Abnegation Life - (Divergent Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Tomorrow I start volunteering. My mother and I discussed it on the bus ride home that I can help her with feeding the factionless. My mother has been running the cause since before I was born. I admire her for it.

The whole way home no one had spoken a word about Caleb. I miss him and it will be different without him in the house. I am not allowed to speak of it though.

My parents tell me how proud they are of me for staying and how they knew I was meant for Abnegation. I am not sure if I made the right decision but I am glad my parents are happy. I never thought I was selfless but today I proved myself wrong. It's not hard to be selfless. It's easy when you do it for the people you love.

My father cooks dinner tonight in Caleb's place. I set the table and my mother cleans up a little bit. "Beatrice, if you would like you can rest in your room or take a walk. I know it has been a big day for you." My mother suggests. I thank her.

My walk is supposed to be relaxing but I can't help think about my brother's betrayal. All the signs of his Erudite mind showing. When my mother broke her arm when I was 8. I didn't know what else to do but scream and cry out of fear. Caleb had come to pick her up without a tear on his face. He quickly came, picked her up, and took her to the hospital. All I saw was selflessness. When we visited my mother at the hospital Caleb was telling my mother a bunch of facts about her arm and how it wouldn't be serious. I thought he was just reassuring her but now I know it was the Erudite side of him showing. And it explains why he always had so many books in his room. Why he always seems so fascinated when he learns something new. How did I not see it? How have I been so blind? It hurts to know that I never really knew my brother as well as I thought. It hurts to know that I may not have known my brother at all. 

I feel mixed emotions about Caleb and it causes me frustration. I kick a rock and as I follow it hits a young man's leg. "I'm sorry. Are you ok?" I ask him automatically. At this point, it comes out of my mouth naturally.

"I'm fine." The boy says and when I look up I notice him as Tobias Eaton. He is the son of Marcus Eaton one of my father's good friends and co-workers. "Tobias, I'm surprised to see you. I barely see you on walks anymore." I tell him. I used to see Tobias when our families had dinner and he used to take walks in the afternoon around the same time as I did so I used to join him. He stopped going out more after his mother's death and it was rare to see him. "Yea. I thought the weather was nice so I came out to see if I could spot you." He says. Tobias also works with my mother for factionless food donations. His mother used to. "Why? Thought I was going to transfer?" I ask. I'm curious about how many people thought I would leave. Even I thought I would. "Actually, no. heard about Caleb." Hearing his name out loud makes my chest tighten. I still don't believe he left. "Yea, it was really unexpected," I say. After all the things I thought of the only thing I chose to say was that because it was the most true. Although my family did not talk about it I could tell we all thought the same thing. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks.

Tobias isn't a very kind hearted person. He doesn't open up much. Honestly, I thought he would transfer to Dauntless. He always seemed like he would fit in there. He never lets his guard down and rarely shows emotion or how he's feeling. It's rare for him to show his soft side. "No, not really," I reply. Although Tobias is being kind enough to help me I decide to pass because I really don't want to talk about it. "Alright. I guess I understand. Would you rather walk in silence?" He asks. If I'm being honest, I would have loved to, but as I looked at my watch it was 3 minutes to dinner and I had to get home on time.

"I can't it's time for dinner. I'll see you later though. Maybe tomorrow?" I say. I know I will see him at my mom's work. "When?" He asks. "You'll see," I say. He smiles slightly and then I turn around and run home. Maybe this wasn't a horrible decision. Maybe I do belong here.