Chapter 4:
Dark hallways with blue scarcely marking the path. Inked skin and punctured bodies. Loud voices and carefree actions. Freedom practically written on the entire building. This must be dauntless.
Zeke pushed shuana on her wheelchair
Just a little ahead of us. My dad walks with them laughing at his own jokes. Ezra decided a piggy-back ride the best mode of transportation. I tried to keep up but failed as my senses took in ever aspect of this place. Dad stops dead in his tracks. We enter the open area that every hallway seems to lead to.
"This is the pit," Ezra says as if it was the most obvious thing ever.
"The pit? Reminds me of armpit. What a glamorous name," I laugh at the irony of a place that sounds so much like armpit being what seems like center of life here.
"Only the best name for the highlight of dauntless life," his words mirroring my thoughts.
Uriah sighs longingly beside me, "I almost forgot how much I loved it here."
Zeke and shuana turn to face us as shuana's asks, "so what do you think?" Her question pointed to me directly.
"It's amazing," I say with a sigh.
"Zeke! You're back! I was beginning to wonder when you didn't show up for the meeting this morning" a voice says from behind me. His voice strong and direct cutting through the noise in the pit. It sounds almost soothing and safe and oddly familiar.
"The legendary four? Worried? When did you get feelings man?" Zeke said jokingly. Ezra slides off my back and I turn to see where he goes. He moves toward the man I assume the voice belongs too. He's tall and has dark brown hair cut the same length as Caleb's. Abnegation short. His features are still finely chiseled although he seemed to be at least Zeke's age.
Ezra's knuckled bump with the mans as he says, "how was your trip?" His voice much kinder than before.
"Great," Ezra says not letting his smile leave his face.
The other guy looks back up his eyes stopping on dad. We both face him now.
"Uriah?"
"Last time I checked, yeah" dad says smirking. The two hug awkwardly.
"It's good to see you again!" He says to dad as his eyes wonder to me. They linger longer then I'm comfortable with. His eyes widen and his jaw visibly drops. Our eyes meet and for the first time I am able to see they are a deep piercing blue. A chill runs down my spine. From the outside I make sure I am composed but on the inside I'm everything but composed. His eyes are the color of the ocean. They are deep and full of years of carefully concealed pain. Those aren't the kind of eyes you see on just anyone. But I've seen them before. On me.
My stomach does a flip. I feel like a war between emotions is taking place inside of me. I'm angry because he wanted nothing to do with me and he left my mom to pick up the pieces. While at the same time I feel bad for him he lost the one person who truly loved him. I'm relieved as well that the reason tris gave me up was real. That he was real. I can't be angry at her for leaving me anymore. But most of all I'm scared. My biological father is standing right in front of me and he has the power to ruin everything about the life I've come to love and he could end up hurting my mom all over again.