Tris

He's drunk. Completely wasted. I saw him looking at Nita like she's a piece of Dauntless cake. I don't even want to be in the same room with him. I may not have to be since it's taking him an extremely long time to unlock the door. I'm surprised he even managed to walk here without falling into the chasm. I've seen him drink before. I remember during initiation when I told him he shouldn't drink by the chasm. He seemed really relaxed. He definitely had his guard down. But I've never seen him like this.

I go into the bathroom to change out of these uncomfortable clothes that Christina made me wear and to wash all of this crap off of my face. She went a little overboard this time. I didn't want to say anything because I just wanted to keep her mind off of Uriah, but I don't even look like myself. By the time Tobias gets into the apartment, I've taken a complete shower and sitting on the bed with my arms folded.

He stumbles inside, almost knocking over the lamp that he bought so that I would be able to see if I had to get up in the middle of the night. He reeks of alcohol and his eyes are bloodshot. I don't like seeing him like this.

"What is wrong with you?" I say, my voice cracking slightly.

"Me?" he stumbles over the two letters like they're fifty. "You're the one that's no fun."

I cringe listening to his slurring words.

"Oh, I'm no fun because I don't want to drink more alcohol than a fish drinks water? Or is it because I don't look at other men like they're pieces of steak?" I scream.

This seems to spark his interest. His eyes open wider and his face becomes harder. He wears the Instructor-Four mask but this time it's not an expression that he put on to guard his real emotions. This time, it's purely out of anger.

"So what if I want to have some drinks?" he yells. "What, I can't have fun and unwind a little bit? It's not like I haven't been stuck here for days because you came back."

"Well, I'm terribly sorry that I got out of the hospital and interfered with your life and your new girlfriend."

"Stop talking about her! You don't know anything about her. You judge her so easily without even knowing the truth! What if she is my new girlfriend?"

His words are slurring but I have no trouble making out what he's saying. There's nothing that could stop the knife that just went through my chest.

"Well, Tobias Eaton," I say his name slowly, "if you want to push me away like Marcus, your father, did to Evelyn, your mother, then go ahead."

He hates people referring to Marcus and Evelyn as his father and mother. Even though he's trying to mend his relationship with his mom, he thinks that a mother is someone who takes care of you and is apart of your family, not someone that shows up one day because they gave birth to you. His eyes darken and his brows furrow. The look on his face is similar to the one that he wore the night that Al, Drew and Peter attacked me. Heat radiates from his body and I see every muscle in his body tighten. He comes closer to me, so close that I can almost feel him breathing. Suddenly, he swings his fist. His forceful blow knocks a hole in the wall that's merely centimeters away from my face.

I duck around him and run to the front door. I don't worry about him catching me. I've always been faster than him. And tonight, I'm sure that even an Amity could outrun him. I slam the door behind me and continue running through the winding paths. I don't stop running until I'm at the chasm and out of breath. Hot tears stream down my face. I hadn't even noticed they were there. My entire body feels numb in a way that I've never felt before. I've been through so much, felt so many emotions, been through so much pain, but I have never felt an ache in my chest like this one.

When I've finally caught my breath and can feel my limbs again, I walk slowly to Christina's. I take my time getting there. I have to mentally prepare myself to lie to a Candor's face and get away with it. I don't want her to know that there's anything wrong. If I tell her what happened, she will instantly hate Tobias again. Right now, I hate him. At least, I want to. But I don't need anyone else telling me why I need to. I know exactly why I need to. I know why I want to. I also know why I can't. Tobias is the only family that I have left. He has been by my side through everything. Even when we had our problems, neither one of us wanted to give up. Tobias is my strength. Tobias is my bravery. Tobias is my selflessness. Tobias is all that I have.

I finally make it to her door. I knock lightly and I hear cursing on the other side of the door.

"Oh, hey Tris!" she laughs as she opens the door. "Sorry, I almost died on my way to the door."

"Is everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah," she laughs again. "I tripped over my shoes."

She holds them up beside her head and crosses her eyes. It's a good thing that she's drunk because if she wasn't she would notice my red eyes and puffy cheeks.

"Come in, come in!" she yells cheerfully. "So, what do you want to do?"

"I was thinking go to sleep, actually," I try to smile. "I'm really tired."

"Don't be such a stiff," she giggles.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I roll my eyes.

I walk past her and lay down on the couch. I close my eyes tightly and try to forget everything that's happened. But when I close my eyes, all I see are Tobias's.