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Chapter 11 Begin Again

A dark shadow, looms over me, blocking the sunlight, and suddenly, the air is knocked out from my lungs. My eyes fly open, and I stare into Peter's hard, anger filled, green eyes. He looks pissed.

"Where the fuck have you been?" He screams at me. "I have been calling your cell phone for the past eight hours, and you haven't picked up once."

"I've been sleeping," I say, trying to catch my breath.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" He asks, his voice hard, taking in my appearance in the dress, the one that Stacy made me wear.

"Stacy, made me go out with her last night. Ask Drew if you don't believe me. He saw everything."

"I know, I heard. You look like a cheap whore." He sneers at me. "I can't believe that you went out like that. I'm sure you liked all the attention you got in that dress. Didn't you? Did you sleep with anyone?" He asks, accusing me, his eyes filling with even more hatred.

I roll my eyes at the idiotic statement, "Oh please, Peter!"

His voice softens as he says, "I'm sorry, Tris. It's just, I saw the news this morning, about all the killings that have been happening in the area, and I got worried when Drew told me what bar you and Stacy went to. That bar is owned by a rival mob, and I was worried about your safety, I was worried that something had happened to you when you didn't answer your phone. That's why I am home early."

"Right! It has nothing to do with the fact that I went out last night." I say, getting annoyed that Peter is home early. That my freedom is gone now.

Peter glares at me, as he hovers over me. "Fine, you caught me. I missed you." He kisses me on the cheek, I flinch, then he pulls me onto his lap, tightly against his chest, hugging me.

"Let me go. You are starting to creep me out, Peter." I say, pushing him away. He lets me go with no complaints. I find his behavior odd.

For the next three months; Peter acts weird, those are the only words that I can use to describe him. He is kind and loving towards me. He acts like when we first started dating, and I know something is up. It is nice having the old Peter back, and not having to worry about being manhandled every time that I do or say something wrong, but I know that the old Peter will be short-lived. That the new Peter, mean, abusive Peter, is lurking somewhere under the surface. Every week, he disappears for a day or two, only for the news to report another killing in the area. The news reports that there are no leads in the investigation that the police have ongoing, and they are asking for the public's help. I shake my head each time that I see the news wondering who is behind all these ruthless killings.

Stacy and I spend time in each other's homes for the next three months. My eyes always linger on the photographs of Four and her. I wish she realized how lucky she was to have someone who loved her and put up with all of her shit. For the three months that Stacy and I spend together. She moans and groans about being bored with nothing to do. One day, I say, "Why don't we mail a box or something to Four?" Getting tired of hearing her complain all month long about wanting to go out to another bar and get drunk or something.

"That sounds like a great idea. Maybe it will help me get back into his good graces." She grins as she grabs some supplies. "He refuses to talk to me every time that I try to call him." She whines as she sits there as she paints her nails. "Maybe he was serious about you two being over," I say.

"I doubt it, Tris. Four and I have a very long history together." She grins at me as she blows on her nails to make them dry.

"You going to help me with this?" I ask, pointing to all the supplies on the table. She shakes her head as she says, "Nope, that is all for you. I'm not creative at all."

I shake my head at her as I put together packages for Four to send to him of his favorite things. She tells me that they are called care packages. On the inside of each box, I decorate the boxboard, turning it from brown to any color I can think of with designs and themes. Stacy sends Four notes in each box, telling him how sorry she is about cheating on him, and how she will never do it again. How she loves him with all her heart, and that she misses him, but Four never sends anything back to her. One day, as I am taping up one of his final boxes, with the theme of orange, one of the panels reading 'Orange You Glad It's Almost Over.' I slip a short note into the box that reads:

Hope you are doing well ~Tris

I don't expect anything back from Four as he hasn't been sending anything to Stacy, but two days before Four is scheduled to come home. I find a letter addressed to me in the mailbox from none other than Four. I open the letter while Peter is gone, eager to read what it says,

Tris,

I am doing well, thank you for all the boxes. I know Stacy isn't the one doing them really as she isn't talented like that, and I have never received anything like that before from her. I assume it is you behind the boxes. I am sorry for everything that you think I did wrong. I am sorry for lying to you. There is so much that I need to tell you when I get home. Can we be friends, at least?

~Four

My mind screaming yes, I want to be friends with Four, but I also need to know why he lied to me. Why led me on, and made me think he was available when he wasn't when we first met in that airport.

The day before Four is scheduled to come home, the doorbell rings. Stacy runs to it, she opens the door to a man, who says "I have flowers for a Stacy Harrington."

"That's me!" She says excitedly.

"Oh my goodness. Look at these, Tris. They are beautiful."

My interest is peaked as I ask "Who are they from? Are they from Four?" Stacy quips an eyebrow at me as she says "Please Tobias, send me flowers. Are you crazy? That man has never sent me flowers. These are from Eric. He is the guy from the bar all those months ago. We have been talking and seeing each other nonstop. He is just so sweet." She throws the yellow roses into a vase.

"Won't Four see those, and didn't he tell you no more funny business while he was away? Didn't you tell him that you weren't cheating on him anymore while he was gone? You were lying to him!"

"Yeah, but I'll just tell him, they are from my mom for my birthday." She says tearing up the card, tossing it into the trash. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Now come, help me, hang up this sign, and the decorations. I have a date with Eric tonight, and you are coming with me as my cover story."

I groan, saying, "I can't, Stacy. Peter won't let me. Plus, I have to work tonight."

"I have already cleared it. Peter told me you could go out, and I will get you home at a reasonable hour before work. I promise." She drags me out the door, to her car, and to a sketchy hotel.

"Watch my phone. If Four calls, tell him I'm decorating, and I will call him later." She says as she leaves me in the lobby.

Not even twenty minutes later, her phone is ringing with Four's name on the screen. "Yes Four. She is busy and will call you later." I say, trying to keep my voice from breaking, feeling horrible for lying to him. This is the first time that I have talked to him since I confirmed Eaton and Four were the same person. "Tris?" He asks, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

"I need to go. Stacy will call you later. She is decorating."

"Where are you two because you certainly aren't home."

"How do you know that?" I ask, feeling my heart rate pick up.

"The background noise."

"Stacy needed to go to the store to get more decorations," I say, lying through my teeth.

"Where are you?" I ask, although, I know I shouldn't care, I do.

"Dallas, Texas. Waiting for my next flight. Are you going with Stacy tomorrow to pick me up?"

"No, why would I? Do you miss me or something?" I ask, teasing him.

"Or something." He whispers "It seems that you and Stacy have gotten close these past three months, and have been spending a lot of time together. You are all she ever talks about, that and how great you are at least that is what she writes about in her letters to me. Thank you for being there for her through all of this. Thank you for being such a good friend and neighbor. Listen, I got to go. My plane is starting to board. Maybe when I get home and settled back down, and work things out with Stacy. Stacy and I can take you out as a thank you."

"Sure Four," I say, knowing that Peter will never allow it.

"Okay Tris, I got to go. Goodbye."

"Safe travels Four," I whisper. I wish he knew that Stacy was still cheating on him.

Two hours later, Eric and Stacy can be seen across the lobby, kissing and separating. "You ready for dinner?"

"Sure, Four called."

"Oh did you say that I was decorating."

"Yeah, I did. He was in Texas, waiting to board his plane. Isn't he going to be in California tonight? I ask.

"Yeah, he will be, but he needs to be debriefed before all the soldiers are released. That takes hours. I'll pick him up tomorrow, sometime."

Stacy and I eat, then head back to the house to finish decorating. "You know Eric and I are going to keep seeing each other, right." She says, a smile on her face.

"What about Four?"

"I'm going to stay with him, remember Four is a convenience for me, Tris. I love Eric and Four, but I love Eric so much more than I could ever love Four. You don't understand. You and Peter have been together forever. If Eric ever dumps me then I have Four as a backup already there." I shake my head, not knowing what to say to her as I walk out the door into the warm night air, grabbing my bag from the porch, to begin my walk to the hospital.

That night, in the ER, it seems like all the lunatics are out, with the full moon. The psychiatric ward is full, along with the observation room, and as I am walking by, one of the patients tosses a bedside tray on the ground and throws it against the window when a nurse tells him to take his medication. By the end of my shift, I am not looking forward to my long walk home. My feet hit the pavement, I drag my bag behind me, and I wish I could close my eyes for just five minutes. I feel emotionally and physically drained from this shift. My feet fall off the curb just as a big black Ford Raptor truck comes barreling up the road, driving way past the speed limit. My eyes snap open as I run back onto the sidewalk, out of the way from being hit. "Asshole!" I yell at the truck as it passes.

Fancy truck people, thinking they own the road. The breaks on the truck slam on, causing the truck to screech to a stop a few feet from me. I stop walking, scared. Nice going loud mouth, I think to myself. Good thing I have a bottle of salt water in my scrub top for protection since Peter won't give me mace or anything. I start walking, my heart speed picking up, my breaths coming in shallow pants, my hands on the open bottle of salt water. As I begin to walk by the truck, the window rolls down. My eyes widen at the sight before me.

Who is in the truck? What you think about this new development with Peter being nice to Tris, do you think he is up to something? What do you think about Stacy and Eric? I will see you all with an update on the weekend of October 13th, until next time. Please review and let me know what you thought of this chapter.