A/N- hey guys.

Sorry for not updating yesterday. I guess updating four days in a row would be too much. I wasn't able to write in the car and then we got home too late for me to write a chapter without it being rushed. I'm sorry.

I'm also dead because of PINOF7 and I'm in a really good mood because of it, so that's why this chapter is kinda cute and nothing really bad happens. Basically, you can thank Dan and Phil for every time I don't kill someone.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer- I own nothing.

Tris' Point of View:

It's now Tuesday, two days since Four called me, dying on the floor in his apartment. I took him to the hospital and he got released earlier this morning.

I haven't really been able to talk to him about what happened since he's slept most of the time and my dads forced me to go to school yesterday while he was awake, but they agreed to let me stay home and bring Four to our house so I can help him until he is healed enough to live on his own again.

School was horrible yesterday. I was thinking about Four all day and couldn't concentrate in any of my classes. Everyone was asking where he was and I couldn't tell them. I don't know if Four would want them to know.

I also have no idea what happened and how he ended up bleeding and in pain. All I know is getting to his apartment and seeing my boyfriend laying in a pool of blood.

Four is staying in our guest room and has been sleeping ever since he got here. The doctors told me that was normal and just a side affect of the painkillers.

Noticing Four starting to move a little, I get up from the couch where I was sitting and walk over to him.

"Hey, Four." I say.

He slowly opens his eyes and smiles at me. "Hey." He whispers back.

He goes to stretch, but winces in pain as he moves. I pick up some of his painkillers and a bottle of water and I hand it to him.

He mumbles a 'thank you' and takes the painkillers.

"How are you feeling?" I ask.

"Like hell." He replies with a sigh.

"Can you tell me what happened?" I ask hopefully.

Four shakes his head. "It's nothing."

"Bullshit." I instantly cut him off. "If it was nothing, I wouldn't have shown up at your apartment to see you looking like you were attacked!" I exclaim.

"I'm okay, Tris. It's not the first time. And I doubt it will be the last."

"Four, please tell me. How will I be able to help stop this from happening again if you don't tell me?"

He sighs. "Just, please don't think of me as weak or feel that you need to feel sympathetic for me."

"Of course." I promise.

Four takes a deep breath as he starts his story. "I moved here to get away from my father. I finally saved up enough money to get an apartment and be able to survive in my own, even though I know it's the cowardly thing to do." He pauses for a second. I look into his eyes and I can see the pain behind this story. I take his hand and squeeze it reassuringly.

He smiles at me for a second, before continuing. "He's been really abusive towards me for a long time." I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand in shock. Even the thought of a parent abusing their child doesn't make sense to me. Why would you adopt a child just to make their life a living hell?

"Ever since my other dad died when I was younger, Marcus has been taking his hatred and anger out on me and there's nothing I could do about it. He liked to drink to forget, but he just got even angrier and beat me even more." He stops again. I can see how hard this is for him to tell this all to me.

I notice his eyes are becoming glassy with tears. "It's been going on for years and the day I finally left, I told him I was straight. He threw his beer bottle at my head. I could tell how much he hated me. I've never seen him waste any alcohol like that before." He wipes his eyes before continuing. "The other day, he showed up at my apartment, determined to kill me."

I'm crying now too. I haven't even known Four for long, but I don't know what I would do with myself if he died.

"I hardly was able to defend myself and he attacked me again and kept telling me how he was going to leave me to die so painfully the way he believes everyone like me should and I'm so scared he's going to actually try to kill other people just because they're straight."

I comfortingly and carefully wrap my arms around Four, making sure I'm not hurting him. "It's going to be okay. I'll protect you." I say.

He shakes his head. "No. I can't let him hurt you."

"It's okay, Four. I think making sure you're okay right now is more important than me."

"Tris," I cut him off.

"I'll be fine. We should take this to the police. One of Uriah and Zeke's dads used to study law, so he knows people and can get someone to help get him locked up."

"Who would actually believe it though?"

"I'm pretty sure all of the scars he left on you are evidence enough."

"Do you think they'll actually be able to stop him?"

I nod. "They will. I know they will."

"Thank you so much, Tris." He says, just before burying his face in his hands and shaking his head. "I thought it would be over. I thought I finally got away from him and could actually have a good life now. Why did he have to come back?"

I sigh. "I don't know. We will get him away though. You'll be okay, Four."

Four wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly, placing a soft kiss onto my lips. "Tris?" He asks.

"Yeah?"

"My actual name is Tobias." He tells me.

"Tobias" I repeat. "I like it."

"I like hearing you say it. It's nice to hear it not by my father when he's screaming at me and beating me."

"Do you want me to start calling you that?"

He nods. "Yeah. Just when we're alone though."

"Okay, Tobias. How would you feel about a movie marathon?" I suggest.

He smiles widely. "Sounds great."

I remove myself from his arm and put a movie on, pausing it before it starts and running downstairs to get a snack for us. I return to Tobias about a minute later with a bag of chips.

We crawl under the blankets of the bed together and sit in silence as we watch the movies, me only occasionally moving to put a new movie in.

After several hours of cuddling, eating chips, and watching the original three Star Wars movies, one of the Harry Potter movies, and a few Disney movies, Johnnie enters the room.

"You two are so cute." He laughs.

I groan. "Shut up, dad. What do you need?"

"Kyle and I were planning on ordering a pizza. Does that good for you two?"

Both Tobias and I nod.

"Alright. And Four?" Johnnie says.

"Yeah?" Tobias asks.

"You better be good to my daughter. You're adorable together, but you better not hurt her at all."

"I wouldn't ever think of it." Tobias replies, confidently.

"Good. Welcome to the family." Johnnie smiles and turns around and closes the door.

I rest my head back on Tobias' shoulder. "Tobias, you're so strong for getting away from him and dealing with him for so long. I'm so happy I've met you."

"I'm happy I've met you too. Thank you so much for everything you've done for me."

I turn my head and lean up, placing my lips into his. I can't help but notice that our lips fit perfectly together. They move together in sync for a few minutes until we break the kiss apart.

Gazing into Tobias' eyes, I can tell that there is no one else I would rather be with.

A/N- I hope you enjoyed that chapter.

I won't be updating tomorrow, but I'm almost positive I'll be able to on Tuesday.

I need to say that because if I promise that I'll update on a day, I'll feel really bad if I don't, so I most likely will write. I have a messed up logic. It normally works though.

Thanks for reading. Bye guys.