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

Chapter 4- I Can't Forget

After what seems like hours of standing around and waiting. My dad finally walks back out with another guy. They shake hands and everyone cheers we all go back to the cars and they pop the trunks on all of them. They pull out guns and knives. The thought of these guys walking the streets with those kind of weapons makes me shiver.The guys men carry it back to the warehouse and hand my dad a wad of cash.
"Enjoy the race." The guy says. My dads gang whoop. They all run off and we join them and find a spot to watch the race. They rev their engines trying to show off. Then the girl struts out out the middle and holds both of her hands up. It's silent and then her hands goes down and everyone cheers. We yell at them to go faster. To speed up. They go round a corner out of sight. We wait and wait. Then one spins round the corner. Followed by the other one. Followed by about 5 cop cars.

Everybody starts to run. People yell at each other. Push and run to various cars. Al grabs my wrist and pulls me to the cars but the last one speeds off before we have enough time to get in them.
"Shit!" I yell. I look behind us to see more cop cars pulling up where my dad's cars were. We stand there frozen.
"Run!" I yell to Al and both sprint in the other direction. Were blocked in. A cops on our tail and the only way out is over a high wired fence. I begin to climb and I'm over before I know it. The cop closes in on Al. He tries again but fails. He tries one more time and gets over. We both run out into the street. We stand there panting.
"Do you know how far the apartment is?" I ask. He nods and leads me in the direction of it. I hope we're going the right way.

I've never  been here in Michigan. It's a new place. It's odd and strange and I miss home. My real home. My friends. I want to go back.

I keep walking next to Al The whole way. We keep our hoods high over our heads. Covering our faces. Finally we reach the apartments. We run up the stairs and bang on the door. My dad answers the door. He grabs me and drags me in by the collar of my sweatshirt.
"Did you tell them?" He spits.
"Tell who!" I ask. He looks around to the his gang behind him. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Al standing frozen.
"You know who." He spits. I look at Al he's still too scared to speak.
"We don't." Al whispers. My dad yanks his head towards him.
"You stay out of this, kid." He snaps at Al. He turns back to me.
"The cops. Why didn't you make it to the cars!" He stares at me for a while.
"They drove off before we could get there." I say. His cold eyes still stare.

"We can't be sure Mark, the girl might me lying." One of the guys says. My dad turns to look at the guy. Giving him a death glare. He turns back to me. I swallow the lump in the throat. He lets go.
"She's not lying." He says. He clenches his fists. I'm shaking against the wall, I don't move until he's turned away. I look to Al who's wearing the same expression as I am. What the hells going on.

We walk to my room. I flop onto my mattress and breathe a sigh of relief. Al joins me on the mattress.
"I've never seen him act like that." Al says and looks back to the closed door. "Why does he do that to you?" I look at him and attempt to give him a confused look.
"What do you mean?" I ask and tilt my head to the side. He raises an eyebrow at me.
"You know what, Tris." He mutters.
"You mean, intimate me and beat me?" I say "he does it because... Because... I don't know why." I reply and look down at my hands

I've never known why this happens. Why it happens to me. It's happened for as long as I can remember. I've never done anything to make him do this. At least I don't remember. The thing that forced him to do this was me being born. I was never wanted from day one and he takes it out on me. Always on me. What worries me is that his gang is always there at his beck and call. He can make them do what he wants. So if he gets so mad one day. I'm done for.

"Tris? Are you ok? You didn't answer." Al says. I turn away from him.
"I don't wanna talk about it." I say.
"Maybe if you-" he begins. I turn around and glare at him.
"I said I don't wanna talk about it!" I snap at him probably a little too harshly. He looks down for a little while and mutters " See you tomorrow." I don't look at him as he walks goes out my window. Shutting it behind him.

I'm not fine. I don't know why he kept bugging me. I take off my shoes and throw them against the wall. Making my draws shake. A book falls off the top and lands with a thud. I raise an eyebrow at it. I pick it up to see its my scrapbook from Chicago the guys made me for my birthday. I've never had a chance to read it. No. That's a lie. I never wanted to read it because all I'd think about were the times with Tobias, Christina, Uriah, Marlene, Shauna, Will, Zeke and Lynn. I flick it open and see pictures of us all. Pictures. They cover the page. All of us grinning and being just stupid together. Being stupid and laughing our heads off as if nothing could touch us. I flick to one where there's me and Tobias. I'm smiling at the camera and he's looking down at me. A small smile is playing on his lips. I thought that if I don't think about them. Talk to them. Then I might be able to forget. But the truth is.

I can't forget.