Chapter thirteen

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<after about an hour of counting>

"Oh my god." I say out loud.
"He has more fucking money than Mom and Dad gave us."

Tobias walks in the door, a towel on his shoulder, all hot and sweaty, with his workout pants on.

He shuts the door, and walks over to me.
He looks shocked.

"Where did you get all of that?" He asks.

"Caleb came by to get some things earlier, and dropped this bag behind."
I say, rolling my eyes at the thought.

"That bastard came back here and I didn't get to beat his ass?!" Says Tobias angry.

"Yeah." I say.
He shakes his head.

"Well, how much money is in there?"
"900,000 dollars." I say.

His mouth drops open.
"Are you fucking serious?" He asks me.
I nod.

"So we basically have a million dollars in cash?"
I nod again.

"It's your money Tris. Do whatever you want with it, but be wise." He says.
I nod again.

"I was actually thinking about using the money to maybe buy a new house somewhere else after we graduate." I say.

"We?" He teases me.
I blush.
"Well..yeah, if you want to." I say.
"Of course! But it's all up to you." He says.

I hug him.
Wow, he is very sweaty.
"Maybe I should have taken a shower first before we do that?" He says with a chuckle.

"Nah. I think you'll pass for now." I say.
I walk alway from him, and put all the money in the bag.

I walk back into my parents room, and open the safe.

I put all of Caleb's money with the rest of my parents money.

I walk back into the kitchen, and Tobias is just laying in the floor.

"Tobias?" I say with a little laugh.
"What are you-"

My breath hitches and I scream.
There is a knife stuck in his arm, and of course the one that just healed.

I run over to him.
He is breathing hard.

"Fuck Tobias!" I yell.
He turns his head so it rests on one side, his eyes are on me.

"Tris, calm down okay?" He says.
I nod.

I take a deep breath in, and out.
He grunts in pain.

"Now, call an ambulance." He says.
I nod, and call 911.

"Hello? What's your emergency."
"I walked away to put some stuff away, and when I came back my boyfriend," I gently grab Tobias' free hand, "is laying on the ground, with a knife in his arm."

I try to stay calm but it's hard too.
I start to cry.

"What's the name?"
"Tris Prior." I say.

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