Lost + found: sequel to We Are One (divergent fanfic)

Chapter 2- One Word Means I'm Dead

I lay down my phone. But it bings again. I ignore it. Then again. Again and again and again. I pick it up and seen what everyone's saying. Then my dad walks in. He sways slightly as he stands in my room. He can't walk in a straight line. He's got another beer bottle in his hand.
"Who were you texting?" He slurs. He looks around my room and then back at me.
"No one." I lie. A sick laugh escapes his lips.
"No one?" He repeats. Shaking with laughter. "Do you think I'm stupid." I quickly shake my head.

His beer bottle barely missed my head and shatters. Sending shards of glass every where.
"Do you think I'm stupid!" He yells tearing over to me. He lifts me off my bed and pins me against the wall. Fear runs, raging through my body. Coursing through my veins.
"Answer me!"
"No." I whisper. His eyes become wild with rage. Like an animal. Waiting for it's prey."Then why did you lie to me!" He slams my whole body against the wall. Making me wince in the sudden rush of pain.
"I'm not lying to you!" I yell back. He stops suddenly. His eyes flick up and down me. A smirk pulls on his lips.
"What, so has Chicago made you think you can talk to me like this, huh?" He says. I've lost it. Why am I saying this. I know what'll happen but my mouth moves without me wanting it too. My dad throws a fist to my head. It hits it with great force.
"God, I missed giving you black eyes." He says and does another punch to the same spot. His hand goes round my throat and he cuts off my air supply.
"One word." He says. I know what he means. One word means I'm dead meat. I nod.
"Your one of us now." He spits
Gasping for air and he releases me. I take in large gulps of air.

I grab my hoodie and open my window to get out onto the fire escape. I slip it on  and stand outside in the dark. Taking in large gulps of air. I stand there for a while before I break. I slide down and pull my knees up to my chest. I pull my hood up and sit there thinking. Thinking about what just happened. How I stood up to my dad and what I got for doing that. The thing you learn from this is. You can't stand up for yourself not unless you've got an army behind you. Not unless your standing up to people like my dad. I'm just so stupid. I fell for every thing.

I sit there for what seems like hours before I hear a raspy voice.
"You ok?" He asks. I look up to see a broad boy about my age with dark shaggy hair and deep brown eyes. I look away from him.
"Are you the girl Marks been talking about?" He asks. I stare at him and then nod. He slides on his jacket. "You know, I heard every thing right." He says leaning against the stairs. He sits down next to me.
"The walls are pretty thin." I gulp and keep my hood over my face to cover the large bruise that's forming around my eye.
"You don't talk much, do you?" He asks with a small laugh. I just look out to the city. The large lights aren't as pretty as the time on the Ferris wheel with Tobias. That was honestly the best day of my life.

"No" I answer him. He looks slightly shocked.
"She can talk!" He yells and pumps two fists in the air. I don't do anything.
"You don't laugh much either, do you?" He says and cocks his head to the side, trying to get a better look at my face. I shift and pull the hood further over my face.
"Not really." I answer. He laughs. I haven't had a good look at his face. I know he's probably bigger then me. Anyone is.
"So what were you thinking about?" He asks and bumps my shoulder.

What! I've known the guy like ten minuets and now he wants to know what's going through my mind.
"Why should I tell you?" I snap. He holds his hands up in defence.
"Sometimes it helps to get things off your chest." He states with sincere look on his face. I sigh maybe he's right. Maybe I should just tell someone. Get it off my chest. I sigh.
"I was thinking about the mistake I made to come here. That I've just put myself back into the life of a criminal and that's what my father expects me to be. To do. And also how hungry I am." I say clutching my stomach. In growls in agreement. Then, suddenly he stands up and walks back through to his room.

Great. Well done Tris you scared him off. I sit there staring at his window patiently. Straining my ears for any sound or movement. Nothing.
Then a few moments later I head a rustling sound and Al steps back out. He shoves his wallet into his back pocket and holds out a hand. I look at it suspiciously.
"Come on! I'm hungry and I wanna eat too." He says. Still holding out his hand. I don't take his hand and push myself up.
"Wait let me go grab my wallet." I say and I quickly run through my window. Grab my wallet and phone. I step back out. He looks up and grins at me.
"So what are we gonna do?" I ask. He smirks.
"Paint the town red." He jokes and we run into the night.