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Chapter 6
Tris POV
I wake up to the words "Fear God Alone" written on the wall and the sound of running water. I get up and look in the mirror. I have to stand farther back from the mirror and go on my toes to be able to see my face. I have a cut under my eye and bruising all around my neck from being choked.
The washroom door opens and Four walk out with glistening hair. I see a line of skin above his jeans as he lifts his arm to dry his hair. I look away hoping he didn't notice.
"How's your lip?" I ask trying to recover.
"How's your head?" He asks avoiding my question.
"It's fine," I lie.
"And your stomach?" He asks moving his hand down to my side.
I wince as he places his hand down placing my hand over his to stable my ribcage.
"I guess that answers it," He laughs.
I laugh and push harder on my ribcage.
"Only hurts when I breath," I laugh.
"Tori gave me some pain medication," He says, handing me a bottle of clear liquid.
"Peter would probably throw a party if I stopped breathing," I state.
"Well," He says. "I would only go if there was cake."
"I'd resurrect myself if there was cake," We laugh.
"You could take today off, I'm sure Eric wouldn't be mad," He tells me.
"No, being attacked by Peter is already bad, but having to take the day off would be even worse," I say shyly.
"Ok well I have to go set up the guns for today. I'll see you at breakfast," He says. "There is a change of clothes in the washroom since yours are kind of ripped."
"Thank you," I say before going into the washroom.
I end up wearing black jeans he must have got from my bunk, my boots and a shirt that I assume is his because of the masculine scent on it.
I walk out the front door and bump into someone. I grab my ripped clothes from the ground and look up, dropping my clothes again. Eric.
"Why did you just come out of Four's apartment?" He says angrily. "That's very inappro--"
I cut him off. "No, it's not like that."
"I'm sure it not," Eric says sarcastically.
"I was attacked," I continue. "Some of the initiates tried throwing me over the chasm last night, and Four found me and chased them off."
"Who?" He asks sternly.
"It's not important," I say walking off to the pit to meet Christina for breakfast.
I walk into the pit and sit between Uriah and Christina.
"Where were you last night?" Christina says talking through her food, "And what happened to your face?"
"I was at Four's apartment," I say, not realizing what it must sound like to them. Uriah elbows me jokingly.
"He did this to your face?" Christina asks.
"Four would never do that!" Uriah argues.
"It's always the ones you least expect," Christina says back, "Did he do it? I'll kill him."
"No, he found me," I retort. "Drew, Molly, and Peter tried throwing me over the chasm."
"Peter? After you took his place while Four threw knives at you. That son of a bitch! I can't beli--" Christina turns and stares at the doors where Peter walks in.
Calling him 'bruised' would be an understatement. If he looks like that… What does drew look like?
~ P A G E B R E A K ~
I walk into the training room before anyone else. I see Four loading different guns and placing them on the table. He walks over and places his fingers on the cut under my eye. I flinch but he doesn't pull back. That is until Eric walks in. Eric walks over to us and stares at us.
"Isn't he a bit too old for you?" He says expressionless.
"Yeah a whopping two years," says Four. "And weren't you the one why tried to get her to kiss you?"
I laugh and so does Four. It makes me feel good that the age difference between us isn't a big deal to him, like maybe he can see a future for us.
I knock myself out of my daydream. "I already told you, it's not like that. I was attacked and Tori thought it was safe to keep my distance from Peter and them."
"Peter did this to you?" Eric asks.
"I--" I go to say something, but the rest of the initiates walk in.
"Why do you even care?" Four asks Eric. "Last year a girl fell to the bottom of the chasm and you just passed it by."
People are staring now. Eric shoves Four, and Four pushes back. I step between them placing one hand on Eric's chest and another on Four's. Eric turns and walks out the door.
"What are you staring at, initiates? Go grab a gun!" Four yells.
We all scramble over and grab a gun.
I try to follow the form of Four while he shoots. I notice Peter talking to Molly, gun in hands aimed at the roof. Peters gun goes off and s bullet hits the ceiling.
Four walks over and takes the gun out of Peter's hands, flipping it so it's aimed at Peter's head. Peter freezes and so does everyone else.
He wouldn't shoot Peter. He clicks the bullet into its place. He wouldn't.
As much as I want Peter dead I have to do something about it.
"Four," I say stepping in front of his gun, now aiming at my head.
He puts the gun down and clicks the safety on. "Careful, Stiff," he says passing me.
I walk back to my gun and continue shooting.
"I'm starting to create a theory," says Will.
"What's that?" I ask, still aimed at the target.
"That you have a serious death wish," he laughs.