Macy's POV

For god sake. I can't deal with this anymore.

I need to stop this. Them being close is ripping me down to pieces, I can't deal with that psychopathical bitch changing who he is. I need a plan and I need it now.

"YO MACE! YOU GOING TO THE PARTY TONIGHT?" Hunter screams as I mentally shoot him in the head.

"For fuck sake, how many times have I told you not to scream? You'll bring my house down soon enough."

"Sorry but are you going?" he asks, coming downstairs and sitting next to me on the sofa.

"Maybe, I don't know." I shurg, I'm not exactly in a goof mood to go and party.

"Pleaseeeee? Tristan might be there." he whispers, as I freeze. Shit. I don't want to go now.

"No."

"Macy, what's with you and him? Do you loveee him?" he laughs, snatching the remote out of my hand and changing the channel.

"No, I don't 'loveee' him. I don't want to go if that red bitch is going."

"Lorna? At a party? Are you crazy?" Hunter giggles, as I smirk. Of course she wouldn't.

"I guess not. When do we have to go?"

"I wanna leave by 6, is that okay?" he asks and I nod.

Well this may be a very interesting night.

Lorna's POV

Okay. I can tell him. Its just the story. I've told people before. But then it went wrong. They told everyone. But this is Tris. I can trust him. Right?

"Lorna? You don't have to tell me if you dont want to." he says innocently and I sigh.

"No, I'll tell you. Well basically around a year ago, me and my brother Vance... Well we went on a road trip. Macy was with us as well and—"

"Wait. Why was Macy with you? I thought you hated each other."

"We do, but at that time... We were best friends. Now can I continue?" I tell and he nods, mumbling 'sorry'.

"Anyway, I was driving. Macy and Vance were in the back, kissing... They were girlfriend and boyfriend at the time. The music was full blast. I didn't watch where I was going... I was to into the music. And then... We hit a bump and... And we collided into another car. We... We went tumbling down... and it went pitch black."

"Lorna..." he gasps, bringing me closer to him and wrapping his arms around me.

"No. I need to continue. Please." I cry, tears streaming down my face. He sighs, holding me in his arms as I continue.

"I woke up... in a hospital bed. Macy was next to me, her face in fury. She said, "You absolute bitch. You monster. I hate you soo much." I obviously didn't know what she was on about until the doctor came in and told me the news. Vance... My younger brother... He was dead. Dead, Tristan. Fucking dead. I killed my own brother. I wanted to die that day. That's when it happened. I got dystychiphobia. I was soo scared to drive anywhere by myself. Then smaller accidents like dropping a pencil... I would get scared."

He hugs me, stroking my hair as I continue to sob on his shoulder. Poor Tris, he must have enough of my tears.

"Hey. I'm not sure if this will cheer you up but do you wanna come round mine? I have to go somewhere tonight so you can stay at mine? I have someone for you to meet."

"I wouldn't mind. Thank you Tris."

"Its alright L. Hey, I'll get you through this. I promise." he smiles, kissing my forehead.

And for the first time in a year, she was able to fully trust someone.