Delilah Eaton sat in her plain grey room, on her grey bed looking at the grey walls and she didn't know what to do or think. The house was silent, for there was no one in but herself, her mother had died when she was young and her brother had transferred to Dauntless four years ago. Her father Marcus Eaton had been out at a council meeting as he was the Abnegation leader and all. Though she was certain he was probably drunk in some pub in the factionless parts of the city, and there in lied her problem, he could be home anytime now and he would probably be drunk and it was always worse when he was drunk. See, Marcus had been abusing his children ever since their mother died eleven years ago, he blamed his children for her death, though they had never understood why, she had died during childbirth of their sibling that would have been eleven today. Then Delilah realised, it was exactly eleven years since her mother's death, and Marcus would most definitely be drunk and in a fouler mood than he was usually in. It was moments like this when Delilah wanted to just crawl up into a ball and die, for four years she had been flinching at any sound of a floor board creaking or air flowing through a slightly open window and while yes it had been like this for eleven years up until four years ago Tobias had always been the one to take the brunt of Marcus' anger but the he left and there was no one to protect her but herself. She always knew Tobias was going to transfer as soon as he was able to, and that was the plan for her too, she didn't hate her brother for leaving her but she didn't like the fact that she was with Marcus alone, especially given when he found out Tobias transferred he went absolutely berserk and as usual took it out on her, claiming it was her fault he left.
Suddenly she heard a loud CRASH! She couldn't move, she sat rooted to the spot as she heard her father walking towards her room, his shoes thumping against the wooden floorboards. "You!" Marcus roared in her face, "I've been looking for you, it's all your fault your mother died, it's your fault Tobias left and now I'm going to make you pay" he shouts. Before Delilah can even register what's about to happen, he makes a swift punch at her ribs and then at her face, pummelling her with his fists until she on the floor coughing up blood. "Scream you bitch" Marcus shouted at her, but she shook her head, she refused to give him the pleasure of hearing her scream. This only made him more angry and he started to kick her in the head she brought her hands up to protect her head from his feet but that made her ribs and stomach vulnerable, so seizing his chance Marcus gave several quick kicks to her ribs. He repeated this over and over, for what felt like eternity but in reality was probably only a couple of minutes, until he got bored and gave up, it was clear she wasn't going to satisfy him so with one final kick to the face he stomped back down the corridor to the living room only to pass out on the sofa, leaving Delilah unconscious on her bedroom floor, her blood staining the light grey carpet.
By the time Delilah came to she saw it was seven in the morning, she had to be out of the house by eight if she was going to make it to the school on time, as it was on hours walk from the Abnegation housing to the main school hall. That was where the choosing ceremony was being held, yes today was the day of the choosing ceremony, the day she got out of here, the day she joined Tobias and best of all the day she got away from Marcus. She walked slowly to the shower her ribs aching from the beating she took last night. She turned on the taps and let the water run as she inspected the damage in the mirror, she really didn't care about running the water bill, as she knew Marcus would not be in the house as he would be at the school getting things ready for the ceremony and she would not be coming back here ever again. As she looked in the mirror at her bruises she could see that she had a very black eye and her face was cut all over the place, she looked down the mirror at her ribs they were various shades of purple and she was sure he had broken some. She had to admit that she had gotten of better than she usually would have especially considering it was the anniversary of her mother's death and Tobias' leaving. She had expected much worse. Delilah quickly got in the shower not wanting to be late for the ceremony, once she was done she went to the cabinet just above the sink and took out the foundation, which she used to cover up as much of the bruising and cuts on her face as she could, but despite all her efforts she did not have enough foundation to cover all the cuts and just hoped nobody noticed and thought she got them during the Dauntless initiation.
Once Delilah had finished covering as much as she could, she placed the empty bottle back in the cabinet. She made her way to the kitchen, but once she got there she realised she didn't have much of an appetite, she was too nervous, she couldn't help but think Marcus was going to find some way of forcing her to stay. Deciding she couldn't eat, she look at the clock on the wall, it was quarter to eight, and not wanting to be around Marcus any longer than would be necessary she wandered down the corridor which led to her and Tobias' old rooms, but instead of going into her room, she walked into Tobias', for some reason she was almost tempted not to go in, it was the first time she had stepped in his room since he left, but she gathered herself, she had to go in she couldn't bear to leave without looking in his wardrobe. She composed herself and walked in, although rather timidly, and walked over to the grey wooden wardrobe that sat in the far corner of the room. She wasn't if she would find what she was looking for as she wasn't certain whether or not had Tobias had taken it when he left. She wouldn't have been angry if he had as it wasn't hers it was actually their mothers and was the only thing they had to remind them of her, and of happier times.
It took her while, and she was about to give up after searching for over ten minutes when spotted that part of the cupboard floor was a shade darker, intrigued she tried to lift one of the panels and was surprised when she found that it gave way with ease, she was even more pleasantly surprised when she saw what she was looking for, it was an average paperback book, there was no title to the book, the cover was just a deep rich purple. She was over the moon when she saw it and wasn't surprised Tobias had left it, after all he had got away, she would still have to suffer from Marcus for another for years. Overjoyed that she found the book, Delilah rushed into her room and ripped open her chest of drawers searching for a good enough bag, that wouldn't look out of place but was sturdy enough to hold the book without her having to fear it falling out. After a quick rummage through one of the drawers she found the bag she was looking for, she quickly shoved it in the bag and made sure the bag was tightly closed, by the time she got back to the kitchen she saw it was eight, so with one final look around at her home, she sighed, it wasn't because she was going to miss her childhood, good fucking riddance to it I her opinion, no she was sighing case it felt like the weight on her shoulders had lifted slightly, she was so close to being free.
It was approaching nine by the time Delilah got to the front of the school, and she saw a load of Erudite and Candor getting of the bus which had passed her on her way. Apart from the usual jeers she got from the Candor teens sat at the back of the bus, her walk to the school had been rather uneventful, she hadn't bothered to do anything for the factionless wandering around as she had seen other abnegation doing, she didn't see the point she wasn't coming back so why should she bother. Once she reached the hall Delilah quietly stood behind the line of teens choosing today, she was the last person in the queue as she would be the last person to be called because her surname began with E and they went in reverse alphabetical order, also Abnegation would be called choose last as it was their turn to host the ceremony this year and whichever faction was hosting went last out of curtesy or some bullshit like that. Delilah knew it was going to be a while before her name was called, but she had never expected it to take as long as it did, it had taken four hours before they had gotten to Abnegation choosing.
Up till now Delilah hadn't been paying much attention to the ceremony she was to apprehensive about getting away from Marcus and to her brother at Dauntless, but now she was watching with unwavering attention, a boy from Abnegation by the name of Caleb Prior had just transferred to Erudite, this was what had first caught her attention as nobody had ever transferred from Abnegation, in fact Tobias had been the first Abnegation to transfer in close to fifty years, that's why it had caused as much uproar as it did, everyone thought it was preposterous that somebody from Abnegation would ever transfer. But what made Delilah curiosity peak even more was the fact that Caleb's sister Beatrice Prior was to choose next, they weren't best of friends but they were quite close, especially after Tobias left, and Delilah was certain she was going to transfer and wasn't at all surprised when she chose Dauntless as Delilah remembered back to the countless times he caught her staring after the Dauntless running about the city, when she was supposed to be helping the factionless. At the thought, Delilah couldn't help but laugh, they were so similar, they both had older brothers who were very protective of them and neither of them fit in Abnegation and the would both be transferring to Dauntless, yet they had completely different reasons for wanting to leave.
Once Marcus had gotten the crowd to settle down, clearly Abnegation was none too happy about two transfers let alone them being related. Delilah took this as an opportunity to look over at Andrew and Natalie Prior, she wasn't at all surprised to see that they held no upset or hatred for their children, in fact Delilah could have sworn they almost proud of their children's choices. Then again they were probably the most accepting and understanding people in Abnegation and they probably knew before they got here that their children were not going to be staying and them seemed perfectly OK with this.
Delilah was about to fall asleep, the ceremony had been going on for nearly six hours given there had been major disruption after Caleb and Beatrice's choices, suddenly she heard her name being called by her father, she flinched violently at the memories of her father shouting her name before bursting into her room and beating her for doing something wrong. Composing herself quickly, Delilah looked round thankful nobody seemed to have notice her behaviour, she stood up slowly and made away down to her father, and didn't break his gaze. When she reached the bowls in the middle of the room Marcus handed her the knife, and for a brief second she wondered what would happen if she just straight up plunged the blade into her father's chest, but this thought was pushed to the back of her mind, she knew she needed to get to Dauntless, to her brother, and she wouldn't be able to do that if in prison. She looked at each of the bowls with a fleeting glance before returning her stare to her father and without breaking eye contact brought the blade to her hand and thrust her hand over the bowl filled with hot coals and couldn't help but laugh at the murderous glare her father was giving her as she heard her blood sizzle as it landed on the coals.
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