Disclaimer: All characters belong to Veronica Roth.
Author's Note: This is my first Divergent fanfiction, so please be nice..I haven't read the second book yet, so don't spoil it for me.
Genre: Angst and Drama
Date Finished: December 19, 2012
I hide in this little room to afraid to move. Two of my biggest fears exist in this room. It is small and I can't breathe. The room serves as a barrier. On the outside of that door is my father and the belt just waiting for me.
"This is for your own good," he would whisper as the belt struck me leaving ugly welts on my flesh.
I would wince and try to get away from him.
This room is the only place I can escape him. This room is my safety net. My father would never enter this room. It was my mother's favourite room. Most of her belongings were in this room still untouched. The room is just waiting for her to return. But she never will.
I can hear my father's harsh breathing through the door. People suspect what is going on, but will never say a word. Even if I were to report it, no one would do anything. My father was too important to Abnegation and to the other factions for that matter. No it would be my word against his and guess who they would believe.
I bury myself deeper into the corner. I am an animal that has been cornered by the hunter. The hunter is playing with his prey making the death drag out even longer. I wish that he would just go away and leave me alone.
I just have to stick it out for a few more year then I will be free. I know that I will test for Abnegation, but I will not stay here. I will go elsewhere. I can't stay here with him anymore. I will stick it out until I am sixteen then I am gone. I will never look back and never come back.
I have fallen from grace inside this faction. To stand up for myself would go against the faction's beliefs. I would be an outcast. I would be just be like those poor souls in the slums. I would have no place, no home.
I do not really have a home right now. I want to go to that wonderful place called home, but I cannot go there. I am in a house, but it is not a home. I am lost. I want to go to a place where I will be welcomed. My supposed home is broken with no one inside. My home is a giant maze and I am lost inside. I want to go home, but nobody is home.
My father is banging on the door. I know that he will be inside in a few minutes. The belt will strike me again.
I pull myself as far back into the corner as I can. I hear the door swing open and see my father's shadow as he enters the room.
"Here we go again," I whisper softly as comes over to me.
The belt is gripped tightly in his right hand. "This is for your good," he tells me as he swings the belt.
The belt strikes me and leaves giant welts. Each strike is one more closer to my freedom. Soon, I will be home and my father will be the once shut out. Soon I will be in a place where everyone is home instead of nobody.