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

Chapter 20- Can't Get Out

"Let's try this again, Miss Prior." David says. "What happened that night?" I stay silent and glare at the floor. He slams the files down on the table, making me jump. "The longer you delay, the worse we're going to get." He says and a sick grin curls into his lips.

He gets up and leaves me in the room by myself. For the first time in a long time I can get up and stretch out my arms and legs. I notice a camera in the small grey room I'm left in. They're always watching you wherever you go.

I sigh and slump back into the chair and my stomach begins to growl like an angry dog.

About an hour later, David walks back into the room carrying a tray of food. My stomach immediately growls in response. I go to grab the tray but he pulls it away just before I can reach it.

"So we're going for blackmail now." I say nodding to myself. David lips curl at my response. This guy loves to taunt you.

"Yes. Yes we are." He says with a cruel smirk on his face. He places another file on the table. "So? Who's this?" He says and pulls out a picture.

"My dad." I say In a monotone voice.

He nods and scribbles it down. "I thought there would be a connection because another few of my colleges picked him up as well as the whole gang." He explains. I find it hard not to smile. They might be put away for good. All of them. Every single one. Then I'm free. He won't be able to hurt any of my friends. But my friends hate me now. They think I'm a Murderer. I'm probably the most hated person in all of Chicago right now.

"You got my dad?" I ask and he nods in response.

"We can put him away for good." He sits up slightly. "I know all of your story, Tris. Your mother is dead due to a drug overdose. You father sent you over the edge and you felt like you needed to impress it him. You robbed a mansion and didn't think of the consequences."

"Stop." I say, glaring at him but he continues.

"Sent to juvey for 6 months, during that time you were attacked and he touched you."

"Stop, please." I say as I start to shake.

"Then you were sent to foster care when you got out. Sent to two other families. Got sent back and expelled both times. Finally a family wants you and you come all the way to Chicago. Your doing really well and you seemed to of settled in. Then all of a sudden. Your dad comes back into the picture and you go with him."

"Please. Stop." I say and start to feel myself shutting down.

"You disappear for months. Then reappear. You come back and are here barely a month and kill someone." He says finally finishing.

I feel myself shake. I'm a messed up person. Just that tiny account of my life is just traumatising. My life has not been a good one. I deserve to die. I should've just laid down and let myself die. I've caused too much pain for everyone. I mean Natalie and Andrew lost a daughter that they loved. I killed Cody and now I got Will killed as well. I'm evil. When people are around me they get hurt. They die.

"So let me try this one more time." He says "what happened?" He's shocked me into telling him.

"My dad and his gang had to go and meet another gang die to issues. He forced me to come." I say while looking down at the table. I can't bear to make any eye contact with anyone right now. I begin to play with the hem of my shirt to distract me from what's going on.

"Does he usually force you to do things?" He asks and I nod. David tells me to continue.

"We go to meet them. Everyone was armed, including me. The another gang shoots first. Then shots fly and Cops come, everyone runs for it. As I run to the nearest alley. I'm shot I keep running and as I turn to look, I knock into someone. My friend Will."

"Will, the boy you shot." He says and asks me to continue. I shake  that stab off. I'll probably get worse ones if I ever make it out of this hole.

"Will is my... Well... W-was my best friends boyfriend."

"Were you jealous of her?" He asks. Posed over his notebook. Did he really just ask me that?

"No I had-"

"Did he ever confess feelings for you."

"Nothing more then a bro-"

"Did he make you angry because he loved your best friend more then you?"

"No. I never lo-"

"Did you have feelings he didn't return? Was this re-"

"Will you shut up and listen! Just for two minutes! I only loved him as a brother! I never shot him in the first place! And I had a boyfriend!" I yell and stand up leaning over him and his freaking notebook.

"Just needed to get my facts straight." He says and snaps it the book shut in my face, making me flinch. "Take her away." He lazily gestures for the two guards standing behind him to come and grab me. They grip my arms and force them behind my back, they close them tightly around my wrists.

"Your trial will be in a week." He says just before I leave. "I suggest you plead guilty. Because there's no one way your getting out of this one." God I want to punch him in the face. I yell at him just as I leave but I know it's true. I can't get out of this.