Parker's POV
By the time we stop for a break two hours later, nearly everyone has managed to hit the targets, but I'm still the only person who has managed to hit anywhere near the place we were aiming for, most people were hitting the very edges. I'm feeling very proud of myself that I hadn't missed a single time and all my bullets were in the target's chest or the middle of its head. Eric tells us we have a twenty minute break to do what we like whilst they set up the training room but we must be in there in exactly twenty minutes and anybody who's not will have to face the consequences, and motions to the door signaling we can leave.
Unfortunately for me, avoiding my brother meant I was at the back of the line, which in turn meant I would still be on the roof with Tobias after everybody had gone, which would give him ample opportunity to talk to me, which he does, and I have nowhere to hide. I'm not even at the door when he starts to talk, "please talk to me Parker" he says almost pleading, I can't look at him, I just feel too guilty so I look at my hands, and it is just my luck that this makes him notice them. "What happened to your hands?" he asks me, but once again I refuse to tell him, and I know he's getting impatient, but he still waits for me to answer his question. We are both stood there for what feels like forever, but is probably less than a minute when I hear Tobias sigh angrily, "You know what Parker all this avoidance is really quite babyish" he tells me, scolding me almost, and I can feel my blood start to boil, "you need to stop being so immature and grow up" I can see the instant regret in his eyes when he says that, but something inside me just snaps, "Grow up? You are telling me to grow up?" I ask him angrier than ever, "has you being here for two years mad you forget everything that Marcus did to us, did you just forget that I still had to deal with him for four more years, or did you just think now you were out you didn't have to worry anymore about me? I've had no childhood remember or did you forget that too, I was only five when mother died, I hardly remember anything other than beatings. But you, you had nine years of a childhood, you got to spend nine years with mother. And yeah you got beaten more than yeah me, you took the beatings when they were aimed at me, but he got worse when you left, much, much, worse. I'm not exaggerating there would always be days when he wouldn't hit one of us, but after you left…. he hit me every day, as soon as I got up in the morning and as soon as he got home. I spent the nights unconscious more than I did sleeping. And you have the audacity to tell me to grow up?" I've started to cry now but I don't care and I don't try to hide it, I want him to see how much my life has been destroyed by Marcus, how much he has hurt me. I storm out not being able to look at him I'm so angry. I march into the training room, not giving a damn that Eric was in there and stupidly decide to talk out my frustration out on the wall next to me.
Too angry to notice or care about the pain I repeatedly hit my right hand into the wall, I continue pulling my arm back as far as possible so I can hit the wall harder, but as I bring my arm back to punch at the wall again someone catches it, so I cannot move it. I know it is Eric as he was the only one in here and it would be at least another fifteen minutes before any of the other initiates came in. I turn round trying to get my elbow free, tears still streaming down my face, but it is no use, Eric has a vice like grip on my elbow, when I meet his stare I see red and use my free left hand to start hitting him as hard as I can wherever I can land a punch.
Unfortunately for me it seems Eric is pure muscle and hitting him with an already injured hand it felt as bad as hitting the concrete wall. Also unfortunately for me he is a Dauntless leader, which obviously means he is one of the best at Dauntless, which also meant his reflexes are insanely quick and he has a hold of my other arm, purposely avoiding my hands, within a few punches. "You need to stop", he tells me sternly, but I notice his voice isn't as harsh as it usually is when talking to people, especially us initiates. "All you are achieving is making your injuries worse", I know he's right especially when I look down to see that the bandages that are covering my hands from my earlier outburst are now drenched in blood, so much so that blood is dripping onto the floor at an alarming rate. I suddenly start to feel faint, not from the sight of blood, no I have seen way too much of my blood when Marcus beat me, no, I was feeling faint because I was slowly coming down from my anger fuelled adrenaline rush and I could know feel the pain from my hands and it was excruciatingly painful. The pain is way too much to handle, it feels worse than Marcus would beat me, my vision has gone blurry, and I notice everything is getting darker and Eric is talking but I can't hear anything he is saying, and then I let the darkness consume me. I sure I hear somebody swearing but I can't place the voice it is so distant and I as fall unconscious I am vaguely aware of the feeling of being lifted and carried somewhere.
Sorry it has been so long since the last update, i just didnt have much energy to write plus i had to go back to school this week. Anyway i hope you liked it, and i will try to get a structured time for when i upload but i cannot promise anything, as this is a really important year for me at school. Once again, thank you to anyone who has reviewed, favourited and put this story on their alert list i really appreciate it.