*Disclaimer* I don't own the characters just the story.
I was sleeping in my room... or at least I was trying to. I had been trying to see if listening to music might drown out my thoughts. No matter how hard I'd tried I couldn't sleep. I couldn't get him off my mind. His soft curly brown hair. His big sexy eyes that you just want to melt into. His smile. That smile I just couldn't seem to get enough of. Just the thought of him caused my brain to go up in an uproar. I'd been, of course, been thinking about none other than Tobias, my childhood friend/boyfriend. My mom seemed to think I had a crush on him and I was too stubborn to acknowledge it. Well... she didn't know, but we'd started dating and last night he kissed me. I didn't even think he liked me in that way. I mean look at me. I'm all skin and bones who would...
And that's when I heard it. ! Bang!
It almost seemed like muffled screams... no that isn't right. Maybe I just heard it wrong. I decide to get up and check it out. My parents worked an early shifts in the morning, so they retired for the night earlier. I'm supposed to be at Susan's house but I went home early. I'm getting closer to the stairs, my vision starting to fog from... smoke? When I look over the railing I see my mom and dad strapped to chairs in the dining room. There are three other armed men too engrossed in a conversation to notice me. The house seems to be on fire. I pull out my phone and call the police.
"Are you sure this is everyone? There is another one." One of them says.
"You mean the girl?" the other nods, "Boss said she was sleeping over a friend's house."
"Good, can't have any witnesses," he responds, "so Natalie I'm going to ask you one more time. Where is the boy?" he says so calmly. It's not the good kind. You know the kind that sends shivers down your spine.
"I'm not telling you a thing! Why don't you go back and tell Marcus that he's not getting what he wants this time around." Mom responds. I can barely recognize Dad; Most of his body is covered head to toe in bruises and he has blood dripping down his leg. That's not the right answer, because the next thing I know one of the men re positions his gun and aims it at my father's head. The next thing I do was pure stupid teenage instinct. I scream.
"No!" I was too late. My dad lies dead on our living room floor. I grabbed the nearest item which was my mom's favorite vase and I run across the room knocking out the man that shot my father.
I realize then that it wasn't the smartest thing to do since as soon as the words lefts my mouth all heads snaps in my direction. I gulp. Half choking on a sob that is muffled by my hand.
"Leave my daughter alone!" my mom somehow during the distraction escaped the restraint. My mom is fighting the man off. Her moves so defined with superiority and strength. I never knew mom knew how to fight. Bang! I turn and see my mom standing over the man gun in hand. The other guy she was fighting earlier knocked out. I run to her sobbing as she wraps her arms around me. That's when flashing blue and red lights fill the room. I must have been so consumed in my thoughts, because the next thing I know we're outside and we are sitting side by side in the ambulance as my mom is approached by an officer. I almost miss it, but when the officer finally reaches us and asks for our info mom says, "My name Special Agent Natalie Prior of Divergent. I would like to report this to my Boss." The officer responds with a nod and "Very well Agent Prior."
"Guess I have a lot of explaining to do, but now is not a safe time," mom turns to me, "I'll explain everything when we are safe back at HQ... don't fight me on this Beatrice. "