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Chapter 12 40oz Dream

"Tris? What the hell are you doing, walking out here at seven o'clock in the morning? I'm all for exercise, but isn't this early?" Four asks as he looks at me. I stare at the man, who shouldn't be home for another eight hours according to Stacy.

He quips an eyebrow at me, as he says, "Are you speechless Tris? You screamed at me when I almost hit you. I'm sorry about that."

"I'm walking because I'm trying to get home. I'm not exercising." I mumble at him.

"Come, get into the truck, I will give you a ride home." He says, smiling at me. "You look exhausted."

"I am. It was a rough night."

"Why doesn't Peter ever pick you up?" He asks as he puts the truck into drive. I start to laugh. "Peter ever pick me up! Yeah right! I'm an inconvenience to him. The real question is, why you are driving like a bat out of hell? Aren't you like home eight hours early."

Four smiles at me as he says "That's not for you to worry about Princess. Stacy, on the other hand, is in trouble. She was supposed to meet me at the Air Force base this morning at six, after my debriefing, but she never showed. Any ideas where she is?"

"None," I say. "Work, remember."

He smiles at me, as he says "Right, sorry, travel always messes with my brain for the first few hours. Plus, I'll let you in on a secret of mine." He says lowering his voice as if he is telling me a secret.

"What?" I ask, lowering my voice as well.

"I hate flying." He says looking grim.

I burst out laughing, "I'm sorry, but aren't you a pilot?"

He smiles at me saying, "Yeah, I love flying like that, but flying when someone else has my life in their hands. No thank you. Do you mind if I make a quick stop on the way home."

"I guess not." Thinking about how I will already have to deal with Peter's reaction, when I get home, when he sees me in the car, with another man.

Four parks in front of a store, he turns to me, as he says, his eyes staring into mine. "You wanna stay in here or come in?"

"Stay here," I say, as I feel my eyes get heavy, and I try to fight off sleep. "Okay, I'll try to be quick. I promise." He says as he leaves the truck, my eyes getting heavier and heavier. Maybe just for a few minutes, I'll shut my eyes. Gentle fingertips against my cheek, wake me, as whispers of "Tris, wake up. We're home," rouse me from my slumber.

I glance around startled, as I stare into deep blue eyes. "I'm sorry I fell asleep," I say looking at the dash, realizing the time. Oh shit! Peter is going to kill me. It is ten thirty in the morning. I jump away from Four's fingers, that are still resting on my cheek, throw open the truck's door, and run into the house like the car seat is on fire.

"Peter!" I yell, but I am met with the silence in the house. It is then, I remember, Peter told me that he was going away until tomorrow night for work. Exhaustion claims me as I sit on the couch, and fall asleep on it. My sleep is interrupted by banging and yelling coming from next door. What the hell? I glare at the wall. Another bang hits the wall. I walk over to the wall and hit it with all my might, hoping that those two will get my point; to be quiet, to stop the yelling, instead, all I hear is,

"How could you Stacy!" Being yelled by Four.

"I'm sorry. It's just something that happened. I didn't mean for it."

"You told me you had stopped all this in your letters! How long have you been sleeping around?"

"With Eric, for three months, since you left."

"Have there been others?"

" I have been having affairs with other guys, on and off, for several years, every time, that you came home."

"You have been having an affair behind my back, while I was over there risking my neck? How selfish can you be? How selfish do you get?"

"Tobias, I-"

"Don't you dare, tell me that you love me! We are done! I want you gone by tonight! Get out! I am serious this time!" Four yells.

"I'm sorry!" Stacy cries.

"No sorry isn't enough this time. I have taken you back time after time again. Every time that I left, and you wanted to break up, I gave it to you. I was miserable, but I wanted to make you happy. All I wanted was three months of your faithfulness. Then to find out that you have been sleeping around with other guys for several years, and that some of those men were in my flight, that I was in charge of. I was thinking about proposing tonight, Zeke was right when he told me; not to even think about it, that you were trouble, that this relationship was toxic. I should have listened to him from the very beginning, from when we first got back together after our initial break up. You care for no one, but yourself especially after everything that happened between us."

I can hear the front door being slammed with a truck racing down the road. A knock on my front door breaks the silence in the house, making me jump from my position next to the wall. I quickly open the door, behind the door, Stacy is standing on the porch, next to her suitcase, with tears rolling down her face. "He broke up with me. He was serious. He found out about Eric, about all the other affairs that I ever had, since we have been together, and he threw me out of the house. He was thinking of proposing tonight, and I would have told him no if he had. I would have broken his heart. I was stupid, Tris! Watch out for him for me, please."

I stare at her, as she stands there crying in the doorway and ask the one question that is plaguing my brain since she started talking about Eric. "How did Four find out?"

"Four found Eric and me in bed together this morning. He punched Eric repeatedly, threw him into a wall. He tried to kill him, so I told Four everything to get him to stop the violence. I told him what has been happening between Eric and me, about how much I love Eric, about how I love Eric more than him, and how I have been playing him. I told him how I have been cheating on him with various men from his flight and around town for over a year. I told him that I have been cheating on him for years, and that was the nail in the coffin, so the speak. I guess my decision was made for me, and I didn't even get a choice in the matter. I will see you around, Tris." She says, giving me a hug, then she takes off down the road in her Audi, leaving me speechless.

I call Christina that night, to tell her the gossip happening between my neighbors, and to tell her how weird Peter is acting. "I'm telling you, Tris, he is up to no good. He is never nice. Watch yourself."

Another knock interrupts my conversation with Christina. "I'll call you later Chris. There is someone here. It might be one of Peter's lackeys like Drew."

"Okay. Bye. Be careful."

"I will," I say as I hang up the phone and answer the door.

Four is standing there, staring down at his feet, turned around, scanning the street. He turns when he hears the door open and comes through the door without permission.

"Tris!" He slurs.

"Yes," I ask.

"I have wanted to tell you this for a while since the airport, but Stacy and I weren't together when I gave you my phone number. I wasn't leading you on. I think you are beautiful, and I hope that you don't hate me after I do this, but I have wanted you since you fell into my arms in my kitchen when I was moving in."

His lips gently press into mine at first as his hands caress my face, sliding down my body coming to rest on my sides. His kiss gets more aggressive as his tongue slides into my mouth, and my hands go into his hair. He presses me into the wall. He nips at my lip, grabs ahold of my leg, hitching it around his hip. It is in that moment, that my senses come back to me, that my front door is wide open, that Drew is watching, and will tell Peter that I am standing here kissing Four. I pull away from him quickly, and with my fingertips to his chest, I push him away. "Four, if you know what is good for you, you will leave and never come back. You must find somewhere else to live. You need to get another apartment before Peter comes back tomorrow! Go live with one of your friends. Peter will kill you when he finds out about what you just did. We can't be friends anymore." I say, feeling sad, having just had the best kiss of my life.

He slumps back against the wooden door, looking at me as he says "I can not, not be your friend Tris. You are the sole reason that I made it home from Afghanistan. You are all I thought about. You kept me sane. Well, the girl from the airport who talked to me, like a normal person, who loved her job, and loved reading the Divergent trilogy. I read them all, you know, while I was overseas. I have to say the last one was awful."

"You read them?"

"Yes, because I wanted to feel closer to you, Tris. Peter, he doesn't deserve you. I have seen the bruises on your body. I have heard him yell at you, and heard how he talks to you. Please let me save." He asks as he looks at me imploringly.

I shake my head, coming back to reality. Standing in front of me is Drew not Four. My cheeks turn red as I replay my daydream about Four kissing me, my mind spinning some of the things that we talked about earlier in his truck, like about what books he read while overseas. "Tris, did you hear me? Peter is coming home earlier from his trip than intended, that is how pissed he is. I told him that your guy neighbor gave you a ride home from work as instructed to; if he ever did. He thinks that something happened between the two of you because of how late it was when you got home this morning, and he is angry, very angry."

A shiver runs down my spine as I take in Drew's words, wondering how bad Peter's reaction is going to be when he gets home, and how I am going to calm him down this time.

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