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Chapter 4

Every story has two sides.

Tris' POV

I turn the key in the doorknob, letting a deep breath out as I try to quietly open the front door to my house. I wave at Tobias, who sits patiently in his car, waiting for me to get inside safely. He's always so protective of me. I close and lock the door behind me as I hear his car back out of the long driveway.

My eyes squint at the offensive light that suddenly comes on. I glance at the direction the light is coming from. My mother is sitting there with her legs crossed, her right hand on her knee, as her left hand is still holding onto the string of the lamp sitting right beside her on the end table. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, obviously letting me know that she isn't one ounce thrilled with the time that I have decided to come home.

"Beatrice, do you have any idea what time it is?" She asks. Her voice shows her disappointment at my judgment, but it's low enough not to wake up the rest of the household.

"1:45," I answered, my eyes having difficulty keeping contact with hers. I know I disappointed her. I also know that if my father knew I was this late… Then he would be the one sitting in that chair and trust me he wouldn't be keeping his voice down.

"Tell me what was so important that it couldn't wait for a more decent hour." She demands.

"I was just… out, Mom," I answer. It's not a secret that I date. They just don't need to know with whom I was with.

"I see. Was it a boy?" She asks. I glance down at my feet, hating the thought of lying to my mother once again. I nod yes but refuse to open my mouth to tell her what boy.

"I see." She says, her eyes burning a hole into my head. "Was it with Robert?" She asks. Ever since I could walk and talk my parents have been hoping for a courtship with the boy next door, Robert Black. Although Robert is a kind and pleasant guy, he is definitely not the one that I can see myself with.

"No," I answered.

"Will you ever tell me with whom you are spending all this time?" She asks.

"Not tonight," I answered simply. I give her a look that says she won't get any real details from me. Not even if she tried or made me. She knows how stubborn I can be. I get it from her.

I run my hand through my hair as I turn and start up the stairs to my room. I feel my mother pursuing after me. Obviously having more questions to pound me with.

"May I ask you just one thing?" She asks, closing the door to my bedroom door behind her. I take my jacket off, as I bend over, throwing my hair over my head and tying it into a messy bun.

"What is it?" I ask, exhausted already from this conversation.

"Just tell me he is good to you. That he respects you enough not to pressure you." She says, her voice gentler than ever.

"He is," I answer, honestly. I give her a small smile that assures her that I couldn't be any happier.

"Good. Doctor Mathews called this afternoon. Your test results came back. I made an appointment for you on Monday afternoon." She informs me.

"Well then, Goodnight, my sweet girl." She says, smiling before letting herself out of my room and closing the door softly behind her.

I send one final text to Tobias before I hang my phone to charge and go to bed.

"Sweet dreams, I love you."


I hit the snooze button for what feels like the twentieth time this morning. I force myself up off of the bed, knowing that I need to get a move on if I'm going to make it to my first day at the shelter on time. Why did I agree to this again? Right, for experience, a good addition to my college applications and to build my character. BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. Shit, I'm so tired.

I take my phone into the bathroom, checking it as I brush my teeth. Odd there's no response from Tobias last night. He must have crashed when he got home. He must have also been in a hurry to get on the road this morning with Zeke. Not even a text good morning. I wonder if he slept on the way there.

I rush through my routine, throwing on just the basic makeup and the gray uniform.

my mother supplied me with. I just about jump down the stairs, nearly tripping over my own feet as I make it down.

"Slow down, Beatrice. You want to go to work on your first day in a cast?" My father spits out. Although it does serve me right. I can't help but think of how many times I have made the headfirst plunge down those stairs.

"Sorry," I say, breathless.

"Your mother is making you breakfast in the kitchen." My father says, gesturing me towards the doorway. I nod, smiling as I enter the delicious smell of bacon and eggs. I instantly regret my existence the moment I step into the kitchen. The smell is overwhelming my senses, I feel my stomach begin to turn. I just about fell into my seat at the dining room table. Sipping some ice-cold water before shoving some plain white toast into my mouth. Not again.

"Beatrice, are you feeling alright? You look pale." My mother says, placing a plate full of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of me. It's almost too much for me to handle. I stand up as quickly as I can, my hand cupping my mouth as I rush out of the room and away from the smell. I make it into the half bathroom under the stairs just in time for my head to be in the toilet. Heaving what little water and toast just made it through me. I'm breathing heavily, as I wash my face with cold water.

"Beatrice." My mother says with concern in her voice. "Oh, my sweet girl."

"I'm okay," I say, breathlessly. Wanting more than to reassure her.

"I hate that you suffer like this." She says, with worry in her voice.

Ever since I was a little girl this has been a recurring thing. I would get so anxious, whether it was the first day of school, cheerleading auditions, a major test…. So anxious it would make me sick for days. The doctors gave me medication for it years ago, but I stopped taking them thinking I had it all under control. I guess I was wrong.

"Are you sure? You look like death warmed over." She mentions.

"Thanks Mom," I say, sarcastically.

"Just try to take it easy today. Don't push yourself harder than you have to." She says, wiping my forehead with a cold and wet cloth. I nod, taking another deep breath.


I walk through the door, feeling like a ton of bricks are smashed into me. My day was easier than I thought it would be. I am most thankful for that. Working in the kitchen, washing dirty dishes and food that the homeless leave behind all day. I didn't even have to talk to anyone. Just scrap the dishes and wash them. I felt sick two other times while I was there. Heaving nothing but acid from my stomach into the toilet. Nothing but water in my stomach. It's pretty much all I could hold down.

I just about dragged myself up into my room, falling onto my bed. I pull my phone out one last time. Still no phone calls or texts from Tobias. I wonder if everything is okay. I close my eyes tightly, breathing deeply in and out trying to calm myself.

"Beatrice." My mother says, opening the door to my room. I open my eyes, turning my head just enough to see her come in. "Oh, my sweet girl. Your father is going out to get you some ginger ale." She says, taking a seat beside me on the bed. She runs her hand through my hair, letting my bun free. "Something was delivered for you while we were out today." She says, handing me a white envelope with my name Tris Prior written on it. My heart swells slightly, recognizing the handwriting. I sit up slowly, taking it from her hand.

"Thanks, Mom," I say, appreciating her bringing this to me. She smiles, letting me know that she will bring up the ginger ale when my father gets home. She stands letting herself out.

I just about ripe the envelope open, my blood pressure spikes as I could only imagine what it is inside. I unfold the paper carefully, as I begin to read the words that he needed to say to me.

Dear Tris,

I am sorry for what I am about to tell you. I'm sorry for being the coward that I am. I'm sorry that I didn't think it would be worth the time or effort to tell you this in person.

I have decided to leave Chicago to get on with my life. I want to experience life without ties. To experience what a real woman with all that she has to offer can give me. A woman with great big breasts and curves that I can hold on to. I want something better. A woman that I can feel pride to take out in public with.

I'm glad you and I didn't let it get that far.

Thanks for giving me what I wanted. It was easy to get it though. I thought it would have been harder from a girl like you.

It was fun while it lasted though.

As you have guessed, I have decided not to attend college in Illinois. I want to leave this pathetic life behind me and move forward.

I do love you Tris, but I have come to terms with the fact that I am not in love with you. I don't think anyone could ever be.

Take care.

I know I will,

Tobias

My body trembles as the tears fall down from my eyes. This can't be happening. This can't be true. Was I imagining how happy we were. The plans that we had for the future. We were together last night. He didn't… He seemed happy and I thought he felt the same way I did for him. Easy? We waited nearly a year. Was he cheating on me? No, I don't believe that. He loves me? But he's not in love with me? What does that mean?

I shake my head, wiping the tears from my face. No. No, I wont accept this. Something is going on. Something is happening. I move across the bed, reaching for my phone, calling him. I wait patiently as the line connects, but it doesn't. The phone has been disconnected. I move across the bed to my laptop. Sending him an email… what the fuck is going on? I try to send not one, not two, but four emails. They all get sent back to me. What did I do?


A/N

It's interesting how a story always has at least two sides to it. Will Tris and Tobias ever know the other side of the story?

Revised by: FDFobsessed

Like always, happy reading everyone, be safe and stay healthy,

Trini