Chapter 39
Tobias/Four's POV:
I start walking to fourth period, happy that I get to see Tris. I'm more than halfway there when I get stopped by Zeke.
"Did you hear about what happened to Tris?" He said with concern in his eyes.
"No. What happened? Is she okay? Where is she?" I say not being able to breathe.
"Someone stepped on her hand in the hallway and ended up breaking it. It happened after second period."
"Why didn't anyone tell me until now?" I practically shout.
"I texted you, but I guess you didn't get it. She swore to me that she doesn't know who did it, but she's a horrible liar. You're probably the only one who can get the truth out of her. I think she's already in her fourth period class."
I don't say anything else to Zeke. I just run past him and into the classroom. Tris is sitting down in her seat with her right arm resting across her stomach. Her hand is wrapped up quite a bit and I can tell she is in pain. I walk over to my desk in front of her and sit down facing towards her.
"Who did this?" I say gesturing to her wrapped up hand and wrist.
"I don't know." She says not being able to look me in the eyes.
"Tris, I can tell when you're lying. I know you saw who stepped on you. Why won't you tell anyone who it was?"
"Because I don't see a point to it." She says flatly.
"Come on Tris. What's the worst they can do?"
"Well they already broke my hand Four. I don't want to think about what else they will do to me if I tell anyone."
I sigh, knowing she's right. Then I figure it all out.
Who are the only two people that would do something like that? Cara and Peter. I'm, aware that they used to be best friends, so they are probably working together to make Tris' life miserable. I know Cara well enough to know that she is the brains behind all of this. Peter is just her puppet. He does everything she says for him to do.
"You know what Tris? You don't have to tell me who did it because I already know."
"No you don't. You're just trying to trick me into telling you." She says crossing her arms.
"Really? You're underestimating me Tris?" She rolls her eyes and I say "Peter."
A flash of horror comes over her face. She covers it up almost as soon as it shows, but I still notice it which confirms that I am right. I am going to ruin him.
I turn around and face the front of the classroom with every muscle in my body tensed up. My arm is still wrapped up from when the glass cut me and the gash is no better. It's still deep and opened. I feel a gush of blood flow out of it and onto the bandage. I ignore it, not thinking about how badly it hurts. All I'm thinking is,
Peter is going to wish he was never born.