Divergent - Eric

One day is one too many

As I walk home from the school I feel kind of strange and also worried. 'I'm a divergent' I keep repeating to myself. This amazing talent that I have is now a burden, threatening my life every second of the day. What should I pick? Abnegation? I mean I'm sure they wouldn't kill me if they found out what I am. Erudite? I don't think so, the way I see it is the sooner I leave this place I'll be safer than I ever was. I guess that only leaves dauntless... I mean I can throw a good punch. I think.

I don't feel any sorrow when I decide my decision I mean my father has looked after me and fed me and gave me a home but that doesn't make him my father. It makes him a man with a child he has to put up with and accept the responsibility of a parent. I'm sure that does NOT include abuse, but hey what would I know.

I can feel my stomach tie into knots as I arrive home late from school, my father is home he will be angry. I try to mentally prepare myself for the beating I'm about to get, I doubt he will miss me when I leave. As I open the door I can smell some kind of food... Curry? What? My father never cooks this is strange. I walk into the kitchen where I notice my father hunched over the stove stirring the food in the pot, I go to walk over to him when I realize that there is a women in my usual seat at the dinning table laughing at something my father must have just said... I'm sure it wasn't very funny if it came out of his mouth. I look at her in disgust and tell my father that I will be in my bedroom if he wants me. Just as I thought I would get away he asks me a question 'what did you get on your aptitude test today, spencer?' He has got to be fucking me? I'm not telling him and he knows it's against the rules 'father, that is not to be shared' I reply trying as calm as ever even though anger is boiling over in me. How dare he have the nerve to ask me that. 'Oh, come on spencer I'm your father you can tell me' he says with an evil grin, his drunk. 'Yeah well she's not my mother, she's just some random slut you picked up from the bar so not only will I NOT Tell you but I will not tell you when that whore is in our home' I say, disappointment in my voice mixed with mainly anger. He walks over to me no longer smirking and looks me in the eye right before he slaps me, hard to May I add and I think he split my cheek open. 'First: don't call the women I bring home sluts and whores and second: you will tell me now or you will be getting much worse than just a cut on your cheek' he says to me dangerously close to evil. 'Erudite, I got erudite are you happy?' I ask sarcastically but him being to drunk to pick it up. 'Very' he replies returning back to his slut and pretend that nothing happened. Tomorrow will be the best day of my life, I will be free.

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