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Chapter 2

The day passes by in a blur. There wasn't any school today so I was out helping the factionless all day. The only thing I could think about was Tobias. Not my father of course but the boy that was coming to have dinner with us tonight. His father has come over before, and I had always been in my room. His son has not been over before, he stays home, and from what I have seen, doesn't talk to many people.

When I get home, I go get cleaned up and go see Andrew in the kitchen. After about a year, they gave up trying to teach me to cook so I get to clean up at the end. It works out well, when Natalie, Andrew, and Caleb go to the living room to talk, I do the dishes, say good night, and head to my room.

"Hi Andrew, do you need any help?"

"Yes if you don't mind would you set the table for six?"

"Of course," I get the cutlery, and before I get to leave Andrew stops me.

"Would you mind sitting beside Marcus' kid tonight? It may help to have a friendly face sit with him."

I didn't know what to say, I don't know who this kid is, and I already don't like him just because of his name. So, I say what he would want me to say "of course. Anything else?"

"No that's it thank you."

"Alright," I got out of the kitchen, and put the plates, and set the table.

When I'm done, there is a knock at the door. We all gather at the door and open it.

"Hello Marcus, how are you?" Andrew says when he opens the door.

"Hello Andrew, I'm doing well. How are you doing?" It's how the Abnegation greets each other. I get annoyed by it, they say the same thing every time, and if something is wrong, they won't say it because it would be selfish to say how you feel. Man, the Candor has it good.

"I'm doing well, please come in." We all move to the side to let them walk in.

When I finally get a good look at Marcus, even if he is supposed to be the same age as Natalie and Andrew, he looks so much older. His wrinkles, grey hair, and hunched back don't help him. He has dark blue eyes that make him look cool, the way he looks at you is like he is going to beat you up if you slip. His son on the other hand, even if he has the same dark blue as his father's, they look sad, like he has experienced so much pain. It's a look I could never forget. If he grew out his hair a bit and wore a dark blue shirt, he could look so much more handsome, and the shirt would make his eyes look darker.

We all sit at the table, and I serve everyone the food, and bring the pot back to the kitchen, and put them in the sink ready to be washed.

When I sit down next to Marcus' kid, he doesn't say anything. When we are about halfway done dinner, Natalie shoots me a look. I know what she is trying to tell me so I try.

"You're supposed to choose this year right?"

He looks up confused like he is surprised I even acknowledged him. "Umm yes, yes I am."

"I wish you luck," I heard people say it before so I just said it again.

"Thank you, when are you choosing?"

"Three years."

"Good luck."

"Thanks. I haven't seen you much at school."

"I spend lunch in the library."

"Oh, what do you do?"

"I help sort the books."

"Is that it?"

"No," he hesitates before answering. "I spend most of the time with the computers."

I almost choke on my food, "you like computers?"

He looks almost embarrassed "Ya, it's like they have their own mind."

I smile, I haven't talked to anyone other than myself about computers. "It is interesting isn't it?"

"You don't have to talk about this."

"No, no, please if you want to continue please it's nice that someone else knows about it."

"Oh, ok. How did you get to know about this stuff?"

Shit. I should have thought this through, "I hear the Erudite talk at lunch."

"Oh," Marcus puts his hand on his son's shoulder, and it's as if his blood turned to cement. I now know what is going on inside his mind, and I grab his hand under the table. He tries to shake it off but I just keep holding on. When he stops he squeezes my hand so hard I thought it was about to fall off. It's the first time that the pain is helping someone feel better.

"How about we continue this in the living room, can you kids take care of yourselves?"

"Yes, of course," I say.

Andrew and Marcus leave the table first. When Natalie stands up, she looks at where our hands under the table are and gives me a smile, and nods. When she gets into the living room, Tobias and I let go of each other's hands, and I stand up starting to clear the table. He stands up and helps me.

Caleb asks to be excused to do homework, and we let him go. I knew that he didn't have homework but just didn't want to be with me. Tobias helps me clean the dishes, and we do it in silence when I break it.

"So, how long have you been hanging out with the computers?"

He smiles a bit, but it goes away as quickly as it came. "A few years nom. How long have you been listening to the Erudite?"

"As long as I can remember I guess." He turns around, bends, and puts something down, and I see the back of his shirt. "Your back!" I whisper yell.

He gets up quickly and looks at me confused.

"You're bleeding," I whisper.

"It's alright, probably from when I fell at school today."

I shake my head, I know we didn't have school today, and I look him straight in the eyes and see exactly what I was hoping not to see. I know he doesn't want me to find out, of course, who would want to know what happens inside your own house by your own father. He's asking or telling me, not sure which one, me not to say anything. I nod but pull out bandages from my pocket and hand them to him. He takes them and goes to the washroom. I know I won't say anything, I remember when it was me.

When he gets back, I ask him one of the worst things ever, "when did she die?"

He peeks his head down and replies "I was seven, she was pregnant."

And then, I know why his name was familiar and why I knew his eyes. I had been watching him on the cameras for years. I got them to put a camera outside his window, but what they didn't know was that there was a microphone on it. He was probably five or six at the time. He was the reason that I got worse beatings. I would stay up late to watch him, I knew that when I was sent here, I had to help him. Luckily, Matthew was the only one that found out about him because if anyone else found out, they would not have let me come here "personal connections mean clouded mind" man I hate David.

Before I get the chance to escape, Marcus walks in and says goodbye, and he and his son leave.

Andrew is the first to walk in.

"Everything alright?" he asks with raised eyebrows.

"Never better," a complete lie, things could not get worse here. "Good night Andrew," I say as I leave the kitchen. I quickly run to the sink and puke. Unfortunately, I know that not all my dinner has come up yet.

I hear him come behind me and rub my back as soon as I feel his hand on my back, quickly turn around and tense up. I guess he still doesn't know that you do nothing when I'm throwing up.

"Good night Andrew," I say again and leave the kitchen.

I head to my room and close the door. I flopped onto the bed and just wanted to start crying. I never could cry, I would only cry sometimes, and it was always a silent cry, and no one was around. I hear a knock at the door that makes me sit up straight, and I answer the door. It's Natalie. I don't know if I could manage to talk to anyone else right now.

"You know that he is worried about you right?"

"I'm sorry that I'm making you guys worry about me. I'm alright."

"Ya, ya, ya, heard that before."

I shake my head. "Is everything alright?"

She chuckles and shakes her head. "You don't have to."

I cut her off. "No, I'm serious. Are you alright?"

"I think Caleb is taking it the worse out of us, but I think he will be alright."

It was today that Beatrice Prior died. "I don't blame him. I can't imagine what he is going through." Natalie gives me a look. "Maybe I do, but at least I didn't have to deal with someone pretending to be my sister."

"Well, you would be happy to hear that one; I think Marcus' son enjoyed himself. And second, today is the day."

I have been waiting for this day for the past month. I get to call Matthew.