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Tris POV

"It's a nice day, isn't it?" Four asks. We are currently walking on a path in the park, right by the lake.

"It looks like that duck just got rejected, it looks really angry," I say.

Four laughs, and says, "It does."

We come up near a bench, the bench, and sit down. Memories flood back. "You probably want an explanation for why we are walking through a park making fun of a duck's love life," I say.

"I don't mind, Tris," Four says, "I like to spend time with you."

"I'm just going to start from the beginning, okay?" I say, and exhale. I don't know why I said that I would tell him. But he nods, and I begin.

"I was born on October 25th," I start, "I have a brother, Caleb, who is 10 months older than me, but a year ahead in school."

"I have lived in Chicago my whole life, in the same house. I used to be a normal kid, with a normal life and a normal family. A mother, a father, a brother, life was good. Our neighbors, Susan and Robert, would always play with Caleb and I."

"My dad would always take me to this park when I was younger. We came every weekend, up until I started middle school. It was just me and him, some alone time away from everything else. It was always nice here, a little escape from life." I start to choke up a bit, but Four grabs my hand and rubs circles in my palm. It calms me.

"Middle school started. My parents always had my brother and I go to DAA; that's where they went to school when they were younger."

"On my first day, I made friends with a girl named Katie. She was one of those girls that probably deserved to be on the cover of a magazine, she was perfect. We went to different elementary schools, and she introduced me to all of her friends."

"We were friends for a while, sixth and seventh grade. We would always hang out afterschool, go to parties together, one year we went on vacation together. Life was good."

"Then eighth grade started, and things were different. It didn't feel the same around my friends, they weren't as open as they used to be. I didn't think much of it at the time, I still spent time with them."

"One day after school, I came home and Caleb asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said no, I had never liked boys before, in eighth grade they were all still so immature. Caleb believed me, but he said he heard a rumor at school and wasn't sure."

"I went to school the next day, and forgot about what Caleb said. Robert, my neighbor and childhood friend, came up to me, and tried to sweet talk me. He had liked me since we were children, but I didn't think much of it. I pushed him off like always, and continued on with my day."

"I never knew that Katie, my best friend at the time, liked Robert. She had never told me, how was I supposed to know? But she sat at a different lunch table that day."

"I learned later that Robert started a rumor that we were dating, even though we weren't. Katie was mad at me for it, and hated me from that point. The whole time I was clueless."

"She got the rest of our group on her side, and suddenly I had no friends. I didn't know why they started hating me at the time, I thought that I did something wrong. I didn't know it was all because of that dumb rumor."

"Robert still went after me, tried to get me to like him. I always declined, I never understood why he liked me at all. It stayed that way until the middle of freshman year."

"Katie had gotten a different boyfriend at that point, his name was Al. He was the starting quarterback for the football team, unheard of for a freshman. Al started going after me too, trying to get my number, complimenting me. He was turning into Robert, always trying to get me to like him. I wasn't interested."

"Robert was really mad when he found out about Al. He told Katie that I was hooking up with Al, which was completely untrue. I never even liked him, but Katie still got really mad."

"It was bad enough that Robert didn't like her because of me, now Al too. Katie and her friends started to take out their anger on me. They would push me into lockers when they got the chance, call me a bitch or slut, or whatever else they could think of. It hurt, but I thought it was just part of high school. I still didn't know it was because of Al."

"One day I came home from school with huge bruises on my arms. That day, they shoved me into the locker so hard that I fell down, and they started to kick me and step on me. There wasn't much I could do to defend myself. Caleb asked me about it, and when I told him it was Katie, he told me all about how she hated me because of Al."

"I thought things would get better of I was blunt with Al and just told him that I wasn't interested. He was still going out with Katie, he would be fine. It was the last day of school, I told him that I didn't like him. I forgot about it over the summer."

"Sophomore year started, and things were better. I mean, I still had no friends, but Katie and her friends stopped. One day, I stayed after school to make up a test. I was leaving the school when I was blindfolded, and dragged into a closet. It was Al and Robert, I think you can imagine what they wanted."

"I started to panic, but I fought my way out. My mom had taught me self-defense when I was younger, it came in handy that day. I left the closet and they were both unconscious."

At this point, my phone rings. I smile at Four, who looks like he is about to explode in anger, and answer the phone. It's Caleb.

"Where are you Tris? You need to come home," he says.

"Okay, I'll be there soon," I say, and hang up.

I turn to Four and say, "Sorry, looks like that's it for today. Maybe I'll finish another time."

"You are so brave and strong, you know that?" Four says.

I blush, and say, "I didn't finish the story, you still don't know so much."

"I don't care, you fought your way out from them, you didn't let them control you. That's amazing," he says. I don't know why he is complimenting me, I don't deserve it.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Four," I say, standing up. He lets go of my hand, he was holding onto it while I was telling the whole story.

He stands up too, and says, "Thank you."

"Thank you for what?" I ask. What would he be thanking me for?

"For letting me in, for letting me know a bit about you," he says.

"I feel like I can trust you," I say, "That's why I told you, and I'm still not finished."

"Can I ask you something?" he says. I nod, and he continues, "Will you meet me for dinner or something on Saturday?"

I smile, and say, "Sure, I can finish the story then."

I give him my phone number, and then say, "Good night, Four."

I turn around and start to walk away as he says back, "Good night, Tris."

Four POV

We are at the park, walking along the path. Tris hasn't said anything to me since we left the gym, and I don't know where we're going. I decide to make small talk, and say, "It's a nice day, isn't it?"

"It looks like that duck just got rejected, it looks really angry," she says, referring to the duck in the lake. It is swimming around fuming, she's right.

I laugh, and say, "It does."

I feel myself becoming increasingly nervous as we walk. I like to be with her, and be near her, but I'm nervous about what she is going to tell me. It can't be that terrible, but there must be a reason that she is keeping it a secret. But I can't help but think that there must be a reason that she is telling me.

She stops as we come up to a bench, and we sit down, side by side.

"You probably want an explanation for why we are walking through a park making fun of a duck's love life," Tris says. She looks uneasy, and I would be too if I told someone about my past.

"I don't mind, Tris," I say, trying to calm her, "I like to spend time with you." I don't want her to feel like she has to tell me. I would like to know, but I don't want to rush her. I enjoy just being in the park with her.

"I'm just going to start from the beginning, okay?" she says. I can tell that she wants to do this, and so I let her.

While she is telling the story, I can't help but wonder whether or not I should tell her about my life. I don't know, honestly, she is telling me her life story right now and I can't even tell her my real name. I trust her, but I don't know if she is ready.

She starts to choke up, and I take her hand, rubbing circles to soothe her. The slightest touch makes me feel alive, the heat of her hands is radiating through my veins. I wish I could stay here holding her hand forever.

When she first mentions Robert, I tense up. I don't know if she noticed. I don't like the thought of another boy near Tris, trying to be with Tris. Even though we aren't together, I want to be, and I don't want her with anyone else.

At the mention of Al, I become even angrier. I want to find them, hunt them down, beat them and yell at them for even being near Tris.

Katie is terrible, also, I hate what she did to Tris. She doesn't deserve it, any of it, yet it happened, and I feel bad. I don't let it show, though, Tris is strong. She doesn't need pity.

As she is retelling how Robert and Al basically kidnapped her, I felt myself fuming. I am so angry that this happened, anyone but Tris. The fact that they tried to get to her makes me hate them even more. My grasp on her hand tightens, I want her to know that I am here, that it is okay.

Her phone rings, cutting off the story right after that event. I am still heated from hearing about it, but it is so brave that Tris fought her way out. It's amazing, she is so strong and she doesn't even know it.

"Sorry, looks like that's it for today. Maybe I'll finish another time." she says.

I decide to tell her. "You are so brave and strong, you know that?" I say.

She blushes, it is so cute when she blushes, and says, "I didn't finish the story, you still don't know so much."

It doesn't matter. Nothing that she could tell me would change the way I feel about her. "I don't care, you fought your way out from them, you didn't let them control you. That's amazing," I say.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Four," she says, standing up. I let go of her hand, and immediately notice the lack of warmth.

"Thank you," I say, just realizing how amazing it was for her to tell me. It must've been hard for her, reliving those events through words. Yet she told me, trusted me, and I am grateful.

"Thank you for what?" Tris asks. She really has no clue, really.

"For letting me in, for letting me know a bit about you," I say.

"I feel like I can trust you," she says, "That's why I told you, and I'm still not finished."

I feel brave all of the sudden, like I can ask her and show my feelings for her. I don't think this counted as a date, but I want to be with her again, alone.

"Can I ask you something?" I say. She nods, and I continue, "Will you meet me for dinner or something on Saturday?" I am nervous, nervous for how she will respond. What if she doesn't feel the same way?

I am flooded with relief when she smiles, and says, "Sure."

"I can finish the story then," she adds.

She gives me her phone number, and I am over the moon. Nothing, nothing in the world could get me out of this good mood. I wouldn't be surprised if I am still smiling this big tomorrow morning.

"Good night, Four," Tris says.

I want to give her a hug, a kiss, anything, but it is too late. She turns around and leaves as I say, "Good night, Tris."