Divergent High

Chapter 2

Tris pov

"Here we are" my mom says parking the car in front of the eating disorder group home. But the place likes to be called 'Better House'.

I get out the car and pull on my long sleeve shirt. I'm not going to lie I'm a little nervous. I don't see how this house is going to make me better.

"Want me to carry your bag" my mom ask

"I got it" I say carrying the heavy bag, it probably weighs more than me.

We get to the front of the house and we're greeted by a woman and a boy that looks about my age but doesn't look sick at all.

"Welcome to Better House. You must be tris" the lady says with a big smile

"Yeah that's me" I say quietly

"Well my name is Tanya and this is Tobias but everyone calls him four. I work as a therapist and he works here at the house just being a helpful friend to everyone but he is also a trained eatting disorder specialist" Tanya says

"Now I'm going to talk with your mom while Four gives you a tour of the house" she adds and I look at him and give him an awkward smile

"Follow me" he says and starts walking away not even caring if I'm following behind or not

"So like Tanya said I'm four. I'm here everyday. I come in at the morning around 7 then leave at night around 10" he says as we walk through a hallway

"Right now everyone isn't here today because Dr. Philips took them on a trip" he continues to say

"Where? to a buffet" I finally decide to speak up

"Hahaha princess that's not funny" he says

"I'm not a princess but Whatever" I say continuing to walk and rolling my eyes.

He continues to show me around the house then he takes me to where I'll be staying.

"So how old are you anyway? You look young to be a specialist" I ask as I drop my heavy stuff on my bed.

"I'm 20. I graduated high school early" he says

"wow look at you being smart" I say

"I'm also 20 but finished high school regularly I guess" I add

"This is just regular policy here at safe house, I'm going to take a look in your bag to make sure you have no needles, knifes, sharp objects" he says being professional.

"Go head and check I've stopped that stuff years ago" I tell him

"It's just protocol" he says and I nod

"So if your an eating disorder specialist why aren't you one at this house and dr. Philips is? Why are you the 'helpful friend'" I ask putting quotations over the words "helpful friend"

"Because he's the better Dr." He says as he looks through the bag

"So you're not a good doctor" I ask

"I am, he's just better" he says getting a little annoyed

"Have you looked at my charts" I ask

"I have not. Only Dr. philips has. Why?" He says stop looking through my bag of stuff

"I bet you're just as a better Doctor. Tell me what eating disorder I have just by looking at me" I say and he sighs looking at me.

He crosses his arms over his chest and concentrates on my body.

He bends down and gets close to me, touching my shirt.

"May I?" He ask

"May you what" I say confused and scared