Chapter 29
I do not own Divergent. If I did, I would be a millionaire and I'd have my face on the internet. But there is not one single picture on the internet of me. (Seriously, I looked myself up)
TRIS POV
The wind hits my skin, causing my hair to fly back. The setting sun is strange to me, or any Divergent Rebels, considering we live underground our whole lives.
I go alone, but I told Tobias where I was going, just in case. He insisted on going, but he had a job to do. And I was still recovering from all that happened, so Christina let me off the hook, and decided to train the transfers by herself for a little while, until I recover.
I pull my knee closer to my chest and finally, the Abnegation sector. After my mom died, we moved across the sector, closer to the palace. I stand up, leaping out, a short pain racing through my ankle. I take a deep breath, and walk towards the old house. As far as I know, no one lives there. I pass the broken home and broken swing set, which sways creepily in the wind. I sit on the porch, and it creeks, as I move.
I feel a hand on my shoulder. I whip my head back.
My mom.
I stand up and the porch creeks a little.
"Beatrice" she says, smiling, opening her arms wide for a hug. I stand there, and cross my arms instead.
"Mother"
"What's wrong?" she asks, her smile fading, her arms dropping.
"You left me thinking you were dead for who knows how long, and you want to know if I'm okay?!" I ask, raising my voice until I'm yelling.
"You were fine-" she stats softly, but I cut her off.
"No, no I wasn't fine! You left me with that monster that beat the crap out of me nearly EVERY SINGLE DAY!"
"You don't know why I left, I have a perfectly-"
"Good explanation? Let's hear it then, you had to escape Andrew? Well then, why didn't you take me with you?"
"I…I…"she trails off, looking at the ground.
"See. I'm right."
"But, that's not the reason why I left- "she says, looking up again.
"You don't even know how much I've been through" I say, putting my hands on my hips.
"Like what?" she crosses her arms.
"I met Four, and when he slept with me-"
"He slept with you?" she asks.
"Yes now shut up" I say, and then continue, "When I was sleeping with Four Andrew came and beat me. In front of Four! Also, I was nearly killed by the queen because she hates Rebels, and I was dating her son, Four. Then I was nearly killed by a bomb, which the queen set off, and then the Erudite makes me think my boyfriend was cheating on me by making him drunk, and forcing him to kiss another girl, I get experimented on in Erudite, and then it works, and I nearly kill my boyfriend who had the intention of saving me"
By the end, her mouth is wide open.
"Well, I'm sorry" she says.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it" I mumble, turning my back to her.
"Wait, Beatrice-"she starts.
"It's Tris"I say.
"Listen" she says, "Hear me out. I left because your father-"
"He is most certainly not my father" I say, almost yelling.
She sighs, "I left because he threatened to kill you if I didn't flee"
"I would've rather died once than go through all those beatings" I say.
"I didn't know he would beat you" she says, "I left when you were ten"
"Well, he did" I say, "and you didn't tell me sooner because…."
"Because he threatened to kill you if I ever came back" she says, her hands on her hips, "I knew you would transfer. I just didn't know where. I literally just found out yesterday. And I'm sorry that you wanted to be dead, instead of hurt. But most mothers would like to have their child on Earth as long as God lets us"
I sigh, "I know. But sometimes you should ask me"
"Ask a ten-year-old whether or not they want to live?" she says, "You were ten. You didn't know better, you would've chose to live, and then I still would've left, and we would still be here talking today, it wouldn't of changed anything if I had ask-"
"Stop!" I yell my hands on my ears, "Just STOP!"
She quiets down, her eyebrows drawing to the center of her forehead.
"You" I say quietly, "are making me feel like I'm the bad guy"
Her face softens, "I'm just telling you what went through my mind. I'm sorry" she says shaking her head, "I should've taken you with me. I know. I don't remember why I couldn't. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?" There is a hopeful look in her eyes.
"I forgive you" I say almost immediately, "Just next time there's a death threat from someone, arrest them, instead of doing what they say"
I hear the train horn in the distance, "I don't have much time"
"I know, "she says, "Just promise me one thing"
She wraps her arms around me, and I embrace her, "What?" I whisper.
"All my life I've wanted a daughter. When I finally got one, my next wish was to have a grandkid. So please, when you get one, if you do, please visit. I live in this house, it's my only home. So please do."
I can't believe I'm shedding a tear over my mom who wants me to have a baby, and her only wish is to see it.
I nod, "Yah. I promise"
She smiles at me, her eyes glassy. The train horn goes off again.
"That's my cue" I say, I give her a quick hug, and begin to walk. I wave to her after I jump on the train. I watch her walk back into her house, closing the rusty door. I close the train doors, and sit down in one of the seats. I got a cart with seats, finally. People rarely use the train, because it's so expensive. Although they keep it running. It only has two stops. The main square and the palace.
After getting back to the compound, my eyes are dry, with no hints of crying.
Tobias is back late from work, so I plop down on the bed, and fall into a dreamless sleep.
TOBIAS POV
After observing more construction, Max pulls me to a vault.
"Change of plans" Max says, "We're going to look in your fathers vault"
"What's the code?" I ask.
"I'll put it in" he says, punching in four digits.
The vault opens, almost dramatically, and reveals a small room. It's not very big, it's about the size of three of our couches combined. There's a large chest in the middle.
"These don't matter to us, but certainly they have some sort of significance to you "he says, pulling out a key.
"I don't remember my past. The farthest I know was the fire with my mom"
"But maybe this will trigger your memory somehow" he says, opening it.
I peer into the box, and Max says, "Pull out anything you like, I know what they all are"
It's completely full. There's no gold or anything. I pull out the first item. It seems like some sort of small quilt. Max smiles, "Ah. That was your first baby blanket. Evelyn was quite the artist, yes?" I nod. It's nothing extravagant. Simply all black with the Divergent Rebels sign in orange in the center. I place it down, and then drop to my knees to make it easier to go through.
Next, I pull out a book, with a leather cover, and written on the front is an engraving that says, "Snow White" at this Max laughs, "Yes, that was a book Evelyn read to you while she was pregnant to you. The doctor said you were most likely to be a girl. Evelyn always wanted a boy, but she accepted any child. She was so happy the doctor was wrong"
I smile, and put it down. I pull out a little black outfit. Max smiles again. "That was your first clothing. Evelyn made it herself" I put it down, and pull out a piece of paper. Two pieces of paper, actually.
"Ah" Max says, "Those are professional paintings of you and the family. They were very accurate. Turn them over"
I do. There a painting of my father, my mother and me. My mother was tan, with black hair, and big brown eyes. She was wearing a black dress, with a lacey neckline, and my father had white skin, dark blue eyes, and he's wearing a tuxedo
"That one was when they got married. They loved each other so much. They were engaged when they had you" he says, almost laughing. I look at it. I'm wearing a dark dress looking thing.
"Why am I wearing a dress?" I ask.
"That's what Evelyn wanted you to wear" Max says, shrugging his shoulders. I smile, and look at the other painting. The other one is all of us, but when I was older.
"You were four years old, when they painted that" Max says.
All of us are under a tree, outside, all of us wearing plaid shirts, and my father wearing blue jeans, and me wearing overalls. My mother wears a beige skirt, and there is a picnic basket on the plaid blanket.
I think I actually remember this. We didn't actually have a picnic; my mother just wanted a picture in regular every day clothes. I put the photo down and continue looking through. That's when I stumble upon a statue.
A statue of the Divergent rebel symbol. A wave falling, but frozen in time.
"What's this doing here?" I ask, holding it up.
"It was a birthday present for you. From your dad. He was going to give it to you when you turned thirteen, but he never made it. He thought you didn't make it either" Max says, turning more serious, "It became the Rebels symbol after he died. He was one of the best leaders we had. That's why there's a large painting of him in the cafeteria. As soon as construction is over, we'll send it back, and make sure everything was as it was before. But the statue is amazing"
"Can I" I start, "Can I have it?"
He smiles and nods, "And everything else in here. It's all yours "I place the fragile glass statue on the floor. I see a small black box, about the size of my palm, and I pull it out. Max's eyebrows lift and he smiles.
I open the box and in it is a shiny silver ring.
I gasp.
"That was Evelyn's wedding ring. When we found Evelyn, she still had the ring. Marcus wanted the ring as a memory, so he took it off, and kept it. We didn't find you, so we thought the fire had burned your flesh. But you survived"
I smile. I look at the ring.
"How old was Evelyn when she married?" I ask, looking up at Max.
"She was about twenty years old, and Marcus was twenty-one" Max replies.
I peek back in the chest, and see not much more. So, I place everything back in the chest and Max helps me carry it back to my apartment. When we reach the door, we depart and I unlock the door, pulling the chest in after me.
I put the chest next to my dresser and see Tris fast asleep on the bed, her shoes on the floor. I don't blame her, it is late.
I sigh, and take the Rebels sign out, and place it on the top of the dresser. I plop down next to Tris, and wrap an arm around her.
Hopefully I can use that ring. And hopefully very very soon.
There's 2014 words for you.
I'm sorry for not updating, as you all know my other story "Love on the Court" is becoming popular very quickly, much quicker than this one. As much as this one is my favorite one to write for, my LOTC fans are very persuasive :)
Check that story out, by the way. I love this story, and I'm glad I'm getting such motivation, and I'm glad Tobias is finally thinking about marrying Tris ;) (which by the way you can leave a review about how many chapter you think is the right amount until he proposes(unless you don't want him to propose at all….))
Anyways, I'm trying to figure out what to call you all. Some people call you butterflies or whatever, but since we've all seen or read Divergent (Or both) I was thinking more like….initiates?
I'll see if that clicks.
Until we meet again initiates…..
No that doesn't click….
Until we meet again pansycakes….
That clicks….
Until we meet again pansycakes :)
Isi
