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*****All credit goes to the lovely Veronica Roth. I take no credit for anything.****
***This idea also, I can't take credit for…. Name the movie if you know it!***
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Four and Tris take a last trip together, it's Zeke and Shauna's wedding. The last thing they want is to show the happy newlyweds the true downfall of their failed marriage. On the way home, their car breaks down giving them no choice but to stay in a run down motel for the night until they can get help with the car. Will they survive the night? Will Tris and Four stop fighting long enough to save each other.
Nightmare motel
Chapter 1
Tobias' POV
I lean my head back against the headrest, letting out a long breath as I stare out at nothing but the open road ahead of us. I glance over at Tris who is sleeping during another mile. Her head is tilted back against the window, her mouth is slightly open. She looks peaceful when she sleeps. As if this nightmare of a life is actually better in her dreams. Maybe it is.
It's been years since our life made any sense. Two years since our life had any meaning together. I struggle to think back when things between us were normal, the last time that we were happy. We used to be so in love, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other, let alone be apart for hours on end.
My eyes jump to a fast moving animal that darts out in the middle of the road, right in front of us. On instinct I slam on my brakes, holding tightly to the steering wheel as the tires squeal in protest. I bite my lower lip, nearly drawing blood as I hear Tris gasp and scream along with the tires. I feel the back of the car drifting onto the side of the road as the rest of the car sharply turns at the same time. The car finally comes to a full and complete stop. My chest heaves up and down out of breath, as my heart rate fights to go back to normal.
"What the, Four?" Tris blurts out, her voice filled with anger.
Four. It was a name given to me by my old boxing instructor. A name that was an honor to wear. I hated my given name, hate it. My skin can't help but crawl each and every time someone calls me Tobias. All but Tris, that is. No, Tris was always welcome to call me by my given name. I preferred it. But ever since that night… I have been nothing but Four to her. Like she can't see me any other way.
"Son of a bitch!" I grunt out, looking around the car. I finally see exactly what I almost hit. A fucking racoon. "It was a goddamn racoon in the middle of the road," I answered, trying to keep calm. I'm not sure if I'm more upset at the stupid raccoon or the name she just called me.
"Better to kill us, than to get a little roadkill on the car." She mutters, her eyes half closed.
"Well we are still alive. I can't tell by that pissy look you are giving me." I fire back, unable to control myself.
I sit up a little further in my seat, turning the car back onto the road. We fall into a very comfortable, very thankful silence for atleast five minutes until Tris finally ask the million dollar fucking question.
"Where are we? This isn't the interstate." She points out.
"There was a wreck…The traffic was backed up for miles. I took a backroad," I say, as I see her from the corner of my eyes checking her cell phone. "We lost signal about half an hour ago."
"Four."
"I have a map…" I explained holding up a neatly folded map that was in my lap.
"Oh great, old school." She says, sarcastically.
We both stop dead cold, as we hear the engine begin to pop.
"It's really late for a breakdown, Four." Tris says, like I have any control over this situation. "We should have just stopped earlier."
"Well I thought I could make it the whole way." Anything to get there faster and to make this whole thing easier.
"Want me to take over?" She offers. Yeah, like I want someone who's half asleep on prozac to drive.
"No, I'm fine." I blurt out. "Go back to sleep," I suggested to her. She easily and quickly takes me up on that offer as she scootches down into her seat and makes herself more comfortable.
I know she is still awake by the sound of her breathing as she stares out into nothingness. I try hard not to say a word, knowing damn well it's better to stay quiet. But my mind won't let me, as it drifts off to the dozens of times we hit the road in this car. In happier days, of course.
"Remember back when we would just take off for days and just enjoy the open road…" I begin.
"I'm tired, Four." She interrupts me. Her voice is filled with how uninterested she is listening to me. My stomach drops, fighting with myself about the same argument again. A part of me wants to yell, scream out and fight back. There is nothing wrong with talking about the good times we had together. Even when we thought it was the three of us and there is nothing wrong with that. But the other part of me…Is tired of the fighting. That's all I've done since we thought there would be three of us, is fight. I don't know if I have it in me anymore. So I just stay quiet, letting the silence between us be the loudest thing between us.
"I'm pretty sure we are here." I point out to the map that is now sitting on her lap. We've been driving now for well over an hour. Not a car or any sign of life in sight. I admit my doubts are starting to sink in.
"Ugh, why didn't you just stay on the interstate…" She says, under her breath.
"Well I thought I would make this trip the most miserable as possible. You know the last one for the road," I point out. It was her who asked for the divorce, not me after all. She sighs, laying back in her seat feeling defeated. I hear the disapproval in her sigh, I fight the urge to scream. Instead I give in to old habits, finding myself explaining. "I just thought this would be faster." I glance towards her, hoping for some understanding. She presses her lips together, giving in. Just as things couldn't possibly get worse, I feel and hear a large banging in the engine as it knocks to a stop. I struggle with the steering wheel trying to get the car to the side of the road before it comes to a full and complete stop leaving us stranded on the road. "Son of a bitch!" I scream, hitting the steering wheel. I run my hand through my hair as I speak, "So much for driving the whole way."
"And no signal. Perfect!" Tris blurts out.
I sigh, not wanting to admit that she is right. I push the hazard lights on as I pop the trunk to the damn car. I find the large emergency kit I keep in the trunk. Stocked up on batteries, an extra charger, flashlights and a few other things. I click the flashlight on, hitting the head of the flashlight as it struggles to come on. I stupidly flash it before my eyes just as the damn thing finally comes to life, blinding me. My head snaps up, hearing Tris giggle at my expense. Bitch. I pop the hood open, steam escaping as the hood is lodged on its stand. I point the flashlight towards the engine, not knowing exactly what the hell I'm looking at. But feeling my manhood on trial as we speak, I try to see if there is anything out of its place or broken. I can't tell.
"Okay, give it a try for me. Alright?" I call out to Tris.
"It's not going to work." Tris immediately says
"Jesus Christ!" I mutter. "Would you just give it a try for me, please, Honey?" I nearly begged her. Can't she just amuse me for one second. I hear her loud sigh as she climbs over to the driver seat and tries to start the car. Just as I feared nothing but a small clicking sound. Fuck.
"Damn it," I curse under my breath. I swear I can hear her smile, pleased at my dismay. "Feel like taking a walk…" I ask.
"In the middle of the night, out in the middle of nowhere…. Not really a smart idea." She points out.
"Right. Better for us to stay here and hope some idiots like us come along to give us a hand." I say sarcastically.
"I didn't get us lost." She says, bitterly.
"No. You slept for the past three hundred miles thanks to your prozac cocktail," I fire back, slamming the hood of the car closed. I turn around, facing whatever lies ahead. Nothing but stars, roads and darkness. "FUCK!" I scream out. "Well I guess this is the best time to start walking as any," I mutter, grabbing my jacket from the car.
"Asshole." Tris mutters under her breath.
"Whatever you say."
A/N
To all my horror fan readers… Can anyone guess what movie I got this idea from?
Come on, it's one of my most favorite movies.
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