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"Hey look the Stiff's on the monkey bars!" I was certainly on the monkey bars. Not only on them but I was upside down. A selfish pleasure. So selfish I was holding up the line. A stiff who isn't even supposed be on the monkey bars in first place was holding up the line. The other Abnegation girls stood, eyes wide in utter shock. I wasn't only Abnegation. I was council members daughter. I was disgracing the entire faction but at the moment I could care less. For the time anyway.
"Abigail!" A sharp voice sounded. Dad. His voice scared me so much I dropped from the bar hitting my face in the rubber ground. A hand lay upon my shoulder dragging me up. Silently me father took me home. Not a word. My father didn't use many words around me. He didn't have to.
I quivered when we walked up the steps to my plain gray abnegation house. He was mad. And the madder he is the harder he hits. The door opens. 10 seconds. The blinds close. 7 seconds. My brother takes his homework to his room. 4 seconds. The clock ticks until my father turns to look at me. Not a word. There are few words typically.
The belt un clips. Loop by loop it is unwound. Each second a second closer. I hate time.
Knock. Knock. I breathe a sigh of relief. The belt goes back on. I sit at the table trying to look like a little innocent abnegation girl. I'm surprised I fool anyone. Dad walks to the door and unlocks it. There stands a little Abnegation girl around my age. She is in several of my classes at school. Beatrice Prior. "I'm sorry if I am disturbing you but Abigail left her school books. Near the playground." I glared at her from where I sat.
"Abigail, come apologize to what's your name dear?" He said false sweetly.
"Beatrice, but it's not that big of a deal. I was on my way home so it wasn't much of an errand," my father smiled at her. He's never smiled at me. Smirked but never smiled.
"I'm sorry," I say. I look to my father in reassurance. Was a simple apology ok?
"Why are you sorry Abigail?" Beatrice was looking at her feet. I suppose she was feeling very awkward. I was red of course. Not of embarrassment but anger and fear a whole lot of fear. "I'm sorry for being irresponsible and selfish. I also apologize for making you late home and losing family time," my father nodded.
Beatrice left. If only she could stay. The door latched behind her. Again my fathers belt came off the loop. He starred at me for several seconds and all ready a tear rolled down my eye. I'm so weak. So incredibly weak. The belt came back. Then down. Smash! Against my face. He grabbed my arm shoving me to the ground. Again and again the belt came down. My face. My back. My arms. My whole body screamed in pain. 13 years of this. I was done. "Stop," I whispered only half in the moment. The blows against blows hurt more each time they came down. "Please!" This time louder.
"This is for the greater good," was all he said. All he ever said. I could hear the belt go back ready for the next blow I felt it come down. But not on my back. On someone else's. On my brothers. Tobias was always there to stop him when he got carried away. But not without a fight. So Tobias gets his share of a beating. Why does he have to be so selfless to the point of stupidity? The whip came down one last time. That's how we live in Marcus Eaton's household. We wait till the last blow. Because it always comes. The last blow always comes.