AN sorry about my little out burst guys.. just some people love the ruin my night. thanks to those who cared, means a lot! Anyways what you want ! A long juicy chapter.
UNKOWN POV
I go up to her, "You have two seconds to get your fucking hand off me." she spits. Yep, this is Tris Prior in the flesh!
"Thats not very nice," I say as she turns to me. Shock written on her face. She yells, "you!"
BEATRICE PRIOR
"Tris, come on its time to get some rest."
"But!" I complain, something I did a lot when I was 14.
"Bed, now" he argues.
"okay.. Can I HAVE A STORY. please!" I exclaimed.
He cautionsly looks outside, scared almost. But I've never, in all 14 years I ve know him ever seen him, well scared. He starts to tell a story but is sudenly interupted.
"Now, hide her! They're comming!" Some frantic man yells. Who? Whose comming? Why? Next thing I know I'm being shoved in the back of a closet. "HE-" I"m shushed before I can continue.
"Where is she?" A strang man asks.
"Where's who?" He questions.
"You know damn well who I'm talking about!" The man shouts.
He scowers the room for me, "WHERE THE HELL IS SHE!" He's furious. I supress my giggles.
"Caleb Prior you better tell me where she is!" The next thing I hear is the sound of a gun and a limp body hitting the floor. I bite my hand and try not take a sound. No, no, no, no, not Caleb.
"That's right slut, I've shot your brother and your next. Just wait you can't hide forever." He shouts as he walks out the room. I hear the sound of the police but I'm too frozen to move it feels like centeries until the police open the door. I see him, he looks so peaceful. I run over to him.
"OMG! Caleb it was so scary. You wouldn't believe how scared I was!" I look at the officers and they all have a look of pity on their faces. I wonder why. A lady walks up to me, "Hey, Tris. Can you show me to the kitchen honey please? Thank you" I take her down to the kitchen, and start to run back up the stairs.
"Honey wait!" She calls out to me. I stop, "We should call your mother and tell her." she says. I nod my head and tell her the number. She dials the number and I run upstairs to talk to Caleb but he's gone. He left, "where did he go?" I ask the police.
"A place where he shouldn't be.." One answers.
"Oh, okay." I reply, these people are so confusing. I see blood on the floor, it's kinda making me sick..
That's the last thing I remember from that night. Later I learned Caleb died protecting me but I know who killed him. The police can't find him but that voice haunts my dreams. And it will be for a while because I'm looking at it. I wouldn't even want to call him a person anymore. So many things run through my mind but only one things stays. He killed Caleb. My brother, and threatend to killed me too. He sees the blank look on my face and I feel something sharp dig into my back. I wince.
"Hello, Tris." he says.
"Don't talk to me." I spit.
"Walk with me." He commands. I slowly get up and he rapidly looks around.
"What scared the police are gonna find you? I hope you rot in jail you nasty son of a bitch!" I whisper yell. "Get the fuck out of my sight and take that knife off me. NOW!" People look at us, but I don't care.
"Stop, that's no way to talk to yo-"
I cut him off, laughing. "Don't give me all that bullshit."
His eyes look like he wants to slit my throat. "By the way, no weapons at school!" I smirk. He's SUPER mad now.
"What do you want anyways" I growl.
His answer shocks me, "forgiveness." He's crazy. There is no other option.
"Your kidding me right? How could I forgive a monster like you!" I shout. "I'd rather die than ever forgive you!
I see hurt written on his face, but I have no sympathy for such a monster, but sadly this monster is better known as Andrew Prior. Or my father. The man who killed his son after a cocaine over does.
"I'm your father, please." He begs.
I snort, "Apperently you didn't think about that when you pulled the trigger on your son, daddy." He flinches, and I walk away. I can feel the tears gathering like pools in my eyes. I let them run as I look at my phone. I start to dial the number but then I stop, his face flashes before my eyes. I throw my phone down and walk to my car. I pull out of the parking lot an ddrive down to the cementary to visit him. God, what would Caleb do right now?...