ꜰɪʀᴇ ᴏɴ ꜰɪʀᴇ • ꜰᴏᴜʀ/ᴛᴏʙɪᴀꜱ ᴇᴀᴛᴏɴ

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Four watched as her body shook slightly, her face neutral. 

His heart was racing a million miles per hour, he was scared for her. 

He didn't know what was gonna happen. 

However, so far all looked good. 

Fear of public humiliation, that sparked a curiosity in him. 

Blair didn't seem to be the one that got embarrassed and scared. 

Then again he didn't seem like the type to get abused, so no judgements. 

They say that your last fear, is your worst. 

The one that tortures you for the rest of your life. 

The one that makes you look at things or people differently. 

It's the hardest one to conquer. 

And it was even harder for Blair. 

Her eyes opened, looking to see her old room back in abnegation. 

Fear instantly rose as she knew what was about to happen, what she was about to re-live. 

She could hear shouting from downstairs, and things being torn apart. 

She crept to her door and opened it slightly, careful not to make any sound. 

She remembered this night, in exact detail. 

She saw no one there and ran to the wall of the cupboard, the cupboard she hid in when her dad got shot...

But she knew she couldn't do that, she knew she had a role to play and that was to pretend she was dauntless.

She reached the top of the stairs, the shouts becoming louder. 

"where's the goddamn box!" one man yelled. 

Blair knew she couldn't go downstairs empty handed, so she searched her parents' room. 

She looked in a shoe box that was stored in a closet, it was hidden away. 

She opened it, and to her surprise, lay a gun. 

It wasn't a fancy one, just a pistol. 

But it was still a gun. 

Why would her dad have a gun?

She shrugged it off, hearing another clatter from downstairs, she raced to the stairs, going down them quietly. 

Luckily the stairs were in the kitchen, and by the sounds of it they were in the living room. 

She could hear her moms quiet yet painful sobs from here.

It broke her heart. 

She slowly edged to the corner, taking a tiny peep.