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Chapter 9

A walk thru the past

Tobias' POV

11 years ago

"Alright. Alright. Alright… Listen up! All for the Hunger Games!" Zeke shouts out, holding the movie case in his right hand. Marlene and Shauna both cheer as the others boo. "The Dark Knight rises?" He asks, holding another DVD up. All the boys cheer while the girls throw popcorn at Zeke. I guess you don't want that one either. "Guess not, how about Breaking Dawn part 2?" He asks, rolling his eyes. Most of the group finally agrees. Zeke gives up, popping the DVD into the player and begins to hit buttons on the projector.

Ever since Hana, Zeke and Uriah's mom renovated the backyard, most movie nights have been held here. Why not? You have the big screen projector, the outside kitchen along with both a grill, smoker and a fridge, couches and a firepit. Oh and did I mention the giant pool with the waterfall to top it all off with.

"Team Edward!" Christina yells out as soon as the movie begins. Everything begins to freeze over, signaling the frozen in time.

"Vampires don't sparkle!" Zeke yells out, as he throws himself into one of the couches. He takes a gulp of his drink, probably wishing for something much stronger.

"You're just jealous!" Marlene accuses.

"Oh right… Because comparing the so-called love of your life to being a substance or drug or food for the whole three previous movies is something to be envious about. Oh and the fact that he has a hairy ass and nothing to show for… Please." Zeke points out.

"He is right… He definitely wishes he was Jacob. All those muscles and how dark and handsome he is…" Uriah points out.

"Well we all know why Uriah is watching the movie." Shauna says, laughing. I can't help but join in. He did fall for that a little too easily.

My eyes fall on Tris who is sitting on the couch across from mine. She's laughing along with everyone, so comfortable and laid back. I glance down at her delicious thighs, her skirt is slightly hiked up showing a little more skin than normal. I adjust myself in my seat, feeling myself harden instantly at the thought of those thighs wrapped around me as they were two nights ago. I swear I can never get enough of her. Her eyes finally meet mine, for a moment, just a quick moment, she stops laughing along with everyone. Instead she smirks at me with that look in her eye that she knows exactly what I'm thinking about and wanting right this very moment. I bite my lower lip, gesturing very slightly towards the inside of the house. I need her, I need to taste her, just for a moment. The right side of her smirk heightens just enough before she turns back around. Her right hand raises to her right ear, pretending to scratch an itch that isn't really there. It's our sign. A sign for yes, a sign that she agrees to follow.

I stand, excusing myself to go to the bathroom. I try to hide my situation as best as I can. Not wanting to let it slip that I'm hard for this girl that no one knows I'm with.

I walk into the house, with ease as I adjust myself in my pants as I head towards the bathroom. I don't bother to turn on the lights as I close the door behind me. Letting out a long breath, as my head hits the back of the door. Damn she was just laughing, being herself…. And she practically had me begging for her. Right in front of our friends. The soft knock tells me that she is outside, I open the door faster than needed, as I grab a hold of her hand and drag her in. I push her body against the door as it closes. Pinning her deliciously against the bathroom door and against my growing erection.

"We can't do this here." She whispers, as my lips find hers. I just about devour her lips, as my hands move on their own accord.

"I can't help it. I need you," I whisper, pushing myself into her.

"We can't." She says, giggling.

"I'll be quick, I swear. Please." I urge her, not giving a damn at this point who hears us or finds out. I don't wait for an answer, as I grab her ass and pick her up. She wraps her luscious legs around my waist, not denying me. I unzip myself, freeing my erection as I push her panties to the side and slip deep inside of her. She bites down on her lower lip, feeling the stretch in her walls. I fight the moan that wants to escape me…. "Fuck." I grunt out. She feels so warm, so wet, so damn good.

"We have to hurry." She urges. "Please." She begs. Wanting more. Just like her, I don't deny her what she wants. I pull out of her almost all the way before thrusting back into her warmth. I repeat thrusting into her, getting more and more aggressive the way she likes it with every thrust. Just as I am about to spill into her, I feel her teeth sink deep into my skin near my neck as she begins to tremble. I know without a shadow of a doubt that she just came, I let myself go.

"Thank you," I whisper out of breath as we both release each other.

"Maybe I should be thanking you…. That was… Wow." She says, trying to catch her breath. She places her panties back in place, pushing her skirt back down. I tuck myself back in, zipping back up.

"I couldn't help it. You know what you do to me in skirts," I confess to her.

"I should wear them more often then." She smiles, as she washes her hands. "I'll go first…. Fuck me again tomorrow?" She teases me, reminding me of our plans tomorrow night. " Oh, by the way, I'm team Tobias." She says with a sexy smile. She gives me one last kiss before slipping out of the bathroom first, leaving me in the darkened bathroom alone grinning.


Present

I feel the rough landing of the wheels hit the pavement as the plane finally lands. I let out a heavy sigh of relief. I hate heights and having no control… Two things that don't make for a good flier, that's for sure.

I stood, retrieving my bag from the overhead compartment and made my way off the plane. My mind races with every step I take, knowing that I am just that much closer to my real family, to Tris. The more I think about them, the more questions I have about who they are now. I know I have no right to ask, I gave up that right the night I left, nine years ago.

"Keep the change," I say, slipping the driver a fifty. I grab my bag and climb out of the cab. I close the door to the car, not bothering to look back or say another word. Instead my sight and attention is all drawn to the house before me… The house that most kids would call their home yet was the root of my nightmares. It looks the same as it was nine years ago, when I left it. With its oversized driveway and clean modern exterior. It sure sticks out like a sore thumb in this neighborhood. I envied every other kid in this neighborhood growing up. While they all got to go home to their not so clean driveway and the obvious signs that kids were living and happy there… I got to go home to this place. Where driveways are scrubbed with bleach, and not a sign of living life on the lawns. Where shoes are not to drag in any mud, grass, or any signs of a childhood or else lessons would be learned. The house where my mother should have died in, yet she faked her death to get away from the same monster that she left me with. The same monster that turned on me the minute she was out of the picture. The same monster that so gladly left his marks in and on me.


Refusing to move any closer to this haunted house, I turn and head down the street. Pulling my phone out to google the closest hotel to me. I may have to tie up my father's loose ends, but I will not allow him to continue to haunt me now in death.

I decide that there is no time like any to keep myself occupied and prepared for the days to come. As for my father's will, I am to lay him in his final resting place, finalize his affairs with the house, along with a few business contacts here in Chicago, and a few other little loose ends. Whatever they may be.

I have sat at this booth for the past hour, eating what now is the coldest fries in history and nursing a vodka soda, while reading countless documents and requirements.

From his will my father required certain people from his past to attend his so-called funeral at any cost. Which probably means I will have to bribe them. He also requests white roses that are soaked in his favorite cologne, vodka on the rocks to be served and a recording that he previously made for all to hear. I dread to think what might be recorded for everyone to remember that monster by.

"Four?" A familiar voice calls out to me, stunned by my appearance. I look up, partially shocked to be called that name again. I haven't heard it in years.

"Zeke, holy shit!" I say, peeling myself from the leather seat. Without thinking I reach over, clapping my hand to his, and we pull each other in for a hug like we had so many times before. I slap his back. "How are you doing man?"

"I'm good." He answers, squinting his eyes in a way that tells me that not for one second does he believe I'm standing right in front of him. "It's been a long time. What are you doing back?" He asks, a little more defensive than I thought he would. The question stings a little. Thought he would be a little more pleased to see me.

"Yeah. I'm back for a week or so," I explain, gesturing towards the table. "Wanna join me?" I ask, we both slip into the booth. He gestures over to the waitress; I assume to let her know that he is now over here. "So how are things?" I ask, wanting to catch up.

"Things are great, man. Umm… You know married life is awesome! Shauna and I finally got hitched a couple years back." He continues, "lots of changes though while you have been gone." He explains, I can see he is keeping something from me. But I can't imagine what… He was never one to keep shit from me. "Will died… he was killed in an accident eight years ago," he confesses. I feel the air deflate from my lungs.

"Will?" I ask, unable to believe the news.

"Yeah. It was a hard time… Chris and Will had just celebrated their son's first birthday when he was killed the next day by a drunk driver. It was awful.

"Shit," I whisper. Feeling worse than I thought I could. I didn't know. I should have been here. Will was a good guy. He didn't deserve that. Even Christina, who I highly despised and thought was too high maintenance for him, didn't deserve that.

"Yeah, bro." Zeke says, we both fall into a silence for a moment remembering the good times we had with Will.

"What about everyone else? How's Uriah? How's Tris?" I ask, my throat feeling a little tension as I say her name. It's been years since I said that name out loud.

"Uriah is great. Pain in the ass as always… he is the new P.E couch in the high school." He speaks. "Tris, she's around. She's good." He says, the way he says it leads me to believe there is more to the story than what he is willing to get into. "So, what are you doing here?" He asks, glancing down at the piles and piles of papers on the table.

I explained just that. I go over my father passing away and how I'm here to deal with the last few details of his will. Zeke nods in understanding but is shocked to hear of the news of my father's passing. He doesn't offer his condolences, obviously knowing damn well I'm not sorry to see that bastard go.

"Do you know where I can find Tris?" I finally ask. I can't hold back anymore, I want to see her, I want her back. I want to explain that letter I left her. The guilt over the years of how I was forced to leave things has eaten at me. Suddenly I feel the urge to spill the beans, to come clean about it all. I can see how guarded Zeke is at the mention of Tris. I can't help but wonder why? It hits me that he obviously knows something, everything, about what has happened with Tris since I left. Jealousy hits me like a ton of bricks… I should have known everything; I should have been here. I should have been with her. "Zeke, I need to confess to you something..." I begin, "About me and Tris," I stutter. Other than Marcus and Amar, no one else ever knew the truth. We kept it from everyone.

"I know everything there is to tell me, Four. Everyone does." He spits out. I see irritation in his eyes, so my stomach drops. He knows? About everything? About me and Tris? But how? Did Tris tell him, everyone? But we promised never to tell anyone. How could she do this to me?


A/N

It's always fun writing those flashbacks… Seeing where they were and what should have been and what could have been…

What are your thoughts on Zeke bumping into Four?

Stay tuned for next week's chapter.

Revised by: FDFobsessed

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

Trini