A/N: I know, I know I'm a terrible person because I promised an update by this weekend and it's Monday. Technically it is Labor Day, so it may still be the weekend for you, but it's been almost a week and I feel bad for not updating. I didn't just forget about the story though.
I didn't have my computer around me a lot this week, but I did have my phone so I tried typing the chapter on it, and then discovered I hate writing on my phone.
Anyway thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story it makes me so happy to see that y'all like this!
Here's chapter 4 enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own divergent!
My alarm clock blares in my ears.
I groan and roll over to turn it off, when I do, I immediately notice the immense soreness and throbbing of my body. David didn't let me out of my room for the rest of the night, so I didn't eat dinner yesterday. I also pretty much passed out on the bed at around 8. I walk into the bathroom, well more like I drag myself into the bathroom, to get ready. I put in my contacts and just pull my hair into a bun, so I don't have to curl it. I grab the same jeans I wore yesterday and a new shirt, but the same jacket. I don't have a lot of clothing options since David doesn't believe in buying me more than the bare necessities. I walk, well, limp to the kitchen with my backpack.
David is sitting there reading the paper, like he is every day. I go over to grab an apple and a bag of potato chips for lunch. I fill up a coffee cup and David finally speaks, "did you learn your lesson?" He asks calmly.
"Yes sir," I say politely.
He flips the paper, "Good."
I grab my coffee, limp out the door and down to the train station. I pull out my sketch book and start to doodle when I remember that we have to decide who we're doing our quarter project on in art. This should be easy, but since in the last few years the only person who's impacted my life is David and it was in a negative way, I have no idea what I'm going to do.
I decide that I'll just make someone up. The train arrives at the station, I stand up too quickly and immediately regret it as my side explodes in pain. I groan and have no idea how I'm physically going to make it through the day. Thank god for the elevators.
I make it up to my locker to find Christina standing right next to it talking to four. I walk up to them, "Hey Allison!" She says excitedly.
I nod and limp to my locker.
"Whoa what happened to you?" She asks.
"Kickboxing." I mutter.
Four raises an eyebrow, "You do kickboxing?" He challenges.
I turn and face him with a hard glare, "Yes four. I do. And if you think I look bad, you should see the other guy, I won."
He looks impressed and nods I turn back to my locker,
"Well I gotta go to class, by Christina, bye Allison." He gives me a smirk which I return with a glare.
Christina turns to me with her mouth in the shape of an o. "Did you seriously just say that to him? Did that seriously just happen?"
I shrug, "what?" I question.
She gets a mischievous smirk on her face, "he likes you."
I laugh, "Yeah right." I reply.
"No I'm serious if anyone else challenged him like that he wouldn't have talked to them for a month and may have punched them, but he actually smirked at you!" She exclaims.
I roll my eyes, "Christina you guys are too scared of him, like I told him yesterday, he's all bark and no bite."
Christina is gawking at me, "He definitely likes you! You said that to him and he still talked to you today? That's unheard of!"
The bell rings and we start walking to class. She suddenly turns to me, "Oh my gosh do you like him?"
"No! Geez I just met the guy! I haven't even known him for a full day! He doesn't like me and I don't like him!"
She doesn't stop smiling. We get to class and she immediately starts gossiping with Will. I zone out and doodle mindlessly in my notebook.
By the time lunch rolls around, I'm starving! I haven't eaten in 24 hours. Plus last period was miserable, I swear Mrs. Mathews is out to get me. She made me answer every question and proceeded lecturing me about paying attention when I got every answer wrong even though I had payed attention the entire class.
I walk into the cafeteria and find the group sitting at the same table as yesterday, except this time, Caleb is there and a blonde girl sitting next to him, that must be Cara. I sit down and grimace, every nerve in my body still hurts.
Uriah immediately calls out to me, "Allison! Hey, so do you really do kickboxing?" I nod. "That's so cool can you teach me some moves?"
I shrug, "I don't know I'm not a very good teacher."
Four walks in and sits inter empty seat next to me. Christina jabs my side and looks at me grinning, I just roll my eyes.
"So is everyone to Christina's tonight?" Shauna asks.
Everyone says yeah except me, "I have to ask my dad I kind of forgot last night." The bell rings and I tell Christina I'll meet her in class. I head up to the art room and find that Caleb is already sitting in his seat, unlike yesterday. My stomach is still doing flip flops around him, but I try to keep it calm as I sit next to him. "Hey." I say "are you going to Christina's tonight?" I ask.
He nods, "Yeah, I'm getting dragged there by Cara. Are you?"
"I don't know yet have to ask my dad."
He shrugs. He pulls out his phone and clicks it on he's screen saver makes my heart skip a beat. It's the same photo I fall asleep holding every night.
That's when I realize I just passed out last night and I wasn't holding the picture. I immediately grab my backpack and dig through it searching for the photo, my fingers find the soft paper and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
Caleb is staring at me quizzically. I make up an excuse really quickly, "I, uh, thought I left my phone at home and my father would be mad at me if had."
He nods and goes back to his phone. I can't believe Caleb has the same picture I have. I mean I can believe it, he is my brother, and of course my family would have the picture, I just didn't expect Caleb to carry it around. Tori comes in and every stops chatting. Caleb puts his phone in his pocket.
"Ok so today I want you to keep brainstorming on your projects, you probably have an idea of who you're doing it on, so start thinking about how you're going to make your art piece." She goes to her desk, calls roll, and then we're free to do whatever.
I turn around and face Christina. "What are you doing yours on?" I ask.
She shrugs, "I don't know, maybe some celebrity or something. You?"
"I have no idea." I say. She turns to Caleb, "What about you Caleb, what are you doing yours on?"
"My sister." He says simply. My eyes widen a little bit. I can't believe he would do his project about me. I want to tell him that's so sweet and thank him, but I technically have no idea who he is and I don't even know he has a sister.
"I didn't know you have a sister, does she go to this school?" I ask.
He turns to me, "No, and right now I don't know if I have a sister, or if I had a sister."
Christina goes over to Will and strikes up a conversation with him leaving me and Caleb alone. I raise my eyebrows, "What do you mean you don't know if you had or have a sister?" I ask.
He looks down, "She was kidnapped about six years ago."
"Oh my gosh Caleb I'm so sorry, I didn't know."
He smiles at me and shakes his head, "No it's ok, I didn't expect you to know."
"What happened," I ask. I really want to know what happened to Caleb and my family since I've disappeared, there are so many unanswered questions I have. "I mean I don't want to pry,"
"No its fine, I mean it's all over the news it's not like its secret information." He says, "Her name is Beatrice, She was 9, and I was 11 when it happened. It was actually 2 days before her birthday. She had been at a friend's house, and was supposed to come home by 8. Well, my parents got worried when she still wasn't home by 8:30 and called her friend's dad. He said she left his house at 7:45 and it was just around the corner from our house. She definitely should have been home by then. My dad called the police and mom went outside. I went with her. Surprisingly, down the street there were a ton of cop cars in front of our neighbors the Black's house. My mom went up and asked what was happening. "He pauses, "Mrs. Black had watched a man in a truck drive up, grab little girl off the sidewalk, throw her into the back of the truck, and drive away before she could do anything." He shakes his head, "My mom didn't want to believe it was my sister, but Mrs. Black said it was a girl with blonde pigtails who was wearing a purple t-shirt, which was exactly what my sister had been wearing when she left the house. We knew it was Beatrice then. My mom just started sobbing and I didn't know what to do, but we never saw the guy who took her. We haven't seen her since. We have no idea if she's alive or not, but I'm doing my project on her."
I shake my head, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. "I'm so sorry." I whisper.
The bell rings, I bend down to grab my bag and wipe the tears form my eyes. My last class goes by in a blur.
I actually got home ten minutes early today. David seems in a good enough mood, so I decide to ask him about the party tonight. He sitting in our living room watching TV.
"Father, one of the girls I met at school has asked me to go to her house tonight at 7, I was wondering if I could go, I'll be home by 12." I say.
"Sure whatever, but if you're a minute past 12 or you don't have your phone on you, I will kill you."
I nod. "Yes sir."
I run back to my room smiling, I get to go to Christina's tonight and have at least one night of freedom. I just have to remember to be home by 12. I walk into my bathroom and start getting ready for the party.
A/N: Hope you liked it, I'm really, really excited for the next chapter. I had some writers block writing this chapter because I just wanted to get to the next chapter already, but I also wanted to write a good chapter 4.
Please review! The next chapter will take a little bit longer to put up (because it's going to be pretty long), but it will be up at least by Saturday at the latest.
Thank You!
