Chapter 2: Tic Toking
That was the longest breakfast I've had to sit through for a while. Marcus just sitting there hawk eyeing me whenever I take a bite. Choosing Ceremony is in a week, one full week and if I can get through this one week I'm gone. I thought I would at least feel bad I'm leaving my father alone in this house but all I can think of is freedom. I'm starting to wonder what dauntless intuition is going to be like. Max one of the head leader's in dauntless compound one time put out an article about it saying there's fighting and you have to be accepted. But really I could care less where I'm going after I leave I could care less if I was going to be factionless. All I want to do is get away from my father, and he knows it.
My long fingers stretch and I pick up a tabloid. Front cover Choosing Ceremony. I seeLong lists of names that are my age from are school I see my name in the F category "Tobias Feton son of Marcus Feton one of the head government stat's in Abnegation" I hate when I see this they all bow down at my feet because of Marcus and his stat's. He doesn't deserve those stats. Plop the tabloid fell.
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I look out the window into the city lights I see a skinny short blonde girl and her mother walking down the street I recognize her Beatrice Prior. I sigh and look closer she's with her brother Caleb to. I hear a chuckle behind me and I whip my head around to see Marcus staring right at me with a smirk. "I didn't know you were interested in girls Tobias." I glare "I'm not interested she's two grades below me I see her in the hallways sometimes."
Beatrice Prior is a very quiet keep to self-kind of person I can relate to. Even if I did like her she's younger than me and I've met her mother and she seems like the kind of mother that would say no to age difference.
I walk up the stairs into my room and flatten myself on the bed and scream into my pillow, I'm so sick of this running away from my father deal. Tonight after dinner he will not put a hand on me without a fight.
I hear the dinner alarm go off down stairs and I push myself forward into the kitchen where the dinner table is set up for only one of course Marcus didn't think of putting a plate out for me. I grab one from the cabinet, I bring it over to the stove and take two chicken legs and a glass of water. I sit down smirking at my plan. "Wipe that smirk off your face" Marcus says with a mood in his voice. "What's your problem " I say. "You" I dump the food in the trash and walk to his room acting like it's time for my whipping. Marcus walks in and starts at the hem of my jeans and then my boxer's. "Stop" I say with force "No" Is all I get "and for that five extra" "No" I say again sliding myself forward "No I won't get five extra." "Yes you will" says Marcus pissed. I feel the whip slash against my back, I grit my teeth and swing myself off the bed. "You will not lay a hand on me" "Is that a bet" "Sure". Marcus walk over to me and pull me to my feet I look down at my half naked body and my pants across the room. I push my Marcus out of my way and grab my pants I swing the belt in my fathers hands into his face "You will not understand will you? You will not touch me"