My body was numb from the pain. You would think twelve years of experiencing abuse would make you use to it. And it did in a sense I haven't felt pain when I got it for close to a year. But although the pain was just as excruciating as it was when I was four, it didn't cause a numbing pain until two years ago when Tobias left our faction. NO, not our faction, Marcus's faction. Abnegation, the selfless. You're probably confused. How can a supposedly selfless man abuse his children. And here's the kick, Marcus was the head of Abnegation. He can do it because he isn't just Abnegation. He's Divergent. A rare tribute that causes a person to belong to more than one faction which someone would originally. Nobody knows. Nobody can know or Marcus will be killed. And so would his children if it was to be discovered we had the gene.

It is the day of my aptitude test. Marcus is reminding me, with his belt and fists, that I am Abnegation and will not leave like my brother. My father doesn't understand that this will only make my decision to leave Abnegation easier. That his beating me will only drive me away more from him and Abnegation.

He finally allows me to recover to my room where the spare first aid kit box was placed. I tried to stop the bleeding that is gradually flowing from a cut on my temple. Once I had done what I could to the wounds on my back, not much because of the angle and I had gotten my chance to look in the mirror yesterday. I looked different yet the same as the day Tobias had left. My dark auburn hair that would reach my shoulders when down but it is up in the same old Abnegation bun, away from my eyes showing off their tinted green orbs that were framed in dark long eye lashes. I have my mother face that I've seen in the few photographs we kept of her. Lightly tanned skin with a small nose with lightly pouted lips. Snapping out of my daze I quickly got dressed in the dull grey clothing but my clothing was different from everyone else's in Abnegation. I had cut the sleeves so I sew them together behind my neck and I had fiddled with the fabric so that it was scrunched and revealed more skin than was technically allowed. I still had to wear a large baggy to cover it up and the marks left from my father's abuse. I didn't want others to pay attention to me through my clothing and it would only result in more punishment from Marcus. Unlike my brother Marcus had only started using his fists and feet two years ago whilst Tobias had had it from when he was young. Tobias would always volunteer for punishment when Marcus had declared he wasn't using the belt.

Tobias had chosen Dauntless at the choosing ceremony two years ago and Marcus had disowned him. On the morning of the Visiting day Tobias had snuck into Abnegation to say a proper goodbye and to tell me about his time in time in training and possibility he could become faction less. He couldn't have become factionless, he was too strong and determined. I swore when he left to choose Dauntless, I would run home instead of taking the bus to and back from school. I would help move rubble when I could. No one would question it. I was Abnegation after all.

With my things in hand, I walked straight out of the house and started to run.

TIME SKIP

We all sit around on tables with our own faction. I sit at the end of our bench next to Caleb who is kindly asking people how they are feeling. Acting as a perfect person for Abnegation. But unlike the people who believe the act I can see the uncertain look he has in his eyes everyday. The envious glances he sometimes gives Beatrice, his sister, when she acts the opposite of someone from Abnegation and gets away with it easily but he feels it is expected from him to be perfect. I also notice how excited he gets in classes . He loves learning but he is worried about the feud between Euridite, the knowledgeable, and Abnegation.

Across from him is his younger sister Beatrice. I've never really talked to her, she gives off this similar vibe from Marcus, not the abusive one but the one that he has to cover up, the one that screams Divergent but I already know what she will pick. Dauntless. It's obvious with the way she watches them jump of the moving train in the morning. I don't see the point of trying to befriend her now, she'll only be competition later, once we join Dauntless and maybe if she gets through initiation then we can be friends. And if she doesn't no love lost.

I never particularly liked the Prior or anyone else in Abnegation much anyway. How could they not noticed I was getting abused? But I've gotten over it.

My train of thought is stopped.

"Blaise J Eaton and Caleb Prior" a woman states loudly. (Blaise Jamie Eaton. Wasn't sure about the middle name if you have suggestions please say so in review)

I stand excitedly but don't let it show on my face until I'm in a small room with a wall that was just mirrors. A dauntless man stood next to a metallic chair and machines. His hair was a buzz cut and black with dark green strikes throughout his hair. He had a strong build and broad shoulders with black symbols tattooed across his showing skin.

"HI, I'm J and I'll be administering your test. Take a seat and we'll get started" J smiled and gestured to the metallic chair that I sat in after examining what I could see for a few seconds. J picked a a small glass of orange-like liquid, hovering his hand in front of my chest he explains "Drink this and it should take a rough minute to start"

I drink the liquid and my vision starts to blur before he finishes his sentence. Just before I fall unconscious my last though was, So much for a minute, huh?

TIME SKIP

When I open my eyes J was staring at the screen with his face impassive. I instantly knew what had happened. I was inconclusive. I was Divergent.

"I'm Divergent aren't I?" My voice shows no emotion. I hope.

He turns to me but his eyes surprise me. They're sad and full of loss. "Yes, you're results were between Candor, Abnegation and Dauntless"

"Am I going to die?" I make my voice tremble but I can tell by the look in his eyes he wasn't going to tell.

"No" J sighs "But you mustn't tell anyone and if you do come to Dauntless and get past the first part of initiation come and ask for me at the tattoo parlour, okay?"

"Of course" I lighten my voice jumping off of the chair and walking towards the door. J's voice stops me.

"How did you know there was a possibility of you being Divergent?"

I turn to him with a cheeky smile on my face "Now that would be telling"

I walk out with a small smile on my face, the only reason it's small is because it was the end of the day meaning going back to the house.

The run home was normal except from deciding to stop by where the factionless usually are to give them the extra fruit from my bag.

I walk into the house that I will never see again after tomorrow with a small bounce in my

step.

"Blaise, hun. Come here, please" Marcus shouts from the living room.

As I approach I can hear him talking to Mr and Mrs Prior, Marcus's right hand man in running Abnegation.

"Hello father, Mr and Mrs Prior. How are you and your wife today?" I stand straight, rigid, my voice blank.

" Me and my husband am good, Blaise. How are you today?" you can see it is an automatic way Mrs Prior speaks. I know she hadn't come from this fraction and although she wasn't unhappy with her husband and children I knew she was becoming bored with Abnegation and often went around on auto-pilot.

"I am doing well, Mrs Prior. I hope I am not interrupting anything of consequence or importance" I can tell Mrs Prior can see that me, like her do not fully belong in Abnegation and she is prepared to deal with the backlash of my leaving although it is not her job.

"No, Blaise. I was wondering if I could speak to you for a moment actually"Marcus answers. He wants to know the results of my aptitude test although it is against the rules I cannot deny him the answer or I will face punishment again tonight.

"Of coarse, father" I answer. He leads me to the kitchen that is far enough away from the sitting room for Mr and Mrs Prior to hear.

"How was your aptitude test today?" his mouth is close to my ear and his arm tightens his sudden grip on my arm. I try not to wince.

"Acceptable, I got Abnegation" I don't hold off telling him he'll just get angry.

"Good" his grip tightens before letting go entirely "Now why don't you start on dinner, Blaise, whilst I show Mr and Mrs Prior out" it wasn't a suggestion but an order.

"Yes, father" I place my bag down on a dining table chair before collecting the food to cook.

Dinner is a quiet affair and I go to my room as soon as we're both finished, it's Marcus's turn to wash the dishes tonight. I sleep silently only feeling anticipation for tomorrow, the last day I'll have to live with Marcus. The last day I set foot in Abnegation.