Thank you to everyone who took the time to read and to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I know that these chapters are on the shorter side, but good things come to those who wait and keep reading. :) Happy Reading!

To my guest reviewer who said it seemed illogical that Tris wouldn't remember Four's face: Remember that those two spent less than twenty-four hours together. Eaton was also wearing his glasses still when he rang Tris's doorbell. Four wasn't wearing glasses at any time around Tris. And yes, a lot of the time people will remember faces, but Tris was also under a lot of stress with being yelled at by Peter and not being able to make it back to California in time like she was expected to. Also, she was very sleep deprived with all the traveling, her memory of what Four looked like exactly may not be as good as what yours or mine would be on a full night of sleep. :) Hope that helps to explain.

Chapter 8 War

I wake early the next morning before Peter, planning to work a double, to avoid the whole situation at home. I am going about my day, when I get a page over the intercom at work, "Tris Prior, please come to the front desk."

I head to the front desk, "Hey, Al," I say, a smile on my face.

"Tris, you have a call on line one. Some guy named, Peter, said he is a family member of a patient that you are caring for and would like an update." Al grumbles at me.

"Okay, thanks," I say, as I pick up the phone, plastering a smile on my face, and attempting to sound happy like I love talking to every member of every person's family. " Dauntless ER, Tris, speaking how can I help you?"

"Tris!" Peter's sadistic voice fills my ears.

"Yes," I answer attempting to stay nice, especially since I am at work with listening ears. "I'm at work Peter."

"I know, but we still need to have that discussion from last night. You left this morning early before I could talk to you." He says in an eerily calm manner.

"Which discussion?" I ask, trying to play dumb.

"Don't play stupid with me, Tris. It isn't cute! You know damn well, which discussion I am referring to. The one that has to do with another man being in my house while you were home alone. You know the rules Tris, and there will be consequences for it." He yells through the phone.

"Okay, but I'm in the middle of a double shift, and I can't really discuss this with you right now. I have an emergency coming in. I need to go. We can talk about this when I get home." I say, trying to control my voice.

"Fine, but you will pay for blowing me off right now." Peter snaps as I hang up the phone, rolling my eyes, looking at the computer screen, silently cursing Eaton, wishing he had never knocked on my door last night, no matter how good looking he is.

The rest of my shift goes off without a hitch. I start the long walk back to Peter's house, I know he will be there waiting, to have his discussion about Eaton being in the house with me for the short time, while he was at work. I silently curse Eaton out under my breath as I walk the whole way to the house. I told him not to come in, but he wouldn't listen. He told me that he wasn't scared of Peter, that there was nothing Peter could do to him that hadn't already been done, but I don't see him around now to deal with the consequences of his late-night visit. Now, I'm the one paying the consequences for it. I make it home faster than I intended to. I enter the house and Peter is sitting on the couch. He is clearly drunk.

"Tris, how nice of you to join us." He says, slurring his words.

"Us?" I ask, confusion lacing my voice.

"Yes, the royal us! Me, Myself, and I." Peter says laughing at his own joke.

"Now, I heard from Drew, who was watching the house last night after I left, that our next door neighbor, Eaton came back over. Do you care to share why he came over after I left?" He asks angrily.

"He left his jacket over here, in the house, Stacy kicked him out, his phone was dead, he wanted to use the house phone to call for a ride," I say, standing in the doorway, that way I have an exit in case Peter gets violent.

"Liar!" Peter sneers.

"It's the truth! Eaton just used the house phone to make a call." I say, knowing it is a useless argument. Peter already made up in his mind that I am guilty.

"Why did you invite him into the house. You should have brought him your cellphone outside!"

I don't say anything. The thought hadn't even occurred to me. "I didn't think about it." I quietly say.

"You see that is the problem with you, Tris. You don't think. This is what pisses me off because you don't use that brain of yours. We could have avoided this whole situation if you had just given him your cell phone to use." He snaps at me.

Peter is wrong. He would still be berating me when he went through my cell and found a number that he didn't know. Then we would still be in this situation, only at a later date.

"Is there anything else you want to discuss Peter," I ask trying to soothe his angry mood.

"Yeah, you, to stop lying to me about everything." He angrily snaps.

"What are you even talking about?"

"I know that you and Eaton have a thing going on." He says drunkenly.

"Peter, I think you have had too much to drink. Eaton and I, are and were not involved. We only talked for a total of maybe four times." I say as Peter gets off the couch, stalking towards me. I back up, hitting the wooden door. He grabs my arm, squeezing tightly. I know come morning, I will have more angry bruises on my arm.

"Peter, stop you are hurting me," I say, as tears rush to my eyes from the pain.

"Stop lying to me, Tris. I know you two are involved. Stacy told me as much when she called me. Why do you think she threw him out of the house? She saw the way he was looking at you."

"I didn't do anything, Peter. I don't know. I didn't ask him why she tossed him out. I really don't care either. It isn't my problem. Maybe they got into a fight, but it is certainly not over something that I did." I say sheepishly.

"Whatever! Get out of my face before I do something that I will regret!" Peter screams as he roughly lets go of my arm, and punches the wall right next to my head.

I feel mentally drained as I slide down the wall. I want out of this relationship, but I fell like there is no way out. I have no one out there to help me. I need to protect Caleb from Peter after what Peter did to him last time, he saw him. In the bathroom, I look at my arm, and I can already see angry, red and purple, finger marks coming through my skin. I cry myself to sleep that night, locked in the bathroom, after Peter leaves for work, wishing and dreaming of a different life.

What did you think? Anyone else ready for Peter to get lost? So next chapter, there is a bit of a revelation for Tris thanks to something happening. Any guess on what that could be? Next chapter will be up the weekend of September 1. Until Next Time!