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Disclaimer: Ok…so this is Disclaimer #17. Take one.

"I do not own the Divergent Trilogy or any characters from the series. All that good stuff belongs to Veronica Roth. The talented Veronica Roth." Soooo..Are we good here? Great. Let's get this thing going.

Chapter 17

Four's POV

As I am driving us both to school, my mind is on overdrive with millions of questions swarming through my head. Or at least, it feels like it. Does she have nightmares often? If she does, then why does she get them? It makes me wonder about what exactly happened in her past. And why doesn't she even want anyone to celebrate her birthday? She doesn't even want someone to tell her "Happy Birthday!" Why? What's so bad about birthdays? What was her nightmare about this morning? And what did Tori mean by, "Another one?"

I force myself to stop thinking every single question in my head and try to focus on one I actually want to ask her

. But I'm afraid she'll just ignore me or yell at me for asking. I remember her waking up screaming a name…what was it again? C'mon Four, think! What was it!? It started with an E…that's all I remember. Erin? Ethan? Edward? No, no, and no. Wait-Eric! That's what it was! I decide to ask Tris about it, even after I've thought about all the consequences. She can tell me if she wants, and if she doesn't want to, then so be it. But I will wait until we're at school before I ask. Within the next 5 minutes, I pull into the school parking lot and park in a parking space that's pretty close to the school. We are still fairly early, so no one has taken the good spots yet.

Before she can get out I gently grab her wrist. She noticeably flinches, but I try to ignore it, not wanting to think about what caused her to react that way. "Hey Tris? Can I ask you something?" She turns her head toward me and nods her head. "Ya," she says. I take a breath then ask, "Who is Eric?" She tenses up right away and pales just a tiny bit. "How do you know about him?" she asks. Should I tell her the truth? Yes…I guess so. I mean, what excuse would I be able to make up for this? "This morning, you were screaming his name. Also saying 'No' and 'Stop it' quite a few times," I tell her.

She relaxes just a tiny bit and blows out a breath before answering. "Don't take this the wrong way Four, but I really don't-no-can't talk about him without my brain bringing back memories of the past. To be honest, I kind of freak out when something reminds me of him. Even just a tiny thing can set it off." I understand completely about her not wanting to talk about him, but I just need to know one thing about him before I stop asking her about him. "I understand completely Tris. But can you just tell me one thing about him?" I ask. She appears to think a minute, then says, "It depends on what the question is. But shoot." "When something reminds you of him, does it bring back good or bad memories of your past?" I ask her again. I know it may sound like a silly question, but I just hope he brings back good memories. Because if she says that he brings back bad memories, I think my mind will explode with the thousands more questions entering.

She bites her lip and looks down at her lap. She is fiddling with her fingers and obviously is trying to figure out how to respond to the question. "If I answer this truthfully, will you promise not to ask me about him more?" she finally responds. It took Tris a while to think of a way to respond to my question, but when she asked me to promise her that, I don't even have to think about it before I find myself blurting out, "I promise." She closes her eyes for a moment before she opens them and turns to look at me in the eye. It's not a fierce gaze, like I'm in trouble, but it's also not a gaze that says she isn't going to answer me. It's more of a distant gaze, where she looks like she is somewhere else in her mind, yet she's still looking straight into my eyes. "He brings back bad memories Four. Bad, bad memories."

Suddenly that lost look in her eyes is gone, and it's like she's back in reality. I then catch her eyes get just a tiny bit glossy with tears. In fact, it's so little that I start to second guess myself. That they weren't really tears. But I know that what I saw were, in fact, tears when I see her break her gaze and push her hands into her eyes again like she did this morning. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring back memories. I'm sorry," I find myself saying before I can think. I see her smile just a little bit and remove her hands. She just sits there for a second. Then she says, "Hey, it's ok. It's not your fault that he was a bad guy. You don't need to apologize." I nod my head before leaning over and giving her a little kiss on top of her now black, gray, and blue hair.

When I think that she's not going to talk anymore, I make a move to get out of the truck when I feel her small hand gripping my own hand. I look over at her. "I think I'll tell you about him someday. But I want you to understand that no one knows about him. And I mean no one. Not even Tori. And I'm just now starting to trust people again and it's kind of hard just to open up right away, ya know?" I smile at her and reach over and pull her into my arms. "It's fine Tris. I get it. You don't need to worry about it. You don't have to tell me anything. But if you want to, I'll always be here to listen. Ok?" I feel her bury her head farther into my chest and nod slightly. "Ok," she whispers back to me. I smile. I end up releasing her first after a minute or so, even though I could've sat there all day like that.

We both start to get out, but not before I hear her whisper one last thing. "Thank you." And that's all I needed to hear in order to know that she would tell me someday. She trusts me and I don't want to jeopardize that by interrogating her. So I just get out of the car and wait for her to come around front before we both walk to the school's front yard where we see Uriah and Zeke wrestling on the ground over something. I look down at Tris and see her smile, obviously watching them too. The bell rings about 5 minutes later and we all walk in to school together, ready for the day to be over.

Tris' POV

(Surprise! Are you surprised?)

It feels like the day goes by within a few minutes. Way too fast for my liking. Because before I knew it, the last bell rang and it just reminded me that it's only a few more hours until midnight. September 28. My family's death anniversary. Also known as my birthday. I'm not looking forward to it. I know that it's going to be a bad day tomorrow. I also know that Tori will try to avoid telling me what tomorrow is. Even though I think she knows that I will never forget it. I love her for that; constantly trying to protect me from everything she possibly can. I know tomorrow will be a bad day for her too. But I think that we are both going to need both space and comfort from each other.

I realize that I've reached the parking lot now and am standing by Four's car. I don't know how long it took me to get here, but it must have not been very long because he isn't here yet. I decide to sit down while I wait. I slide down and lean against the car. I tilt my head back and try to to focus on the breeze. Somehow I'm successful and find myself relaxing quickly. I try to memorize this feeling too, so maybe I can feel like this tomorrow. Doubtful, but there's always a chance.

All too soon I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and take it out. It's a text from Four.

Where are you? You didn't run off did you?;)

I smile and reply back.

I'm here. In the parking lot. Sorry, I walked fast.

I stick my phone back into my pocket and go back to my previous actions. It feels so nice that I don't even notice Four walking up beside me. "You ok there Tris?" I jump a little bit and open my eyes to see him standing there. I nod and start to get up, reluctantly of course, but I've gotten my fill of peace for the next 24 hours.

I see Four reach a hand down and I grab it. He pulls me up completely and he opens up the door for me. "Here you go m'lady," he says with a horrible accent. I can't help it and I laugh. He laughs too and closes the door after I get in. He gets in on the other side and closes his door also. Once we start moving, I punch him lightly on the arm and say, "You're such an idiot." "Thank you very much," he says back. I smile and lean back into the seat.

We sit in a peaceful silence for a couple of minutes before I hear Four ask, "When are you planning on telling Tori you're talking again?" I have thought about it. I'm going to do it tonight. Maybe right when we sit down to eat. Maybe she won't make me eat as much if she is happy. I know it's kind of mean to do it like that, but I'm honestly not hungry at all. "Tonight," I say. "Ok. Good," he says. "Any particular reason?" Yes. "Not really. I guess I just feel like I need to tell her sooner rather than later. Only reason I didn't this morning was because of...well, you know." He nods, taking in my words for a few seconds.

"One more question?" I smile a little bit. "Ask as many as you want," I reply. I know he won't ask any that have even the slightest chance of bothering me. He smiles and nods. "Ok then. First one...why don't you like your birthday?" Ok. So it doesn't bother me. But the depth of the real answer does. So I tell him part of the truth. "I guess I don't really like the attention. Besides, none of my birthdays have been great in the past. So I just don't really care anymore I guess." He purses his lips a little bit, obviously knowing that it's not the full truth, but luckily he doesn't decide to push it.

"Ok. Next question. How often do you get nightmares?" My head snaps up at the question. I look over at him and see that he is focusing on the road as hard as he possibly could. He obviously was concerned but didn't want to see my reaction. I sigh and lean back again. "Why do you even care?" I hear myself asking him before I can think about how rude it sounded.

I sit back up and start to apologize. "I'm sorry Four! I didn't mean it like that. I didn't even think about how that-" He cuts me off by reaching over and squeezing my hand and saying, "It's fine Tris. Don't worry about it. I know you didn't mean it to sound rude." He turns his head and smiles at me. I sigh in relief at the fact that he isn't mad at me. He turns his head back to the road and lets go of my hand. I instantly miss the warmth and comfort that his hand brought. "And just so you know, I care because I care about you. A lot. I care about what happens to you, believe it or not." I try to make the huge smile that I know is on my face go down in size. I bite my lip and say, "Thanks Four. That really does mean a lot."

I bite my lip and now focus on the answer to his question. How often do I get nightmares? Every night...except for maybe a couple times each week after I spend a lot of time with him. Even then, though, it doesn't always keep the nightmares away. I take a breath and say, "Almost every night." I feel myself blush a little and look down. Now he probably thinks I'm a freak. "I don't think you're a freak Tris," he says. Did I just think out loud? Crap. Just another imperfection of mine.

I blush some more and feel the car stop moving. We must be home. I don't get out though, and neither does Four. "Hey Tris. Look at me." I don't look up at him, mostly because I'm too embarrassed to meet his eyes. Then I feel his hand gently grab my chin and tilt it up so I'm forced to meet his gaze. Wonderful. I see his ocean-blue eyes and immediately get lost in them.

"Listen Tris. You don't have to be embarrassed about having nightmares. You've obviously been through a lot. I get them too sometimes." I wrinkle my eyebrows in confusion. Four gets nightmares too? "They're not as bad as your's are. But they're still nightmares." What does he have nightmares about? As if reading my mind he says, "I didn't have a very good past either." I nod and try to look down again. But his fingers stop me. He leads my face back up again and says, "You're not a freak Tris. Okay?" But I don't answer him right away.

I'm starting to realize that I might be falling for him. Just a little bit. The more I look into his eyes, the more I have the urge to kiss him. I don't know what I'm thinking, but I think it's somewhere along the lines of, "Remember what happened with Eric?" And I do remember, but I know that Four is nothing like that. So I immediately push that thought to the back of my mind. Along with the thought of kissing him. No one will ever like me like that. Four isn't an exception. He likes me as a friend. That's it.

I realize that I've been staring for the past couple of minutes when Four says, "Okay Tris?" His eyes are full of something I'm not quite sure of. Whatever it is, it's not any of the things I've seen in his eyes before. But it's definitely not hate or anything along those lines. I know I need to answer him, and even though I know that I'm a freak of sorts, I whisper back, "Okay."

We continue to stare at each other for I'm not sure how long. Eventually he breaks the complete silence. He whispers, "One more question?" He leans a bit closer to my face, but I don't mind at all. I lean just a little bit closer also. Our foreheads are almost touching. I feel my eyes flutter shut. Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to pull back. Run away. Escape somehow. Go somewhere far from here. But I don't want to. I want to stay right here.

"Yes?" I whisper. I feel his hand cup my cheek and I lean into it slightly. I slowly open my eyes only to see deep ocean blue ones staring right back into my ugly blue-gray eyes. What he asks next surprises me. "Can I kiss you?" he whispers. I think about it for a couple of seconds before I answer.

Do I want to kiss him? Most definitely. Do I deserve him? Absolutely not. Will I regret it? Not at all. Am I scared of this? Not with him. Am I going to tell him the answer that he and I both want to hear? Absolutely. "Yes," I whisper. He smiles a little bit and leans in. And that's when our lips meet. When the fireworks start going off. When my body stops shooting comments at me to get away, like a train going off it's tracks.

Electricity shoots through my body like thousands of volts running through me. But instead of it hurting, it is total bliss. It makes me warm and tingly inside and I quickly wrap my arms around his neck, looking for something to hold on to. Wanting to get closer to him than I ever have before. His lips are soft and gentle, nothing at all like Eric's rough and possessive ones.

And then all too soon it ends when we both pull back for air. Our foreheads are touching, my hands are still wrapped around his neck, and his arms move down and gently grab my waist. Once we both catch our breath, I open my eyes and smile at him. He opens his eyes a couple of seconds after me and I start laughing. For the first time ever, I actually felt safe while kissing someone. Never before have I been kissed while still feeling safe and Eric, it was like if I did one thing wrong, I would get hit afterwards.

Four starts chuckling and brings me into his chest. Man, how many hugs can I get from him? I don't know how many times I've hugged him today, but I'm definitely not complaining. Since my arms are around his neck and we aren't standing up, I'm closer to his height and this time I move my head to lay on his shoulder. We stay like that for longer than we usually do, which means it is probably quite a while before we both let go of each other. Still reluctantly, but I know that I could sit like that forever if I could. So it's probably better that we let go now.

He lifts his hand and tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear and smiles at me. I smile back. I decide to be honest but playful with him. "Well I don't know about you, but that was the best kiss I've ever had," I say with a voice barely above a whisper. He chuckles and says, "It's the same over here." We sit in silence once again for a minute or two.

He takes a deep breath. He opens his mouth a couple of times like he was going to say something, but then decided against it. I get a little scared about what he is going to say. Is he going to tell me that he was just lying and that he hated it? That he regretted this and wish he could take it back?

He must see the look in my eyes because he says, "Don't worry Tris. That really was the best kiss I've had. It's just..." I raise an eyebrow as if urging him to go on. He takes another deep breath and says, "Willyougooutwithme?" His words are spoken so fast that it's hard to understand. But I figure it out a couple of seconds later and my eyes widen just a bit. Does he really want to go out with me? Did he actually ask that or was I just imagining it? It must be too good to be true...right?

I must have been thinking about it for too long, because I hear Four trying to backtrack. "I'm so sorry Tris. It's way too early for you. I get it. I'm sorry for aski-" I cut him off by giving him a peck on the lips. He looks surprised. I start talking, trying to explain myself. "Don't try to backtrack Four. Of course I want to go out with you! You're amazing, handsome, brave, kind, selfless, smart, and the list goes on. Youre the exact opposite of me. I mean, the real question is if you want to go out with me. I mean, look at me. I'm selfish, weak, cowardly, ugly, broken, stup-"

I feel his lips on mine, successfully cutting me off. It only lasts a couple of seconds, but it was enough to get me to shut up. "Don't you dare finish that sentence Tris. Don't you dare. You're not any of the things you just called yourself. You are caring, brave, strong, beautiful, smart, and the list goes on. So don't you dare think otherwise. And anyone who does think differently can shove their head up their ass." I blush and nod. I know it's not true, but it does cut to the core. In a good way, I mean. "Besides, do you think I would've asked you if I didn't want to go out with you?" I bite my lip, look down at my lap, and shrug. He takes my head and tilts it up. Again, forcing me to meet his gaze. "The answer is no Tris. It's up to you, but I know that I want to call you my girlfriend."

He's obviously made his point. There's no chance that I could make him change his mind now. A 0% chance. Which is good for me, but might be bad for him once he figures out who I truly am. But that's a conversation meant for another day. So I reply with, "I guess you're my boyfriend then." I smile at him and he quickly looks relieved and smiles back at me. "And I guess I get to call you my girlfriend," he says. It makes me smile just a bit more and I reach over to him and wrap my arms around him. He wraps his arms around me too and we sit there for about a minute. Then I hear Tori's car driving into the garage. I pull away first this time and smile. "Thanks Four." He looks confused. "For what?" "For everything," I say. I give him a kiss on the cheek and grab my bag from the back. I hear Four tell me, "Hey let me know how everything with Tori goes." I nod and jump out of the car.

I reach my front door and turn back to where Four still sits in his car. I smile and wave then walk in. Immediately Tori bombards me with questions. "What took you so long to get out of that car huh? What was it? Tell me you didn't get a detention or something." I laugh at Tori's blabber, set my bag by the door, and walk over to the couch. I plop down and motion for Tori to come sit by me. I decide to come clean and tell her now. Tell her about how I've started talking and then start with what happened in the car.

She sits by me, looking thoroughly happy that she made me laugh and says, "So let me think of what I can and can't ask you. Ok. I've got it. Did you get a detention? Did you need to catch up on some homework after school? Did you stop somewhere with your friends before you came back here?" I take a deep breath. This is where I tell her everything. "No, no, and, no."

She sits there, stunned. Her eyes are wide, shocked. She sits completely still and eventually she sits like that for so long that I have to say something. "I meant to tell you this morning, but I guess that after the events that happened I didn't really feel up to it. I'm sorry. I should've told you as soon as I did start talking again, but I-" I'm cut off again for the second time today, but this time it's not from a kiss. This time its with a bone-crushing hug. Suddenly relieved that she's not mad at me, I give her a bone-crushing hug as well.

Then I remember that I might need to breathe, and that's not going to happen if Tori doesn't release me from the constricting hug soon. I tap her shoulder and say, "Tori. Need. Air." She immediately lets go of me and I see tears forming in her eyes. She smiles and laughs, and her reaction to this is quite the opposite of the scenario I had come up with in my head. This is good. Very good. She asks me, "When did you start?" "Just last night, I swear." "It doesn't matter to me Bea! This is amazing!" The smile she flashes me is so big that even if my day had gone to crap, this would make it so much better. Seeing Tori happy.

She starts talking again, but this time it's more calm and under control. "Ok. So why did you start talking, and to whom?" I take a deep breath and say, "It was with Four. He just asked me why I never talked. I guess I just wanted to come clean so I told him I never had had a reason to. He was almost as shocked as you were." She chuckles a little bit at this. "So when exactly did this happen? Was it when you were driving home from school yesterday?" I shake my head. "No it was at night." I said it before I could even think about it and she curls her eyebrows as if urging me to go on. When I don't say anything else, she finally gives in and asks me, "So where did this happen?" I smile and bop her nose. "Now that stays a secret." She scowls at me, playfully of course, and I'm reminded of the carefree Tori that I used to know before everybody but me was ripped away from her. I guess I wasn't the only one that changed that day.

"Ok, fine. You're lucky I'm in a good mood." She winks at me then says, "So what exactly did happen in that car? Can I jump to conclusions?" "It depends on what you're conclusion is..." "Well my conclusion is something that little kids say all the time. How does it go? Oh ya! It goes something like 'Four and Trissy sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G," she says in a childish voice. I can't help the blush that spreads heat throughout my whole face and look down at my lap, fiddling with my thumbs. I hear Tori gasp and grab my shoulders. "You tell me everything right now missy! I don't expect EVERYTHING, but I do expect nothing but the truth to come flying out of your mouth for the next 5 minutes or so." I smile and start to tell her about what happened in the car.

(You already know what happened in the car. I'm saving you the pain of having to read a whole other couple of paragraphs that you already know. Tris tells her everything except the "I'm ugly and selfish part". Ok? Ok.)

When I'm done explaining Tori squeals and jumps up and down. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" I start laughing. "Knew what?" "That you and Four would get together sooner or later! It was totally obvious that you guys liked each other!" That was the answer I was expecting from a teenage girl like Christina. Not a 32 year old art/music teacher. But nonetheless, it's fun to see Tori acting a little bit like her old self, so I let it be. I start laughing again and just watch Tori for a little bit.

Finally Tori stops and she's back to sitting on the couch. She asks me another question. "So are you happy to call him your boyfriend? Or is it awkward for you?" I chuckle a little bit from her demeanor changing from ecstatic to completely serious within a matter of seconds. I smile and say, "Honestly Tori, we've gotten so close within the past month or so that it's not awkward at all. If anything, it's made it even less awkward if that's possible. I'm definitely happy." She squeals again and closes her eyes, taking deep breaths.

The smile still stays in her face, and she eventually calms herself down and says, "Tonight I'm getting pizza. You're eating a piece, no exceptions. It was smart of you to tell me right before I would usually start cooking supper, but this doesn't change anything." I groan and she winks at me before picking up the phone and ordering a pizza. "It will be here in 30 minutes. Now go upstairs and text your boyfriend or something. I know you want to." I blush and walk upstairs to my room, shutting the door behind me.

I grab my phone out of my pocket and text Four.

Everything went well. She's more happy today than she has been in years I think.

It only takes him a few minutes to reply.

See? I told you everything would go fine.

By the way...she kind of interrogated me and she now knows about us.

That's fine. You should know that I don't care if you told Tori. I kind of figured that was a given when you said you'd talk to her tonight.

Ok good. I'm sure there are more questions coming but I think Round 1 is over. I could be wrong and she won't ask me anymore questions, but I highly doubt it.

Well good luck to you. I wouldn't want to be the one stuck with being interrogated by Tori.

Thanks for the luck. I'll need it I think.

Anytime. I think you'll need it too in my opinion.

The doorbell rings and I hear Tori opening up the door. I hear small talk between the person and Tori and figure that the pizza is here. I hear Tori shut the door and yell. "TRIS! PIZZA!" "OK! I'LL BE DOWN THERE IN A MINUTE!" I text Foir quickly, not wanting Tori to get out of her good mood by waiting for me.

Well, here comes Round 2. Let's hope I survive this. Talk to you later Four.

Talk to you later Tris. Don't make her wait any longer or you have no chance of just sneaking your way around it.

I plug my phone into the outlet in the wall and go downstairs as quickly as I can. There are plates and glasses of water already on the table with the box of pizza right in the middle. Tori comes out from the kitchen holding a couple of forks and sits down, handing me one. I sit down and grab the smallest piece of pizza I can find from the box. It turns out that the pieces are all cut to about the same size. Darn.

We are both eating when Tori says, "Don't worry. I'm not going to ask you anymore questions. You've answered enough questions for now." I look up in surprise. "Really?" "Yep. Now don't make me change my mind." I stuff a few bites of pizza in my mouth, forcing myself to swallow. Then Tori whispers, "Besides, it's your birthday tomorrow." THATS right. It is my birthday tomorrow. With everything that has happened today I almost forgot. My parent's and Caleb's death anniversary. I almost wished I did forget now. And by the way Tori whispered that, it's obvious that she knows what else tomorrow is and that she forgot about it too.

A wave of nausea suddenly passes through me and I drop my fork. It clatters on my plate and just makes everything seem more silent for some reason. Tears fill my eyes and I rest my elbows on the table. I put my head onto my hands and focus on trying to push the tears back. But it's no use. They're not going away anytime soon. I whisper back, trying not to show Tori the shakiness in my voice when I reply, "That's right. It is." The smell of pizza is wafting through the air and makes me want to throw up even more.

I scoot my chair back and say, "I'm sorry Tori. But can I please be excused?" I can see that she's not eating anymore either. She's mostly just picking at it now. My stomach is doing flip flops still smelling the pizza. She nods and I go rushing upstairs. I go into the bathroom and lean over the toilet, throwing up what little I had in my stomach.

When I'm done I shakily stand up and rinse my mouth out with the water from the sink. I look into the mirror and see that I am a lot paler than normal and that it only makes the purple bags under my eyes more noticeable than before. I look away and turn the shower on. Once it's warm and I'm stripped from my clothes, I step into the shower already having the urge to reach for the razor.

I fight the urge while I shampoo my hair, but eventually I can't fight it any longer and start crying when I feel how automatic the reach is. I stare at the razor for a second, then bring it down to my wrist. It starts to bleed and I do the same thing with my other wrist. I end up adding 8 new cuts, then start to condition my hair. Once I'm done with that I turn the water off and step out. My vision is still blurry with tears, but I make sure to hold them in until I'm dressed at least.

Once I'm dressed in some shorts and a long sleeved t-shirt, I wipe the tears out of my eyes. I walk over to the window, making sure Four isn't in his room. I search for him, but he must be downstairs. I shut the drapes, effectively blocking his view from me. I hope it doesn't hurt his feelings, but I also really don't want him to see me tonight like this. Or tomorrow for all that it matters. I get into bed and that's when I finally allow myself to start sobbing.

I sob for probably 30 minutes before my eyes feel like they can't produce any more tears. I think Tori is giving me some space tonight. I'm glad. I love Tori, but I don't really want to face her tonight. I sit there for another 10 minutes, give or take a few, and start silently crying again. I look at the time and see that it is 10:30. Or at least. That's what I could see through my crappy vision at the moment. I hear my phone ding and I get up out of bed to check it. It's a text. I wipe my eyes and focus on what it says.

I forgot to ask. Do you need a ride tomorrow?

I'm not going to school tomorrow. That much I know. But I'm not going to tell Four that. I'm afraid he'll ask me why and then it will turn into something that I just start sobbing about again. So I reply with a half truth-half lie. In that order.

I actually won't need one tomorrow. Tori is insisting on taking me.

Thats fine. Just figured that I would ask. Goodnight Tris.

Goodnight Four.

I crawl back into bed and eventually cry myself to sleep, trying to mentally prepare myself for the nightmares that are sure to come tonight.

Hey! So this is a much longer chapter. I've literally worked until 1am every night to finish this Chapter. Don't be expecting this often of an update every time, but there will be sometimes where I can work this hard. I hope you guys liked it! If any of you have any unique ideas about what one of Tris' nightmares can be and I use it, you'll get a shoutout! I really could use some help here...I know how I'm going to write the next chapter, but like I said, I really could use some help with the nightmares section. Please and thank you!:) And do you think that we can make it to 135 reviews? It would make my day!:) Well, until next time, AUDIOS AMIGOS!:):):)