Totally getting bad at updating again and I im sorry. Everything is so mumble jumble lately, anyway, I can probably update saturdays or sundays, and wednesdays.
I will be updating my other story 'Sick of This' today too so if you haven't checked it out you should.
Chapter 21
Tobias POV
My heart aches as I walk away from her. It feels like only yesterday that I found out she was Beatrice and my hopes had risen.
"Please!" she cries out. I suddenly feel a surge of anger. How dare she be upset? How dare she cry when this is her fault? I turn towards her, hate filling my eyes.
She gasps, taking a small step backward. I look at her face, its streaked with tears. She immediately looks down, the hair that had fallen out of her braid frames her face.
I feel as if I just got punched in the gut. My hate turns into guilt, the pure look of sadness on her face is identical to the emotion on her face the day I broke her heart years ago. I take a step towards her, then another, then another. I slowly feel my pride burn away as I lift up her head with my fingers. I feel my defences fall as she looks at me with desire and hope.
Tris' POV
He lifts up my head over-so delicately and stares into my eyes. I try and fail to read what he is thinking and it leaves me frustrated. Then he is pushing me back into the house and is shutting the door behind us. All I can hear are the sounds of our soft breaths.
"I forgive you" he says quietly, "I can't stay away from you". I start laughing and crying, a rush of joy flows through me and I feel really hopeful for the first time in the last three days. I stop laughing at his expression, because all it holds is desire. In nearly no warning his lips collide into mine and he pulls me up, so I'm straddling him. His tongue licks my bottom lip, I shudder with pleasure and open my mouth.
He slowly starts walking forward, not breaking the kiss and backs me into a wall, holding me there with his body as his hands run up and down my sides. I run my hands up his neck and into his hair, then I bite his lip. He moans and I laugh against his lips.
We make out for another few minutes and then I push him back, and jump down from my position on the wall. He looks at me with so much passion that i have to resist the temptation to pull him down and meet his lips again, but I hold back as he smirks at me, as if reading my mind.
"Do you want something?" I ask him, suspecting he will answer that he's hungry.
"I want you, but I'll settle for food while we rest" he keeps holding his smirk and I slap his arm playfully.
"We'll be resting for a long time" I say emphasising on the long as I grab his hand and pull him into the kitchen.
"Not if I have anything to do with it" he answers back then begins pouring two glasses with orange juice. I flip him the bird jokingly and make us some toasted sandwiches with cheese, ham and tomato. He stifles a laugh as his expression turns serious.
"Tris, how's Caleb?" I remember that he wasn't in the room when the doctor told me had higher chances and so I tell Tobias,
"I think the doc said 65%. But I don't think he will wake up Toby" I say, my voice filling with emotion. I will myself not to cry.
"We'll get through this. Together" he says and entwines his fingers with mine. I start to feel hopeful again, he will wake up.
The day passes quickly and Tobias falls asleep at my house.
Bad ending god I know. I'm so fed up with this story. Help me. IDEAS PLEASe! Its not the end of this story, trust me I have a full plan to go through with, but to there and actually figuring out the plan is hard work, so again, IDEAS!