust it into their face.
"Ah! My nose. You little bitch." That voice sounds familiar, but something hits my temple and I'm out, falling into darkness.
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I wake up groggily, and instantly feel pain in my head. I groan. Memory of last night floods into my head. I was kidnapped. Al helped. And Peter… It was his voice. Why? He was a jealous, rude jerk but I never spoke to him, only to defend myself and my friends. I'm tied to a chair, but the stupid idiots forgot to tie my hands up. I begin to try and find the end of the rope when the door bursts open. It's then when I realise I was in a warehouse like room. It was empty and the windows were high up.
"Ah the bitch is awake I see."
"Let me go you asshole!" I shout at Peter, my voice hoarse. Al trudges behind him.
"Shut it bitch. Now I will let you go on condition that you won't tell anyone what happened and you quit Juilliard."
"Are you insane?! What did I ever do to you?! Al?! All I did was reject you, and I'm sorry, but that's what happens in life. Peter, you're just some sadistic pig, both of you!"
"You have half an hour to tell us bitch, or you're dead." He brings out a gun and my breath hitches.
"Wh-what?" I am so shocked.
"Half an hour bitch." They storm out of the room and I don't know what to do. I start to feel tears pooling at my cheeks and realise I've been crying. No Tris! This is no time for a pity party, get yourself together and find a way out of here. I begin to search for options. The windows are too high to get to, even with the chair. I frantically, begin to untie the multiple knots in the rope tying me to the chair. After fifteen minutes or so I get myself free and sprint to the door. I listen with my ear close to the door for any sign of Al or Peter being there, but I don't hear anything. I pry the door open slowly and tiptoe out, searching for a way out. It's a corridor, with a door at the end. I run to the door but someone opens it. It's Al.
"Hey what are you doing?! I thought we tied you up."
I rack my brain for an answer. I can't say I tried to escape, or that their tying was somewhat pathetic.
"To get to you my love."
He looks taken aback.
"What?"
I walk slowly yet seductively up to him, all part of the plan.
"I didn't mean to reject you Al." Pain flashes across his face. "I just thought, how could you have me? A small scrawny girl. You deserved better. But now I know that I can't hide my feelings. I love you too much." I tactically and swiftly snake my arms around his neck and kiss him. Not putting any passion in it. He on the other hand, grabs my thighs and tries to stick his tongue down my throat.
"I knew you loved me, now you are mine forever." When he's not on guard I thrust my knee into his groin and he doubles over. I kick him in the head and sprint for the door. I run out, and now I'm outside. I see a gate, and there are a group of people walking casually on the pavement, oblivious to what was happening in this abandoned warehouse. I climb over the gate and take a look at the warehouse once more.
"HEY!" I hear Peters voice, his advancing figure emerging from the warehouse. He looks worried, I outsmarted him, but I'm still shaking with terror. I see a familiar figure jogging along the pavement. Peter begins to climb over the gate and I run but he grabs my ankle and I hit the ground.
"Four!" The jogging figure takes out his earphones and looks around, until he spots me on the ground. Peter pointing a gun at my head. Four's eyes are wide and scared. It's only us three. He sprints over to me.
"Tris!" Then he notices Peter's gun.
"Stay away or I'll shoot her!" Peter says, beads of sweat dropping from his forehead. There is silence with Peter looking around, as if he's trying to find a way out of this with me.
"Peter, put the gun down." Four says in his low, steady voice. Peter's eyes trail along the floor, but the gun is still firmly pointed at my head. Four takes this opportunity to harshly kick the gun from Peter's hands. Peter scrambles for it, momentarily letting go of me. I jump up and kick his shoulder hard until he's on the ground. Four swiftly grabs Peter's gun and I hear a crack from where I kicked his shoulder. Peter screams and cowers to the back of the gate. Four punches him cold, until Peter is lying unconcious on the ground. We make our way to the corner and I see Four's motorcycle. I didn't realise I was crying again.
Four envelopes my trembling body in his warm embrace and I cry into his t-shirt. "We need to get away from here." He tells me softly. I nod and climb onto his motorcycle. I clutch onto him whilst we zoom to his house. When we arrive, there isn't any sign of Zeke or Uriah in the house. Four helps me to their living room and we sit in comfortable silence me resting my head on his chest.
"Thank you for saving me." I say finally. There is a pause and he squeezes me tighter.
"My real name…It's Tobias Eaton."
"Hmm, suits you." I smile weakly.
"I love you Tris Prior." He says abruptly catching me by surprise. I shuffle away from him a bit and just stare into his eyes.
"Well, say something." He says shyly, red creeping onto his cheeks.
I grab his face and crash my lips to his, love and passion entwined in our kiss. I pull away but keep my forehead on his.
"I love you too. Tobias Eaton."
Ooo drama drama. Sorry, I know I rushed Fourtris, but I couldn't help myself. J