A/N This is my first fanfic I hope you like it

Tobias POV

Chapter 1

The cold September air can be felt tonight. I feel a chill run down my spine, although, I can't tell what the cause of it was, the wind, or the fact that my I've finally graduated from University.

Most people would be glad that they finally graduated from University, they might be nervous, as they are starting a new life, or getting a job, but for me, it was none of those. It was the fact that I had to move back to Chicago, the one place I have been hoping to escape ever since my mother died.

It wasn't my mother that haunted Chicago for me, it was Marcus, the same man I have been forced to be called my father for 25 years.

The harsh wind pries me away from my thoughts. I reach into the car, grabbing the last of my boxes that are mostly filled with clothes or books. I place the boxes down and slam the car door shut while locking the vehicle.

His house hasn't changed a bit.

The grass that made up the small front yard was well maintained, probably from someone Marcus had hired, it isn't like that man to do anything for himself unless it is to make him look good in the eyes of the people.

The garage on the left side of the lawn that was painted a shade of cool beige that stood out from the rest of the peanut brown painted house, the garage door was closed and locked, indicating that he was home.

I walked up the shallow half a dozen stairs that Marcus had requested when we first bought this house and through the cobblestone arch doorway that stood a few dozen inches away from the door, the initial purpose of it being to keep people dry if it were to rain, which is quite common here.

The lights that were placed on the pillars of the arch doorway gives off an uneasy feeling. The use to be yellow lights were now replaced with cold white bulbs, eradicating the house of the little comfy feeling it had left after Mother was gone.

From the outside, this house looks big, inviting and calming, people would call me ungrateful for never wanting to step foot in this house again, but only I know the horrors that lurk inside.

It was one of the most prestigious addresses in Chicago. Marcus Eaton's house.

As I approach the door, I take a deep breath, forcing air into my lungs in the thought it would calm me. I reach into the pocket of my jeans and pick up the key that unlocks the door in front of me.

I feel the smooth copper burn my fingers, as I wait, for something, anything, a sign from the Universe, anything to stop me from going into the one place my nightmares become reality.

But nothing happens, so, with a shaky hand, I plunge the key into the lock before I have time to rethink, and twist open the door.

The hallway is empty, as per usual with the exception of the small wooden side table. The cream coloured walls look white as they are deprived of a light bulb, hence the only form of light being the moons.

Taking another deep breath was a mistake, the scent of something distinctly Marcus fills my nostrils and it doesn't help calm my nerves, instead it fuels them.

My mind suddenly wanders in all directions, I find myself thinking about all the anger Marcus has pent up inside of him for 5 years, ever since I went to University. After 5 years all that anger would be dished out to me unless of course, he found a new punching bag, which was highly unlikely. Thats the thing:

Family won't sell you out even if you deserve it.

I tighten the grip on my boxes and nudge the door closed, making sure not to make more noise than absolutely necessary. I climb the stairs with great caution, only to find the light to Marcus' study on.

The door creaks open as the man I fear walks towards me.

"Tobias" He boomed, I try not to cower. I mentally scold myself, I'm stronger and older than I was before.

"I go by Four now" I mumbled.

"Have you forgotten your manners while you were away at University" He questions, though it's more like a statement.

"No sir," I say through gritted teeth, venom dripping from every word. I remind myself, I'll only be here for a few months, as soon as I have a job and a place to stay, I'll be out of here.

Marcus' eyes turn cold, "I'll deal with you" I freeze, breaking into a nervous sweat "Tomorrow" He finishes with a smirk as if he enjoyed watching me squirm.

With that he turns and walks back to his study, closing the door in one swift motion behind him.

I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding and walk to the opposite side of the house to my bedroom, it too hasn't changed a bit.

The walls were bare, the room itself was a modest size, as it had a plain double bed tucked into the corner, and a small white bedside table with my mother's blue sculpture placed on top of it.

My father never kept anything of my mothers after she was gone, instead, he burned them as if he was triggered at the mere sight of them, the blue sculpture is all I have left of her.

I place the boxes by the door and sink into the mattress of my bed, momentarily forgetting the world around me, and falling into a deep slumber

My eyes open to the darkroom. I have no indication of what time it is, as the alarm clock I had hasn't been set up.

I fumble around in the dark, searching for my phone, only to be disappointed when I don't find it.

I make my way back into bed and move slightly to adjust into a new position. I then feel the cool glass brush against my arm. My phone.

I turn it on to discover the time:

5:34 am.

Marcus doesn't wake until six, if I am lucky I can avoid him all together today. I hoist myself out of bed and grab what I hope is a clean shirt, but a shirt nonetheless.

After a quick shower, I grab my phone, keys, bag and wallet, making a dash for the door. The crisp morning air greets my skin as I make my way to my car.

5:57, nicely timed.

I start the engine and waste no time in driving off, despite the fact I have no idea where I was going to go. After a few turns, I end up in town.

I end up parking and then wandering the empty streets of Chicago for something that's open at this time.

My feet end up taking me to the nearest open cafe that happened to be the same one that Zeke, Shauna and I hung out in while we were in high school.

The cafe is small, but I wouldn't have it any other way, the brown mahogany counter in the corner of the room seemed untouched by time. The old coffee machine, however, was gone, a newer, more practical one replaced it.

After ordering a coffee and a muffin I slide into one of their padded seats located in the opposite corner.

Taking a moment I observe the cafe, its soft yellow lights illuminate the room, despite the miserable morning weather that has found its way into the cafe, thanks to the large windows.

The brown tabletops, along with the variety of different soft grey seats creates a nicer, more comfy feeling, definitely better than that house, but then again, everything is comfier than Marcus' house.

I remove my laptop from my bag and immediately go to search for jobs around the area, making use of what time I have.

After finishing my food, I make my way to the gym, as there are a few job vacancies, not my ideal job after spending 5 years for a computer science degree, but it's a step towards getting away from Marcus.

I enter the gym to be greeted by a woman at the front desk.

"Hi, my name is Four, I'm here to apply for the job for the boxing trainer," I say.

"Of course, I'll get Mr Barron for you" She replies

I nod in return and shovel both my hands deep into my pockets.

"Are my eyes deceiving me?" a deep voice exclaims

I turn around to find the owner of the voice, to find it's none other than my high school gym teacher. Amar.

"Coach Amar" I address

He chuckles and then replies with, "Amar would be fine"

I give him a polite nod.

"So you're looking to apply for the position of a trainer. Mind telling me why that is?" He paused."Last time I saw you, you were off to New York with your computer thing or whatever that was, and 5 years later you're applying here?"

I can't help but let out a small chuckle," Well Amar, I just got back in town yesterday, I'm looking for a starter job" I leave it at that, giving out the least bit of information.

Amar nods and gestures for me to follow him, he leads us passed the receptionist's desk and towards the main part of the gym.

I analyse my surroundings, the room is big and well lit. The white walls complement the grey tiles. The equipment is spread across the room filling the large room, making it feel less empty.

Amar stops when we reach three punching bags, the three identical cylinders are hung from the ceiling.

"Show me what you can do on them"

Moving into a good stance, I project my fist towards the bag pushing most of my weight into this punch but keeping enough to maintain my balance. The bag sways violently, causing the metal chains to clash into each other electing a noise out of them.

I turn towards Amar, as he hands me...wrap?

I furrow my brows and raise a brow. Amar chuckles, shaking his head.

"If you're going to be a boxing trainer, you'll need wrap. I think you'll be good for the position, but we'll talk about it tomorrow," and with that Amar walks off.

The corners of my lips twitch up as I let the events soak in. I begin walking towards the door, glancing at the clock above the door.

"Four?" A voice questions

I don't even need to turn around to know who that voice belongs to.

Zeke.

A/N I hope that was a good chapter, I'll upload a new one each week. Please review if you did like it, and thank you for reading.

-Divergent31