Learning To Let Them In

by aubreylovesthegames

Tris is broken. She is alive, but she isn't living. One day took everyone from her. She and her guardian, Tori, decide to move to Chicago for a fresh start. Tris pushes away everyone she meets, not wanting any 'friends', but that becomes a little difficult when the boy next door, Four, slowly starts to break her walls down, piece by piece. What will happen? Will Tris let them in?

8. Chapter 8

Yes…I know it's been a long time. But volleyball season ends on October 11! So in a little bit, I should be updating more often! I swear! And there will be a little bit of Fourtris in this chapter! I think I've made your Fourtris wait long enough!;) So that's really all I have to say…so without further ado, here is Chapter 8!:)

Disclaimer-

Me: Do it Zeke! I'm tired of it!

Zeke: Do I get your Dauntless Cake if I do? *Smiles evily*

Me: *Pretends to think about it* Ok! I promise to give you my Dauntless cake! *Says it while crossing her fingers*

Zeke: YES! *Didn't see her crossing her fingers* Ok, Aubrey doesn't own any of Divergent or the awesome ZEKE PEDRAD! Now give me your Dauntless cake!

Me: *Laughs evil while allowing her crossed fingers to show* BWA HA HA!

Zeke: NO! GIVE ME IT! I'm your bestest friend! Please?!

Me: Maybe...*Shoves whole thing in her mouth*

Zeke: *Tackles her*

Chapter 8

Tris POV

I keep running, ignoring everyone calling after me. Eventually, I find a dark hallway that I don't think anyone uses anymore. Either that, or no one knows about it. I don't have a problem with either situation.

I start walking now, convinced that no one is following me. I see several doors, and I try to open each one. Every door is locked except for the one furthest down the hallway. I open that one and walk in. It's dark and empty. It looks like really tiny. In fact…it looks TOO tiny to have been an actual room. I think this must lead to another room somehow. Maybe I'm wrong…but I don't think I am.

In Tori's house, I found a secret passageway leading to an awesome little room. It's not very big, but there were beanbag chairs and rugs. It was homey. I go there if I need some alone time. I think I'll probably go there today. Most likely. I don't ever get comfortable though. I don't deserve it. I shoved the chairs and rugs into a corner and left them there to gather up dust.

I found the room not too long ago. It was in the middle of the night when I had just woke up. I woke up because of my daily nightmare. I was trying not to wake Tori up, so I went out to the hallway and ran my fingers along the walls. As I was running my fingers across, I felt a little bump in one of the panels. I stopped and took a closer look and saw that there was a faded outline of a shape. I tried to pull it open.

I did get it open, but when I did, a big cloud of dust blew out of it. I left it open and got a rag, then went back to it and cleaned it up a little. Once I did, I saw a really tiny light at the bottom of it. I decided to investigate. I climbed in and started heading towards the tiny light. Once I got there I saw the little room. It was really cozy and made me feel peaceful for just a second. But then I remembered that I shouldn't deserve peace or coziness and shoved the rugs and bean bag chairs into a corner. I made sure to make it all black. Including the walls. It's the only color I will wear anyways.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I start searching for a crease or a crack in the walls. I mean, there has got to be a secret passage in here! The room can't be THAT small...can it?

I search for about 20 minutes and I almost give up when I feel a crack in the wall that doesn't run the same way as the other panels do. I start to push on it, but it won't budge. I try pulling, but it will won't budge! What else is there to try!

I think a little bit, then I think of sliding the panel. I've tried everything else so it has to be this! If this doesn't work then I must've been wrong about this passage way! I try sliding it to the left and the right. Back and forth, back and forth. I eventually hear a little creak, and start sliding harder.

I work on it for quite awhile, and it eventually opens enough for me to get through. I'm not sure whether to climb in or not though...if I go in I'm afraid I will never come back out. If I leave it open though, no one should close the door and it most definitely will not close on its own, judging on how hard it was to get it open. I decide that I will climb in. I mean, what have I got to lose? Absolutely nothing. Except for my life. But I would actually be grateful if this tunnel took my life. I wouldn't have to live my shitty life anymore. But I can only hope.

I start climbing in, and I'm lucky I don't eat much, because if I did, I wouldn't be able to fit in this thing. I start crawling farther and farther into the darkness and after a long, LONG, time, I finally see a light glowing of into the distance.

The tunnel ceiling starts to slant up, just enough so I can stand and walk the rest of the way. I keep moving, and I hear water. Water? I climbed all this way for WATER! Well, that's just my luck. Bad luck. It probably will never change.

Maybe I'm wrong…I mean, if this was kept a secret, surely there is something amazing. I think? I sure hope. I start walking again. I follow the sound of the water and I soon realize that this must be big, because the water now sounds like a waterfall or maybe even something bigger. I start to think about of all the things it could be, and at first I am thinking about turning back to the tunnel, but I have had enough cowardliness in my life already. I don't need to display anymore. With this thought in my head, I start to pick up my pace, hoping that it will be something worthwhile.

I finally get there and the sight makes me completely stop in my tracks. It's beautiful! There is rushing water, almost like a river. But…it's not a river; it is something more. The water runs forcefully, almost like it is saying, "Try to stop me. I dare you." There are jagged rocks running alongside it. Not something that normal people would try to approach. But I am obviously NOT normal because I go over to the rocks, searching for one to sit on. I am not normal for countless reasons, but I don't let myself focus on that…for now.

I eventually find a flat enough rock that looks like it could hold a couple of people…3 at the most. It's still pretty sharp at the edges, but it is just as sharp as the razor I face every night. So I'm not afraid of it. It doesn't look the sturdiest, but it will have to do. It's the sturdiest that I could find out of all the rocks. It is right next to the water, so I could put my hand down in it if I wanted to. But right now, I just stick my hand down far enough to feel the mist. It feels refreshing.

I walk around the rock trying to find a way to get on to it. At the back of it, I see that there are rocks smashed into the ground hard enough, that they are sturdy enough to step on as well. So I carefully step onto the rocks, and onto the flat one. I sit down and now allow my mind to think about whatever it would like. Surprisingly, my thoughts are silent right now. That's the first time. I guess this place helps to calm me down. I know my peace won't last forever though, so I keep looking around.

I look up and see a little bridge with railing at least 100 feet up from where I am. There is a walkway leading from the bridge to a big door…that's strange. I wonder if people know about that? If not, I'm happy that I could find a place where I could be alone. With my luck though, it's highly likely that someone else knows about this place. If they know about up top, it's not that bad I guess, but if they know about down here, then that's when it would become a problem for me.

The bridge up there seems like it was made to view this river thing. Then it hits me. It is probably a chasm. It is beautiful, but dangerous. It would take someone brave to come down to where I am. Right next to the water. But I'm not brave. That's my mother.

Mom would have loved this. But she's gone. Gone forever because of my selfishness, my stupidity, and my cowardliness. Same for Dad and Caleb. It's all my fault. I think everyone knows it, they just don't want to say it in front of me. They are all DEAD because of a monster. And that monster is me.

I start to sob. I usually wouldn't, but I know that no one is around, so I am pretty sure that it's safe. I sob and sob and sob. I sob for Mom, Dad, Caleb, my stupid, ugly, broken, little girl self. I sob for Tori, because of Eric, my old "friends", and the new possible "friends" here. I don't think I want any friends. It's too overwhelming. I don't need any boyfriends though…I'm afraid of it. I'm afraid they would turn out to be just like another Eric. I know it's stupid. But I don't care.

The animal-like noises are still coming from my mouth when I hear yelling. I pull my sleeve over my mouth to try and make my sobs quieter, because I know that I can't stop the sobs at this point. Once they come, you can't go back. I know this from experience. The yelling becomes louder and louder and soon I can hear what they are saying. "Tris! TRIS! Where are you! Please!" they yell. I can pick out certain voices from the group. I can hear Christina, Four, Shauna, Marlene, and Tori. Wait-TORI! Oh no. I'm screwed. When I go home, I have a feeling that I am going to be in deep shit. Whoops.

But even this can't make my sobs silence. In fact, my sobs get harder, as they come closer. I shove my shirt sleeve farther and farther into my mouth, but it doesn't do much good. I hear Tori yell, "Tris!" She is using her angry voice. She knows I'm here somewhere. This can't be good. What threat will she use this time? "TRIS! DON'T MAKE ME USE YOUR FULL NAME!" she yells. Wow. That's the best she could come up with? I know that she would never do that to me, no matter HOW angry she is.

I hear their footsteps come closer and closer until they are right on top of me. They are on the bridge. Okay, so they must know about the bridge. But I sure hope they don't know about the passageway down here. I would be even more screwed over if Tori found out that I was hiding from them the whole time. Oh boy. I'm suddenly very glad that they can't see me from their view on the bridge. Thank you only sturdy rock.

"Where is she? I hope she is ok!" That was Christina. "OH, she's fine. She's just hiding. What happened exactly? Why did she run off in the first place?" Tori. "I don't know. She was eating an apple one minute, then tears filled her eyes and she got up, threw her apple in the trash, which was only half-eaten, and ran. I don't think I've ever seen someone move faster." Shauna… "Ya. She was sitting right next to me the whole time. The next thing I knew, she was off like a light." Four. Wait-what? FOUR! Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. This can NOT be happening to me!

"You know what? We probably aren't doing much good together. How about if we split up? That way we can cover more area." That was Tori. Even though I can't see her, I know that there is a worried expression on her face. I can tell by the tone of her voice. "I think that's a good idea. Since we've already covered this area, should we leave this place and search other areas?" Shauna. "Ya, I think that would be a good idea Shauna." Tori again. "Ok. Then what are we waiting for? Let's go! No time to waste!" And that was Christina.

I hear the footsteps walking away from the bridge and off to who knows where. Once I think it's safe enough, I remove my sleeve and let my sobs run freely once again. I don't know how long I am sobbing for, but I bet it is a while. I suddenly hear "Tris? Tris! Is that you!?" Oh shit. That was FOUR! I hear his footsteps coming closer, and this time, they aren't on top of the bridge. How much worse can this day get!? First, I run off. Then I know that I am screwed when I face Tori. Then, just when I thought I was in the clear, someone ends up knowing the same passageway that I just found! AND, IT WAS FOUR! Ok. Life must really hate me. I know I messed up too big a couple of years ago, but really?! Just cause I can't let it go doesn't mean that Karma or life has to come back to get me every minute of my life! Ugh.

I once again shove my already soaking shirtsleeve into my mouth and wait. If he comes close enough, I will try to make a run for it. Although if he does come to where I'm at, it isn't very likely that I will get away. Karma really is a bitch sometimes. But life is a whore. Karma is a bitch and life is depressing. And what a slut time is. She screws everybody.

I keep on sobbing into my shirt sleeve, hoping and praying that he won't find me. But I should know, my prayers are never answered. Never. Not even when it is life or death. That shows you how much God loves me. Note the sarcasm.

"Tris?" He says. Then he suddenly comes out of the tunnel door. Of course someone else knew about this place. Four. Of course. Thank you God! Once again, note the sarcasm. If he comes close enough, I will try to make a run for it. Although if he does come to where I'm at, it isn't very likely that I will get away. I hear him coming closer and closer and I can actually see him heading right towards me! Oh no. If I'm going to make a run for it, now would be the time.

I get up off my rock as fast as I can and start to run. I wasn't very careful though, because I got off on the sharp side of the rock, instead of the less dangerous side. I feel a sharp stinging on my left leg. It feels like it is on fire and it hurts like hell. I know this can't be good. I still keep on running though.

I'm not as fast now because of my leg. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I am pretty sure that I either cut it or scraped it. I'm limping while I run so it is more of a walk than a run. I feel something wet start to drip down my leg and immediately know that it's bleeding. My suspicions were right; I did cut it. I cut it deep too. I hear fast footsteps catching up to me. I know that I can't beat him at this pace, but I am still gonna keep running. He's catching up to me…and fast. I know it's only a matter of seconds before he can grab me. I. am. SCREWED.

I hear him yell, "Tris! Wait! Please! I don't know what happened, but I know something isn't right! Please let me help you!" I know he is just trying to be nice, but I can't take it right now. Nice has completely vanished from my life after that day. I don't deserve it. This just makes my tears stream down heavier than before. Damn me and all these tears. Why does life have to always turn against me!?

I hear him right behind me. "Tris. Stop." The burning in my leg is getting more painful by the second. I still try to keep walking, but I soon collapse on the ground. I would try to get back up, but I can't. I'm too tired and weak to do anything right now, other than look at the ground while tears keep streaming down my face. They are slowing down, but I know that it's not the end of my tears.

I can see him kneel down in front of me. "Listen, I'm not sure what happened back there, but I need to help. I don't know what happened to make you run off like that. I don't know how you found this place. I don't know a lot of things about you yet. But that's the thing. I don't need to know. The only thing I need to know is that I can help you. Please, just this once, let me help you."

The gentleness in Four'd voice makes me want to burst out sobbing all over again. It reminds me of Caleb and Dad. Their voice would always be like that when I was hurt or sick. That voice would make me want to break out into tears. It's the same with Four.

But there is something about him that makes me feel like I can trust him. My instincts are telling me not to trust anyone ever again, while my mind and body are saying that I'm too weak to do anything but accept his help. So that's what I do. Sort of.

After thinking all of that, I start to sob again. I try to stuff my sleeve into my mouth, but I can't even do that without feeling like I'm going to pass out. I think I've had too much blood loss. I don't care though. I hope it takes me somewhere from Earth, so I can be with Mom and Dad and Caleb again. I hope Four doesn't notice my leg, but of course, being perfect Four, he just HAS to notice the gash.

"Tris...let me look at the wound. Please." Four says. I look into his eyes and see a pleading and worriness inside. He looks genuinely concerned about me. I know that he wouldn't let me die on the spot, so I oblige. It's not something worth fighting about. Like I have any fight left in me at this point.

I look at him and nod my head. He asks me, "Tris, can you walk?" I know I can't, but I nod my head yes again and try to stand up. I'm stubborn and I know it. I'm not gonna lie. I know this isn't the time or place to be stubborn, but I can't help it. I feel so helpless and I hate it. I push myself up on my knees, then slowly try to rise. I can feel myself getting paler and paler by the minute. I finally get to a standing position, leaning mostly on my right leg.

"You ok Tris? Are you sure you can walk? I can carry you if I need to. You are scaring me! You are deathly pale!" Four exclaims all at once. I love that he is only genuinely concerned, but it annoys me nevertheless. I want to do something on my own! I nod my head yes and take a deep breath, preparing myself for the next painful step.

"Ok...Tris. We need to move so I can look at it. I'm afraid you're gonna pass out right here, right now. Please start walking towards the rock where you first were." Four says. I nod my head and start to walk. I take the first step with my left leg and am amazed by how painful it is. I can feel the blood rush out of my face as quick as a rocket. It is kind of scaring me too. I let out a little scream.

I almost collapse again, but Four's arms caught me before I had the chance. He looks even more worried. "Tris! Please let me carry you!" He says. I have an internal battle with myself. If I accept his help, then I would be basically declaring my weakness. If I don't, though, I will most likely pass out from blood loss. Four would have to bring me to a hospital and explain to them what happened when he doesn't even know. I don't want to go back to a damn hospital, so I know that I have to let him carry me to the rock.

I look at him and realize that he is still supporting me from the ground. If he took his arms off my waist, I would topple over to the ground. I think he knows that too. So I look him in the eyes and slowly nod my head. Four looks relieved as I nod, probably because I am completely white right now and can't even support part of my weight without support.

He slowly and carefully picks me up off of the ground, trying to avoid my leg as much as possible. But that is nearly impossible...even for Four. My thoughts come true as he accidentally hits my gash. I let out a groan as a couple of tears run down my cheeks. My gash feels like fire right now, and it stings. It feels like a knife was slid down my leg repeatedly; up and down, up and down, many times.

"Sorry!" Four says. He finally gets me situated and we start moving. He is carrying me bridal style, so I'm leaning against his chest. I can feel a little bit of color start to return to my cheeks, now that I don't have to move anything. It's not much color, but it's something.

I put my hand on his chest and try to focus on getting my color back to my face. It doesn't work...I can feel it. I know I am still ghostly white, but not as bad as before. i am really tired, but I force myself to keep my eyes open, no matter how hard it may be. I focus on his heartbeat instead.

I place my head his chest, using it as a resting place for my head, and to hear his heartbeat. When I listen, I find that it was speeding really fast. I wonder if it's because of how Four is holding me. No it's not! His heart is probably racing because he is concerned about my pale face. He would never care about a stupid, ugly, broken,- I need to stop thinking about that...the color is leaving my face again.

We reach the rock and he sets me down so I'm laying on the rock. I hiss in pain as I lay against it. The gash must be somewhere around my calves if it hurts to lay down. He looks apologetic, as he starts searching for the gash. He takes out a pocket knife from his jeans and brings it down towards me.

I start to freak out a little, but all I can do is widen my eyes. Maybe he is like Eric. Maybe no one is different from the people at my old school. What if he uses that pocket knife against me?

I start to whimper and scream as flashbacks start to come to me. I see Eric, my ex-best friend, and my family over and over again. I try to punch Four, but I fail...badly. I cannot seem to summon the strength to scream, let alone raise my arm to hit someone.

I hear Four trying to call me back to reality. He sounds worried again. It takes a lot of willpower, but I finally am able to pull myself out of my flashbacks. I look at him and he still has that worried expression on his face. "Tris! Don't freak out! I'm just going to use it to cut your pant leg off! I need to so I can look at your gash!" I hear Four say.

I feel him put his hands on my shoulders...probably to keep me as still as he possibly can. "Tris, please calm down. You're only going to hurt yourself more!" He says. I finally realize that he is telling the truth. He want going to cut me. He's just trying to help. So I relax under his touch.

He breathes a sigh of relief and lets go of my shoulders. "Ok. Can I cut the pant leg off now?" He asks me. I nod my head yes. He gets the pocketknife out once again and brings it toward the bottom of my calves. I can't help it. I squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head away. Eric gave me big problems...another reason why I shouldn't exist.

I hear a ripping sound but still keep my eyes squeezed shut. A couple of seconds later I hear Four say, "Tris you can look now. It's over." I slowly open my eyes only to see his dark blue ones staring right back into mine. "I'm going to look at it now. It might hurt, but I need you to do what I say. You're losing too much blood too quickly. Ok Tris?" I nod my head.

He gently flips me over on the rock. I can hear a sharp intake of breath. It must be pretty bad if it surprised Four. "Um..Tris? What I need to do next is gonna hurt really bad ok? I won't lie to you. You might want to put something in your mouth if you don't want anyone else finding you." He says. I take a s deep breath and put my shirt sleeve into my mouth..again.

"I'm going to put pressure on it to help stop the bleeding. But your cut is pretty deep so it will hurt more than usual." Four says. I suddenly feel tightening around my lower calf. It hurts so much..it feels like the knife came back, but only 100 times harder than it was before. I scream into my sleeve as it keeps tightening. I want to tell him to stop, but if I did we would never get anywhere. So I decide to let this go.

After a few more seconds, it stops tightening. "I'm done now Tris. You ok?" I clench my teeth and stiffly nod. "I would clean it up with Alcohol or Hydrogen Peroxide but I don't have that stuff with me right now. So I will get it in just a couple of minutes. Will you be ok alone for a couple of minutes?" I don't want him to leave, but I know he needs to. I know I'm still pale. So I nod. He simply nods and says, "Ok. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

As he walks off, I start to think about Eric again. I hate thinking about him, but he left scars. Both physically and emotionally. I try to get up so I can sit in the corner under the bridge. I get up to a sitting position and wait for my vision to come back. Once it does, I slowly stand up and limp my way over to a corner. I can walk on it better now that it has stopped bleeding a little bit. Well..it's more of a limp than a walk, but it's something.

Eric comes back to mind. I remember all of the fun times we had together before he turned out to be an ass-hole. Comparatively speaking, I think that the percentage of fun times against the horrible times is about 5% to 8%. Now if you were adding you'd notice that it doesn't equal 100. The other 10% was the most HORRIBLE days of my life that regret so much it hurts. I regret ever being with him. I regret giving him second chances. I regret not breaking it off with him after the very first date. I regret what happened at the end of every fight we had. It was not good.

I start silently crying. I put my head in my knees and cry. I was so stupid and naive back then. I didn't have a worry in the world...but then my whole life turned around within the blink of an eye. Eric turned on me, my friends turned on me, my town turned on me, and life turned on me.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. I was so stupid. I think about all this as I start sobbing into my knees even more. I definitely didn't remember that I want gonna be alone for long, because pretty soon I hear a huge sigh come from in front of me. "Oh Tris," the person mumbles softly. In fact, I wouldn't have heard it if I wouldn't have been listening closely. I am a suspicious and self-conscious person, so listening closely comes to me naturally. The person in front of me is Four. I know it is and I care that he had to see me like this. I really do, but I can't stop the tears flowing down my face now.

I hear Four walk away and some things being set down. Probably the cleaning stuff for my calf. Then I hear him come back over. I feel one of his hands rest on my shoulder. "Tris, please look at me." I don't. I refuse to acknowledge him in this state. I don't want him to leave me, but I don't want him to stay. Whenever he's around I think of Eric. But he also makes me feel like I can trust him and that I'm safe as long as I'm with him. I just don't know anything anymore.

I hear him let out another small sigh. "Tris..." he says. "Look at me." I can hear the pleading in his voice. I still can't though. I can't go back to the way my old school and past was. If I did it would break me completely. And I wouldn't be able to handle that again. "Tris." The tone in his voice is now stern. I feel his fingers tuck under my chin and gently lost my chin up so I am forced to look into his beautiful blue eyes. "Tris..." I don't think he knows exactly what to say. I am still sobbing my eyes out. It's gotta be awkward for him to be in this position. I definitely wouldn't want to be in this position if the situation were flip-flopped.

He slowly takes both of his hands off of me, and extend them outwards just a little bit. "Come here. I know you probably don't usually have a shoulder to cry on. It's better to let it out then hold it in." He says. I think about what he just said. He is right...I don't ever have a shoulder to cry on. Unless you count Tori. But usually when I cry it's not in front of her. It would be nice to have someone I could trust. But I'm just afraid that he will turn out like Eric. I know deep in my heart that he won't, but it doesn't stop my fears from getting to me.

I know that I should accept his offer. I need it. If I don't ever accept anybody ever again, then Tori will send me to a therapist of some sort and I don't want that. I might as well try to start now. Besides...Four found me and helped me and handled my stubbornness with patience. I think of I start to trust again, then Four would be a good way to start. So I do. I decide to start to learn to trust him, little by little. Step by step. I know that he won't think of me the same once he knows my story, but I feel like I at least need to have one moment in my life where I can be content.

I look up at him and start to crawl into his embrace. It's really hard when my calf but I want to let him know that I accept his offer. Once he knows for sure that I'm going into his arms, he helps me since my calf is hurting me badly right now. So badly. But he picks me up easily and sets me against his chest. I press my face into his shoulder and continue to sob into his shirt. I wrap my arms tightly around his middle section. He we just wraps his arms tighter around my waist. He doesn't say anything but that's ok. No words are needed right now. All I need is the feeling of his arms around me. He places his chin on top of my head and I let it stay there. Every move we make means getting one step closer in each other's arms. I wish that I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever. Because when I'm in his arms, I don't need to worry about anything else in the world. I know that this moment will end sooner or later, but I don't worry about that now.

I'm not sure how long we'll sit here; under the bridge, in the peacefulness of the water rushing in the chasm, the sounds of my muffled sobs, wrapped up in each other's tight embraces. But I know that it will be quite a while before both of us decide to move. A long, long time.

So I know I haven't updated for a while. I have been typing whenever I could! A couple of nights ago, Iwas typing on my iPod in bed and I must have fallen asleep because I woke up and my iPod was laying on my chest. And I had a dance for school last night along with a sleepover right afterwards. I was typing at 4:30 in the morning last night(while watching Hannah Montana) for you guys because I really wanted to update! I'm supposed to be taking a nap right now and I am so freaking tired. But I am updating now! I started to type on my iPod and it said it was low on battery but I ignored it. Later, it died and lost all 500 words I had typed. I was so bad! I thought about just not topping but then I changed my mind. So here's your update! And in my AN at the top...the second Fourtris is the 46th word...Hehe. I did that on purpose!;) Also see if you Canaan find the 2 quotes I put in here!:) Please review, favorite and follow! I love seeing the reviews and support you guys give me! The more reviews I get the faster I'll update! I get more motivated!;) And you'll find out about Eric next chapter!:)

P.S. This chapter is the longest one yet at 6,557 words!:) YES!:):) And would you guys like to see this chapter in Tobias'/Four POV?

Guest #10: I was thinking about doing Tobias' POV...I just didn't know if I could do one yet in his POV. Until now. I might do Christian's POV later...I don't know how I would do it right now. But I will in later chapters! Promise!:)

kitzykat: I keep meaning to tell you that I'm definitely using your idea! Thanks!:)

Guest #5: Thanks for the constructive criticism! I've been trying to do better!

Lost1nTheLight: EVERYBODY WHO IS READING THIS NEEDS TO THANK HER! SHE Gave ME WONDERFUL IDEAS FOR THIS CHAPTER! You see...I had writer's block and she helped me though it! Without her I wouldn't be using right now!:) So here is a toast to the girl who helped with writer's block! *Everybody raises their glasses and yells* (I like putting in brackets too by the way;) )

Divergent Kitty: Haha! That's one of my favorite scenes too! Here's a high five from me to you electronically!;)

Someone the World Forgot: Thanks for telling me!:) I didn't even realize!;)

Idshipus007: Tris will talk. I promise! Once her and For get a little closer she will start talking! I can't tell you exactly when that will be...but it will be sometime soon! I promise! And sorry it made you sad! But it will be a happy ending!:)

luzhasswag: I will be able to update more often after 1 more week! Can you hold on that long!? Please! I have a volleyball game Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and NCKL on Saturday and Sunday, which I may or may not be able to go to. But the good thing is of I do go to NCKL, my grandparents live close, so on long breaks, I could type at their house!:) But I will try harder! I promise!