When I woke up, it was around 5:30 AM

When I woke up, Seth was standing in the kitchen with a man.

When I woke up, the man was yelling.

When I woke up, Seth was yelling back.

When I walked out of the bedroom, The man and Seth were both silent.

"Whats going on?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

Seth turned to me and put his hand on my wrist, gripping slightly tighter than he normally would.

"Shai, I need you to go back to bed, all right?" I could tell he was trying to sound calm for me, but the venom of hated that I know so well, was seeping through his words like water through stones.

I frowned and gave him my best tell me or you'll regret it look.

I looked over her shoulder and saw the man looked familiar, wearing all gray. Obviously Abnegation.

I looked over his face. If the stress lines in his face were pressed out and would look much was probably once very handsome. He has a hooked nose and a spare upper lip, full bottom. His hair was once a dark brown but now faded into a dark gray.

But what got me were his eyes.

They're my fathers eyes.

The gasp in my throat caught and I quickly glanced to Seth before yanking my arm away and sidestepping him.

"W-w-who are you?" I ask almost hopeful.

Is this my father? No. No It can't be. I saw him dead. He was at the funeral, in the casket, I saw him.

The mans eyes crinkles when he smiles. Fake smiles. "Marcus Eaton." He tells me and extends his hand out to me.

"Shai-" Seth pleads.
I shove my hand out and take the mans. His fingers a skinny and made for deft movements like my fathers.

He's related to me.

He's my grandfather.

Disappointment and excitement swirls in the pit of my stomach, along with a pang in my heart.

"I'm Shailene Eaton, your…"

The ma- Marcus', smile faltered and he shook his head "Granddaughter." He whispers slightly.


An: Yes, I'm bringing him in, Yes, I'm sorry I haven't been updating this lately, Yes, I'm sorry this is so short, Yes, this will probably not turn out well, Yes, I'm not sorry about that, Yes, I did just say that. Bai.