Hey people! I'm back! This chapter is in both POV's this time! Hope you like it! And I am sorry I haven't been able to update…I have literally been gone all weekend with my grandparents and cousin and brother. I wrote a lot but still couldn't update…but thanks for all your reviews!:) They make me happy and motivated!;) SO without further ado…CHAPTER !)! Oh whoops…held the shift key down too long. Hehe. I'm gonna try this again…CHAPTER 10! (YES!)

Disclaimer: My name is Aubrey G. Veronica Roth owns Divergent; so therefore, since my initials aren't VR, then I do not own the Divergent Trilogy. As painful as it is to say it. :(

Chapter 10

Tris' POV

In and out. In and out. That's the way I am breathing. I've stopped sobbing my eyes out and now we just sit here, enjoying each other's presence. I'm still in Four's arms, and quite frankly, I don't want to move. Usually, I would be freaking out if someone hugged me like this (minus Tori of course), especially a guy. But with Four I feel…I don't know how to describe it…safe? Protected? Weightless? It's something like that, at least.

In and out. It's the first time in a long time that I have breathed normally, not heavy, not so quiet that you think I am not breathing, but just….normal. I can thank Four for that. But I still don't want to say anything, so I just tighten my arms around his stomach even more. I'm surprised I haven't constricted him yet.

I know that I shouldn't be too surprised…he's just too tough. He is tough and strong and hot and just doesn't deserve me in his life. I don't know why he hugged me in the first place. Then again…I don't know why I hesitated. Now, while I'm sitting against his chest, wrapped in his embrace, I am suddenly really glad I nodded my head yes.

My calf still burns in pain, but I don't care. I have felt much more pain than this. I will just let it be until we have to move. Cause I don't care right now. In fact, I don't care about anything. I wouldn't care if I died right here, right now, in Four's embrace. I would gladly slip away. But I know he wouldn't let me, even if I had the choice to do exactly that. So I just push the thought away and focus on his steady heartbeat.

I'm so comfortable, that I can feel my eyes slowly getting heavier and heavier. It is getting really hard to keep them open. I haven't gotten much sleep these past couple years. Right now would be a good time to fall asleep…but I need to stay awake. I don't know if Four would want that. I doubt he wants a stupid, injured little girl asleep on his shoulder.

Even with these thoughts in my head, my eyes keep closing and I have to keep opening them. It gets harder and harder each time. Suddenly Four's chest starts to vibrate. It startles me and I slightly jump. "Tris, it's okay. You can go to sleep. I'll wake you up when it's needed. It's alright." Four says. I give in to the weight above my eyelids and slowly fall asleep.

Four's POV

I can see Tris' eyelids drooping down, but then jolting open, again and again. She is tired…anyone could see that. She is fighting sleep right now, and I can see the dark purple bags underneath her eyes, signaling that she hasn't gotten much sleep lately. So I say, "Tris, it's okay. You can go to sleep. I'll wake you up when it's needed. It's alright." I think that is all she needed to hear, because not a minute later, she is asleep in my arms. I take this moment to look at her closely.

She looks so calm and beautiful when she's asleep. Like there is absolutely nothing that can hurt her in this world. I wish that this was true...but unfortunately, the rest of the world doesn't agree.

I look at her hair. It is wet from the Chasm; not soaking, just damp. I look closely and see something very intriguing. Her hair is blonde, but I also see some black, gray, and blue in her hair also. The black seems to be all over, while the blue and gray are only streaks. I wonder why I saw blonde hair instead of black when she was running off. I look at the back of her hair and see mostly blonde hair. And that would be why. I am very confused as to what color her natural hair really is. I know that one color has to be dyed in, but I can't tell which.

I have a feeling that she didn't want anyone to see her natural hair...probably to escape her past. It's just a guess, but it seems to make sense. I wish I knew what happened to her, but I can't ask. I may lose her trust. She may tell me someday if she still can trust me enough, and I don't want to jeopardize that.

I now look at her figure. She is skinny...very, VERY skinny. Too skinny to be healthy. She is like a stick figure...I know some girls would do this to gain attention, but I know that there is some other reason behind Tris' skinniness. I just slightly lift up her shirt and am still surprised when I can see her ribs sticking out from the rest of her body. I also see a couple of faint scars. This worries me...abuse comes through my mind again. I already ruled out abuse in my mind, but that was mostly out of hope that that wasn't what had happened, or is happening to her. It is horrible to think about, so I try to distract my mind by looking some more.

She has a bigger nose then most people, but it suits her. Her lips are the perfect size and look so soft. I wonder how they would feel against mine...wait! I can't be thinking that! STOP IT MIND! I look at her skin next. It is pale but soft. I take one of her hands and it is warm with her body heat. Her nails are really short; it looks like she bites them. A common habit. Her hand is soft and has little water droplets on it, causing those spots to be colder than the rest of her hand. I wipe the water droplets off with my thumb softly. I can't help but think that her hand fits perfectly in mine...NO! Ok...I really need to stop thinking about this stuff.

I keep looking for any other scars that match the ones on her stomach. I look on her hands and see 3. They're small and faint, but they're there. I look on the rest of her lower legs, and see quite a few. These scars are a little bigger but still faint. These all must've been from a long time ago. I don't think these scars are from abuse though. They are too small and faint. This relieves me.

I wonder what happened to her to make all of these scars. I get that almost everyone has a scar here and there, but not as many as Tris has. No one just HAS these scars.

Before I can think about this for too long, I look at her face again. It is so beautiful. I brush some stray hairs from her face. Whenever I touch her I feel warm and bubbly. I doubt she feels the same though. Why would someone like Tris want someone like me? No one would ever choose me.

I force myself to stop thinking about this and enjoy this moment. I wonder where she lives? I may sound like a sociopath, but I really am curious. I would like to know what type of environment she lives in. I hope it is somewhere decent.

As I am thinking about this, I start to wonder how long we have been sitting here. We started searching a little while after lunch. I am sure that the school day is pretty much over. It was a shortened day anyways. The first day is always shortened. So actually, I know that it is over. How will she get home? I am definitely not letting her walk. Not with her leg. I guess I have my own car...I might as well just give her a ride. She can write down her address or something. I know where everything is...pretty much.

I know Chicago well; I have been living here my whole life. Plus Marcus would go to a lot of different neighborhoods to have supper with some of his co-workers. So I am well acquainted with Chicago.

I know that eventually I will have to wake her up, but I just want a few more minutes of peace and no worries. I know once I wake her up, we will both have to face a horrible thing called reality. And right now, neither of us are ready for that. Especially her.

I look down and just stare. She is so beautiful…I wish that I could call her mine. This time when I think this, I don't stop my thoughts because I know that they won't go away soon anyways. I let my mind wonder this time.

I swiftly run my fingers through her hair again, just taking in the feeling of it. It is silky and beautiful, even if I can't be sure which color her natural hair is. She looks beautiful either way.

I stare at her for a long time, just thinking about anything and everything. She is so peaceful when sleeping. It makes me smile.

I know I need to wake her up though. I don't know how long it has been since I found her, but I know that it is way past the school day. Plus, I still need to do something with her leg.

I give myself 10 more seconds before I unwillingly reach out and gently shake her. "Tris…hey. It's time to get up," I say. She slowly starts to wake up and I slightly smile when I see her beautiful blue-gray eyes looking up into mine. "Hey," I say. "I don't know how late it is and I still need to fix that leg." She looks up at me, clearly still tired and waking up, and once she realizes what I am saying, she nods.

I know that she wouldn't be able to walk right away because of 3 reasons. 1. She just woke up. 2. She is sore and tired. And 3. She is still hurt, whether she accepts it or not. So I pick her up and carry her bridal style to the rock and sit her down on the edge. I walk back to where the First Aid Kit is at and grab it.

Once I reach Tris again, I open it up and start to search for things I will need. I grab the Hydrogen Peroxide, gauze, and cotton balls out of the kit. (AN: I have no idea what is all exactly in a First Aid Kit, so bear with me here!) I look at up Tris. "You ok with me doing this," I ask. She looks into my eyes after a couple of moments and nods her head yes. "Ok. Then let's get this over with," I say, and I start working on her leg.

Tris POV

The first thing Four does is drizzles the Hydrogen Peroxide onto my gash. It burns very badly, but I don't want to seem weak, so I just hiss through my teeth, hoping he wouldn't hear. I think I was pretty quiet, but it is hard to tell.

After I couple of seconds, I don't think he did, but then he interrupts my thoughts and says, "Sorry." Ok, so he did hear it. I guess I wasn't as quiet as I thought I was.

He then takes a couple of cotton balls and rubs them across my calf. This doesn't burn as bad as it did the first time. Still burns, but I have been through worse…much worse.

While he is concentrating on my leg, I look at my scars on my hands. I look at every one of them, thinking about how they were formed. I still don't know for sure, but I have guesses. From the impact, burn, or debris, are my best bets. When we crashed, the back of the car was on fire. It was bad.

While I am looking at my scars, I keep looking at Four every once in a while, to make sure he isn't watching me. I don't want him to ask questions. But, he doesn't seem like the type of person who would ask about personal things. Then come back and hurt you. Then again, Eric didn't seem like that person either. But Four is….different. He has a different aroma surrounding him. A mysterious one, but a comforting one as well. He makes me feel safe. In fact, I think that my nap was the only one in the past couple of years that haven't been filled with nightmares. And I know that it was him that made them disappear. I sure wouldn't say that though…I think I would die of embarrassment. Literally.

As I am thinking all of this, his voice penetrates my thoughts…about him. I can't believe I was thinking about him all this time! That's not like me at all to think about someone I have just met too much! But the strange thing is…I don't mind that at all.

I shut out my thoughts and actually start to listen to what he was saying. "Tris…Tris…you in there?" I only then realize that I have been staring at him this whole time. I can feel heat rush to my cheeks and quickly look down, to try and hide the deep red that I'm sure is covering my face. =I hear him quietly chuckle. "Tris, you don't need to be embarrassed. It's fine. I get it. You were lost in your thoughts," he says. Well, that is partly true. I was lost in my though, but little does he know that they were about him.

I slowly look up when I know that my cheeks have returned to their normal color, and can no longer feel heat in my neck and face. I look at him and see his dark blue eyes staring back into my plain blue-gray ones. It is like a staring contest. Eventually Four breaks his gaze and starts to put the stuff back into the First Aid Kit. I just watch.

When he is done, he turns back to me and says, "We better start heading back. With any luck, we will be outside by dark." He then smiles, probably to let me know that he was just joking with me. "C'mon. Let's get going. I will need to give you a ride home. I am pretty sure I am the only one still here and the one that has a car. So…if it is okay with you, you will need to write down an address or something so I can drop you off at the right house," he says.

Should I give him my address? Of course I should. How else am I going to get home? Tori is probably gone, plus I have no clue how long we have been sitting down there. So I nod my head at him and start to get off the rock, but more carefully than I did the last time. He grabs my arm and helps me off, since I am not quite as tall as the rock and it wouldn't be a good idea if I jumped with my leg still healing.

Once I am off the rock we start walking back to the cave, me with just a slight limp. We walk in silence, but it isn't an awkward silence; it is a peaceful and friendly one. Is Four my friend? I can't be sure, but I am pretty sure that he is.

It is kind of funny to think that just this morning, I told myself that I wouldn't make any friends whatsoever. Then Four and Christina come along and my vow was broken. But I actually can see us being friends. Maybe even being friends with the rest of the people that were sitting at that table at lunch. Just maybe. And I am not bothered by that much. I mean, of course I am nervous because of the way it turned out with Hailey and Taylor, but I think that these guys are different. At least, I know Four and Christina are. And if they hang out with those other people, then I bet that they're decent. At least, I hope.

By the time I am done thinking all of this, we are getting towards the end of the tunnel. We keep walking and finally we are out of the tunnel. My leg aches and burns, but I won't dare do anything about it. I mean, for one I deserve this pain. But I have had enough weak moments around Four and I really don't want my weakness to show like that again.

"Ok…so I think we better slide this panel back into place. It's pretty heavy though," Four says. Great. Just what I needed. Another possible way for my leg to be weak and give out. It isn't even that big of a gash! But I guess I haven't been eating or exactly been taking care of myself the greatest. But still…I wish I was stronger.

Together, we slide the panel back into place. He was right…it was really heavy and now my leg is shaking, but I don't pay attention to it. I just start to walk out the door when Four does. My leg is getting shakier, but I still ignore it.

Pretty soon, my arms have taken up the shaking also. Both legs and arms are shaking, but to cover it up, I cross my arms and hope that will stop a little bit of the shaking. It barely stopped, but I grit my teeth and keep walking.

Now, a few paces farther, I have tears forming in my eyes because it is getting quite painful. Crossing my arms isn't helping at all now. My whole body is shaking and I am now hoping and praying that Four won't notice that my leg is about to collapse from underneath me. But I already know that it is too much to ask for, so it doesn't surprise me when he stops.

He looks at me up and down. Then he sighs. "Tris, you really shouldn't have been using that leg too much. When it started to shake you should've stopped. I understand. Because now look at you…" he trails off at the end. I guess he is right. I have sweat trickling down my forehead and I am shaking like an earthquake. "Why don't you sit down Tris," he says. Although that is all I want to do, I stubbornly shake my head no.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He says, "Tris. You. Are. Not. Weak. I know that's why you're saying no. Did anyone ever tell you that you were stubborn?" "Well, yes. Actually you'd be surprised at how many times I have been told that," I think.

I don't know how he knew that I was thinking that I was weak and that is why I said no, but honestly, I don't really care at the moment. I need to sit down. I need to and I know it. But once again, I shake my head. He lets out a breath through his nose and walks over to me. He grabs my shoulders and gently pushes me down against the wall. It doesn't help that my leg immediately collapses when he does this. I glare at him, but he just says, "Tris, you needed it. You need to sit for a couple more minutes before you are going to get up and walk again." I just huff and look away. I know he is right …I can't do anything about it though. It's not like I can just get up and start walking now.

He watches me for a second before sliding down against the wall next to me. We sit there for a couple of minutes before he says, "Listen Tris. I know you're not mad at me. You can act like it, but I know. So please stop ignoring me and let's head on up to my car. Ok?"

He's right. I'm not mad at him. I couldn't possibly be mad at him after everything he has done for me today. So I turn my head and look at him, then nod my head. He gets up first and offers a hand down to me. I take it gratefully and he helps me up. Once again, when we touch, I feel little sparks in my hand. But I shrug it off. It's probably nothing…right?

Once I am up, we head out the doors of the school and just like we thought, there is only one or two cars that we can see. One of them being Four's. He heads toward the silver Hyundai. It's a nice car and I like how it isn't too much. It's just right. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a set of keys and unlocks it. He helps me in before getting in himself. He gives me a piece of paper and a pencil. I look at him, one eyebrow arched. "To write down your address on," he says. I feel stupid. He told me he would do this.

I grab the pencil and write down,

1664 Diversey Avenue (Btw…this is actually a street name in Chicago. I did some research…It was pretty darn close to Divergent.)

When I hand it back to him his eyes seem to bulge out of his head. This makes me really confused. I stare at him expectantly. When he looks back over at me, he asks, "Did you move into a house that has bricks and a flower garden in the backyard? Just a couple of weeks ago?" Something is suspicious…I did move into a house with that description, at that time. I slowly nod my head yes. He just smiles at me, turns the car on and says, "Well I guess you are my new neighbor now."

I stare at him shocked. We are neighbors?! Cool! At least I know I don't have a stuck up rich kid next door. I look at him and smile. Yes. I smile a genuine smile. It's not a huge smile, but it counts. He looks shocked for a moment before smiling back. "I guess I know where to go then," he says. He starts to drive to Diversey Avenue.

When we get stopped at a red light, he asks me, "Is there any specific reason you moved here Tris?" As he says this, I immediately tense up and tears start to form in my eyes. He looks over and sees this and apologizes. "Sorry! Sorry…I shouldn't have even brought it up!" I manage to blink back the tears. Then I relax and look at him and hope that my eyes are telling him that it's okay. That he didn't know it was a sensitive topic. He nods at me right as the light turns green. He looks back at the road and drives the rest of the way there in a peaceful silence, once again.

He pulls into our block and in front of my house. He asks me, "This is it…right?" I nod and smile at him again. It feels good to smile again. Especially since I have a reason to now. I start to get out of the car and Four immediately jumps out and helps me.

We make it to the front door step when I realize that he doesn't know that Tori is my guardian now. Well…I don't think he'll care. Might as well tell him. I mean, we are neighbors. He would find out sooner or later anyways.

He knocks on the door. It is only a few seconds later that I hear several thumps and footsteps running towards the door. Four looks at me kind of funny…like why is this person sprinting towards the door? And that is actually one question that I could answer. Tori has always been a worrier. Not about anything and everything….just about the people that she cares for and loves. So yes. I know why she is sprinting towards the door. I'm just waiting to see Four's reaction.

Finally, the door opens and a worried Tori stands there. Well…a worried CONFUSED Tori. I look at Four and he looks the same way…just confused though. Not very worried. He is the first to speak. "Tori? Wait…what? Are you Tris' mom?" he says. Wow. What a great way to start. "Hi Four…and no I am not Tris' mom. However, I am her guardian," she says. This makes Four even more confused. Tori FINALLY looks over at me and checks me over. She looks me up and down and her eyes stop at my leg. Her eyes widen and she becomes worried again. "Oh my gosh! What happened?! Come in Tris! You too Four," she says.

We both walk inside, both Four and Tori helping me since I can barely walk on it now. I hate it because it reminds me of how weak I am, but I don't want to injure myself anymore, so I let them.

We reach the couch in the living room and there we all sit down. Tori looks at both of us, waiting for someone to say something. Four sits there looking between me and Tori, trying to figure out what is going on. I just sit here and watch them both. Whenever either makes eye contact I look at my hands like they are the most interesting thing in the world.

Eventually Tori says, "Somebody please tell me what is going on here!? Four?!" She looks at me mostly while she is saying this. Once again, I watch my hands. Four looks at me and says, "Well, you already know when she ran off. That story. So…what exactly do you want to hear?" "How about we start with that," Tori says, while pointing at my leg. I can feel my cheeks warm up again.

"Well…do you want the long-drawn out story or the short one?" he asks. "You know, I really don't care as long as I have an idea of what happened," Tori says. Four nods and says, "The short story then."

I already know the whole thing, so I tune out. I try to focus on my hands and the floor that way my mind doesn't turn back to memories. And for once, my mind isn't plagued with memories. I don't want to admit it, but I think that sitting by Four is helping with this.

After a couple of minutes I start to worry that Four told her where I was at. I really don't want anyone to know, except Four of course. I start to tune back in when I hear Tori ask me, "But where exactly where were you? None of us could find you!" I give Four a grateful look. I am glad that he didn't mention where I was. I want that to be kept between us. I am just going to give Tori a vague answer then.

I point at Four as if to say, "He found me. What do you mean none of you could?" Tori just gives me a stare and says, "Ha. Ha. Very funny." She looks at me again, but I don't do anything else. Tori sighs after a little bit of this. "Ok. So obviously you aren't going to tell me. But you know what? As long as you are alright, then it doesn't really matter to me. You are safe. That's what matters," she says. She gives me a hug after she says this. I hug her back.

She pulls back and looks at Four. "Thank you Four, for finding her," she says. Four smiles and says, "Anytime. Anytime." He looks at me as he says this. I blush and stare at the ground. Tori reaches over and gives him a hug. It only lasts a few moments, though.

"Well…Tris. You should probably go get some rest. You have school tomorrow," Tori says. I frown at her. "Tris." Tori gives me a look. It wipes off the look on my face. "I will go get your room ready for you while you two say goodbye. When you're done, can you help her up Four?" Tori asks. Four nods. She walks upstairs soon after.

Four looks at me and says, "Well…I guess I don't have much to say other than get some rest and get better soon." I slightly smile at him. He smiles back and reaches out to give me a hug. I lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck. We both hold each other tightly. I bury my head into the crook of his neck. I close my eyes and start to fall asleep again.

I feel Four start to pick me up. I may have protested if I wasn't so tired, but this time I let him carry me. I lean my head on his chest and close my eyes again. I feel him and Tori lay me on the bed and cover me up. My eyes were shut, but I could still hear them talk.

"You know, I hate to admit it, but I was kind of hoping you were going to be the one to find her. I knew you were quiet and could hear better than most of us. You'd take care of her right away. Thanks for that Four. Do you need a ride home?" Tori asks. I can hear Four chuckle. "Well, not unless you want to drive less than 10 feet." I know Tori is probably very confused. "I live right next door," Four finally says. "Oh…that makes sense. Well, then I guess I may be having you help me at times," Tori says. He just says, "You don't even have to ask. I will help anytime." "Nice to know Four. Thank you for helping out today. Have a safe walk home," Tori says. I crack my eyes open slightly. I see Tori wink and smile. Four smiles back and says, "I will. Thanks Tori."

He starts to walk out, but Tori stops him. "Wait Four. I just want to tell you that I think you are going to be good for her. She's had a rough couple years and I think she deserves someone like you. So no. Thank YOU. So much. For everything." Four starts to look over at me. I shut my eyes quickly. All Four says is, "I sure hope so Tori. I sure hope so." I hear him walk out afterwards.

I hear footsteps coming towards me. I know it is Tori. "Goodnight Tris. Sweet dreams," she says. I can hear footsteps walk out and the door shut moments later. I open my eyes again. I get up and walk over to my window. I see Four walk in through his front door as I look down. I wonder if his room is the one across from mine. I wait a few minutes and my question is answered as I see him walk into the room and flop down on the bed. I don't think he knows that my room is the one in the window across from him. At least, he doesn't show any sign of knowing.

I step back and pull my shade over my window. As much I don't want to, I know I need to do some things before I actually go to sleep. And I respect his privacy. I walk into my bathrooom and get into the shower. I grab my razor part way through it. But tonight, I only add 5 new cuts. One for each family member, another for my carelessness, and one for stupid, ugly me.

I get out of the shower and take out my hair dye. I dye it the same way, get dressed, and crawl back to bed. I climb under the covers and close my eyes. I never knew that a day could be so jam packed. It wasn't as bad as usual though. I made a couple of friends and hopefully more to come. I am just glad that this isn't going to (hopefully) isn't going to turn out like my old school. I don't think I could take that. I am just happy that I have Four and Christina FOR SURE. If it ends up just being those two, than I would be fine with that. With that thought, I drift off to sleep.

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! Unfortunately, I was very busy this weekend. I had a sleepover on Friday, my grandma spent the night on Saturday and I also went to see Big Hero 6. (It was very good.) But I also was sick for part of last week. I am almost completely better. Just a little cough for right now. Yesterday, I had my grandpa come to my house for part of the day and the other part I was with my mom's side of the family for soup and cinnamon rolls. I also have an aunt that will be coming up to go to a movie with my family and her kids and husband on Friday or Saturday. So I may not be able to update for a little while. But I will try to update next week as much as I can! I hope this chapter makes up for the time I haven't updated. We didn't have school today. YES! But can we get to 60 reviews? It would make me really happy! I danced the whole day that I reached 55 reviews! So thank you to all who have reviewed, favorited, and followed!:) See you soon!