A/N: OK! Right! (Breathes deeply) I'm so excited for this! This is my Divergent Fan Fiction – the predictable Four/OC (Sister) story! Except – this one will not be 200 words per chapter, 7 chapters long and never finished! Oh NO! I have been trawling through the Fan Fiction site for any story over 10 chapters and I've found approx. 2! So... I thought I could make it approx. 3! He He!

Anyways, please, please, please read and REVIEW! It would make my world! Constructive Criticism is welcome, (NOT – 'This is crap!') and I love a little praise - I'm human OK! Tell me if you like it, if you have another story to recommend – etc. Just DM me!

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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I am not Veronica Roth, I do not own any of the characters, except my OC (Eleanor Eaton) so you don't need to sue!

I take a deep breath. My hands are shaking, my skin mottled a bruised purple. I take a glimpse over my shoulder; my long hair spiralling round my face; long, dark strands whipping my cheeks, harsh, and just like any other blow I have taken, cold and unfeeling. Sunlight trickles in through my window, its golden glow almost calming my heart beat, yet not quite. I turn around, not quite ready for what is to come. I step into my bedroom once again. I let my hands trail the walls, gliding over the smooth, un-indulgent grey of my walls. I stare at my desk, my plain bed. Knowing, tonight will be the last night I will sleep in this bed. Suddenly, yet slowly, as if not to disturb the memories to quickly, I turn to face the closet, and as slowly as I tried to turn, all the memories come rushing back. The screams, the sobs, the pleads for the torture to end. I let the tears slip, for the first time in two years I feel the emotions course through my veins, the adrenaline kicking in, and I find myself letting the anger come out.

On an adrenaline powered impulse, I run from my room, into his, I let my body take over, my hands scrambling for his few, hidden, forbidden treasures. Soon, I find the crystal glass ornament. I bring it up to the light, watching it sparkle as the pattern reflects on the walls; then, hating its beauty, I fling it to the ground, letting out a scream of frustration. My father comes rushing up the stairs, I watch his face fall, before coming cold as he processes the tiny shards of glass glittering on the floor.

'How dare you!' He screeches the words out, not bothering to stay quiet. Swiftly, as if by instinct I watch him take his belt out of his trousers, I know what should happen next. He'll hit me, and I'll cower, soon starting to beg him to stop. Not today. Not on the last day – today I will defend myself; soon he will no longer be able to touch me. Soon, there will be no way for him to inflict any more pain on my heart. Today, I will win, I will conquer him. As he coils the belt around his arm, like a snake, I stand tall. As he unravels it, I stand tall. As he brings it down onto my face, striking my cheek, I stand tall. I will not let him win. Never again.

Instead, I walk away from him, not letting him see the tears that fall like rivers down my face, not letting him see my shaking hands.

I will walk away.

And soon,

I will be gone.

Like him.

The person who abandoned me.

The only person in the world I hate more than my father.

My brother.

Tobias.

He said he would protect me – he said he would be there for me. He swore on his life, that he would always be there - to stop things going too far. He promised me he would stop it, he said he could stop me hurting. I was only five when he said that, yet, I still remember now. I remember now, the broken promise. I believed him. But he left. He left me with mymonster of a father.

I wipe the memories away, along with the tears as I walk down the stairs, through the hallway, out the door. I slam it shut. And then, I collapse against it, the tears cascade down my face like waterfalls as I sob, and I use my sleeves to rub against my eyes. I have to stop. Before anyone sees me...

Today, I will find out which faction I belong to – and I will listen to the test – as long as it doesn't say Abnegation. I doubt it will, but if it did, well... I don't think I'd know what to do.

After a few minutes, I stand up - the wind making my eyes even more watery than they were. At least I'll have an excuse. The bus draws up at the end of the street. I jog up to it, my clothes billowing. When I get on, I notice Beatrice and Caleb Prior; and I smile. I like Beatrice, and I wonder if we might end up in the same faction. You never know, and Beatrice, most certainly, will not be staying in Abnegation. Caleb, however, seems to be a done deal – although there seems to be a little misperception of him. I wonder if I am the only one who has noticed how much time he spends in the library. It will be a scandal, of course; Abnegation or Erudite?

The bus bumps through the roads, and I can't help but smile, knowing that this time tomorrow I'll nearly be free. A concept that I am completely new to, freedom is one of the many things Marcus deprived me of. I was never allowed to go out with my friends, or help with the factionless – unless he was there. Of course, then it was fine.

The first part of the morning goes by quickly and I all can hear is my heart pounding. I don't see or hear anyone else; just me, my heart and my soon to come freedom. The bell finally goes, and everyone files into the canteen to wait.

The Erudite have their heads all bent over books and newspapers, the Amity playing some childish clapping game, Candor arguing with smiles on their faces, Dauntless playing a card game, the laughter echoing, making me more desperate to be free from the Abnegation ways. We sit quietly contemplating our 'selflessness', defying the human nature like this makes me sick to the stomach.

Slowly, the hall starts to empty as names our called. Alphabetically by surname, my surname is Eaton, and it is not long until my name is called. My hands are shaking violently and all I want to do is get it done and over with...

I need to know;

Where am I going to go?

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