Alright, time for some drama! I hope that I'm not making the story crawl or anything... Please let me know if I am! Okay, happy reading!
Max is apartment is bare. His bed is tucked in tight, his dresser is perfect and neat. It looks as if the room is just for show. I walk around the clean room, taking in every detail. I see his couch and coffee table, both have papers stacked upon papers. Stacks upon even more stacks.
I sit down on the edge of the couch and wipe my eyes. "Looks like you've been busy."
Max laughs, "Yeah, Dauntless leaders have to deal with all of the paperwork."
Gliding my eyes over the paper, a few names and words catch my eye: Dauntless, Divergent, Eric, Erudite, Jeanine, and Amar.
My eyes hover above that name. What do Eric and Amar have to do with that crazy thing about the Divergents that Jeanine is always talking about? Amar is Divergent… What if Jeanine found out that Amar was Divergent and killed him? Could she do that? Does she know? No, that can't be. Could it?
"I'm sorry for crying like that." I stare at the ground. "You didn't have to bring me here." My mind stays on the thought that of Amar and my Aunt.
I look away from the ground, up at Max. " Nonsense. I understand now," Max says with his back turned. "I understand why you didn't want to kiss me. It was stupid."
I stand up and go over to him. "No. It wasn't your fault. I'm just living my worst fear, right now. You didn't know."
I hate that Max thinks that this is his fault. It isn't. I wrap my arms around Max's chest. He relaxes in my arms. Letting out a loud sigh, he turns in my arms, to face me. I look up at his face.
"It is my fault. I'm sorry." What is he talking about? "I am so so so sorry." He hugs me tightly. Murmuring random things. Is he going crazy? What the heck is wrong with him?
I pull him to the edge of the bed. "Max?" I ask in a worried tone. I try again, "Max?" Finally, I yell his name. "Max! Look at me!" He looks into my face. I can tell that he's trying to hold it together and he's failing miserably. Whatever he did must have really messed him up. "Start from the beginning. What happened?"
His brown eyes plead with me. He looks broken, shattered. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it. He shakes his head. Even strong people break at some point. I don't want to push him but I have to know what is happening to him. I stand up, it has been a long day. I need to go. Maybe he can tell me later, when he isn't so shaken up.
"I'm going to head back. I need to get some sleep." I head to the door.
"Abby," I hear Max whisper. "Can you stay? Please, I don't want to be alone." His voice cracks. Whatever made him this way must have been horrible.
I turn to face him. His face says how much he trust me. Anyone else, he wouldn't invite them in here or let them see him like this; he really trusts me. Walking back, he lays on the bed.
I curl up to him. The couch is too messy to sleep on and he isn't offering the bed. So why not? He snakes his arm around me, relaxing fully. I hear him sigh, slowly trying to drift into sleep. Looking back at the couch, I think about why Amar's name would be in the stack of papers. Is Max responsible for Amar's death?
A few hours later, after detangling myself from Max's arms, I crawl out of the bed. I stretch, working out some kinks in my muscles. Walking to the bathroom, my eyes are drawn to the pile of paper on Max's coffee table. I wonder…..
I shake my head. I shouldn't be nosey. I walk to the bathroom. After splashing my face with cool water, I take in a deep breath. I hate that I don't know why he really died. I have to find out.
I quietly rummage through drawers for a flashlight. I read in book, I don't remember which one, about how to dim a flashlight. Following the instructions, I manage to get the flashing bright enough that it won't wake up Max.
I move a few piles of paper and search for the paper with Amar's name. Finally, I find it. I begin reading.
To: Max
From: Jeanine M.
Subject: You know
Max, following our previous meeting, I have found our next threat thanks to Eric. I don't care what measures you must take to handle our little situation. The simulations has shown that Four isn't a Divergent. However, that other man…. Amar, was it? He showed a few signs hitting toward that he was, indeed, Divergent. He needs to be eliminated. Our little happy helper has said that he seems attached to another one. Take care of it!
I will see you at our next meeting.
Eliminated? I stare at the word. It means to take it away. If he really was Divergent, and Auntie Jean found out… I shake my head, Please tell me I'm wrong.
I search through other paper with his name on it.
To: Jeanine M.
From: Max
Subject: You Know
Amar is a valued member of my staff. I can't just….. Can we please find another way? Besides, I think Amar has eyes on your niece. I've seen them around the compound. Are you really going to put your niece through that?
I swallow over the lump forming in my throat. At least Max fought for Amar. I shuffle through the papers. What made this happen? I do my best not to wake up Max.
I find some papers talking about information gathered throughout the years. Seems like Amar hinted towards Divergence but it was never confirmed. I take in as much information as I can. Not long after I started, I've read over a third the information. My eyelids begin to grow heavy.
I should stay up and read over more information, just in case Max doesn't invite me here again. On the other hand, it's past midnight and I am really sleepy. My mind and body arguing with each other, eventually my body wins.
I place all of the papers in the order that I found them. Putting the flashlight in the corner of the bookcase, I climb back into bed. Max's arms automatically snake around me.
"Stay," I hear him whisper. I slightly chuckle.
I absorb the warmth radiating from him. "I will," I whisper back.
With those last words of the night, I slowly sink into the wonderful bliss that we call sleep.
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