Hey guys! Still waiting to hear about that Twilight story!
I wanted to thank Bella (Guest) for her awesome review! That lifted my spirits so much. Bella, I do write stories that aren't fan fiction. I would love to publish them some day and I want you to know that I am really appreciative of your support!
This one is short but it made me cry. This is exactly like when my grandma died.
I don't own Divergent! Only my Dauntless Characters! Well and the Amity's! :)
-KayliLynzee118
Chapter 9
"Em, please tell me. It can't be that bad. Here." he said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the bench where all our clothes were. He grabbed our bags and we walked down the hallways in silence. "Stay out here." He went inside the dorm and came out without the bags.
"Can we go somewhere private. I don't people to take pity on me." I whispered. He nodded and grabbed my hand. He pulled me out of the compound.
I don't know how we got to where we were. All I could focus on was his hand wrapped around mine. I stared at our hands as he pulled us. Suddenly, he stopped. We sat next to the train tracks. It was almost sunset and I just stared out at the sky for a couple of minutes. I could feel his eyes on me.
"Em…" he started.
"My dad and I used to be really close." I said. He realized I started and he snapped his mouth shut. "When I was 5 he taught me how to climb trees. My mother wasn't very happy about that. She said Amity can have fun without being reckless. You see, my dad was Dauntless when he was little. The only reason he moved to Amity is because he liked how kind they were and how it would be a great place to raise a family. You could tell that my dad missed Dauntless. He used to box with me. He obviously didn't use all his strength or I would probably be in a coma right now." I laughed shakily. Nate smiled. I loved talking about my dad but my mom hated to talk about him. "When I was 8 my dad became distant. He went to the doctors all the time and he didn't climb trees anymore. This went on for about a year. Then he wouldn't leave the house. He still loved me and I used to sit on the couch with him and talk for hours about everything." Tears poured down my cheeks now and Nate wiped them away. Nate pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me. For some reason I felt completely safe.
"You don't have to keep going. I want to know but I can tell that it hurts to talk about it." Nate whispered. For a moment I almost said yes but then I shook my head. I need one person to know and who better to tell than Nate?
"It's okay. One day, probably around 2 and a half years after he went to his first doctors appointment, me and my dad were making sandwiches for the rest of my family. My dad went to put the peanut butter in the fridge and he fell. My mom flipped and called the doctors office. People took him to the hospital wing. I didn't see him for like 3 days. I went to go see him. He explained to me that he had something called Cancer. He told me he was going to get better." By now tears streamed down my face and sobs racked my body. Nate hugged me closer and cried even harder. "H-he lied."
With that Nate growled. He was Candor so he hated lying. I turned around put my face in his neck. I cried harder than I have ever had since my father left us.
Have I ever told you that I love Nate?! I think the next chapter is going to be the knife throwing!
