Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me and this story. I hope that all of you have enjoyed it. No, it's not done yet... I just wanted to thank you.
Once I am out the door, Max takes my arm. His grip is tighter than usual. Along with how tight his muscles are, I can easily tell that he is not happy. Dragging me, he slams the door when we arrived at his apartment.
"What the heck was that?" he yells in my face. "I can't even process what I just saw so you better start explaining, Abby."
I yank my arm out of his tight grip, not showing how much I want to hurt him back. Instead, I straighten myself. With a straight face, I say, "Well, you explain why you and Eric killed Amar and I think you'll figure out why I did what I did in my fear landscape."
His eyebrows go up. "Why do you care about Amar, anyway?"
All of a sudden, the door opens. Walking through the threshold is none other than Auntie Jean. She studies me. "Hello Abigail. Hello Max. Max, you did not come to the last meeting. Our source tells us you had relationship issues." She looks at me. "I see why."
I walk up to her. Two Dauntless stand in front of her, protectively. With a tap on their shoulders, they move. Mustering up all of my courage, I embrace my Aunt in a hug. "Hi Auntie Jean. Did you tell my parents I said I missed them?"
Slowly, her cold heart makes her return the hug. "I did. They said they hope you are adjusting well and they apologize for not visiting you on Visiting Day."
I feel tears form in my eyes. Tightening my hold on her, I allow myself to show emotion in front of my Aunt. For the first time since I was a baby, I cry in her arms.
"I miss them, Auntie Jean. I miss Amar. I miss my old home. I do not miss the monster that you have become, though." I scream into her coat. I can feel myself falling to my knees. "Why did you have to kill Amar? This is crazy. We were going to get married, for crying out loud!" I push away from Auntie Jean. My voice drops, "Why? Why couldn't you have just let me live happily with him?"
Everyone in the room stare at me, dumbfounded. Allowing my tears to flow freely, I run out of the apartment. I run all the way to the initiates room. I bolt in, grabbing the bag that my dress came in, flagging in on my old bed. I stuff all the clothes I own into the bag. I am glad that no one is in the room to see me like this. If Auntie Jean had just let Amar live and she had just never came up with the Divergent theory, none of this would have happened.
After I finish gathering my things, I do the only thing I know to do: I run. I run until I can't breath. When I stop, I see the train coming. As soon as it races past, I laugh as I begin to run, again. Picking a random cart, I pull myself into it. Dropping my bag, I collapse on the ground.
"Going somewhere?"
I jump as I turn to find Four sitting in the cart. "Gosh, Four! You scared me!"
He comes to sit by me. He asks, "Where are you going?"
I sigh, "I don't know. I just have to go somewhere. I don't want to return to this pace. It's stupid to think that I can escape Auntie Jean. But- but I have to! I have to disappear for a while."
His face drops. "So what are going to do? Pretend to die? You can't just leave."
I look up at his face. His blue eyes are sad, his face relaxed. I could read the worry and disappointment on it. "I have to. Tell Max, or anyone who asks, that I missed the building when I jumped. I'll disappear to Amity, maybe. That way they don't ask where I am. Factionless is also an option. Maybe the Amity leader, Joanna will take me in."
He takes my left hand, looking at the ring he helped Amar buy for me. "I'm going to miss you. Just please," he pulls me closer to him. "please come back. You have people here who care about you."
The train suddenly slows, "I will. Right now, I just need time to think." I take a risk, I kiss his cheek. "Bye, Four."
I stand up and gather my things. Looking at his face, I see his cheeks blush slightly. Jumping off, I begin to cry again. I am leaving my problems behind for, what? To gather my thoughts? I'm running away to take time away from everything.
When I land, I turn to face the leaving train. I spot Four waving. Lifting my hand, I allow tears to come down my cheeks. I will miss him. I will miss our friends. But I need time to think.
Poor Abby, she doesn't know what to do. Please review with your opinions.
