Prologe

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The whole ride back to Michigan was silent. I didn't say anything and neither did he. It was only till we were almost there that he said anything.
"Things are going to work a little differently." He says. I put my head on my hand and stare out the window at the flashing colours of the car.

I don't reply. I feel his eye glare into the back of my head. I can smell the alcohol on his car. He reeks of it as well. I'm just glad my friends are safe. He's not gonna touch them.
"Fine." He spits "don't want to talk to me, then don't. I did this for your own good!" I turn and glare at him. He didn't do this for my own good. I had a life. I had friends for once and a true family that cared for me. Actually cared about my well being. I had people looking out for me and not turning away if I did something wrong. I had Tobias. We were one. He was my everything. Now they're gone.

Did you notice how I said that as if it was all in the past. That's because it is. I've been forced to leave everything behind. Today was the first time I've cried in over four  years. I haven't shed a tear in four  years. I shed it for a reason that I never thought I would. Love. Ever since I was little I was told I was incapable of love. But I found it with someone I never thought I would. When your forced to leave something you love. It breaks you. It happens just as I've started to heal. We pull into a bad looking area and onto a block of not so good looking flats. I get out the car and grab my suitcase.

Everywhere stinks of I don't want to find out. We walk up a few flights of stairs since this place doesn't have an elevator. We're on the fifth floor when he finally stops and pulls out the keys to the place. The door swings open to find 5 guys with beers in their hands and the TV on. They all are about the size of trucks.
"Mark!" One of them slurs as he staggers over to us. He looks me up and down and whistles.
"So this is the girl." I feel as if I'm about to throw up. I take a step back.
"Boys!" My dad calls "this is my daughter. Tris." He gestures to me.
They all look my up and down. These guys make me feel uncomfortable. Unsafe. Uncertain. I don't know how to act. I want to go home but I don't know where that is anymore.

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