I hope you guys aren't too pissed that I deleted The Program. I'm going to rewrite it when I have the time. It's not gone forever.

I gave you a shitty chapter because I'm a shitty person :/ I've been trying to make a conclusion to this story, so I could possibly start a part 2 because I'm a better writer now, so looking at this story hurts my eyes.

Another reason for why I haven't posted in so long is because of Divergent4Everdeen (Check her out, she's an amazing writer) She told me to read The Mortal Instruments, and it's amazing! I'm currently on the last book right now.

I'm probably not going to be posting consistently like I was before. I'm homeschooled right now, but I'm heading back for second semester. I plan to be done with this story soon to focus on school and Natural. Thank you! And I'm sorry :/

Chapter 39

Tobias POV

I stare at Zeke's ceiling, not able to move my eyes from the spot. I think back at all that happened. Tris is gone. She might be with Christina, or Uriah, or maybe Tori—The point is… she's not with me.

Are we done? Should I talk to her? I should go talk to her. I stand up but quickly stumble back as Zeke catches me. I push him off me and trip to the door. Zeke stands in front of me to keep me from falling. "Where you goin', bud?" I think I hear pity in his voice, but maybe that's the alcohol.

"I needa talk ta her-er…" I whine.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Zeke says. He pushes me back onto the makeshift bed on the floor. I don't want my first night in the new apartment—our apartment—to be by myself. Zeke sits in silence next to me for awhile. He asks in a small voice, I almost don't hear him. "What did you do?"

"My father—Tris… Me…" I struggle to find the words. "Bad—very, very bad."

Flashback:

"Tobias," my father says. I straighten my posture. I know he hates it when I slouch. Why am I thinking about what he wants? "I came to visit you." I know he really just telling me to invite him in.

"I—uh, sir—I, um…" I had the words in my head, but they didn't come out. I don't want you here, go away. Instead, I settle with: "I don't think you should be here." I glance down at Tris, who is sitting behind the door still.

"Tobias," my father scolds. "That is no way to talk to your father. I came all this way to see you, and you act ungrateful." He steps closer, while I step back. He places his hand on the door to push it open and Tris jumps up.

Marcus seems taken back by the fact I have a woman in my apartment. "Oh—I apologize." Marcus starts. "I was unaware, Tobias, had a friend over." I notice Tris' hands clench at her side and I step in between them. I'd like to keep as much space between my future wife and past monster. "Don't be so rude, Tobias. Introduce your friend."

"It's Four, now." I say in a voice that sounds foreign to my ears. I feel like a child again—backed up into the corner by a man with a belt. "This is my fiancé, Tris… Tris, this is my father, Marcus."

"I think you should leave," Tris says.I tense beside her.

"I apologize, but I came here to talk to my son." Marcus says peacefully. I look to Tris, a look of pleading on my face.

"Can you give us a moment…"I ask her. My posture, I can only assume, looks as a dog being scolded. "Please?" Tris scoffs and stomps out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Now it's just Marcus and I.

End of Flashback

"You kicked her out?" Zeke asks. "You wanted to talk to your father, so? Is this some female language thing? I never can understand it."

I turn my face to look at him, but recoil from the frozen floor. "My father, isn't… father material." That's the biggest understatement of the year. I know I'm drunk out of my mind, but no amount of liquor can reveal this secret.

Christina and Uriah are doing the simulations, for the rest of initiation… Uriah! I need to speak to Uriah! I shoot up, which sends a nauseous feeling in my stomach up to my throat. I scramble up and almost fall as I vomit in the kitchen sink.

I rinse my mouth out with water, and head towards the door, but yet again, Zeke blocks my way. "Uriah!" I shout.

"It's Zeke, man…" Zeke says holding up his hands.

"No, I need to find Uriah." I try to get past him, and this time he lets me, while asking a series of questions. "Uriah's running the sims."

We head into the pit and I see a group of people surrounding Uriah, while he swings Marlene around. Zeke, I realize was supporting me the whole time, drops me on a bench.

A tall figure sits beside me, and I have to strain my neck to look at them. Mad? Mel? I don't know. "You look drunk."

"Mmhmm," I mumble. I rest my head in the palm of my hand, my eyes slowly closing.

The chirpy voice keeps me awake, though. "Since you're not my trainer anymore…" She trails off. What she's expecting? I don't know. "Maybe, I can buy you a drink?"

"I don't drink—" The words slur out of my mouth, which sends me the realization that I am drunk, right now. "I don't want a drink."

She places a hand on my knee and I jump off the bench like she stung me. Thankfully, Zeke brings Uriah over to me. Uriah, Zeke and I head into the corner to talk, but I push Zeke away from us.

I check around to make sure there are no cameras before I start talking. I went through the Dauntless-borns fear landscape, sso I know Uri is divergent. "Dean is div—" Uriah slams his hand against my mouth.

"I know, I got it." Uriah's bright expression falters.

"Is Tris staying with you and Marlene?" I ask him. "I just want to know if she's alright."

"I haven't seen her since Visiting Day." He slaps me on the shoulder. That bright expression returns to his face. "Congratulations on the engagement, by the way! Zeke told me. Don't be mad at him, he thought I knew. I'm a little hurt that Tris didn't tell me, but I'll get over it. Hell, I'm already over it!"

"Thanks, but…" I don't feel like explaining this to him. "Thanks." I turn so my back is facing Zeke so he can't hear me. "Can you find out where Christina is?" Uriah nods and turns back to his drinking game.

(Next Day)

The headache I have is torolable. It's been three days since I've seen Tris, and I can't stand it anymore. I feel like I'm missing my other half. She is my other half. Today I'm going to find Tris and apologize.

First things first. Christina. Christina and Tris are best friends. She would probably be with her.

I walk into the simulation room where the initiates are sitting patiently. I keep my Four exterior on, even though all I want to do is puke. I shouldn't have had so much to drink. I knock on the simulation room door and Christina opens it angrily.

"Hey, Four!" Uriah says cheerfully from the equipment. "What are you doing here? We got it."

Christina stands in the doorway with her hands on her hips with a scowl on her face. "Yeah, Four. What are you doing here?"

"Can we talk somewhere…" I look over at the initiates who are all interested in our conversation. "Private?"

Christina slams the door behind her and marches out into the hallway, not checking to see if I follow. Once we are alone I let my posture sag. "You look terrible," Christina says scowling. "And you smell like the factionless."

I narrow my eyes at her. I don't need to be insulted, although I'm sure I deserve it. "How much did Tris tell you?"

"Enough," she crosses her arms.

"Is she okay? Where is she?" I ramble. "Is she staying with you?"

"She doesn't want to see you," Christina shrugs like she's sorry. "And no, I don't know where she's staying."

"How can you not know where where your best friend is staying?" I ask.

"How can you not know where she is?" Christina counters. "You live with her! You were planning on marrying her! Plus," she adds. "She said she would be a third wheel if she stayed with Will and I."

"Were?" I ask. I slide down the cold rock wall till I'm sitting on the ground. "She doesn't want to marry me anymore."

"I never said that…" Christina says in a gentler voice. She sits down next to me and punched my shoulder. "Stop this pity party. She'll talk to you when she's ready, she just needs space."

"It's been three days," I say holding up three fingers as if she doesn't understand. Because she doesn't. "Message received…"

"She's not breaking up with you," she sounds like she's saying this for the hundredth time. "Fine."

"Fine, what?" I ask.

"I'll talk to her."

"Thank you, Christina." I don't think I've ever said that to her before.

The door to the waiting room opens and I get up before I have to greet anyone. I decide to head to the pit, anxious to keep my mind busy. For some reason I find myself headed towards the tattoo parlor until I realize why. Tris is working there. We're done with the initiates so she should be back.

I stop mid step when I see a blond head through the window. Her hair looks a bit darker now that it's short, but I can still see the way the light reflects on her gold hair. When she turns I see her face.

I let myself get lost in her look, until someone eventually bumps into me. "Move it." At that moment, Tris looks up and the concentrated look she had on her face as she sketched falls. For a moment we just stare at eachother, but then she gets up and ducks her head, trying to blend into the crowd.

I start to follow her and eventually I find her above the pit near the glass ceiling. She knows I hate heights, so she doesn't want to talk, but I just can't stand being so close to her yet not trying.

She's sitting on the edge with a drink in her hand as she tucks her pencil behind her ear.

Mel POV

I watch as Realm pulls his pants back on and I head down to the pit. I saw Four here, and although I am having some fun with Realm, Four is who I really want. I'm headed down the stairs when I notice the handsome figure in the corner of my eye.

I look up. When I see him though, he's not alone. Six is with him. He seems scared to go near her. Six stands abruptly. I can't hear what she's saying, but I know she's yelling.

Four takes a step closer to her and runs his hands through his hair. I see his lips move and when they stop he seems mad. They both just stand there for a moment until Tris throughs the drink she had in her hand at him.

He doesn't even flinch as the liquid hits his face and soaks his clothes. He simply puts his head down and closes his eyes. He looks defeated. I want to hurt Sic for making him feel that way.

They both just stand there. Four raises his arm and holds it out to Six. He looks ridiculous with his wet clothes and his untamed beard. The hair on his head seems to go every direction with no part.

I see the corner of Six's mouth twitch. She quickly wipes at her eyes. She says one last thing and then turns and leaves.

I go to talk to Four, but he's gone in the blink of an eye.