A/N Hey guys! So I'm sick right now and I sound kind of like a cow on heroin. Like it's bad. Anyway I hurt my foot and hip at dance class the other night and my foot's all bruised and my hip feels like it's about to pop out of my body. That's all. Enjoy!

Tobias POV

As midnight rolls around, Tris still isn't home. I wonder is she saw that girl come up to me and Zeke. She started to flirt with me and I tried to get away as nice as I could, although I really don't need to because I am technically single. The door in front of me swings open and I see Tris stagger in, shut the door, and lean against the wall. She looks up at me and furrow her eyebrows in confusion.

"Who're you?" she stammers.

"Tobias…" I answer, standing up and dropping my newspaper on the coffee table. She nods and stumbles over to the counter and grasps it for balance.

"Ohhhh!" she says holding up her hand. "You're my ex-something or another."

"Wait, Tris. Are you drunk?" I ask, walking closer to her. She scoffs and stares lazily at me.

"I swear to drunk I'm not God. Like…ugh." she hits my shoulder weakly as if trying shove me. As she turns to walk into our bedroom I notice a piece of crumbled paper in her hand.

"What's this?" I ask, pulling the paper from her hand. Before she really even notices it's gone I unfold the paper and see it's a phone number and the name Alex scrawled above it. Even though we've broken up and she's allowed to see whoever she want, it breaks my heart to know that she might start seeing someone else.

"Give that back!" Tris suddenly yells, snatching the paper from my hand. "Oh and I found out, that this apartment was bough in my name. So I'm kicking you out," Tris mutters gesturing to the door. She doesn't stay long enough to see if I leave, just walks down the hall and locks herself in our room again. I know Tris probably won't remember this conversation in the morning so I don't leave the apartment. I take my usual spot on the couch and fall asleep.

A blood-curdling scream jolts me from my sleep that morning. I dart up from the couch and sprint down the hall. When I try to open the door but soon remember that she locked it. The sound of her screams is heart-breaking and the only thing I want to do is help her.

"Hey, Tris, it's me. You need to let me in, alright?" I say, trying to speak over her sobs.

"No! Y-you will h-h-hurt me." She stutters. So it was that nightmare. She rarely has the nightmare with me in it anymore. It always crushes me when she does.

"Tris, I won't hurt you." I say quietly. "I promise." the only sound that comes from the room is another sob. Knowing that she won't let me in, I run my hand along the top of the doorframe trying to find the pin to unlock the door. Once I find it and unlock the door, I carefully push it open and find Tris curled up on the floor with her hands covering her ears. Her breathing is so heavy is sounds almost as if she's hyperventilating. I crouch down in front of her and gently place my hand on her knee. She jumps and stares up at me.

"Don't touch me," she seethes while shoving my hand away. "And why are you still here anyway? Didn't I tell you yesterday that I'm kicking you out?" so she still does remember that.

"You were drunk last night, when you told me that. Are you sure it wasn't just the crazy talking?" I say raising my eyebrows. She scoffs and shakes her head.

"Please, I make my best decisions when I'm drunk. Well expect for accepting your proposal." she says as if thinking back to that moment last year.

"Wait, you had to get drunk to want to marry me?" I exclaim. She looks away briefly then nods.

"Yeah." she says plainly. I want to shout at her but I don't. "How did we get to this?"

"Get to what?" I say. Tris seems to be struggling but trying to hide it.

"This! Us arguing and me kicking you out. How is it something as stupid as kids bring us to this?" she sighs. I notice some tears well up in her eyes but she blinks them away. "God I hate us." is all she says before pushing herself up and limping towards the bathroom.

Tris POV

When I stand up I realize I forgot my cane in my bedroom but I don't bother to get it. I lock the bathroom door and sit on the closed toilet lid with tears threatening to spill over. I hate that after years and years of Tobias and I being together and seldom arguing we get here. I know it's partly my fault by reacting the way I did. But some is Tobias since he did overreact to my not wanting children. I hear the front door open and close so I slowly stand up and begin to get ready. Once I've finished putting on my makeup and getting dressed, I leave my room in search of breakfast. With my toast in hand, I move to sit down in one of the chairs and feel something in my back pocket. I shift a little and pull out a crumbled piece of paper. I recognize Alex's phone number and roll my eyes.

"Oh crap," I mutter and throw the paper onto the table. I met Alex last night when I went out with Christina. He's the one that gave me my first drink and brought me out to some atrium type thing. He wasn't very kind or attractive for that matter. In fact, I don't even remember getting his phone number. I roll my eyes again and bite into my toast.

A/N So thank you dear people for reading this story, it means a lot to me. So I just found out that my dance classes are going to be three days a week until further notice so I will not have a lot of free time to update. Plus I'm in the middle of building a cardboard boat with my friends and I'm super excited. Anyway thank you for reading! Ily and DFTBA!