DISCLAIMER: I'm not Veronica Roth and do not own the divergent trilogy, however much I love them and wish I can say that I wrote them I WILL NOT write this every chapter so plz don't sue me, I have given you a warning.
I've always been scared of my father. That might be why I'm going to choose Dauntless. That might not be. I don't even know myself.
Ever since my brother, Alex left to join Erudite, things haven't been the same in Abegnation. My dad always tells me it's my fault. I'm not sure, according to him, everything's my fault. Maybe that's why I get punished so much, so harshly. I don't know.
I don't know anything anymore. My dad doesn't tell me anything. Only that I'm useless, and that I don't have it as bad as the factionless.
I know I don't. Supposedly my father is one of the best. I don't know any more. Our neighbors, the Priors, also have a dad with a job like Marcus'. Maybe he's secretly like mine. I don't call him my dad because in a few hours that's about to change. I will finally be free of him.
Today is the day of the Choosing Ceremony. I can't wait to see the look on my dad's face. No, I don't want him to be proud. I want him to be mad, and wish he could beat me just one last time before I left, going to a better life.
I go slowly down the stairs, as usual, trying not to disturb my dad. But then I remember that he can't hurt me today. I'm finally going to be free.
Just as me and my dad are leaving to go, he leans over and whispers something to me.
"You know what choice to make," He says, in the most ominous voice I've ever heard. But his voice and face now don't even come close to the day my brother left. Exactly 3 years ago...
I freeze.
Remembering that day.
When we came home from Alex's choosing ceremony.
My dad stomped inside and immediately started crying.
"WHY DID YOU DO THIS!?" He shouted at me from his place on the sofa.
"I don't know," I replied, scared and grief-stricken.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF JUNK!" He screamed as he threw the first object he could find at me, which unfortunately happened to be his boot. The impact stung, but I was too scared to notice. He stood up, slowly walking towards me. I kept walking backwards until I hit the corner of the room, by the TV.
"WHY?!" He screamed. All I did was crouch down lower, until he towered over me.
"I WANT AN ANSWER!" He screamed.
"Because of you," I answered. It wasn't the right thing to say. He immediately got the belt he was wearing. I started crying. That day he was wearing the belt with the large, sharp buckle, made for purpose not design. I screamed as he hit me. He hit me over and over again, and each time I screamed.
That wasn't the first time he beat me. But the other times he has a purpose. This time I think it was to get out all the grief of losing his first son. He hit me over and over again, each time the belt having a worse impact until I felt like I couldn't take it. A few minutes later he started smiling maniacally, and he just kept going. After a little while the belt started tearing at my thin shirt, revealing bruised skin. A little bit after that, he started talking to me.
"You'll never feel as much pain as I do for Alex, but I'm going to get close!" He yelled at me.
"Dad please st-" I never got to finish what I was saying after he brought the belt down again extra hard on a place he already hit.
"Shut up, the only reason your useful in this life is making people feel terrible. Why do you think Alex left," he started saying.
"Because, you-"
"I wasn't looking for an answer smart-ass"
As he said that, he punched me in the jaw, hard.
"Now maybe you'll shut up!" He said.
"But dad, it wasn't-"
"I don't care what's who's fault, you make me feel terrible so I'm gonna make you feel terrible" he kicked me hard in the crotch. I started sobbing really loud. I could feel blood dripping down my back, hot and sticky, a sign of my dad's cruelty. I don't see how they didn't notice.
After a few more minutes, Marcus kicked me in the head, and I started falling unconscious.
When I woke up, a few hours later, I was in the old coat closet. No one had been in here since my mother died when I was 4. My dad couldn't bare the grief of losing her. He said he loved her, but I don't think he did. I think he was just using her. But he didn't treat her any better then me. He would punch her whenever she tried to make a statement or state an opinion. Whenever he got close he slammed her into a wall. To be honest, I think I was more depressed by her death then anyone. After all, she was my only ally against my dad.
My brother Alex never had to touch one bit of my dad's cruelty. My dad loved Alex. He only beat him when he did really bad stuff. One time he stole some food from the cafeteria at school. Like the kind of food that actually has a taste, not the stuff we normally eat. My dad asked for some, realized it had taste, and punished Alex accordingly. That was the only time Alex got a taste of it.
Alex was almost as bad as my father when it came to punishments. Except I wasn't getting punished for anything.
They were just terrible.
He and his friends always mocked me, and told on me for stuff I didn't do. I would constantly get home late because of detention, and then my dad would just punish me more for getting home too late. He called it selfish, but he called everything except the stuff that he did selfish. It seems selfish to me now.
Alex and his friends would often pick fights with me, and I often came home with a bloody nose and black eye.
"TOBIAS!"
The scream take me back to real life. My father stands by the car.
"My god son, I've been screaming your name for the last 5 minutes. Let's go! You don't want to be late!"
I think I'm sick of this life. And in just an hour I'll be able to fly away, and poor little Marcus will be on the ground, a mouse about to be hunted.
A/N: Sorry for this being so long I just couldn't stop writing and felt like this was a good place to end. Choosing ceremony and the start of dauntless initiation will be in next chapter. Also this is my first fanfic so plz no hate. Plz review for more (1 review = 1 Chapter ) ;)