My name is called. After sixteen years of hearing that voice, this is the only time I am relieved to hear it utter my name. Because it will be the last. My feet take their time leading me to the podium, where my father stands, extending a knife in my direction. I ignore all the people watching; my eyes remain on Marcus. Only I am able to tell how fake his grin is. He finally gets to see his son choose the faction in which he will be living for the rest of his life.
You'll make me proud, he says with his gaze.
Buried underneath the dark blue irises is also a threat. I better choose to stay in Abnegation. I better live here so my father can trail my actions, so his high position isn't jeopardized, so I don't spread the word of his true nature. I won't tell, of course. I'm above all that. Those nights spent in the closet, the bruises I've had to cover with long gray sleeves, those secrets remain between him and me.
But I refuse to make the decision he wants me to. I r