AN; I am in the process of writing the tvd fanfic, so if you're waiting for it, keep looking. I am trying to upload more, but as I said there is no certainty to when I will be posting. Also, I just looked back in my stories and found it had only been 4 years apart, not 8. I'm sorry I made a mistake.
Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent or any of it's characters.
Four pov
As I was speaking to Tris, I mentioned Amar. Just his name made me think back to when we met.
Flashback: I was eating my last granola bar in my car. At this point, I only ate one granola bar a day. I was getting weak. I'm probably going to starve soon. I don't care though. Anything is better than living with Marcus. Marcus. The name itself tastes foul on my tongue. I know it's not likely, but I wonder if things will ever get better for me. From losing my mother to Marcus abusing me, now I'm living in a car on my last piece of food. I think someone has it out for me. I was drowsy all the time. Fatigued. I don't remember when I fell asleep, but I woke up with a start to someone knocking on the window of my car. A man stood on the opposite side of the door, a concerned look on his face. I hesitantly rolled down the window, "Can I help you?" I ask. "I was actually wondering the same thing," he says. "I'm Amar."
End of flashback
Tris and I continued talking until there was only one question left to ask. We both began to say, "Do you have a-" When we got cut off. The doorbell had sounded, so we made our way over and opened the door. When the door is fully opened I see the one person who will ruin my relationship with Tris beyond repair. Nita. And of course, she had to address me the way Iv'e told her not to a million times. "Babe?" she asks.
Tris pov
I'm frozen to my spot. My heart is slowly, agonizingly breaking into tiny pieces. I'm in denial. I slowly, robotically almost, turn to Tobias and say, "I'll be in the bathroom," Once I say this, I quickly walk away. Not soon enough I'm in the bathroom, the door closed, I release a shaky breath. I'm nauseous. I feel sick. My heart was broken before, but to finally have hope for us and have my heart shattered once again…I just don't know how to handle it. I hear the front
door slam and a knock on the bathroom door quickly follows. I stay silent hoping he will give me space. "Bea?" He asked. There was a certain level of vulnerability in his voice that broke my heart even more, if possible. I know him. If I don't answer soon he will start to break the door down. As I slowly opened the door, My heart sank. I'm not ready to face him after what happened. As soon as the door opened he began talking. "Tris, she isn't my girlfriend. She throws herself at me. Iv'e told her numerous times to stop, and not to call me 'babe'," he said in a rushed voice. I didn't know what was going on around me. It felt like I was frozen in place and everything was zooming around me. I didn't know what to do, so I numbly nodded. "I'm gonna go sleep. See you in the morning," I say, once again robotically. I slowly walk to the bedroom and lock the door. I will face the music tomorrow, but for now, I need to be alone.