Divergent?

Chapter 1

*Tris's POV*

I woke up on my usual uncomfortable springy bed. I decided to get up and go to the bathroom. As I shut the door I looked at myself.

I had bruises under my eyes from my father hitting me there last night. "Tris!" he shouted from downstairs.

"I'm coming father!" I shouted back since I live in the attic of the house. So if we had guests over he wanted me out of sight.

He thought I was a disgrace to be seen. I walked out of the bathroom and head downstairs. I saw him sitting on the couch watching tv.

"Did you need something sir?" I asked. "Oh, yes. I would like you to go in the kitchen and make breakfast for me." he said.

"Yes sir." I replied. If I didn't obey I would get beaten, so I walked into the kitchen and started making pancakes with sausage and eggs.

I finished making it and served a plate full of food. I started to walk back over to the couch when I tripped on part of the carpet.

Shit.

I fell on the ground and the food hit the floor along with the plate with a smash. I got up only to realize my father, watching me with disgust.

"Clean this up now! And make it spotless." He spitted his last words at me as I cleaned up the mess I just made.

"You'll pay for this later." he said as he walked back to the couch and sat down.

I would have to get the vacuum to clean up the bits and pieces of the shattered plate I landed on.

I went back into the kitchen and made another plate of the food. As I walked into the living room I made sure I didn't trip and made it to the couch safely.

"Here you go sir." I said.

"Go clean up the dishes then clean the house. We're having guests over for dinner."

I did the dishes and cleaned up the house. When I finished I walked back into the living room and told him I was done.

He took one look at me up and down and said, "Go get yourself cleaned up."

I nodded my head and walked upstairs to my room and looked through my few pairs of clothes that I owned.

I put on my patched up dress and I went to the cracked price of mirror I had and tried to fix my hair, but decided to put it in a bun.

I heard my father yell my name. "Tris, time to start making dinner!" he yelled.

I walked down the stairs and head into the kitchen and started to make chicken, noodles, and brocoli. When I finished I walked into the dining room and saw 2 men I didn't know.

I passed out the plates and head back into the kitchen. I brought out all of the food and asked if there was anything else they needed.

"Tris, I would like you to meet Marcus and his son Tobias." said my father. "Welcome, let me know if there is anything you would like." I said putting on a fake smile.

"Yes there is something, would you go and make something different, I don't like chicken or noodles." He said plainly. "Are you kidding me?" I ask in disbelief.

"Tris, let me see you upstairs for a minute." said my father coldly. "Yes sir." I said sadly, I knew what he was going to do to me.

We walked upstairs and into the bathroom. "Take off your shirt." he said taking off the belt on his pants. I took of my shirt and felt the cold air against my warm skin.

"Never, be rude to our guests." he said coldly. I heard the whip in the air as the belt came down on my back.

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