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Four's Pov:
I hear the voice that has haunted my childhood for far too long. I get up off of Tris and come to face my father.
"What are you doing here?" I sneer at him. He looks at me flustered for a second but then his face changes into a fake smile. "I just came to check up on you but you seem to be doing fine." He says to me. I chuckle slightly. Tris comes up and stands next to me.
Marcus looks down to her and I start to feel extremely over protective of her.
"Who is this Tobias?" He asks me skeptically. I glare at him and Tris looks at me worriedly.
"She is my girlfriend." I growl at him. He smirks, "Oh Tobias you could do so much better then this twig." He says and grabs her skinny wrist, that's when I snap.
"She is my girlfriend and means everything to me. You have no right to tell me who I can date and who I am not allowed to." I retort. Tris looks up at me with her blue eyes, which I love so much. "Look at her, she's a slut, she's not even pretty. You could date a curvy girl with so much more potential then her." My mind is furious, I have so many thoughts going through my head. I don't even reply but hit my dad right in the face. Tris screams and I stand there shocked. He falls and holds his nose.
"You fucker!" He screams. Tris stands there not doing anything probably recovering from everything negative that was said about her. My mind finally is able to recover and remember what is going on. Marcus is still on the ground holding his nose. Tris comes over and gives me a hug, I hold her as tightly as I can. I feel myself starting to break down, "Shh it's okay Tobias, It's only me here. Don't be afraid to let your guard down." She whispers into my ear. I let my body break down, my body is shaking. Tris starts rubbing my back. I pull away, she smiles at me slightly. "I'm so proud of you."
"Why I hit him in the face." I tell her, she shrugs her shoulders.
"You still stood up to him." I realize that the only way that I was able to do that was because of her.
"You know it was only because of you right." I grin at her. She blushes. Marcus gets up and is about to say something to me. "Don't say anything, just get the fuck out of my house."
"But Tobias, I'm your father." He tries pleading with me. I shake my head and point;
"You lost the right to have the title father years ago." I say to him.
"I'll be back, I'd watch your little friend over here." He says and walks out the door. I head back over to the couch and sit down. I let out a sigh. Zeke and Shauna come down the stairs and Zeke looks pissed.
"What the fuck went on down here? All I hear is a scream and Shauna said that it sounded exactly like Tris." Shauna looks over to Tris and she just hides her face.
Tris climbs into my lap and I put my arms around her.
"Well we had an unexpected visit from my ungodly father." I say truthfully. Zeke looks at me with the look of pity because he knows all about my awful childhood.
"What is so bad about your father?" Shauna asks.
"Why don't you get Will, Christina, Marlene and Uriah and I'll explain everything." I announce. Zeke goes back upstairs with to get everyone. They all come and sit down looking a little worried about what I'm about to tell them.
"Okay so if you guys didn't hear the scream earlier it was about my disgusting father. So anyways when I was a little boy my father would beat me with his belt and would lock me in closest without dinner most nights. When he would get bored of that he would make me hang on the roof even when it was raining, and would make me stay there til I was hanging by two fingers." I say. I feel like everything has been lifted off my shoulders.
"Where was your mother when all of this was happening?" Marlene asks slightly confused looking. Tris rubs my back encouraging me. I take a deep breath and finish what I started. "So my mother was ruthless two. She didn't physically abuse me but she most definitely emotionally abused me. She would say that I'm worthless and had nothing to really live for. Also that I was terrible at sports and I had no future career with them." I say. Christina is basically crying same with Marlene and Shauna. Tris is just staring blankly because of what happened with her childhood.
"You sure proved them wrong didn't you." Uriah says trying to lighten the mood. Zeke smacks him on the back and that makes us all laugh.
"You guys I'm really tired." Tris yawns. I laugh at her and she hits me. "Ow." I grab my arm knowing I'll probably have a bruise in the morning. She smiles at me.
"Carry me to my room." She says, I don't complain or argue with her.
"Night guys, tomorrow we are going paint balling." Zeke calls out to us.
"Night! Oh, we'll be ready." Tris says back to him while wrapping her skinny arms around me neck, I put one arm underneath her legs and the other one underneath her back. We walk up to the second floor but she shakes her head.
"I'm staying with you tonight." She grins.
"Okay." I say sarcastically.
"I'm not joking. Go to your room you piece of crap." she smiles. I shake my head and continue up the stairs carrying my 120 lb. Girlfriend. Finally we reach my room, I set her down and she looks around my black room. Her eyes stop when she she's the word; FEAR GOD ALONE.
"What does that mean?" She asks me.
"To me it means that you only need to be afraid of god no one else." I tell her.
She giggles and climbs into bed. I shake my head and jump in after her. We have a kiss but I linger there longer then I know I should. She smiles, we start making out and it gets pretty heated. She pulls away and yawns.
"Time for Trissy to go night night." I say in a baby voice. She gives me a vicious glare and I laugh. "You're lucky I don't hit you again."
"You wouldn't hit me." I say sarcastically.
"I already did Toby." She smiles and I wrap my arm around her hip while she tucks herself underneath my neck, we fall asleep peacefully together and fit together like we were meant to be.
