People tell me. Home is where the Heart is. I don't know where home is anymore. My heart is still back in Chicago and I want to go back. Desperately. I was ripped away from anything and everyone I ever loved. My father threatened my friends, that if I didn't go with him. They'd get what's coming to them. So I went. I'm not letting anyone get hurt because of me. Never.
My dad shows me my room. More like a cupboard. I don't even have a real bed. My bed is a mattress on the floor with a blanket. There's a rickety old set of draws against the wall and a window. A window that leads to a fire escape. That leads out. I put down my suitcase and backpack.
"Get comfortable." He spits and slams the door. I sink to my knees letting gravity take over. I don't want this.I finish unpacking and sit on my mattress. It's thin and ruff against my skin making it uncomfortable. A large thundering sound comes from outside making me jump. I get up and walk out of my room. I poke my head out to see more guys flood in.
"Tris!" My dad yells. I immediately obey and walk over to him. "More beer." He breaths and crushes the can in his fist. I gulp. The smell of alcohol runs through my nose. It's pungent smell fills the air. Most are drunk or high at the moment. I shake my head. He raises an eyebrow at my movement and grabs my hoodie.
"What did you say?" He growls. I begin to shake. Fear takes over. I know he's got it in for me. Most of the guys won't remember this.
"N-nothing." I say shakily. He stands up now. Anger boiling within him.
"Well it didn't look like nothing!" He says. I gulp and he lets go. I stagger and get him another beer. I give it to him and slump back onto my bed.I wish that I wasn't stupid and didn't fall for any of this. I can't believe that I actually believed his good guy act. The way he was so kind to the social workers then beat me up behind locked doors. Now there's over fifteen guys here. They could do anything and nobody would know.
I pull out my phone and flick through my messages. I just want to look and remember. I'm not gonna talk to them if I'm just going to have to lie all the time. Messages from All the gang pop up. I flick through the messages and tears well in my eyes.
Hey! How's your new house?-M
Apartment.
How's your new house! You and your dad have got some catching up to do!- S
Yeah. Loads of catching up as he beats the crap out of me.
Hope you have fun and make new friends- Z
Come and visit!-U
Tobias misses u. Don't forget us!- C
I stop reading at the thought of Tobias. He's probably forgotten about me and gone off with another girl. I mean he had plenty hanging off his sleeve. They'll love that I've gone and won't remember me in 5 years time.I decide to give them the last text. The last text that I will send to the whole group.
Hi guys, I'm at my new apartment, since my dad hasn't got the money for a house. Although the views great. I won't be coming back from Michigan. So if I don't ever see you again. I just want to say thanks for everything. Good bye. - T
I hit send. That's the last time I'll ever speak to them. I look up to hold the tears back. My phone bings and look over to see it was from Tobias. It's not the group message. Just our chat. Me and him. All it read was.
Don't forget me-4
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Lost + found: sequel to We Are One (divergent fanfic)
FanficI've been forced to move back to Michigan with my dad. If you can call him that. Tris has been forced to move back to Michigan with her father after he threatened her. After getting involved with things and people she didn't want to be involved with...