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I pause before entering the house, stopping to gaze up at the sky. A single cloud drifts into view, free. How lovely it would be to be as free as a cloud, to drift through life. The thoughts of an Amity, but I know I will not choose Amity. My hidden temper would clash with their peace.

I finally open the door, slowly shutting the door behind me, trying to be as quiet as possible. It's a habit. I slip my grey shoes and bend down to move them over to the wall. I don't notice them until I had already moved my shoes and was beginning to straighten back up, the other pair of shoes already facing the wall. Father is home early today. I guess his meeting was shorter than expected.

Feet move into my sight, my gaze resting on the floor, stopping directly in front of me. A warm hand lands on my shoulder, a gesture of welcoming. Not appropriate in public, but fine at home.

"It seems I'm not the only one who's plans did not last as long as scheduled." His voice is gentle, but I know not to be fooled by that.

"Did they finish the tests early?" I can feel his probing eyes on the top of my scalp, but I keep my head down, eyes continuing to stare at the floor.

"I was feeling sick. I asked for permission to leave early to avoid getting anyone else sick." I keep my voice level and monotone to hide anything that may try to escape my mind. Hide the fact I'm lying. Father had always been good at knowing when someone was lying.

"That was very selfless of you." The standard response to any good deed in Abnegation. I shake my head.

"I was only doing the right thing."

I won't be able to avoid his gaze forever, but I hope to avoid it for as long as I can.

"Are you still feeling bad?" His voice sounds concerned, but I know it's a lie.

"Not anymore. No sir." I refuse to call him by his preferred title, unless I have to.

"Kathleen, my daughter, haven't I told you to call me 'father'?"

"Yes."

"Then why do you continue calling me 'sir'?" Because your mean and cruel.

"I do not know, sir."

"Tsk, Tsk," father clicks his tongue, "If we don't start addressing people by their proper title, I might put the closet to use again." No, please no! My eyes widen in fear. I keep my gaze on the floor, hatred flaring in my stomach.

"We wouldn't want that, would we?"

"No... Father," I add through gritted teeth."

"See, that wasn't so bad." I can hear him gloating through his voice.

"Now, my dear, I would like to see your pretty eyes." I don't reply, but I don't look up either.

"Kathleen."

"Yes, Father?" I try my best to sound innocent, so he won't punish me, so I don't get stuck in the closet.

"Look at me my child." I don't want to, but I can't disobey him, unless I want the closet, or a whipping. Slowly, hesitantly, I lift up my head. My gaze slowly rises from the floor, working it's way up. My eyes stop briefly, resting to look at his neck. I don't want to look at his face. Just the sight of it makes me sick.

Finally, I look into his face. I look into his eyes, a deep blue color, almost black. His eyes appear warm, but I know it's fake. I didn't understand why my brother left before, but now I do. Our father is cruel, he just dresses us up to look good to make him look better. He's a liar. He's a monster. My father.

Marcus.

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