Hey! It's Luna again! This is my new fan fiction featuring Tobias and his family when he was 9. This is when his mother dies, and how he gets over it! I'm sure you will like it as much as you like my fan fiction on percy jackson! READ AND ENJOY!
1. HOME
I walk the streets of the Abnegation sector, perfect grey row houses with identical front yards. My life in this faction imprisons me, and I already know at 9 that my life will be here. I will have to stay, unsure of the safety the other factions can give me, I know I will be stuck here forever, walking in the shadow of my father; Marcus Eaton.
As I approach my house, I sit on the doorstep and wait: I am a few minutes early, and find myself gazing at the darkening sky. My mother taught me to cherish the moments of freedom and peace. She knows all the secrets that lie inside this seemingly perfect abnegation family; she knows of the father's who's knuckles she and I know better than his embrace. All these things create a barrier, I cannot possibly leave. But I could if I wanted to.
The way the system works inside the city is quite complicated, but I'm used to it. At 16, each child is allowed to choose another faction, or chooses to stay in the one they grew up in. This is always a hard choice for everyone, but it is the only way to get away. Anyway, let's hope I live until then; as I grow up, my father allows himself to hit me harder. I can see the greed in his eyes when he's left my face bruised. I think one day he might kill me, beating me to pulp. I wonder how he will cover up my death.
Then I realize it's been to long; but then it happens and I'm too late. My father opens the door and I turn around to be pushed onto the ground. He grabs my light grey shirt by the collar and drags me inside. He drops me on the floor and locks the door. Then he turns around, facing me. I know when my father is a monster. When he no longer hides it behind the mask of the good abnegation leader. I scramble back onto my feet, and at moment my mother comes running down the stairs.
"Marcus, you have no right to hit him now! He hasn't done anything!" My mother protests, standing in between my father and I. He doesn't seem to care; he violently pushes her to the side. I admire my mother; she has the courage to say something. I just stay in the corner, knowing he will focus back to me. I tightly close my eyes shut, hoping this will be all over soon. After a few seconds nothing happens, but I hear my mother screaming. I don't want to look but I open my eyes just enough to see what is going on. My mother is sprawled on the floor, my father hovering over her, his fist colliding with her face.
Please tell me what you thought of it below, and how I could continue, I'm sorta stuck here. :/