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Chapter 18:

TRIS POV:

As I walk downstairs, my feet thump loudly against the wood beneath me, giving the people a warning of my arrival. By the time I walk into the kitchen my mother and father are seating in their chairs staring at the door in which I walk through.

"Good evening," my father says, glancing at his watch to check the time.

I stay silent as I grab a banana and walk back towards the door. My mothers voice is the one to stop me, "Not so fast sweetie. Your father and I need to have a talk with you."

I scolf, chuckling a little to myself before speaking, "I'm pretty sure middle school beat you to it."

"Not that kind of talk," my mother huffs rolling her eyes, but not containing a small smile, "we and to have a serious talk."

I sigh looking around the room quickly before glancing back at my mother just as she pulls out the chair next to her, motioning for me to sit down. I do as intended, peeling my banana as I sit, taking slow bites.

"So… what did you want to talk about?" I question, getting annoyed with their silence.

My father looks to my mother, and I watch as they have a silent conversation with their eyes. Sooner or later my mom begins to talk, "So how have you and Tobias been?"

I raise my eyebrows at her random question about Tobias, but answer anyway, "We're good, but we are not technically in a relationship at the moment," I admit, "but, we still care for each other."

This time my father speaks, placing his arm gently on the table, "Well, your mother and I wanted to expand our options on getting you to the perfect health…"

"W-what do you mean?" I ask, my voice shaking a little from nervousness at what he will say.

"We were thinking that maybe if we aloud Tobias to come with you, you would be willing to go see a therapist." He admits, sliding a small slip of paper across the table.

I pick it up and glance at it, not giving it a second look before I'm standing, my chair screeching as it slides against the tiled floor. I glare at my parents, their faces not masking their surprised expressions.

"What the hell!" I begin yelling. "There is no way I am going to see a fucking therapist!"

"Beatrice! Watch your language!" My father shouts and I roll my eyes.

I glare daggers at him, because of course all he cares about is me cursing and not at all my opinion. My mother gently touches my arm, attempting to pull me back into my seat so they can finish their 'talk'. I rip my arm away, feeling only rage as I stare at both of them. I crumple up the therapists card in my hand, my hands balling into a fist so hard that I can begin to feel my nails getting blood underneath them.

My parents try to stop me as I run out the kitchen door, then out the front door, ignoring all of their protests. I know as soon as the cold breeze hits me that I have no clue where I'm going, so I let my legs lead me there.

It feels like an eternity has passed but it has only been about a hour, when I arrive at my subconscious's decided place. I don't recognize it at first, but once I see the car parked at the front of the house, I remember it as Tobias's house. I don't know why I'm here, or why I choose to walk a full four miles to his house, but once I'm at his front door. I suddenly can't stop myself from knocking.

After about three minutes of rapping on the wood door, I sigh, looking around the front of the house to find anything I can get in through. Just my luck, I find absolutely nothing, and instead decide to look around for a key to his door.

By the time its dark, which is only about ten minutes, I feel like giving up, sitting myself down on the porch swing. Not long after I seat myself, the garage door opens, a car quickly speeding out from the dark place, not even bothering to shut it. I sigh, getting up, presuming it was Marcus, not knowingly giving me a way in.

When I reach the garage door to inside the house, I smile as it pushes open, but before I slip in I press the button to shut the garage, keeping me safe as I go in. The house is eerie quiet, and I shiver as I climb the stairs towards Tobias's room, where he's hopefully just sleeping.

When I find myself outside his shut door, I'm not sure if I should knock or go in in case he's sleeping, but eventually I end up turning the door knob slowly, peering inside. The sight in front of me makes my heart burn with rage and sadness.

Tobias lies on the floor, his own blood pooling around him. A bloody belt is set next to his lashed body, each mark puffy with crimson red blood oozing out from them. I sink to my knees next to him, not caring about my sweats getting blood all over them, as well as my hands as I lay them on the back of his neck. His face is turned towards me, his eyes shut, but the slow movements of his breaths shows he's still alive.

I caress the back of his head, tears spilling from my eyes as I bring my hand back and the bloods is more abundant. I carefully rotate his skull to the other side seeing the back of his head, a few cuts buried in his hair, though easy to spot because of the blood.

I act quickly in getting up and running to the built in bathroom, looking under the sink to find the box full of bandages and cleaning equipment. I bring it back out into his room, as well as a black towel, that was folded neatly in his cabinet. As I come back out, I realize that, with the amount of blood he's lost, and how much he's got all over his pants, it would be nearly impossible to clean it off with a towel.

Instead, I use the towel for a different purpose, lying it out next to his body. It begins to soak up some of the blood as I go to the other side of him, placing both my hands on the side of his body, touching his ribs and part of his abs. I roll his entire body over onto his back, quickly rolling again, back onto his stomach, but also on the towel. I grab the towel next to where his feet are, dragging it towards the bathroom.

Once I get into the bathroom, I drag him towards the bathtub, walking around him and sliding my arms underneath his armpits. With all my strength I pull him up, and place him in the bathtub. My arms ache from the strenuous task, but I continue helping him, going out into his room and quickly cleaning the blood up. I take his fathers belt that was next to him and throw it out in the hallway, not bothering to clean off the blood.

As I get back into the room, I go to his dresser, pulling out all the drawers to find the one that hold his shirts, then his boxers and pants. I take a black t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and some red boxers out of his drawers, and walk back to the bathroom. I sat him upright in the bathtub, but it's pretty obvious that a bath is not an option with all the blood already pooling around him.

I reach for his pants, undoing his belt and unzipping his fly, I slowly slide his pants off, careful not to take his boxers off as well. Finally his pants come off his legs, and to my embarrassment, I realize that his boxers are as well soaked through with blood, making me have to pull those off as well, while shutting my eyes as tight as they will go. I try my hardest not to look at him as I take the shower head and turn it on, making sure it's the appropriate temperature.

Then I run the water over his body, making sure to get all the blood off his front side, then I turn him over gently, making sure not to hurt him even more. I wash all the lashes off, cleaning each one out till there is no more blood pouring out.

After probably thirty minutes of washing him off, I somehow pull him out of the bathtub, not really looking at his naked body. I put his legs in the clean boxers I got, pulling them all the way up while shutting my eyes tightly. I then take the sweatpants and pull them on the same way. After that I turn him over again taking the box of bandages, opening it and taking out the large wrap, small wrap, and a healing substance. I slather his back in the stuff, then I take the larger wrap and spin it around his torso, covering all his abs and up to his upper arm.

As I get his shirt from the counter, I hear him groan, but when I turn back around, his eyes are still closed. I shake it off, tossing his shirt over his head, gently pulling his arms through the sleeves. Finally, I take the smaller wrap and spin it around his head, making sure it's not covering any part of his face, just the cuts on the back of his head. He moans again, just as I'm pulling him out of the bathroom.

I don't bother trying to wake him up fully as I lie him in his bed. Instead I go back to wear his bloody clothes are, as well as the black towel, sprinting down the stairs and throwing them into the washer, that I found in a room next to the kitchen. After I start the wash, I go into the kitchen, looking through the cabinets for something Tobias and I can eat. Eventually I find some chocolate covered strawberries, stored in the fridge, and take them out.

I run back up the stairs, going straight to his room and closing the door. I place the box of strawberries on the top of the dresser, then look into his t-shirt drawer to find one I can wear. Surprisingly, I find one that allows me to take my pants off because it was so large, which also allows me to run back down the stairs and throw my bloody clothes in the washer as well.

When I get back into his room, he's still in the same spot I left him, and I walk over to the full length mirror positioned on the back of his door. I look at myself for a minute, reviewing the past hours in my head. I only turn around when I hear a rough voice speak from the bed.

"Tris?"

I spin around quickly, watching as Tobias begins to rub his temples while attempting to sit up. I make my way over to him, gently pushing him back down into the soft sheets. His deep blues eyes stare into mine as I reach back and pull his desk chair next to his bed so I can sit.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, thankfully staying the position I put him in.

"You look like hell, Tobias. We have to tell someone." I speak, ignoring his previous question.

"We aren't going to tell anyone, this is usual for me." He sighs. "Tris, this happens at least once a week."

I gape at him, "What? This happens at least once a week? It was never this horrible when we were little."

He mutters something under his breath, not looking at me any more. I scoot closer to his bed, gently placing my hand on his.

"Tobias, this is serious. He could kill you." I tell him, leaning in closer.

"I know that, Tris, but you can't tell anyone, please." His voice is soft but scratchy at the same time.

I didn't even realize I'm crying until he whips his thumb underneath my eyes, getting the tears the trickle down my face. I stare into his eyes as he does the same, his beautiful eyes full of love and pain.

I don't know what else to do but to pull him into a gentle hug, him gripping me like I'm his lifeline.

So, I've been getting asked personal questions about myself, and I was wondering if all of you wanted to know me better or anything. If you have a question about my personal life or what I look like or what ever it is, ask it in the reviews and I can answer it in the next update. So with that said, Please Review!

~Divergent24-7