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

Chapter 3- You Owe Me One

Summers passes and today would be the first day of school. Notice how I said would. I'm not going in. I look in my cracked mirror to see a large bruise has formed on my cheek. I lift up my shirt to another large tennis ball bruise lining my rib cage.
"Ow" I mutter. Last night was the first night I went some where with my dads gang. Turned out to be a street fight and I got caught in the middle of it.

Then suddenly some one taps on my window making me jump. It's Al. Al is the kid next door to me.
"Hey stranger!" He says. He was there last night as well. His dad is part of my dads gang. I lift up my window.
"Hey." I say and step out. He eyes my bruise.
"That turned out worst then I thought." He says. I look him up and down. It looks like some one pulled a knife on him judging from the slash running along his cheek.
"You don't look too great either, sunshine." I say. "Your lucky I got you out." He glares at me, making me laugh.
"We don't speak about that." He growls.

Life isn't great. I mean my dad still beats me up. But I've got Al. He's alright. But he's not Tobias. I haven't texted them since my first night here. My phone still buzzes. I have been tempted to throw my phone against the wall a few times. Just so I don't have to listen to it anymore. So I can stop thinking about them.

"Fine!" I hold my hands up. "But you owe me one." He chuckles to himself and nods in agreement. The city looks different at night. Bright more lively like you want to go out and explore. During the day it's meant to be boring to bore you to death. Making you want to go out at night. I have to admit. I'm not being myself I'm acting like some one in not. It's strange and awkward and I hate it. I hate myself for it. I feel like I'm lying to everyone.

Everyone.

I look back out over the city.
"Come on." I say making my way down the fire escape.
"Where we going?" He questions as we run down the fire escape. He follows me regardless of where we're going. I stop once I'm at the bottom.
"Well, I don't know about you but I'm hungry and bored." I say. He gives me a blank look but his stomach rumbles in agreement.

"Fine." He says. We begin to walk into the city and subconsciously put our hoods up. I pull mine over Tobias' black beanie.

Today was the first day I ever met him. I ever talked to him. The first day they all judged a book by its cover. I look down at my hand with the scar running across my palm. Remembering how Christina gave me an odd look because of it. We walk to a cheap burger stall in the street. We both ask for a ham burger.
"Four dollars." The guy holds out his hand. I look in my wallet.

Empty.

"Al have you got any money." I ask. He shoves his hand in his pocket.

He shakes his head.

"We haven't got any money." I mutter. The guy looks at us.
"Well, Scram then!" He yells, shaking his fist at us and we walk away empty handed.

We walk down the graffitied streets. Round the corner to see a group of kids, around our age. Sitting on a wall.
"Tris?" One of them yells. They all come rushing towards me. Al and I stand there. Watching the herd of kids running towards us. Before I know it I'm pulled into a large group hug.

"So hows life on the other side?" A boy with long brown hair. He's slightly taller then me. Although he never used to be. It's the gang I used to steal with. Rudy is now the leader in Cody's absents.
"What do you mean by that, Rudy?" I raise a quizzical eye brow at him. He laughs a little.
"Well, little Tris gets picked up by the cops and then whisked away to Foster and gets to live with a loving family." He says taking a step forward. "Then Cody goes to find you and ends up dead." I gulp. He's become harder. More cold and scary.
"I was expecting a bit of a warmer welcome." I say taking a step forward. He glares at me still but holds out his hand.
"Welcome back, Tris." He says and I shake it.

A little while after dark. The whole of my dad gang shows up. Including Al. I walk out to the crowded living room. I raise an eyebrow at the chaos. Al makes his way through the crowd.
"What's going on?" I say. He shrugs.
"There's a street race and your dads meeting a customer. So we've all got to go." He explains as if it's an everyday thing. I gulp. "Usually the cops come. So best running shoes." He laughs. I don't join him. He stops.
"What's up?" He says. I don't answer.
"Don't worry." I say and walk back to my room. I quickly change into ripped black jeans (they didn't come ripped) a grey top and oversized sweat shirt. I grab my denim jacket and join.
"We're going!" My dad yells. We run down the stairs. We make it to the bottom. We all jump in various cars and speed off. I get in with Al and a few other guys slightly older then us. They don't talk much. But I hear whooping from other cars as we come closer to the race. I lean my head out the window and breath in the nights chilled air. We roll down back streets.
"We're here." The driver says and strides out with his friends and walk away. "Get out!" He yells. Me and Al spring to life and get out the car and follow them. We meet the rest of the gang.

There's loud music flooding my ears from cars. People are drunk. Taking drags. Making out. All this happens before the race begins. I don't know who we're meeting. My dad speaks to a tall guy with a pierced eye brow. He nods and leads us to the buyer. He leads us to a building.
"Stay here." My dad instructs.