The Transfer (Eric Coulter)

The Test

I woke in drenched in sweat with the sun shining in my face. I peel open my eyes.
Oh no.
I fell asleep.
Shit.
I jump up and immediately sprint to candor headquarters.

Every night for the last 6 1/2 years I've snuck out of candor to look at the sky and not once have I ever fallen asleep.
Now karma decides to bite me in the ass? On Testing day?
The world is really against me I swear.

Once my legs start to get numb I'm only about 200 ft from candor, I slide in a key card I swiped from Tam in security, I break into another sprint up the stairs to the 3rd level to get to the elevator. Once I get in I press roof top. You would think I'd be dauntless with the way I get in and out of my room each night.

Once I make it out onto the roof, I climb down the broken ladder to get to the ledge that leads to my bedroom window.

I slide open my window silently and crawl in making no a single sound. Ive had practice the perfect way to enter and exit so much that it has become a reflex.

The house is silent. Eerily silent.

About 10 mintues go by and I finally hear my name being called by my mother.

I walk down the stairs into the kitchen. "good morning mother."

She doesn't even look up from the stove.
"Eat fast. We need to leave in 5 mintues." She says in a monotone voice while pushing a plate in front of me.

She walks upstairs to get my father and her purse while I eat in silence.
I take about 4 bites of my food until I hear my father's voice "Azareih! Let's go. Now."

We walk in silence to the aptitude test building. My mother and father hand in hand, smiling at eachother here and there as if they were so in love. It was fake. A front so no one would suspect what really happens at home. Anything to protect the imagine of this "perfect happy family"

My mother is the personal assistant and manager for Mr. Kang. Candors leader and my father is one of the few most successful bankers in candor. The Kane family has power to its name. Lots of power. Even though we are far from perfect we are respected among the city of Chicago.

20 mintues go by until my name is called. I get up from the candor section and walk with a small group of people from surrounding factions. We wait in front of our assigned doors as instructed until we hear a signal to go in.

I'm met with a dauntless male, he greets me with a nod and he stretches his hand gesturing to the chair next to him.
I slowly walk over and scoot onto the chair.
"My names Four, I'll be administrating your aptitude test." He says
"Here." He gives me a vial with purple liquid in it.
"What is it?" I ask
"Drink it. You'll see."
I down it, almost gagging.

I open my eyes not realizing I closed them. Four and the monitor he was using are no longer in the room. I get up out of the chair only for it to disappear when I look away.

There's separate bowls surrounding me with knives and meat slabs.

I feel a touch on my shoulder. It's me. But not me. "Choose" I blink at her "what?" I ask.
"Choose. Before it's too late"
I turn around and grab the knife. Survival instincts kicking in almost immediately.

I hear a bark and I spin back around. A shepherd dog is barking at me with its hair standing up. "Oh fuck." I say

The dog runs at me and I swing the knife at him. I almost immediately bad until I hear a little girls voice. "Puppy!" She says, the hound sprint towards her and i act on instinct, I jump on top of the dog and stab it in the stomach. The simulation falls away.

I jerk awake and rush out of the chair immediately. "Well done." He says tensely
"You're result is abnegation"
He guides me out the door "wait, I don't understand how did I get abnegation?"
He looks at me confused as if no one has questioned why they got a specific faction before. "You saved the little girl." He says curtly before gently but firmly pushing me out of the room.

Once I reach candor headquarters I take a detour and go over to the library. I climb up to the rooftop to my usual spot only to stop short.
Someone's here.

"Hello?" I hear a voice
I walk out to see a pale abnegation girl. She has wide brown eyes and has a small slender body. Not small in my sense with me only being 5 feet 4 inches, I do have a much more curvy body not plump but I had curves in all the right spots. A little more than most girls which I do love.

"What are you doing up here?" She asks
I blink in surprise "A little odd for an abnegation to ask that question in that tone." She immediately backs down and looks to the ground like every godamn stiff in this city.

"What's your name?" I ask
"Beatrice."
"Beatrice what?"
"Prior. Beatrice prior."
"Andrew prior has a daughter?"
"Yes, and my brother Caleb."
I nod
"What's your name?" She repeats
"Azareih Kane"
"Kane?"
"Yes. Kane."
"Your parents are on the board, like my father."
"Mhm, I need to go. See you around Beatrice." I say bidding goodbye
"Goodbye azareih." She gives me a small smile

~

Once I reach my door I can already feel something was about to happen.

I open the door silently and sneak into the house and to my room.

"Where do you think you're going?" I hear my fathers voice

"To my room." I say softly

"Come here."

"Yes sir." I slowly approach him

"What was your result?" He asks

"Candor."

He smacks me

"Why are you lying to me?" He asks in a calm but firm tone.

"I'm no-"

He slaps me again but harder

"I do not raise liars! You're so pathetic just like your mother!" He yells
He grabs my hair and drags me to my room.

TW warning

He slams the door shut

"Take off your shirt." He says

I stare at him in fear

"Wha-"

He smacks me hard enough to make me fall against the bed.
He rushes up to me and grabs my hair to make me look at him.
"Take. Off. You're. Shirt." He grits out

I slowly peel my shirt off.

I look at my father, he has a grin on his face. His eyes are no longer on mine they are on my chest.

"Take off your pants." He walks up to me and stops inches from me.

I unbutton my pants and slide them down my legs. He doesn't wait till there off, he spins me around and pushes my chest into the mattress. I hear a belt clink and a zip. Dread fills my stomach. I feel a single tear fall down my cheek.

"GET OFF OF HER" I hear a screech
I don't feel anything. I don't hear anything. All I can feel is pain. Not in between my legs. He didn't get that far.
I feel pain in my heart and soul. My father has always been an angry man. He would hit me and drag me to my room but only to hit me more. I never could've imagined that he would do something so horrible to me though.

There was slamming doors, glass shattering and screaming non stop all night. One more night. Just one more...