Blue Flames //Divergent Fanfic//

Here In the Grass, I Will

Chapter 39:

Natalie's Perspective

    My eyes dart open. I was awoken to the sound of a door busting open. I scream. There is a hand over my mouth, and one part  of me is hoping that it's Dad trying to make me be quiet but it can't be him if there's a glove on the hand. I thrash around and there is a bag on my head. I light myself, but nobody lets go.

I scream in frustration, and wonder why nobody has let go. Non-flammable clothing. My worst enemy. Why has nobody come after me? Where's Mom and Dad? "MOM!!!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

My eyes burn from tears, and some kind of chemical that is on the bag. "Put her in!" I hear someone shout. Peter. I feel myself drop, and land on a hard surface. The hand has left my lips, and left a terrible taste on them as I bite my bottom lip.

    "HELP!!!" I scream. I hear tires screech, and yell out. I am jerked to the side. I try and pull the bag off my head, but my hands are tied. I try and burn that, but it remains tight. I have nothing else left to do but cry. "DAD!!!" I scream through sobs.

I turn in the fetal position, and kick around. Okay, calm down, calm down. First, where are you? Dad's voice rings in my mind. How I wish that it wasn't in my mind. If only he was here, helping me.

I am assuming that I am in a car. In a trunk? No, it would have burned. Maybe a case they put in a trunk. My head rams into a metal wall, followed by more screeching tires. I steady my breathing, trying to pretend that this is a simulation.

Okay, you are in a metal case, in a car trunk. Where are you going? This time, it's Mom's voice ringing through my head. I notice a small hole in the bag that's over my head and look around. It's not exactly a metal case, but an aluminum type of thing coating the inside of the car trunk.

I see a red glow, and recognize it as the tail light. I remember a lesson Dad made me go to when I was nine about kidnaps, when the kidnappings were serious. Now, if you are in a car, are there tail lights? The teacher's voice rings through my head.

Break them. The teacher says. I start to kick at them, and see small cracks in the glow. I kick harder, making a loud cracking noise, hoping that Peter didn't hear it. I kick it one more time, and the thing pops out.

I scoot over to it, and look out the tiny hole. Hair sticks to my face from tears and sweat as I stare at the sight before me. I wince as I see the fence slowly becoming smaller as we go down a hill. Okay, you are leaving the factions and going outside the fence. Where the leader is. I tell myself.

    "Peter!" I shout. They slam on the brakes, and my forehead hits the metal lining. I groan as I feel blood trickle into my eyebrow. I hear a yell, and the trunk opens. But the yell is not Peter's. I've only heard it once.

The trunk opens and I flip around trying to get out, but a hand with a strong grip throws me in the grass. "SHUT UP!" I hear the voice shout. That voice. I have heard it once in my life, but can't distinguish in who it might be.

I feel a foot drive into my stomach and I scream. The breath is knocked out of me, and I gasp for air. I try and light myself, but it won't work. I know that I'm lighting myself, but nothing is burning. I feel a hot, stinging pain on my right arm. I scream at the top of my lungs.

I am hit again with it, and realize what it is. A belt. A belt.........I know exactly who this is. I am hit once again on my back, and arch forward and scream in pain as I feel the warm blood flow down my back and arm.

Play innocent.....play innocent...... Dad's voice rings through my head. Who am I kidding? This man shows no mercy whatsoever, especially towards my father and there's no way he'd show mercy on me. The bag is ripped off my head, and I look into his cold eyes.

He yanks the belt back, and try and tear the rope binding my wrists together, but it won't budge. I yell in frustration, and soon a scream in pain follows that as I am hit on my left thigh. I scream out, and hot tears pour down my cheek. I pant, and a sob wracks my body forward.

He yanks me up by my hair, and punches me in the teeth. I scream out as my lip digs into my front teeth. He throws my head on the ground and I cry. I taste blood, and all I want to do right now is disappear. My top lip is numb, and my bottom lip is swelling.

I then close my eyes, trying to block out all sound and pain from the outside world, trying to escape the one I am trapped in. I feel the belt hit me on my right shoulder, and I yell through my bloody teeth. Blood rushes from my mouth, and I spit. I cough, and I taste more blood. 

I then see my mother walking with me in the Amity orchard, picking apples for an apple pie to attend Aunt Marlene and Uncle Uriah's party. I can smell the wet earth, and the crisp smell of the ripe apples. I am climbing a tree trying to find the perfect apple.

    "Natalie, please be careful." Mom says, a basket in her hand. "I won't fall Mommy, I'm just trying to find the perfect one." My eight year old self says. "Okay, let me know when you find it." she says. 

I remember that day so vividly, wishing that I could re-live it. Her medium length blonde hair shined in the golden sun, making her hair look like honey flowing from a jar. I was wearing a black dress that day, and she just came in a black shirt and black pants.

    "Natalie, have you found it yet?" she says. "No, Mommy it has to be perfect." I say. "Okay." she says. I then saw the most perfect apple in the world. It was a perfect shade of dark red and had a single leaf hanging off of it.

I picked it off, and climbed down handing it to Mom. "I found the perfect one, Mommy!" I say. She looks at it and smiles at me. She sets it in the basket, and leans down to me and kisses me on my forehead. "You're my perfect apple." she says.

I am brought back by a fist colliding with my jaw. I yell out, and wriggle around trying to break from the ropes. "Mom...." I whisper, my lips to swollen to actually speak. A gurgling noise pushes its way past my lips, and it sounds like a scream, but I feel like it's a groan.

My vision is becoming very cloudy, and I assume that I am dying, here, in the grass. Here in the grass, my wrists tied, my lips swollen, my back arms and legs beaten, my jaw swelling. I will. He will beat me to death.

My own grandfather, beating me in the grass. My own grandfather, slowly killing me in the grass. I then realize that the grass is browning, and I am lighting it on fire. I smile, and look up at Marcus who stands over me with a belt, jumping around and into the car.

    "DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE! IT DIDN'T LAST LONG ENOUGH!" I hear him yell. They are leaving me here to die. The tires are close to my face, and then I see them moving. Dirt cakes my face as it burns and falls off.

I try and get up, but my legs are numb and my arms are weak from thrashing around. I bury my face in the grass, and cry. I don't know how long I cry, but when I look up, I realize that I have burned the whole field.

    "Dad.....MOM!!!" I scream out. I lick my lips, tasting blood and dirt. I look down at where my face was laying in the grass and see blood. I cry again, and roll over. "Here in the grass, I will die." I whisper to myself. 

I am bleeding too much. I can't get up. The world is spinning, and I am the center of all the spinning. I can see the world spinning, but I know I'm not spinning, just the world is. You are his whole world....Mom says, and I laugh a gurgled laugh that sounds like it being pushed out.

    Yeah? Well my world is spinning, and it's going to collapse, here in the grass.

Talk about suspense! Left you at a cliffhanger! This chapter is pretty sad too. I'M SAHRREEE!!! I hope you like it! Go and read some of Ashtynlea's stories on Quotev.com/Divergent:Myway.  Don't be afraid to give me feedback! I love to see your comments! Don't forget to vote and comment! :)