Hello everyone, for those who are new this is the third story in Andy Eaton's story. This follows closely to Allegiant, as much as Andy will let me at least. She's getting pretty strong willed. So please, if you're new to Andy's story find Younger Sister and Her Family on my profile and read it. This story will not make sense unless you read them first.
Now for those that have, I'm glad you found Their Life. Again, the reason for naming the story Their Life is because during the first time I read Allegiant all I could say is it's all a lie. Their life is all a lie. So there's my reasoning. Now, I'm going to warn you all. There is mentioning of self harm in this story. I do not encourage it at all. For those who are struggling, I erg you to find someone you can confide it and talk with them.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Divergent Trilogy.
Chapter 1: Still Unforgiven.
I stir the soup in the pot. I have been here for a week and nothing. No one returned. So I'm not sure what will happen if I leave the Abnegation sector. Plus I don't know what I'm going to find on the way to Erudite. I don't want to think about it. So I just stir my soup. I was told to stay here until someone got me. Bass's words through Uriah. That's what I'm going to do. The thought has crossed my mind that they all killed each other. I swallow hard at just thinking about that. Tris, Christina, Lynn, Uriah… God. I pray they aren't dead. I ladle some of the soup up and taste it. It burns the second I touch my lips and I spill it all over my arms.
"SHIT!" I cuss out as I drop the ladle and hold my wrapped wrist. "That hurt." I hold it as I walk over to the sink and turn on the water. "I guess that means that lunch is ready." The only thing I have been eating is what I have found in the neighboring house. Today's lunch is beef and vegetable soup. Slowly, I unwrap the gauze and see the fresh blood from the cuts. "Crap." I breathe out as I pull it off and put it under the water. It's been awhile since I done that last. I ease the water to the coldest and let it wash over the burns and cuts. Great. The blood washes off and the burn cools down when I pull it out and dab my arm dry. I'm going to have to wrap it again. So I turn around, turn off the stove and move the pot. It's going to be a little bit. I hope everyone is okay. My other hand grips the railing as I walk up the stairs. So many painful memories on this staircase alone. Yes, I'm starting to remember everything. Peter was right. I just need to let myself react to things and I will go back to normal. I walk into my bedroom and to the desk. The medical supply was moved here for easy access. I rub some medicine on my even cuts and then wrap it. Bass told me not to do this, but something just came over me and I did it. The first ones are scabbed over and they're on my thighs. But it wasn't enough. I had to cut more and deeper. So I moved to my wrists. The left wrist is fine now. I did those ones a few days ago. I did this one last night. I felt better right after that. I didn't focus on how everyone could be died. The emotionally pain seemed unimportant, now they just weigh on me. I seethe as I wrap. I did these ones a bit too deep. Last night wasn't my better moments. I was crying so hard last night in bed. I missed Uriah. I miss him so badly and I thought that if no one came for me by now that he's dead. I was really thinking that killing myself was smart. So I cut deep. My brain told me I wasn't worth the quick and easy way out. I had to suffer. Well, after a minute of watching the blood fall onto the bed sheet I remember in Abnegation, killing your self is selfish. I wasn't going to disgrace what's left of this place. It was hard but I was able to get the blood to stop and now here I am. Bandaging it again. Forth time since I woke up this morning. Now it so tight, it almost hurts.
Suddenly, I hear a shattering and I tense up. I grab my guns that I have under the waist band of my pants and listen.
"What the hell?" It a man's voice. But I can't tell who from the sound of it. Slowly walk to my door to peer out and then I hear another crash. The man tripped in one of my string trip wires. So I run half way down the stairs and aim both ready guns at the intruder. I can't see his face. All I see is blue.
"State you business." I shout firmly at him.
"Crap." He mumbles as he tries to get up. I click the guns into place and run over to him. Both barrels are pressed into his head and the man stops moving.
"Don't move." I hiss. "Tell me why you're here or I will shoot you."
"Damn, what's you with you and the string?" I hear him ask and I stomp my foot on his back. He thuds back to the ground. "Damn it Ann! It's me, Tobias." I pull the guns away, but I don't lift my foot.
"What?" I ask him. "Then why are you wearing blue jeans?" I ask him. "Only Erudite wear blue. You wouldn't be caught dead in blue."
"It's a law Evelyn came up with, now get your foot off my back so I can get up." I do as he says and disarm the guns and put them back. Bass slowly stands up and sure enough, it's him. "Dang, why is there string everywhere?" He says as he looks around. I ignore him and shut the door and walk into the kitchen. "What happen?"
"I don't know. I was the one that was told to stay in Abnegation." I bite out as I grab another bowl and spoon. "So you tell me."
"You're still mad…" He states.
"Damn right. I waited a week for news about anything." I tell him as I grab another bowl and fill them. "I thought your guys could have died." I add without the bite.
"Sorry about that. A lot of things have been happening. No one is really supposed to be out of the Erudite sector until everything settled down." Bass explains as he slowly makes his way to the kitchen. "Now what's up with the string and the plate shattering?"
"In case Erudite won and they came to get me for more testing. Sort of an alarm system." I tell him as I walk over with both bowls to the table. "Since I wasn't told anything." I roll my eyes and sit down with Bass to eat. "I take it that I wasn't on mom's priorities list."
"Yeah, she isn't too happy with you right now." He tastes the soup before continuing. "There are some rumors that you help Tris, Christina, Cara, and Marcus betray Evelyn." I narrow my eyes at him.
"Betray? No. I told them I couldn't go because I would kill him." I tell him. "I'm not sure about any betraying. Just getting something that Abnegation wanted to talk about and Jeanine didn't want that to happen." I inform him.
"And you didn't tell her. You're considered a traitor." I roll my eyes and eat my soup.
"Mom is so willing to get rid of me. Since I wasn't her fair haired child." I mumble as I chew. "And no, I'm not a traitor. I'm not considered trust worthy, so I didn't say anything. No one would believe me anyway." I shrug my shoulders and Bass groans.
"I didn't mean.." He tries to defend.
"I don't care. You said it." I cut him off. "You know what to say to get me upset, hurt, or better. You shouldn't have told me you didn't trust me. You know how important trust is to me. Especially with my own brother. The one that I stood up for many times for in this very damn house." I'm too pissed to just sit. So I stand up, knocking my chair over in the process and walk over to the stove to clean up. "Tobias, if you really didn't mean it, you wouldn't have said it." I grab some tupperware and put the rest of the soup in it so I can clean the pot. "There are certain words you don't use with people. Like Candor, you don't call someone there dishonest. Amity, you don't tell them that they are impolite and rude. Erudite, no matter what you don't call someone unintelligent. Abnegation, you don't call them prideful or self righteous. And dauntless…" I turn and smile at him mockingly as I walk to the sink to wash the pot. "You don't call them cowards. Now I can go through each and every people that I know and tell you things that they can't handle hearing." I drop the pot in the sink and turn towards him. Bass is just sitting there, listening to me. "Like you, I shouldn't call you weak or a coward…" I smirk because I'm pissed. "Or tell you that you are just as abusive as our…"
"Shut up." He cuts me off as he stands. "I didn't mean…" I walk over to him with a menacing glare.
"See how that felt?" I cut him off. "Doesn't it hurt? Doesn't it just want you to hit me and shout back?" Bass starts to shake with anger as I mock him and get closer. "Did I just push your buttons?" I ask as I turn my head to the side and ask in a very babyish voice. I see his shoulder move and I bring my arms up to block the punch to my face and stomach. Not sure where he's going to aim. It's just reflex. His fist hits the arm over my face. "I did, didn't I?" I shake my head as I grab his fist. "You just swung at your own little sister. How do you feel, Tobias Eaton? Angry? Upset? Confused? What do you feel about me knowing exactly what pisses you off? There's more that piss you off, but we're not going there right now." I see his blue eyes start to dance as he is trying to understand what's going on. I throw his fist to his side and cross my arms over my chest. "You know what words set me off. Stiff, stupid, Untrustworthy, weak, ungrateful, There's a list, isn't there. You know what gets me upset only because we know each other so well. We have been through hell together." I remind him. "When you said that you didn't trust me having your back, I didn't know what to think. I had your back when we lived here together and during those two years and even in Dauntless. Tobias, I was able to shoot and kill people to protect you and Tris. Even when I didn't remember anything. And you still think I wouldn't be able to do the same then." I shake my head. "I was pissed. You knew all of that and still told me it, even though it might have been a lie. There were so many things you could have said instead of that. You made Tori, Harrison, Nate and the damn factionless leaders have some doubt in me." I shut my eyes and shake my head before turning to the sink to wash the pot up. Silence stretches over us as I turn on the water and rinse the pot as I try not to get my bandage wet. "How was it? Evelyn taking all your guns so you couldn't fight against her? Her backstabbing Tori and the rest of you?" I see his face harden as I say it. "And Tris, I take it her mission failed?"
"How did you…" He says quietly.
"I overheard mom talking to her factionless leaders." I cut him off. "I didn't trust her at all. So I made sure I paid attention to her. She never belonged in Abnegation." I tell him simply. "Do you even know what she was going on about? She told me that Marcus didn't tell her." He doesn't reply and I know he is hiding something. After I turn off the water and dry the pot, I look at him. Bass is staring at my arms. He noticed.
"I thought you told me you wouldn't cut again." His voice is even as he looks at my right wrist.
"You don't trust me, so does it matter?" I'm sharp with him as I walk over to the cabinet the pot belongs in.
"You promised. And why do you have gauze on your wrist?" He sounds like he knows, but wants me to say it.
"I burned myself on accident while cooking." I deadpan as I open the cabinet and put the pot back. "And doesn't really matter. You knew I wouldn't be trusted to keep it." As I bring my hand down I feel his hand grab my arm and start to unwrap it. I pull away from him and he doesn't let go. It hurts badly and I feel the blood resurfacing. "Tobias, let me go." I cry out as I try to yank it away. He won't let go. He is bound and determined to see if I'm telling the truth. So I ball up my other fist and swing at him. Bad idea. He grabs it and I'm stuck. But at least he can unwrap it anymore. "That hurts."
"Ann, you promised you wouldn't anymore. It's dangerous." His voice isn't calm anymore. He is short and rude. I feel the blood start to soak the gauze. I need to get away. Training, what did he train you to do? My foot slams down on his and his grip loosens enough to pull my right arm free. "Shit!" I lift my other leg up and kick him in the gut to get him to let go completely. I go to run but he grabs me from behind and holds me really tight around the stomach. No… "Ann, stop it right now. Let me check it." I struggle against his grip and it only gets tight.
"Let go of me. You're going to hurt me." I whine out. I have to stop moving. How do I get out of this?
"Let me check your wrist." I can't. His grip is too tight. My hand slips into the waist band of my pants. My fingers graze against the cool metal of my gun. I have to. There is no other choice. He's going to hurt me badly. I grip the handle and elbow him in the gut hard as I get away. I turn and face him as I get a kick to my gut.
"Shit." I cry out with instant tears. My body starts to shake as instincts kick in. I lift the gun into the air and hit him with the back of the gun as hard as I can. Bass doesn't move fast enough and gets the full force on his temple, knocking him out. His body hits the ground before I crumble. I land on my knees hard as I drop the gun and hold my stomach. "That's going to cause problems." I breathe out as the gun hits the ground. Tears fall down my face as I look at my brother. I knocked him out. I hit him, but I had every intention of shooting him.
It takes me a moment before I can move and lift him up the stairs and into his room. I got to make sure he's stable enough so I can check myself. That's going to be hard. I slowly place his body on his bed and go to get a cool wash cloth. He's going to have a headache when he wakes. I feel bad. I even grab him a glass of water and leave it by his bed before I leave to my bathroom to where I placed a stolen mirror in. Closing the door behind me, I lift up my shirt and look at my reflection in the mirror. I can still feel his arms around me, squeezing.