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Chapter 4

I wake up in a cold sweat and throwing up. Luckily, I had my garbage beside me. I knew that my diner had not completely come up yet.

It takes me a minute to think about why I'm throwing up. Then I remember my dream. It was worse than I thought it would be. I see her walking jumping from the second floor to the cement outside. She tried to escape the years of muffled screams. She knew I took the beatings for them and that I got it worse when I took it for them. I hid the pain, the scars and the blood. Unfortunately, my mind had never recovered from all that happened.

Within seconds of waking up, Andrew is knocking at my door. I get up and answer.

"You alright?"

"Yes. are you alright?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"What's keeping your mind awake?" Matthew had sent me some books that were written in the 1500's, so my english has changed a bit.

"Marcus."

"Ah, what happened at work?"

"Were you not listening at dinner?"

"No?"

"Oh, I just assumed if anyone was going to listen it would be you."

"If someone was going to listen it would be Caleb."

"Why would you be sure?"

"Have you seen his hidden books?" I shake my head. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's thinking of transferring to Erudite. Anyway, don't avoid the question, what happened?" I know that everyone misses Beatrice and it doesn't make it any easter that I'm here. It's not the first time Andrew stays awake at night, we often talk about anything and everything. It's the only time he gets to see me as myself.

"It's not so much at work as it is personal."

"Marcus?" He nods. "His son?" He nods again. "What about him?"

He shakes his head. "There is something that has changed with him."

"How so?"

"It's mostly his son."

"What do you suspect?"

"I think I should be asking you some questions instead."

"Why?"

"You had a look."

"You mean I throw up?"

How chuckles "Ya. You should get it checked." I shake my head. "I have a friend and they wouldn't mind."

"Andrew, I'm alright. Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself."

"I know you can. You shouldn't have to though." There is a pause. "Hey, gosh you're good," I smile. "What do you know about Marcus and his son?"

"I would tell you, but I can't."

"I promise not to tell anyone?"

"It's not about that, if I told you everything would change and I can't risk that that happens. Call it saving a life." I couldn't tell him what Marcus does to his son, mostly because if Marcus found out, his son would probably not live to see the next week, he would be in pain but it could take a day or two before the full effects take place.

"Alright then, what can you tell me?"

"Keep Marcus in a good mood."

"Okay. Good night." He turns around and starts to leven when I stop him.

"Andrew, hypothetically, would be easier to hack or to have an untouchable account go into Erudite?"

"Hypothetically? Okay, ummm, it would depend on what you were trying to do and how good you were."

"Hypothetically, see surveillance and send messages beyond the wall."

"Hypothetically, have an untraceable account and make sure they can't hack you in any way, then use it to get around without being noticed."

"Thank you."

"But in real life, going through the Dauntless system would be easier." I give him a questioning look and he explains, "Dauntless won't know how to defend themself or notice the smallest difference, Erudite don't monitor it as much and there is constantly messages going everywhere and the chances of getting caught are lower."

"Thank you."

"Good night."

"Good night Andrew." he leaves.

I get to my computer that I have been hiding and get myself to work. I know that it is pointless to try and sleep again as there is still some of dinner in my stomach and I would rather keep it there.

Before I know it, I get a knock on the door. I quickly hide the computer.

"Come in," I didn't know who it was so I ddi the best Abnegation possible, that I have found is like they wrought in the 1500's.

Caleb walks in and closes the door. He starts to pace and I get up offering him my chir. He sits on it and looks at me.

"Caleb? Are you alright? And don't give me what you think I want to hear."

"I can't do it."

"Can't do?"

"It."

"Caleb, what is wrong, use your words and tell me what is happening."

"I won't pass."

"You won't pass what?"

"The test."

The test. We have a math test tomorrow and seeing as he probably wants to go into Erudite, he needs to do well.

"Alright then," I take out my notes and some paper and put it on the desk. He looks confused. "I'm going to help you. I will not take no and we don't have to tell anyone." He nods. "Alright, as I was saying." I was able to help Caleb because we don't have breakfast on the day before we go back to school and we didn't have a faction meeting for another three hours. I spent three hours explaining how everything worked.

I enjoyed helping him. One, math is like computers, so it's quite easy for me. Second, the feeling you get when you help someone else, leaves you with a good feeling.

When the three hours pass, Caleb understands math and seems ready for the test.