Forbidden: FourBEA

Chapter: 1

Bea's View:

Long story short, I chose Abnegation.
                    I was pondering the idea of choosing Dauntless..... But once I saw the hurt in my parent's eyes when my brother, Caleb, chose Erudite.... I knew I had to stay.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life, initiation into my chosen faction. Abnegation.

Even though my father is probably one of the most selfless people I know..... I am nothing like him. I could never fit in here, why I chose to stay I'll never know... 

After the choosing ceremony we all stay behind and help stack the chairs, even cleaning up the bit of mess the Dauntless left behind.
I notice the strain in my back once I finally stand up to leave after being bent over for an hour cleaning. I sigh, shaking my head;  What am I doing? How will I live like this for the rest of my life? I can't.

I even believed I might at least have Robert around, that I would marry him... Well that is if he stayed in Abnegation.... Which he didn't.... I scoff, even Robert had left, of all people? The only one for unbelievable to leave Abnegation would be Susan...

She's the only one I have left aside from my parents and Marcus...

Marcus is the leader of Abnegation. He's like an uncle to me or another father. He is stern but has always favoured me over Caleb when ever he would come over for diner. Ruffling my hair, giving me a pat on the back for my accomplishments when my father would be too busy to notice. Marcus is like family to me. I've known him ever since I could remember. I was always curious as to what what happened to his son though. I wasn't supposed to know him. As far as anyone else knew, we had never met. I could have almost sworn it was a dream if it wasn't for the sheer detail that had become somehow unforgettable about him. 

I can already feel the curiosity picking at me, I hadn't thought about him in such a long time...

I remember talking to him. Once...

We were children, I saw him in front of his home, on the broken curb, tears were streaming down his face, although he was so silent for a child, oddly so. I went up to him curiously and asked him and what had happened. The only response I was given was a shake of his head, turning away from me.

Of course I had persisted, pressing him, although I shouldn't have. I could tell he was about to give in. I could see the weight almost coming off his shoulders, whatever burden it was, he was about to share it with me, but then, Marcus' voice rang through the street. The boy nearly jumped and began quickly walking inside, like a soldier trained to the bone.

I remember seeing the boy shiver as Marcus said his name.... What was his name???

I remember his eyes, the unforgettable ones of deep thundering seas.

I keep thinking to myself and trying to remember the name of the boy but I can't.

As I keep replaying the memory in my mind, the city around me disappears, but suddenly, everything comes crashing back when I hit something- no, someone hard. 

Stumbling, with arms flailing, I back up. Nearly getting angry, I'm about to tell the person to watch where they were going. Somehow though, I manage to regain my composure and remember to act through my faction's ideals. Taking a breath in, I take a step back and follow with my eyes up to see the person I rammed into. 

"My apologies sir, are you alrig-..." I cut myself off, for reasons I can't begin to comprehend as my cheeks begin heating up, the feeling of his hands around my arms - probably to stop me from falling backwards.

"'It's my fault, sorry...." He says it almost automatically, obviously in a rush but suddenly stops when he looks down onto my small frame. Our eyes making contact with one another and I could be wrong but it feels like he recognizes something and I can't put my finger on it...

I clear my throat, pulling away from his warm calloused grip.

"I should have been paying closer attention." I bite my lip, holding back a soft smile as I look away. Maybe something good has come from this day at least. I can see from the corner of my eye that he's smiling as well.

"Oh don't.. Uh... Don't worry about it..." He nearly squints at me, as if he was trying to read a book with too small of a type.

Finally, our eyes meet one again. His blue eyes remind me of oceans and storms I have only ever seen pictures of. They're fascinating. I begin getting lost in them. I've felt this sensation once before...