The house is as quite as a mouse but the tension is wild as a hurricane.
It's three days after Zeke left and Four has been avoiding me like a cold he might catch.
But I can feel his heavy gaze on the back of my head whenever I leave the room.I'm pretty sure it's because of our little "moment" with Zeke. the only human sound is Jace that keeps the harmony
It's like we are playing a game ,if four comes in the room, I'm already on my way out and if I come, he goes without giving me a glanceAt first I was glad that he isn't talking to me but now I realize it's better to be acknowledged than to be ignored.
I look at the ceiling bored . Jace is now being torn between Four and I.
I smile as I realize that Jace is happyMy back resting on the mattress I close my eyes just to notice that my door is creaking
I stand up startled only to catch a glimpse of his muscular arm, handing the baby in the basket to me and before I can acknowledge why he even put jace in the basket he was already outI place jace and play with him for awhile until I hear the loud metallic sound of our garage door
My heart leaps and I scramble on my feet once I notice I don't have to stay here
I noticed my eating has decreased that Even I start to worry,mostly because four spends all his time in the kitchen which prevents me from making a decent meal
I make a quick sandwich and sit and eat while watching some sport show,I think basketball, and I stare at the fans watching the game
My mind wanders off, it's crazy how much people even older than me can blend in with society so easily
It's like they forgot their factions,that there really never was war, and most importantly they don't remember it,they don't have a ceremony or even a day that marks it down in historyI feel my breath quicken and my fists tremble
it even suprises me that my anger has appeared
It's just that when I think of who died in the war and the number of bodies that laid there, and my friends dying one by one in the war, and to think that now no one even tries to remember is frustratingBut that's what U wanted isn't it?
It's clear that I have been avoiding this question.
I wanted a future and I fought for one. But it scares me, I was much happier,stronger,and more self dependent when the factions were there or maybe when I had people who supported meBut I can't get the faction system back can I? Could I?
I close the tv and throw my half eaten sand which to shake off the thoughts
Because the more I think about it the more I realize how tempting it soundsI go upstairs to see that Jace is not longer playing but is asleep peacefully on his little play mat
I put him into his little crib and start to wonder what I could do with this little freedom I receivedI pluck myself on my bed and open my phone
As usual, I check Sam but he isn't even answering my last text
A hallow feeling builds inside me and I switch my phone off and decide to read a bookIt's quite and I have taken interest in a book about a boy with a scar
I Lean a bit back until my lower back starts hurting and I jump when something digs deeper into meI quickly jump out and swiftly reveal what's been discomforting
The disk.
I feel like the entire scene is frozen.
My brain is taking this hard to register that I forgot what my lead me to freedom

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Abusive Four
FanfictionAfter the war,Tris and Four survived the challenges. But after all the sacrifices can they remain the same? Four develops an abusive bone and is torturing Tris. Secrets and lies will unravel as Tris continues her difficult journey of being her once...