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Chapter 5 New Neighbors

Is Peter helping our new neighbors move in? I rub my eyes thinking that I must be dreaming. Peter, never helps anyone move in unless he has a motive. I quickly walk to the moving truck and start to help unload the boxes that Peter is moving forward from the back of the truck, before he calls me an ungrateful bitch, and tells this new neighbor how I am lazy and how I am good for nothing. Our last neighbors Susan and Robert, who were brother and sister, that moved in were fed lies about me from Peter too. He told them that I was a gold-digger while he helped them move in when in reality I had just gotten home from work, been on my feet for sixteen hours straight, and he expected me to help him move them in after I got home. I said maybe two words to Susan the whole three years that she lived next door. Robert and she both liked to pretend that I didn't exist when they saw me, and I could always hear them whispering things about me when I would walk by. Lies that Peter would feed them to keep them away from me. He wanted to ensure that I have no friends that live by us that way he can have complete control over me.

I grab two of the boxes from the edge of the truck, Peter still hasn't noticed that I am helping yet, and I walk with them into the house. I set them in the kitchen and back up. I bump into someone or something. Boxes drop to the floor. I tumble over a pile of boxes backwards bracing myself for a fall that never comes. A pair of muscular arms have a hold of me, and I stare up into dark blue eyes. My breath catches. Are those the same dark blue eyes that I have been dreaming about for the past couple of nights? My heartbeat quickens as does my breathing. This guy looks like Four, but I'm not sure. I only spent about twenty-four hours with the man. This guy has a beard and glasses. Four was clean shaven and he certainly didn't have glasses.

"Are you okay?" The guy asks as he stares at me. When he speaks, I detect a bit of a Southern California accent. This guy is tanned like Four, but Four certainly didn't have a Southern California accent.

"Yeah, thanks for catching me," I say, trying to break the tension that I am feeling between us. I can't help but stare into his blue eyes as he stands me upright, he keeps his arms around me. His eyes, they look so familiar.

Another girl comes running into the room, with bright red hair that stops just past the top of her shoulders with bright blue eyes saying excitedly, "Honey! There you are! I was looking for you baby! You should see this place! The master bedroom is huge. Zeke did a great job finding and picking out this place for us. I know we will be happy here. I can't wait to get into that bathtub with you later." She winks at him, then she takes in the scene in front of her, as her voice changes from happiness to shock, and she asks, "What the hell is going on here?"

Right behind her, is, of course, my luck, Peter. "Beatrice, what are you doing?" He asks angrily.

I quickly jump out of the guy's arms. Peter's face is bright red, and if he were a cartoon character he would have steam coming out of his ears. "Nothing is happening here." The guy says. "I was just helping. Beatrice, is it? She almost fell over. It is a good thing I was coming downstairs with something when I did, otherwise, she would have needed to go to the hospital. I ran over as quickly as I could to catch her."

Peter still looks pissed, and he looks like he doesn't believe the story one bit. "Yea Bea, here is quite accident prone aren't you?" Peter snaps angrily.

I smile, trying to lessen the tension in the room. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I fall over my own two feet all the time."

I want to correct Peter and tell him to stop calling me Beatrice, and to stop with the Bea crap, I haven't gone by that name since high school. But, I know that if I correct him in front of our new neighbors, it will piss him off even more. The woman who caught the guy and me in the awkward position hasn't said a word since Peter entered the room. The man turns back to her saying, "Stacy, really you have to believe me. I would never do something like this to you. You know that I love you, and you mean the world to me." I glance at his left hand for some reason, he isn't wearing a wedding ring, and neither is she. She turns, stomps away from him, as he walks after her while, Peter grabs my arm, saying "Excuse us for a moment."

As he pulls me out the door, he roughly drags me into our house, and angrily says "What do you think you are doing Tris? Trying to prove what a whore you are? Are you trying to chase away our new neighbors already? It was your fault that Susan and Robert moved out. They couldn't stand you, and they couldn't stand how rude you were to them."

"I'm sorry Peter. I was just trying to help, and fell over some boxes." I say whispering, the tears threatening to fall from his hurtful words toward me.

Peter raises his hand to me, I visibly flinch. "Do you think that low of me, that I would hit you?" Peter asks.

I don't respond.

"Go to work Tris. Please try not to think so low of me. Don't help anymore. I have to go, and try to clean up your mess with our new neighbors." He says, sounding annoyed with me as he is walking out the door, he turns saying, "Oh, by the way, I'm inviting them over for dinner. I know that you are working twelve hours today and all, but I expect dinner done, and on the table by eight tonight." He slams the door behind him.

I hate him. I wish that I had stayed with Christina and Will in New York. I wish that I could see Four right now. I wish that we could at least be friends. I wish that I could talk to Four, he made everything seem better in my life. Silent tears fall down my face as I angrily wipe them away from my eyes as I think that I deserve much better than this in life, but I have no one to help me escape. I change into my running clothes, pack my bag for work, and run to work because Peter won't let me use the car. He says that I'm worthless, and I don't do anything to deserve that privilege of getting to use the car for work.

I put my earbuds in, listening to Katy Perry's "Wide Awake" as I run. My feet pound the pavement to the beat of the music. In my heart, I wish I were as strong as this song is. I run the mile and a half to work and make it in time to shower and clock in. I get my assignment and get my patient report. As far as I can tell my assignment is easy, but in the ER that can change at a moment's notice, after I am finished charting, checking on patients, I email Christina, telling her all about Peter, before it gets crazy. I even try to look up Four, but I don't know his last name. I research apartments that I could move into if I could find a way to save my lunch money for the rest of my life and daydream about a life without Peter in it. Before my break is over, I decide to do something crazy. I go to the lobby and find the phone that is available to the public for use, and I dial the number that I have had memorize since the day that Four had given me my Divergent book back with that yellow sticky note in it. My heart is rapidly beating in my chest as my fingers hit each button after I slip a few quarters into the slot. My breathing accelerates when I hear the phone begin to dial. I think about hanging up, wondering what the heck I am going to say to him if he answers the phone, but I don't have to think too long because the number goes straight to voicemail. Hey, this is Tobias Eaton, leave a message and I will get back to you after the beep. I hang up the phone feeling embarrassed. I must have dialed the wrong number because that didn't sound like Four, that guy's voice sounded harsh and irritated with the world, and the guy said his name was Tobias not Four. I deflate like a balloon as I drag myself back through the ER doors to finish my shift.

At the end of my shift, I am dead on my feet. We had three motor vehicle accidents involving multiple injuries that came into the ER. I feel like I could sleep standing up right now. That's how tired I am. That is what always happens to me after high adrenaline cases. I change my clothes, wishing just once Peter would come to pick me up at the hospital, and I slowly start to make my way home when suddenly, I remember that Peter was going to invite our new neighbors over for dinner tonight. Crap!

So what do you think? Please review and let me know. Tris actually called and we all know who it was, but she didn't know who it was and hung up, not leaving a message. She memorized Four's phone number, and you all thought she throw his number away without memorizing it. :) What do you think is going to happen at dinner between the new neighbors, Tris, and Peter? I can't wait to read your guesses. Anyways if you want to see my inspirations for the chapters, I do have a Pinterest board going for this story. The link can be found on my profile page. I will see you all on the weekend of July 7th with an update until next time!