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Chapter 2: Okay

I groggily exit the plane to an excited, blonde-haired, brown-eyed, Christina who is jumping up and down. "Tris! Tris! Tris!" She squeals from the gate by security. I giggle running to her, hugging her like crazy.

"I missed you so much. Look at your hair!" I say excitedly as I look at Christina's recently dyed blonde hair. As Christina and I embrace, laughing like crazy together reminiscing about the old times together and planning how much trouble we can get into together this week. When suddenly, I hear behind me a male voice saying, "Okay, you two. Save some for me."

I turn to see a blonde male with bright green eyes smiling down at me. "Will!" I scream excitedly and launch myself into his arms, hugging him like I haven't seen him in a million years.

"I didn't know that you were home yet!"

"Yup. I just got back from training last night. Chris didn't even know I was coming home until I was unlocking the front door, and I scared the crap out of her." He smiles as he runs his fingers through his hair.

Chris smiles at me saying, "He almost gave me a heart attack. You ready to head back home. Actually, I mean base. Make sure you have your driver's license on you. You are going to need it to get on."

Will drives us back to their house which is located, where he is stationed at Fort Hamilton in Brooklyn, New York, and it is also where Christina is living with him. "So my bestie?" I quip an eyebrow at her, not knowing what she is going to say next, "What would you like to do for your week away from the devil himself."

"Chris, you know that I have no other choice. I am stuck with Peter." I say halfheartedly to Chris glancing at Will hoping he will save me from this conversation that Chris and I have had multiple times.

"Tris, I love you like a sister. Hell, we have been friends since we were in diapers. You need to get away from him. You could start fresh, and you could start a new life out here. You are more than welcome to stay with Will and me for as long as you need." I wish it were that easy, but Peter would come and drag me home, I know he would.

"Thanks for the offer, but a part of me does love the idiot," I say, smiling at her feeling the bile rise up in my throat. Plus, I can't he will hurt Caleb, I think to myself. Once we get to the house Will jumps out of the car yelling, "The last one in is a rotten egg."

I race out of the car, running into the house, with Will hot on my heels. Will quickly locks the door behind us as he grins says "Okay girls, let's play Mario Cart Racing, because Tris, I still owe you an ass-kicking from the last time I saw you."

I shoot Will a wink and ask "What's the matter, William? Are you scared of being beaten by a girl once again? Your male ego that fragile it couldn't handle the butt-kicking I gave you once that you need to prove that you are superior to me in Mario Cart."

He stands there for a second as he stares at me, then he starts to laugh saying "Not a chance! You are going to lose this time. Last time I let you win. Perhaps, it is you who is scared to lose. Now here, put your money where your mouth is." He tosses a controller at me as he sits on the ground with the TV and Wii already on as Chris laughs at the both of us acting like children.

The week in New York is spent with Christina who showed me her newest fashion sketches that she is working on for her spring collection of next year. Chris is a famous fashion designer, one of the most sought-after in the world, and I am proud to call her my best friend. The majority of our week consists of her playing dress-up with me, I pretend to hate it, but really, I love watching her face light up when she sees her designs come to life on my body. "Tris, you look beautiful. You could be a model for my designs." She sings as she sees me come down the stairs in one of her pink cocktail dresses. Will is in and out during the week doing his Army job so I don't see much of him after the first night that I am there visiting except for when I am up late at night thinking about the Peter situation at home and how to getaway.

"Will," I ask finding him one night while Christina is getting ready to go out.

"Yes." He asks eyeing me with suspicion as I walk into his gaming den as he is playing some shooting game. "What is it exactly that you do in the Army?"

He smiles as he says "That is classified."

"And why can't you tell Chris or me what it is exactly that you do in the Army," I ask, pushing him again, wanting to know what he really does in the Army.

Will smirks at me as he says "Because if I did Tris, then I would have to shoot you right after I told you. And you are one of my best friends. I would absolutely hate to have to kill you just because you found out what I did in the Army. Not to mention Christina wouldn't be too happy with me killing her best friend." He winks at me, blowing a bubble with his gum as he walks by me out the door of the den, leaving me standing there with my jaw on the floor, staring after him, wondering what one of my best friends got himself involved in.

Christina smiles as she sees me as she says "There you are I have been looking for you everywhere. Don't feel bad Tris. He told me the same exact thing when we first started dating. I say he is a secret agent, that he is James Bond. That is why he takes off all the time with only a note telling me not to worry, and that he will be back as soon as he can."

"Yeah, but Will is one of my best guy friends. We have known each other for years, even before you two got together. I thought he would tell me what he did in the Army."

"It's because he is James Bond. He can't reveal that secret. It would put national security at risk," She whispers to me as I laugh with her. "Now come with me. I want to go get pedicures in town." She laughs as she loops her arm with mine dragging me out the front door.

On my last day in New York, Chris, Will, and I all go out dancing at a local bar. Chris dresses me in one of her new dresses that haven't been released yet. It is a short red dress that has glitter from the top to mid waist with cap sleeves. Christina pairs it with black high heels that have one big black bow on each foot along the strap. They are adorable, but I can't walk in them to save my life. I trip and fall several times on the way down the road, only for Will to catch me as I giggle from the embarrassment of almost falling on my face.

Christina does my pale long blonde hair into an up-do leaving some curls draping out of the back. For my makeup, she applies a light golden color to my lids with a tint of color to my lips. When I turn to look at myself in the mirror, I no longer feel like the sad girl who can't leave her relationship with Peter. I feel strong and confident. I feel like a woman, I am amazed at how a little bit of makeup can make me feel. Chris, on the other hand, is wearing a short hot pink dress that reveals her back with tall nude heels. She leaves her shoulder-length blonde hair down and curled. She jokes as she applies her makeup about wanting to apply blue highlights of which Will rolls his eyes at her before leaving the room. For makeup, she applies a slightly smokey eye with a shiny pink lip gloss for her lips. Will whistles when he sees her and she blushes. "William, stop. You are embarrassing me." She says as she buries her face in her hands.

"I can't help it. I'm in love with my gorgeous fiance." He winks at her.

"Fiance?" I ask catching on the word slip. "Christina, is there something you forgot to tell me?" I ask excitedly.

"Perhaps." She says coyly. "Will and I were going to wait to tell you, but he sort of proposed last night."

I squeal, jumping up, and down. "Yay! I'm so happy for you. You both have been together forever. I know you will rock this marriage thing. Wait what do you mean sort of?"

Christina blushes as Will says "Thanks, Christina is crazy. Of course, I proposed last night, she just still can't believe that I finally asked. We just wish that you didn't have to leave, and go back to Peter tomorrow. Are you sure we can't convince you to stay longer?"

I giggle saying "I can't. I have to get back to the ER so let's make the most of tonight."

On the car ride to the local bar, I ask, "So how was the question popped?" Wanting to know how everything went down.

Chris looks at Will for a second as she says sounding dreamy, "Well he brought me home a bouquet of flowers because he said that he felt bad for working all the time, and for never being around. Anyways he dragged me out of the house, telling me that he wanted to show me something, and a lot of the people from his squad were standing out in a field under Christmas lights with candles holding signs that said Christina, Will You Marry Me? That is when Will got down on one knee and said this great speech about never wanting to spend his life with anyone else and he pulled a ring from his pocket. Of course, I said yes. I still can't believe he asked me after all these years."

When we get to the bar, Chris drags me out to the dance floor with the orders for Will to find some single young Army friends of his to come dance and romance me. Christina is forever trying to get me away from Peter, and as I am dancing with her, I can't help, but think about Peter and how our relationship began, back in the early days when I see a young couple dancing affectionately in the club.

I loved Peter at first early in our relationship, I really truly did. At the beginning of our relationship in college, Peter swept me off my feet. He treated me like a princess throughout the end of my high school career and at the beginning of college until one day he didn't. Peter and I met right after my parents were killed in a local attack by the mob, and I tried to commit suicide by cutting my wrists. Caleb found me bleeding out in the bathroom, and had me locked in a psychiatric ward.

I was underage, only fifteen years old, so my records were sealed. After I was released to my brother, Caleb, who is only nine months older than me, but the courts believed was nineteen because he lied to them, we were left on the streets homeless, having run away from another foster care home because no family wanted to take both of us in. We had nothing to eat. I was fifteen years old, not going to school. Caleb was stealing food, and money from local stores for us to survive. One day, Caleb and I were running down the road away from the San Francisco cops, we had just stolen a loaf of bread, and I ran straight into Peter with my worn, torn, dirty clothes. Peter, who looked like a preppy school brat with his ironed khaki pants, button-down shirt, blazer on, tie, and boat shoes. He glanced down at me with disgust written all over his face when he noticed the police running down the street after Caleb and I. "Did you steal something?" He asked with a tone of accusation in his voice.

Caleb yanked on my arm before I could say a word, Peter grabbed onto me, as Caleb pulled me behind him, and we all ran down the road as the cops ran down the road after us. Finally, Caleb pulled all of us into an alley to avoid the cops. After the chase, Peter laughed and said "That was the most fun I have had in years. My name is Peter! What're your names?"

Caleb eyed Peter with curiosity as he said: "This is my sister Tris, and I am Caleb."

Peter looked between the both of us as if he was judging both of us at that moment as he said "My parents are away on business all the time, and I have a big mansion all to myself. You want to come over maybe get something to eat, sleep in an actual bed."

Before I could even think about what I was doing I replied: "That sounds amazing." Caleb gave me a look of what the hell.

From that day forward Peter and I became friends spending almost every minute together. I enrolled back into high school, and Caleb got a job working as an I.T guy fixing computers while taking classes at night to finish his high school education, and then online classes to earn his college degree in computer programming. We stayed at Peter's house, his parent's were traveling always-on business, they were never home, they never knew that Caleb and I were living there. They would call, send money, and maybe see Peter twice a year for a day, and during those times Caleb and I were sure to be away from the house staying with friends.

So junior year in high school when Peter asked me to be his girlfriend after a rugby game, that the team had won I said yes because I felt like I owed my life to Peter. It was the night of our six month anniversary, Peter and I were making out in his car, and he was feeling me up. "I want you, Tris." He whispered into my ear.

I shivered at his words, his words having the opposite effect on me."Peter, I'm not ready to take the next step yet." I whispered as he continued to kiss my neck.

He frustratingly replied "If you love me, then you will take the next step with me! Do you want to continue living in my mansion that my parents pay for, at no cost with your brother?"

I felt sick to my stomach at his words, I felt like he was trying to turn me into his prostitute. He reached over and harshly grabbed my breast. In my head, I screamed for him to stop, but my mouth felt sticky, I couldn't get the words out. "Stop," I whispered with tears streaking down my face.

"Tris, Tris, Tris, I am so disappointed in you." He said with a maniacal grin on his face. "I thought we were getting somewhere. I thought we were making a deal."

"Please Peter, don't do this," I said, crying, and thankfully he stopped. It was one of the scariest moments of my life. When I told Caleb that night about what happened, he wanted to kill Peter, but I made him promise not to because I thought I was in love with Peter. Caleb made me promise him that I wouldn't have sex with Peter until I was ready, I agreed not to with him as we did our secret handshake together. After that night, I refused to have sex with Peter, until one day when he wouldn't take no for an answer any longer. He became controlling, manipulative, and he would threaten Caleb. He always wanted to know where I was or who I was with. I had two other male friends in school Sam and Will, both of whom Peter hated simply because they were guys. Sam, Peter drove away as a result of his behavior, and I never forgave him for making me lose one of my few friends that I had. Until recently when Sam started writing to me again trying to rekindle our friendship from years ago.

Peter and I had classes together in college before he dropped out to become a "bartender". He would carry my books and bag to class all while holding my hand, and he would always be affectionate with me. All the girls on campus were jealous of our whirlwind romance. They all wanted to date him. He was the star athlete on the rugby team, and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world when I was with him as they stared at us with jealousy.

One day, a switch snapped, and my guy, who was sweet and loving toward me changed for no reason. That was the day that I figured out that Peter hadn't left school to be a "bartender", but to work in the mob instead. That was the day he forced me to have sex with him because he wouldn't wait any longer for me.

"Earth to Tris!" Christina squeals into my ear, drawing me out of my memory. "Hottie at six o'clock, and he is completely checking you out."

I smile and say "My six or yours" attempting to play this game with her.

"Mine of course." I glance backwards because heck. What can Peter do to me since I am on the east coast? The brown-haired man, with suntanned skin, smiles at me as he walks up to me. "Hey, beautiful. What's a girl like you doing in a craptastic place like this?"

I giggle, blush, unsure what to say to this gorgeous guy. "This is Christina, I'm Tris, and we are here to dance, to have a good time."

Suddenly I hear behind me "Uriah, you causing my girl, and one of my best friends in the world trouble."

"Absolutely not Will," Uriah says as he winks at me. "Tris and I were just talking about dancing, and she agreed to dance with me for the next few songs."

"I did no such thing." I laugh.

"You wound me." Uriah mimics being stabbed by a knife in the gut.

"I did not," I say as I roll my eyes at him.

"Yes, you did."

"How?" I ask eyeing and smiling at this beautiful man.

"My pride." He winks at me again.

I giggle as I say "Well first off you didn't even ask me."

"Fine Miss Tris, will you dance with me?" He asks with a fake Southern accent.

I place my index finger on my lips to ponder the question as I smile at him. Uriah is good looking, he is muscular, with brown eyes, messy brown hair, and skin that is tanned from being out in the sun for too long. "I guess."

Uriah pretends to wipe the sweat from his brow and says "I was sweating, waiting for your answer."

As he leads me over to the dance floor, Will yells "Hey Uri, isn't Marlene going to get jealous of you dancing out here with someone else."

He winks at me saying "That's the point. It makes for the great makeup sex. You and Chris should try it sometime."

Wait what? I think to myself confused. He spins me around and back into his chest as I almost lose balance with those stupid heels. About three dances in a blonde-haired girl with blue eyes bounces up and smiles flirtatiously while she whispers into his ear. Uriah turns to me and says "Tris, this is my wife, Marlene. It was lovely to meet you, but we must be going now."

He yanks her off the dance floor, and out the door of the bar as she laughs. "Well, that was interesting" I grumble.

Christina bounces over to me, and she explains how Uriah and Marlene like to play a game called who can make who jealous first. That is what their date night consists of.

"How weird." I giggle as she hands me another drink.

"Whatever floats their boats. Come dance with Will and me." She says grabbing my hand, pulling me to the middle of the room where Will is standing waiting for her with his beer.

So I do, I dance with Christina and Will for the rest of the night. At exactly ten o'clock, my phone rings. It's Peter checking in to see where I am, and if I am home. He orders me to go home right away, which I tell him no. I can hear the anger in his voice as he says "Don't forget, you are coming home tomorrow. You will have to deal with me."

"Okay Peter, I'll leave right now," I say as I hang up the phone with no intention of leaving the club until Will and Christina do.

So guess who will be making an appearance next chapter, any guess? Please review and let me know what you think. If you have any questions also feel free to ask them as well. Also, feel free to check out my Pinterest board there are pictures that are the inspiration for each chapter. The link is on my profile. I know Peter is a bit of a pill, but now you see some of the reasons behind Tris getting with him in the very beginning of their relationship and last chapter you learned why she is still with him for now. As always, I will see you all with an update of either the 26th or the 27th of May. Until Next Time!