Divergent high, facing reality

Four pov

Four pov

I look in the mirror at my reflection. The shirt I as wearing was short sleeve so it only just covered the scars that went up to my shoulders and the jeans I wore everyday were black matching my shirt. Leaning down I pull up my jeans just enough to see the anklet I wear day after day. It wasn't a chain with a skull like you would expect, it's a crazily beaded bracelet with Toby+Bea on it. It was originally made as a bracelet but I wear it as an anklet so that my jeans can cover it up but it will always be with me. I loved her but Marcus thought I had told her my secret and made us move. I didn't of course. It would cause her too much pain and I wouldn't want to be the cause of that pain. Also knowing her and her stubborn ways she would want to do something about it and that would be even worse. My mother tried to do something about it when I was eight but- but-but- but- he ran her car off the road while I was in the backseat on the way back from school. He didn't want her to do anything about what he done to me. He was also hoping I would die too. I would rather that and be with my mother than to be with that monster that doesn't deserve the title as my father.

Flashback

Mummy is sitting in the drivers seat and is telling me a story about a happy family that lived in neverland. I smile as she finishes of the story with " And they lived happily ever after." Clapping my hands together I plead her to tell another one. She laughs. So happy and full of life. She never laughs like that at home. Maybe it's because daddy scares her. Daddy scares me too. He hits me a lot as well. But he's been really angry at mummy lately, I think it's because she tried to tell the police officer about daddy hitting me and he didn't like that. She's stops laughing all of a sudden as I see a blue Holden in the wrong lane I think and it's heading straight for us." Mummy!!" I scream. I don't know what to do and I'm even more scared than I am at home most of the time. Tears stream down my face as the car is only 50 meters away from us. But it's still enough time for mummy to climb over the seat and into the back to cover me from the impact of the crash.

CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I wake up in a very white room that blinds me as I try to open my eyes. I see daddy there and he looks very angry. But not enough for poor innocent bea sitting next to him her blonde hair glowing in the sunlight streaming in through the window and her blue gray eyes gleaming with hope to notice his anger. She's too focused on me. She smiles at me and I smile back." Hey bea" I greet her. She bursts out crying and rushes over to pull me into a tight hug. My shirts getting wet from tears but I don't mind as long as she's safe in my arms. Even if they are tiny. Daddy comes over his face red." Bea sweetie can you please go tell your mummy he's awake I want some alone time with lil Tobias." He asks to sweetly to be true. She nods understandly and scurries out the door. Daddy turns around to face me his fake smile now gone." YOU STUPID GOOD FOR NOTHING, WORTHLESS SON!!! YOU SHOULD OF DIED WITH THAT LOUSLY MOTHER OF YOURS!!" He screams in my face followed my a hard slap on the cheek. Good thing these walls are sound proof they won't be able to hear my scream of pain either. Tears rush down my face. He scowls before making his way to the door." Oh we are leaving on Wednesday since it's obvious you told that little bitch" he says before exciting.
Flashback ended

I grasp the edge of my bed. That wasn't the first time that's happened and I have a feeling it won't be my last either. That was the day I stopped calling him daddy or even giving him the title of my father. He didn't deserve it. I quickly compose myself and head downstairs at the sound of the doorbell where,now that I've been down her for the first time, the party is in full swing. I answer the door and what I see amazes me. Tris is there looking as beautiful as ever and Chris is there next to her looking.........okay but not as good as tris. I take my time looking he up and down before sitting in her chest where a familiar locket lays. My eyes linger there for a moment as I try think of reasons it's not Bea's. Finally I let them in. I'm going to find out about that locket and I have a feeling that a good game of truth or dare might help