I had some writers block so I didn't post for a couple days but I think I did pretty good. Tell me what you think. Please RR :)
Chapter 12
Tobias POV
I open my eyes and look around. I see Tris looking over the edge off the building we are sitting on. I go up to meet her, but I fall back as soon as I see the never ending height of the building. I note how calm she is staring over the edge. Are you Divergent? Are you like me? Time to see.
"Tris!" I say in a panic. I don't want her falling off the edge. She walks back to me and holds out a hand. I take it, lifting myself up. She walks me over to the edge and looks over it. "Let's climb down," she suggests. She can't be divergent. A divergent would have jumped.
"Yeah," I say quietly. She sits on the edge and swings her feet over the building, staring back at me as if expecting me to follow. I sit next to her and hesitantly swing my legs over the edge. My hand brushes past her hand and I feel a surge of electricity. Did she feel that too? I look down and the building seems smaller than it was before.
She drops down and holds onto the windowsill. I drop and quickly grab onto anything before falling. I catch a grip and stable myself. I look at what I grabbed, it's Tris' hand. She goes to get down to the next floor, but I grip her hand tighter. She laces her fingers with mine. I close my eyes tighter focusing on Tris' hand, and how warm it feels in mine, how right it feels.
I feel something slam into my back. I hear Tris yelp and I instantly open my eyes. I don't know why I feel need to protect her. Or why I can trust her so much without knowing so much as her favourite colour. Another wall hits our side, and another. Until we are pressed against each other unable to move. I can see Tris panicking just as much as me. Does she have this fear?
"Why don't you talk about where this fear comes from?" She suggests. "Childhood punishments. My father used to lock me in the closet for however long he didn't want to see me. Which was most days," I say that last part under my breath.
Four POV (back in Abnegation)
I place the food on the plates making sure to give him the greater portion. I stuff some food in my pocket and run upstairs before he gets home. I open the closet and rip up one of the floorboards, stuffing the food from my pocket into the hollowed out floor. He had a meeting tonight so I know I'll need the food for after my 'punishment'. That's what he calls it. Punishment for being born.
I hear the lock turn from down stairs and run down the stairs and quietly as I can and run into the kitchen. I place the two plates on the table and sprint back to get the cutlery. I run back to the table when I see him staring angrily at me. I slowly make my way over to the table and set down the cutlery. I walk over to him and grab his jacket from his shoulders. "Hello, father," I say trying to hold back how much I despise that title. "How was your day?" I ask not really caring. "Very stressful," he replies. Great.
I stand next to the table and wait for him to sit. I sit at the table and wait for him to pick up his fork. I pick up my fork and wait for him to eat. He has to do everything first. He is the Alpha, I'm just a beta. I hate being the submissive one.
After he's done eating I wash the dishes, and head to my room. I know what's coming so I don't do to sleep. It's been half and hour. I almost think I won't get it tonight when I see the knob turn. I stand up straight, I know he hates it when I slouch.
"What are you doing, boy?" He asks. "Just standing," I reply quietly.
"Speak up!" He shouts. "Standing," I say somehow steadily.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He yells. He starts taking off his belt. I know what's happening and I take my shirt off and shove it in my mouth to muffle my screams. I place my hands on my desk and go on my knees.