One-Shot Seven

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Pit of Darkness

I shouldn't have done it. I just know I shouldn't have. Why did I have to speak out, even if it was to help people?

I slowly back into a corner, trying not to whimper. Marcus's eyes are filled with a fire so crazy, so out of control, it seems there's no way to extinguish it. Out of the corner of my eye I see him unbuckling his belt for the whipping I know is coming. He is smiling, but not a happy, joyful smile. The smile plastered on his face is cruel, and would make any other 12 year old cringe in fear.

But not me. I'm used to this. Half of the time I anger Marcus, I don't even know what I have done wrong. But this time I directly disobeyed him. He was at an Abnegation meeting and he had to bring me with him. He told me not to speak or there'd be consequences. The leaders of Abnegation were deciding whether to cut factionless funds to help build new roads or not. Just as they were coming to the decision to cut factionless funds I had an idea I thought would help everyone.

"Excuse me sir." I said to the leader about to mark the seal of finality. "What if, instead of cutting factionless funds, you have the factionless build the new roads?"

The leader looked at me with admiration and told the board my idea. The entire board agreed that this would work better than their previous decision. Except for Marcus. He glared angrily at me for talking out of turn. Personally, I thought he was just mad he didn't come up with the idea.

Once we got home I darted upstairs and into the room I am in now.

Marcus slides his belt smoothly across his hand over and over, just to scare me. Suddenly, he pulls it back and snaps it forward, having the belt come in contact with my right cheek. It stings horribly, but I don't even wince. He hits me several more times until my face is a bloody mess and I can't even peel myself off the floor.

"That was for your own good." he yells. "Never. Never speak out again."

He grabs me by the shoulder and drags me to my least favorite place in the house. The closet. Shoving me into it with all the force he can muster he whispers to me, "Sleep tight."

He leaves and slams the door behind him. I know I'll probably be in here for a couple of days. I am in a pit of darkness with nothing to hold on to. And I'm not just talking about the closet.

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