Emotionless love Chapter 9, a divergent trilogy fanfic

Chapter 9

Four

This is my kingdom, come

I stand in a small shop, completely unaware of anything else but a girl and her family. So innocent, so caring. I wish I had a family like that. A father that was compassionate, one that in fact loved me, that would do anything for me. A mother that was there, that was alive but instead I go stuck with a sadistic bastard as a father, one who's cold careless and flat out evil. As for my mother, she wasn't ever really in my life. She was only ever a memory for all I have is a dead mother.

A cold hand shoves my to the back of the store, it burns as it makes contact with the open cuts and lashes on my scar infested back. At nineteen years of age, most people would have expected me to have moved out of my father's house, as fast as I could have. But instead decided to stay and wait for my YouTube video to go viral.

I walk to the back, head down, hood on or I'll get wiped tonight. It was the same routine every night, to the point I was used to the beating, sleeping, eating, beating, schooling and repeat routine thing. I wasn't okay with the fact that he could just do that to his own son. Why my father decided to take control over and steal from a jewelry store was lost to me, I know he held a gun in the waist band of his oversized sweatpants. I know he would use it, he will use it, why else would he have it?

I stare from the back of the store and watch the person I called my father steal. He takes the money, the most expensive pieces. I find myself watching the girl (from earlier)'s family as they try to call 911. I want to tell them to stop, tell them he's got a gun, loaded and ready to shoot. I feel tears come to my eyes as I watch, I should have warned them, and I should have told them not to do anything. My life means less than theirs, no one care's for me but them, they have a daughter, and they have a family. They shouldn't die.

BAM!

The figures drop to the ground and I have to cover my mouth to keep from crying out. I hear the distant sound of sirens in the background, good. Make my father pay for everything he's done, make him suffer, make him cry. He deserves it, he did just kill two innocent parents whom were just trying to do the right thing and set an example for their daughter. He deserves to rot in a prison cell, he deserves to be executed, punished for his sins. Let him drown in them, surround him and choke the guilt out of him. The son of a bitch should be put to shame for all his wrong doing.

I let reality hit me when I realize, I'm his son. He is my blood, he runs through my veins and he is me. There's an expression that I always found absurd: 'The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.' But at this moment the expression strikes me right in the heart. I'm going to be just like him. I will be a monster, I am a monster. No, I can't think this way! Stop! You will not turn in to that monster, you will not be a monster, I tell myself but I know it's not the truth. I will be a sadistic monster, I am a sadistic monster.

He is a part of me, I am a part of him.

Four wakes up in a cold sweat, the memory of that day will forever haunt him. It rips his soul and stabs his heart. If he had just done something, that girl wouldn't have grown up parentless, they would have been at her wedding, her father would have walked her down the aisle to hand him of to her love. Her mother would have been there to help her pick out her dress, help her get ready for her wedding day, watched as she was handed off to the love of her life. But they would never get that because he hadn't said something that day. The guilt ripped him apart, it tore at his soul, scratched his heart. The feeling left him numb, felling less, as if he were on auto pilot.

Amanda had left last night, he had brought her to a small apartment building in the Bronx. She had waved him off and walked to a motorbike, driving off into the road. The wind had whipped her blond locks that stuck out of her, black and red swirled, helmet. She looked eternally beautiful. Her face permanently burnt in to his brain. She was mysterious, cautious, careful but at the same time reckless and empty, as if she was a robot. He could tell there was more to her than beauty, she had substance. She was-

"Four! Get your lazy ass out of bed. I need you to start on that song we talked about on Friday!" Four's manager, Jordan Prior, yelled at him.

Jordan was a tall woman, at five foot seven, but she wasn't a stick. She had muscle from years of competitive swimming, a butt and a bust, although she didn't stick it in your face. She had long dark blond and in the winter brown hair. She had strange eyes that were captivating, they were a dark grey then a light blue, then a celery green on the inside, full lips and glasses. She was the sister Four never had, she treated him like a brother. She knew his name but never used it because she respected his decision to keep it hidden away.

What would people think when they found out he had a murderer as a father? What would they do to him, to his career? Would they still listen to his songs, still watch his movies? Would his friends still like him? Would his fans still love him and respect him? He couldn't stop the questions, they surrounded him, making him so sick, he wanted to throw up but knew he couldn't fake it with Jordan.

"Urgh! Give me ten more minutes or even the rest of the day to sleep!" He countered but knew she would barge in here at any moment and go ballistic on his sorry ass. He groaned just thinking about it.

The door hit the wall with a bang and Jordan strode in smiling. She pulled open the curtains and turned to look at Four. He threw the covers over his head and groaned, this only made her smile bigger.

"Rise and shine, number boy. Today is your big day! We've got a break up song to write!" She said her voice high and cheery, way to cheery for eight o'clock in the morning. But then again, she was always cheery in the morning, in less it was the weekend then she was like the walking dead.

"You know, if I ever have a girl over and we had sex, it would be weird if you just came in here." He said, now sitting up a smirk on his face. She blushed and turned away, only making his smile bigger.

"Yah but you, mister are not known for hook-ups and are single as a Pringle." She said after regaining her composer and sass. She laughed t herself and left after telling him he had an hour to get ready before they headed out to the studio.

He sighed and shook his head. She was impossible, so he dragged himself out of the comfortable bed and in to the shower. The words came to him like the water that pour of his head.

"Easy come easy go, that's just how you live
Oh, take, take, take it all but you never give
Should've known you was trouble from the first kiss
Had your eyes wide open, why were they open

Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked
'Cause

What you don't understand is
I'd catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya
I'd jump in front of a train for ya
You know I'd do anything for ya
oh oh oh oh oh

I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight right through my brain
Yes, I would die for you, baby
But you won't do the same

No, no, no, no

Black, black, black and blue, beat me 'til I'm numb
Tell the devil I said, hey, when you get back to where you're from
Mad woman, bad woman, that's just what you are, yeah
You'll smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car

Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, yes, you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked
'Cause

What you don't understand is
I'd catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya
I'd jump in front of a train for ya
You know I'd do anything for ya
Oooh
I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight right through my brain
Yes, I would die for ya, baby
But you won't do the same

If my body was on fire
Ooh, you'd watch me burn down in flames
You said you loved me, you're a liar
'Cause you never, ever, ever did, baby

But darling, I'd still catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya
I'd jump in front of a train for ya
You know I'd do anything for ya

I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight right through my brain
Yes, I would die for you, baby
But you won't do the same

No, you won't do the same
You wouldn't do the same
Ooh, you never do the same
No, no, no, no"

It was just what he needed.

Hey Guys,

so yet again, wifi got the best of me so this is your update, early in the morning (for me)

btw that song is about robin, Four's ex.

Just so that you know I am 13 years old.

Question of the day: What's your name?

Answer of the day: I used my name in the story, but it's broken in between two people (first is one persons fist name, last is another persons last name.) good luck hunting ;)

P.S. that's a hint