My fists clench at my sides. I gulp nervously.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, trying to sound stroung and mask my fear.
He laughs menicingly(A/N I dont think I spelled that right but oh well...) "I simply came to visit my son."
"I may not be an expert, but I'm pretty sure you don't 'visit' people by breaking in and going through thier things." I start to sweat as he takes slow steps towards me.
"Son, I suggest you respect your father a little more after all I have done for you. It's all for your own-"
"Good? Yeah I dont think so. Leave. Now."
"Fine. Fine. But one thing-"
Are you serious? "Leave. Now!" my voice rising, angering seeping into my tone. With that, he stalks off. I lock the door and plop down on my bed, face in my hands, breathing heavily.
What was that about? What did he want? Why can't I get over this fear?
Reviewing my thoughts, I check every inch of my apartment. Not a single thing was taken. Just then, I hear a soft knock on the door.
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Without A War
FanfictionTris and the new members of Dauntless celebrate with a good old fashioned game of Truth or Dare (but more like Candor or Dauntless). Things are looking up and life is good. At least for now. **Was titled- Divergent No War: Candor or Dauntless
