Tris the trainer

Chapter 2

Tobias pov
My back is throbbing and I am in the shower trying to numb my back.
I got one of my worst beatings last night- my father found my secret collection of a whole lot of nothing.

What I mean is: I am in abnegation, we are not allowed to have any personal possessions - that is considered self righteous and vane. But when I was young my mother- who is dead now- gave me a sculpture. It looks like water suspended in time. This is a act of diffidence agents my father who physically and mentally abuses myself and used to abuse my mother.

Ever since then I have been collecting little things I fin on the street such as broken glasses, a dulled knife or maybe a broken piece of motherboard.

To others this seems like junk-and maybe it is-but to me every time I collect a piece I build a little bit of courage and I build a little more of the wall separating my father and I.

But last night- after the aptitude test- I was looking threw my chest of random odds and ends and I fell asleep with them on my bed. My father came in to get me for dinner and they were still scattered on my bed.

My father had a look of pure rage on his face. He came at me and started stomping and breaking everything I owned. All of the things I have collected- everything. The wall I had created between my father and I shattered in a matter of seconds. I just cower beside my bedside table until everything is in pieces to small to be recovered.

When he is finished he looks at me and screams "IS THIS WHAT I TOUGHT YOU!!! TO COLLECT UNIMPORTANT JUNK!!! TO BE SO SELF INDULGENT TO WORRY ABOUT YOUR SELF!!!!"

And then he started to undo his belt and take it out belt loop by belt loop. I know immediately what he is going to do. He is going to make me turn around and face the wall. And then he is going to strike. He is going to whip me, whip me until I can't stand. Until I can't muffle my screams anymore and I am yelling out in pain. Then he will say "this is for your own good".

This is exactly what he does, exempt this time he punches me in the gut and is about to punch me in the face- until I scream "choosing day Dad!" and he aims his fist for my back- right on one of the bad cuts. I Yelp out in pain before my eyes close and I am falling and I see my dad walk out before blackness takes over.

When I wake up I realize I need to leave. It's like a burning inside screaming out! get out! I need to be free, out!

I get out of the shower really fast and pull on my lose fitting abnegation grey shirt and abnegation grey pants. My back is still throbbing but it's just a dull felling now. I run downstairs right before my dad starts to yell at me to get down stairs.

I start to walk outside with my father- and the rest of the abnegation- to the bus that will carry me to my future
~~~~~~~time laps to the choosing ceremony~~~~~~~~~~

"Welcome everybody to this years choosing ceremony-" and tune out after that. My father- one of the leaders of our city- says. I tune back in when I start to hear names.

All of the names seem like gibberish to me because I am so nervous about what I am going to do. I have no idea what I am going to choose. My aptitude test told me abnegation- because my dad told me exactly what to do- i need a sanctuary.

I could be Candor. Except the fact that I lie way to easily "no sir I'm fine I just tripped- that's why I am limping and my back hurts" no no I could not be Candor

What about Amity. I have way to much anger inside of me for Amity I would want to kill Marcus even more. I know most people would think that Amity would be the best place for a sanctuary- but I know that it would not be wright for me.

Know there is Erudite. I could be Erudite- I am smart. I could be them in there glasses and there blue clothing- exempt for the fact that Abnegation despises Erudite and I am not as big as a discrase as I give my self credit for. I guess Abnegation has rubbed off on me.