Where Do I Belong? || Four x OC

3. Choose

"Why are you here so early?"

'Crap.' I mentally curse myself and turn to my brother who is in the small lounge.

"The serum made me sick." I say, and hope that he'd just drop this. Even lying to my brother gives me a sick feeling. I hate that feeling. But I suppose that's what happens when you spend your entire life telling nothing but the truth.

"Huh. I knew you were weak." He rolls his eyes and goes back to reading whatever novel he has.

I glance at the clock and take the initiative to cook dinner. Since I'm a slave here. And the earlier the food. The easier it is for me to sleep.

I walk into the kitchen and wash my hands before beginning dinner.

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The sounds of metal casually clashing together, or scraping against glass plates is the only thing you can hear. We both sit at opposite ends of the tables, and never share a word. Unless he wants to make fun of me. For me to talk is a punishable thing.

"What was your results?" He asks. Actually. Scratch that. He more like demanded, than asked.

"Erudite." I say slightly above a whisper.

I fear that telling him that I'm leaving for Dauntless would end badly. Since he won't have anyone to torment or pick on. Plus he told me to never leave, or he'll find away to kill me. And since I grew up and put up with his lifestyle, I ain't taking any chances. Besides. It's not like I'm lying. Erudite was apart of my results. But I guess Samuel thought otherwise.

"I said; What was your results." He repeats and drops his knife. Great. I've pissed off the bull.

"Erudite." I repeat.

"I'm going to ask you one more time... What was your result." His eyes grow darker, and seems more lifeless.

"Erudite." I whisper. I honestly have no clue to why I didn't tell him Dauntless. Maybe I was scared of accidentally saying, 'Divergent'? I don't know. Wait? Did he get my results!? If so, did he figure out it's tampered? Does he know that I'm Divergent?

His facials grew angrier as he grips on his knife again, and throws it. I easily dodge the flying weapon, and then notice him throw more things. He keeps throwing things in his near grasp, making it slightly hard for me to keep up. Out of no where a chair flies into my head, and I fall to the ground with a thud. My vision is slightly blurry, and I noticed that I winded myself. I try breathing in for air properly, but I struggle a tad bit. I feel Samuel roll me onto my stomach and a forceful stomp on my right hand. I hiss in pain as I hear the sounds of cracking and the pain levels increase even higher.

"Argh!!" I grunt, trying to hold in my cries. I can't let him win. He wants to see me breakdown. He enjoys seeing me suffering. It's sickening.

"Are you gonna cry? Well you should. Your a weakling." He stomps on my hand again. "Your a mistake." He keeps his foot on my hand and use the other one to stomp on my shoulder. I grunt as tears start to form in my eyes. "Your shameful to the family name!" He stomps even harder, I felt that he has dislocated my shoulder again.

I shriek, and just one tear slips out, and luckily he couldn't see it. My body is burning in pain. My muscles is aching in agony. My arm is crying from the slight separation. Having a part of my body dislocated hits different.

His feet remain on me as he crouches down lower, putting more weight on me. He grabs his sharp knife from the floor near us and cut open my sleeves and reveals a few bruises and scars. "No one loves you." He spits.
He places the point of the knife on my shoulder, and I whimper in pain. "If you cry. Or make a sound.... Then I'll start all over again. Unless you tell me your results."