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Triggers warning: mental and physical abuse, violence, swearing

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It was 6 a.m when I walked out of the cafeteria and nearly choked on my saliva when I saw Eric and Brent. They were laughing at some joke. I couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge in my stomach. If only Eric knew what monster Brent was. Who was I kidding! Eric would not give a shit about this. They stopped in their tracks when they notice me. My face contorted with disgust at the sight of Brent’s horny eyes looking up and down my body. A cold shiver ran down my spine.

“Christine, long time no see.” Brent’s smirk was full of himself.

He had me cornered. Eric was staring at our exchange. It was really bad. If I backed away it would give too much information and the same if I retorted. Ugh, one week of more or less peace wasn’t enough. I became a real ninja since my encounter with Eric. I have succeeded to avoid both men, but my luck was wearing off today.

“My life was brighter without the sight of you. Such a shame you just ruined it.” My sarcastic tone enraged him, his ears turned red and his eyes shot fire. Good. Then he smirked. Oh, crap.

“You know you miss me, Chrissy.” His voice was hushed and seductive.

All color was drained from my face. My nails were digging in my palms, blood slowly spilling from the crescent wounds. This nickname rang a bell. He had called me that when he was all over me. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood in my mouth. Motherfucker!

“I have something better to do than talking to a prick like you.” I hissed back, turning on my heels.

“You’re so hot when you’re angry Chrissy.” He called after me.

A wave of entangled emotions was bubbling inside of me. It won’t be long before I break down. I began to run when I turn the corner. I went straight to the roof. The rain was pouring hard. Thick drops fell on my face and soaked my clothes. I screamed at the top of my lungs to the raging sky. I couldn’t take his attitude, his face nor his fucking nickname. I took out all my pent up anger and desperation onto the wall beside me. My knuckles hit the wall harder and harder until my knees gave out.  I imagined his face, as bloody as my hands, as shattered as my soul. I wish I could just disappear or forget what happened. Hot tears were streaming down my cheeks. Okay, maybe I was not drained yet.

“Why did you do this to me?” I asked to the raging sky, defeated.

“Why who did what to you?”

Eric’s deep voice startled me. He was standing right at the door, the only escape from the roof. Wonderful. I sighed deeply. I am so fucked, I thought. I felt like I was ready to jump from a cliff without a safety net awaiting me at the bottom. Everything was crashing down around me. I had nothing to lose now. Still, a part of me refused to admit what happened. My bruised ego wasn’t willing to let go. I closed my eyes a second before answering, my back still facing him.

“It’s none of your concern Eric,” I replied dryly.

The tears had stopped as soon as I heard his voice. I appeared weak enough right now to not turn around crying my eyes off. Eric came in front of me, crouching down to be near my level. His eyes more intense than usual as if he was trying to read my thoughts. I wished I wasn’t in the cafeteria earlier. I wished Eric would just ignore me.

“I know this is related to Brent.” I hold my breath at the name. “Tell me, Christine, what did he do to you?” His cold voice chilled me to the bone.

I shivered but held his gaze nonetheless. I shook my head in complete denial. Eric was the last person I wanted to confess to. Eyebrows furrowed and teeth clenched, I held my ground.

“Nothing.” My voice was surprisingly strong.

Eric huffed then closed the gap between us. His breath fanned my face, our noses nearly touching. My breath quickened at the sudden intrusion into my personal space. Tears brimmed in my eyes and I cursed my body for trembling like a leaf. Eric’s eyebrow quirked up, his piercings glistening at the movement. His icy blue eyes tore into my soul, curiosity burning inside them. However, his face was void of any emotion.

“Now, tell me why are you in such a state? You can’t fool me, Christine.” His low voice reached a deeper octave.

Seconds passed, I couldn’t bring myself to tare my eyes away from him. Even though I hated him to follow me up here. Didn’t he have better things to do? I closed my eyes and whispered finally.

“Brent raped me.”

My surrender cost me a lot. It was the final straw, the confirmation that my life became a living hell. Silence followed my confession. I found the courage to open my eyes. Eric was fuming, his gaze fixated on the ground. A hole would appear any second in the concrete at this point. His clenched jaw and fists told me that he was on the verge of losing his self-control. I didn’t know if it was a good or a bad thing. Was he angry at Brent for doing this? Or was he angry because Brent might lose his job as his consultant? So many questions swirled in my mind when his sharp voice cut the dreadful silence.

“When?”

“Monday night,” I replied curtly, not trusting my voice further.

“Son of a bitch.” He muttered under his breath. “We have to report to Max. Brent has to respond to his crime.”

His words held a finality that scared me. Will he report with or without my consent? His entire demeanor screamed that he was ready to bolt for Max’s office any second. I shot him a wary look and shook my head. It can’t be happening so fast. I hadn’t processed the whole thing yet.

I needed some time to prepare myself for the incoming battle. Should I say the truth or should I lie? An investigation won’t do anything without my word. Brent set up the whole thing, there was no proof. Unless… I went to the infirmary to be examined. No way, no one would ever touch me again or see my lady parts.

“Max won’t know anything. Brent can’t be judged for his crime because of the circumstances.” I retorted with annoyance.

“What circumstances? Rape is rape for fuck’s sake.” Growled Eric.

“You wouldn’t understand because I can’t even figure it out myself,” I admitted bitterly. “Cowardice is my crime.”

“What do you mean?” Something flickered in his eyes.

“While he was…” I trailed off. “I couldn’t move a muscle, my body won’t cooperate. I was helpless, an empty shell. I could just watch and... feel.”

The words ran out of my mouth before my brain could register. I wished I could disappear or that Eric would magically teleport somewhere else. I felt my cheeks burn from embarrassment and shame. I lowered my gaze onto the floor, I couldn’t look at him after saying this.

“It is pretty common during a traumatic experience. Your brain shuts down to protect you, it’s a defensive response.” He explained with a rather know-it-all voice.

A surge of unknown anger bubbled inside of me. His nose side triggered something deep. I huffed and threw my arms around to avoid punching him. His psychological bullshit wouldn’t help me to get rid of my guilt.

“I was a coward nonetheless and I’ll remain as long as I can’t forgive myself. Where’s the Eric I know, the ruthless leader? He would just say to suck it up and get on with my life or I would end up Factionless. Why do you care anyway? Just throw me over the roof already to end my misery!” I yelled.

Eric stood still, unfazed by my sudden outburst. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and waited until I calmed a little bit. His eyes boring holes into my skull.

“Enjoy, this is the only chance you’ve got to shout at me.” He smirked briefly. “No matter what you think of me Chris, this is part of my job to ensure the security of all Dauntless members. The only way to protect you and other women is to send him to justice.”

I growled inwardly. He was right. Brent should be stopped as soon as possible. He could do worse in the meantime. I sighed deeply and bowed my head. I was conflicted. Part of me wasn’t willing to give in. My intimacy had already been violated. I didn’t need a nurse looking down there now. I was selfish, I knew, but it was easier to ignore it than to face it. Tell me about being Dauntless, huh.

“I’ll tell you when I’m ready to report this,” I muttered.

Eric’s lips twitched up at the corners in an almost genuine smile. My heart skipped a beat at the sight, his face always tight and closed was a bit relaxed. Bewitched Eric returned. His changing demeanor was unnerving, I didn’t know what to expect next.

“We should go back inside to take care of your knuckles. Unless you want to catch the flu.”

He turned on his heels and stalked away. He didn’t seem bothered by the rain drenching his clothes and hair. I followed him down in the compound. The cold hallways made me shiver. My soaked clothes clang awkwardly to my body. I certainly looked like a penguin with a stick shoved up his ass or a pathetic excuse of a cowboy, walking after hours of riding a horse. We didn’t say a word until he took a turn I hadn’t expected. He was leading me down the leaders’ quarter. I stopped dead in my tracks.

“Why do you bring me here?” I questioned warily.

“You prefer Marlene’s questioning?” He retorted coolly.

I began to walk again. Marlene was the head of the infirmary, a curious young woman who couldn’t hold her tongue. Eric’s smirk returned to his lips. He was himself again. Good. We entered his apartment. It was huge, tidy, and neat as if no one lived here. There was classical furniture, a black leather couch, a table, a full bookshelf. Three closed doors faced us, which lead to the kitchen, the washroom, and the bedroom, I presumed. Eric went into one of the rooms to get me spare clothes.

“You can use the bathroom to take a shower and change. We’ll take care of your knuckles after.” He pointed to the door closest to me.

I nodded and took the clothes from his hands. He disappeared quickly through the same door. I guessed he had a bathroom connected to his bedroom. Perks of being a leader. The hot water hit me and washed my emotions. Reality dawned on me. Eric knew. He was the only one other than Brent. How will it go between both men? They were working together, how was this supposed to go well?

I hoped that Eric would not do anything impulsive. It would only worsen the situation I was in. I didn’t even know what was the law regarding rape. Did it even exist? I wasn’t sure. Rape was a rare occurrence in Dauntless, exceptional trials that I’ve never seen in my twenty-five years here.

I tried to escape from my thoughts while drying myself. I get changed. Eric gave me one of his shirts, a large hoodie, and jogging. It smelt like him, his scent surrounded me. A mix of mint and leather. A strange sense of security settled in me. A knock on the door resonated.

“Are you finished?” Eric asked through the door.

“Yes, you can come in,” I responded, slightly surprised by his thoughtfulness. He could have barged into the room with no care in the world. We were in his apartment after all.

The door opened and Eric walked in. He changed into a similar outfit to mine. I couldn’t recall the last time I’ve seen him in anything other than his leaders’ attire. His tight shirt outlined his toned chest and his jogging hang low on his hips, I could catch a glimpse of his smooth skin. I adverted my eyes elsewhere, disturbed by my wandering mind. I was raped a week ago and I drooled over him. Something was definitely wrong with me. Did Brent hit me too hard?

I’d lie if I said that he wasn’t handsome, but Eric was Eric. He was untouchable, a leader, and most importantly the bearer of my secret. I needed to suppress the reminiscence of my crush on him. It wasn’t the time nor the best circumstances and, let’s be real, Eric could have any other Dauntless girl. So why bother with me?

Eric opened a drawer and took a first-aid kit without glancing at me. I had washed all the dry blood from my hands. The cuts were visible now. I let him take care of them. His rough hands were gentle and he kept space between us. I appreciated the gesture even though his changing behavior unsettled me. He bandaged my hands then cleaned all the supplies.

“If you want to fight find a real opponent. Next time the wall will win. Your bones are not that tough.” He remarked, his eyes resting on me.

“I wish I could kill him with my bare hands but it would do me no good.” I huffed while rolling my eyes.

“You could call me next time.” His voice light as a feather.

“What? You’ll do worse than the wall, Eric.” I responded, crossing my arms over my chest.

His laugh filled the bathroom. I’ve never heard it before. I was stunned for a second, processing what I was witnessing. I must’ve looked at him like he had grown two heads because he composed himself and raised an eyebrow.

“What?” The ghost of a smile lingering on his lips.

“I’ve never heard you laugh before,” I said without thinking.

His serious expression returned as well as his cold blue eyes. The Eric I knew was finally back.

“Now get out of here. I have work to do.” He dismissed.

I was about to leave when I look at him with worried eyes. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Come on, I won’t do anything about your secret without your consent.” He practically growled.

“Thanks, Eric.” I nodded slightly then walked out of the apartment.

Once alone dread fell onto me. I went to the tattoo parlor, my safe haven. Tori was cleaning her stuff when I walked in. She smiled at me and beckoned me to come with her to one of the tattoo stalls. I joined her and sit on the tattoo chair as if I belonged in here.

“Hey, Chris you want something today?” She asked, taking a sit by the chair I sat on.

“Yop Tori. I think I’ve got an idea.”

I explained to her what I wanted. She drew the design, it was better than what I have expected. The buzzing of the machine soothed me. It was a tough pleasure to get tattooed. The needles were in and out of my skin, the dull ache growing in my back. Tori hadn’t talked since the beginning.

“Now, would you tell me why you’re wearing man’s clothes and have your knuckles bandaged?” She asked out of nowhere.

I tensed slightly then relaxed not to mess up the tattoo.

“I ended up getting caught in the storm outside. Someone get me spare clothes. ” I answered carefully.

Tori hummed in response. Silence fell upon us once again. I must have fallen asleep because Tori woke me up by shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see a large smile on her face.

“Good nap, sleeping beauty?” She mocked.

“Sorry, I won’t do it again,” I replied, stretching my sore muscles.

“Don’t do promises you can’t keep, Chris.” She laughed.

Every time Tori tattooed me I fell asleep in no time. I smiled and get up to see my back in the mirror. The beautiful Phoenix, wings spread, was looking back at me. It was stunning, the fine details made it seem real. A masterpiece that took my entire back. Satisfied and happy, I turned to Tori.

“This is wonderful. Thanks, Tori.”

She nodded and was called by another customer. I waved goodbye and took my leave. I didn’t know what to do on my days off. Even more so now that I didn’t have any friends to spend time with. I missed hanging around with Jenna and Kate. I have encounter neither of them since their visit in my apartment. A dull ache crushed my ribcage, I was alone. Brent took everything from me. He took more than my innocence, he destroyed my life. I couldn’t trust anyone, not fully at least. There will still be a doubt, a “what if” that will ruin my relationships. I wandered in the Pit like a lost soul. It was becoming full. I sat on a rock and watched Dauntless members passing by.

A hand fell on my shoulder. I jerked away and turned around to face Four. My eyebrows furrowed as my heart calmed his frantic beats. He looked tired, working in the control room took its toll on him. He seemed more dynamic when he was training the initiates. He arbored a somber expression, his eyes boring into mine.

“Chris we have to talk about something. In private.” He muttered.

I gulped, it wasn’t something good. Four had to know something to appear out of nowhere to talk. He had seen something. Cameras were all over the compound. Brent couldn’t avoid all of them. I didn’t want anyone to see what happened. If they were a trial, it would be watched by so many people. My body shivered and I get up to follow Four in an empty hallway. We stood a few feet apart, staring at each other, choosing our words carefully.

“Chris, I saw what happened Monday night. Eric and I were talking about the next initiation when the screens showed you and Brent.”

Eric knew before I confessed. I felt betrayed that he didn’t tell me. I swallowed thickly and shook my head. The situation was getting out of my hands. I needed to get out of here. The pitiful gaze Four cast on me made me sick. I couldn’t take his soft eyes. I turned around and ran as if I was chased by a werewolf.

I turned the corner and crashed into a strong body. My eyes settled on Brent. He had his arms wrapped around my waist to keep me from falling. His intense brown orbs plunged into my emerald irises. My body stiffened and I wriggled in his grasp to get free. It only made him tighten his grip.

“Oh Chrissy, I knew you would run after me.” His low voice rang in my ears.

I tried to pry him away from me to no use, he was way too strong. His lips graced my neck, a cold shiver ran down my spine.

“Brent get off me. I don’t want you.” I growled.

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I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Walking out to my kitchen pulling my oversized sweater over my head as I walked. I saw Tobias in there as he flipped over a pancake. My mouth started to water as he placed a mug on the island bench for me. I scowled at him regretting ever giving him a key to my apartment and plopped down on one of the bar stools before cupping my hands around the mug and bringing it up to my lips.

“Good morning to you too sunshine, you know, you remind me of Eric when you do that.” Tobias said sarcastically, which caused my scowl to deepen on my face. I grunted my thanks to him when he put a plate down in front of me. We ate in peaceful silence, I picked up both of our plates and placed them in the dishwasher and turned my attention back to Tobias.

“I’m going to have a shower and make myself presentable, clean up your mess.” I had a quick shower and made my way back into my bedroom to get dressed. I pulled on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans with a black tank top, I pulled my oversized sweater on just to keep me warm until the fun actually starts. Tobias was watching the TV when I came out. His feet were on my coffee table once again. I cleared my throat and shot him a glare.

“Did you clean up?” I asked him as I kicked his feet and sat down beside him. He nodded at me eyes fixed on the TV. “What time do the initiates come?” he checked his watch.

“About 15 minutes. They should be just passing the pit on the train. How many do you think will shit themselves when Eric tells them they’re going to have to jump?” I laugh at him and switch off the TV.

“We should head off then.” He pushed me in the back as we walked out of my apartment. I looked to my right and saw Eric walking out of his own apartment.

“Eaton!” Four and I turn around to face him. He sighs before talking again. “Amaya,” Four turns away and I push him towards the pit silently telling him that I would meet him there before the first jumper. “Is that my sweater I lent to you last year?” He asked me as we both walked down towards the pit where the initiates will be jumping. I look down at the sweater covering my torso and almost down to my knees. I could smell the alcohol radiating off him. Must have had a big night. He rubbed his face and tried to focus his blue grey eyes.

“Uh, I think so, I’m not sure, probably.” I hide my hands within the sleeves, something I’ve always done and I’ve noticed Tobias does it too. Must be an abnegation thing that we can’t shake. He shrugs and we continue to make our way to the pit. He gives my shoulder a slight squeeze.

“I’ll see you once everyone has jumped.” He winks at me and heads off to meet Max on the rooftop. I suddenly felt very self-conscious. I pushed my little 'crush' on Eric to the back of my mind and continued on to meet my brother at the net.

Once all of the initiates had jumped I followed Tobias as he gave them all a tour. Eric was going to meet us in the pit to watch us explain everything. The first jumper had been an abnegation, I remember seeing her a few times with Andrew Prior, so I’m assuming she is his daughter; Beatrice. I found myself thinking about her brother Caleb and what he might have been doing. I didn’t see him here so I just shrugged it off and continued to stare forwards. I stand off to the side next to Eric as Four explains the ranking system.

“The rankings will also determine who gets cut!” I hear Eric as he moves away from my side to stand over Four. I roll my eyes as my brothers fists clench and unclench. All of the new initiates seem to be terrified of the idea of being factionless.

A dark skinned Candor speaks up not realising who exactly she is speaking to. “Cut?”

“At the end of each stage of training the lowest ranking initiates will be leaving us.”

“What do we do if we get cut?” a Candor transfer from the back of the group asks. I step forward before I start to speak.

“There no going back to your families, so you live factionless.” I tell the group as my hands fold in front of my body. Eric stands beside me with his hands behind his back and his bicep touching my shoulder slightly.

“But that’s not fair,” a tall muscular Candor girl exclaimed. She seems to be terrified of this thought though. “If we had have known…” I watch as something snaps inside Eric snaps and he takes a threatening step closer to the new initiates.

“What? Are you saying that if you had have known this before the choosing ceremony, you wouldn’t have chosen Dauntless?” I can see his jaw tense as he says this. “Because if that’s the case might as well get out now, if you’re really one of us it won’t matter that you might fail. You chose us, now we get to choose you.” He stated and walked off leaving myself and Four to deal with the inner turmoil the initiates would be feeling right now. I placed a hand on my brother’s shoulder before he nodded and I raced off to find Eric.

“Eric!” I caught up to him and placed a hand on his forearm as he ignored me shouting out his name.

“What do you want?!” he spun around to me angrily his permanent scowl on his face.

“I could tell that the Candor initiates were getting on your nerves before. I just wanted to know if you wanted to grab a drink after dinner tonight to destress.” I asked him as I played with my fingers and looked down not meeting his eyes. I wasn’t sure if I had just asked him on a date or not. “Purely as friends and colleagues.” I told him finally looking at his eyes. I was unable to read his face as he stared down at me. Suddenly I wasn’t so sure this was a good idea or not.

“Sure why not?” he shrugged and walked away from me. I rolled my eyes at him and went back to helping Four with training.

Later that night after dinner I paced my bedroom as I looked at the outfits I had laid out on my bed. I ended up deciding on a pair of ripped black skinny jeans with a two tone grey sweater and a pair of combat boots with a hidden wedge. I pulled my auburn hair up in a high ponytail and slipped on my glasses. He’s seen me plenty of times with glasses on. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered how I had ever gone without one of these for 16 years of my life.

A knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts and I walked over to open it, Eric stood on the other side of my door with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a tight fitting long sleeve V-neck with three buttons at the top. Very different from what I’m used to Eric looking like but I couldn’t hold back the smile on my face. He looked good. I felt myself blush as I pushed my glasses back up my nose and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Ready to go?” he asked taking his hands out of his pockets and holding one out to me. I nodded and grabbed his much larger hand. I walked with him to one of the many bars that dauntless was famous for.

Eric was greeted instantly when we walked in and made our way to the bar. I don’t know why this was making me as nervous as it was, I was a fearless dauntless leader, and this was just two friends hanging out to relieve stress. I took a deep breath and took hold of the beer that Eric held out to me.

“So what do you think of the new crop?” I asked taking a swig out of the bottle and relaxing back on the bar. He shrugged before he answered.

“I want to knock out the Candor’s, and I don’t think that stiff will get far.” He took a long swig of his drink his eyes ghosting over to me after he said stiff.

“Don’t forget Four and I were ‘stiff’s’ and we both ranked first in our classes, so don’t knock her just yet, I see a bit of potential and maybe even a yearning to prove to herself and everyone that she isn’t just a weak abnegation. I know that’s what I was doing during stage one.” I finished the last of my beer and set it on the bar asking the bartender for another.

“Yes but also don’t forget what the two of you had gone through in abnegation, by the looks of her she never went through that. Dauntless was a way out for you and your brother. A way to get away from that monster for good. And now look at you, leader of dauntless-” I held my finger up to him.

“-In training.” I added

“Yes in leader in training, and don’t I know it every damn day. I don’t know why Max can’t just make you a full-fledged leader yet. I mean you’re basically just as good as me with all of the paperwork and diffusing tension and fights, I don’t know why he still wants me to train you. I’ve taught you everything that you’d need to know to take over the whole faction, if the worst was to ever occur.” He took a deep breath before starting his next bottle of beer. I listened intently to him. He made it seem like he didn’t want to be around me but at the same time almost like he was proud of what I have achieved being a dauntless leader. “I can see your still not over what happened with Marcus which I can totally understand, so if you ever need someone to talk to I will be there for you.” He placed his hand on my shoulder, this was much different to the Eric that everyone knew and loved to hate. Someone slapped Eric on the back and he straightened up and took his hand off my shoulder.

“Hey Eric, who’s this little cute you’ve got here. Not really your type is she? Normally you don’t go for the modest ones.” Eric shrugged the guy off and turned back to me.

“Fuck off Mark” Eric made to stand up but the guy Mark had other ideas and placed his hand forcefully down on Eric’s shoulder once again.

“Don’t be like that Eric I was just joking with you, although anyone with eyes can see she isn’t one of the usuals. But I will admit that she is cute.” He licked his lips as he glanced at me. I gently and innocently placed my beer on the bar. Apparently this guy had no idea who he was dealing with and needed to be taught a valuable lesson. I could see Eric gulp from beside me. He had been at he other end of my wrath before.

I grabbed the guys hand off Eric’s shoulder and before he could even register what had happened I had my arm around his neck and he was on his knees.

“Now I’m sure you’re not as stupid as you look and that by now you have figured out who the fuck I am if I’m with Eric, so I would suggest you and your lackeys get going or leave us alone for the rest of the night.” I felt him nod in my arms and I released him.

“I’m sorry Ms. Eaton, it won’t happen again.” He and his followers scurried off and I turned back to Eric picking up my beer again. Eric looked slightly lost for a split second as I brought the beer up to my lips once again.

“That was eventful.” I said scrunching up my eyes. Eric nodded along with me.

“Sure was, didn’t remember you had that in you, for someone so small it’s a bit intense when you get mad.” He said as he down the rest of his beer.

“I don’t get mad often, and also that wasn’t mad, that was reminding him where he stood in the hierarchy of Dauntless.” I shrugged.

Finally destressed but also very much intoxicated, Eric helped me towards our apartments.

“Actually can you take me to Four? I don’t want to go home alone.” I gave Eric my best drunk puppy dog eyes as he stepped onto the third floor where Tobias’ apartment was. I knew he would be in there quite possibly asleep but I really didn’t care. I didn’t want to know if Eric ended up with someone else that would be escaping his place early tomorrow morning. That and I also didn’t want to end up being said girl. Eric knocked loudly on Tobias’ door and readjusted the way he was holding me upright. My brother swung open his door while he wiped the sleep from his eyes before Eric gently passed me along into Tobias’ arms and promptly turned around and all but ran away. Tobias shook his head as he handed me a glass of water while I made myself comfortable on his sofa. His apartment wasn’t as grand or as big as mine, but whatever he wants I guess. He’s the one who turned down leadership.

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Unexpected Chapter Index

"What do you want to snack today Aleks?" Morgan said opening the fridge, she took two containers and turned around to Aleks, kneeling next to him. "Fruits or cereals?" She motioned at both the containers.

She saw Aleks' big blue eyes move between them, his little backpack hanging by his shoulders.

"Fruit" he said pointing at the right. Morgan smiled and put the cereals away.

"This one's got banana, apple and strawberries, do you like those?"

"Yes Mommy" he replied while Morgan opened up his backpack and stored the fruits inside them.

Morgan checked that he was well dressed, that his shoes were tied and his backpack closed.

"Looks like we're good to go buddy" she placed a little kiss on his forehead and stood up, taking Aleks by the hand and walking out of the house.

Aleks had grown so fast in Morgan's eyes, she couldn't believe he was already in day care. They took him off to the city to attend some activities with the other kids of the other factions, and knowing that Aleks was getting bigger and bigger he was developing his sense of community and his social skills fast. But the adults in dauntless weren't a good example of socialization. Specially with Aleks being a little boy.

Morgan walked with him towards the bus where they usually  picked up the kids in dauntless.

Morgan held Aleks by the hand while they waited, but soon enough she felt Aleks tug her down. She kneeled next to him and held him by the waist to her chest.

"What's wrong baby?" She asked, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

"What happened to that girl?" He said, looking straight ahead, Morgan moved her eye to where he was looking, and recognized the question.

"That's what happens to mommys when they have a baby in their belly" she looked at Aleks, who was silently staring down at the woman. Then he turned to her.

"Like you?"

Morgan's mouth slowly opened, but the screeching of the bus made her stand up without saying a word. She bent over again to kiss Aleks on the crown of his head, then watched him run towards the bus as the other kids hurried to get in.

As soon as Morgan saw the dauntless guards get in the bus and made sure everyone was seated and ready to go, she walked back to her place.

She searched around Eric's office for a calendar, and when she had it she counted.

The last 10 months hadn't been nice to her at all. After she confronted Eric about needing time to have another baby, he didn't mentioned the subject again, and didn't push for Morgan to stop taking the shots.

The first 6 months had passed, and after Aleks' 3rd birthday she quit the shots, bit didn't tell Eric about it, hoping she could make the announcement be a surprise.

What happened was that the first month she tried, her period came, then the second month was delayed only two days, making her eager to take a pregnancy test. She took it at home when she was alone, finding the single red line too disturbing. By the third month, when she took the test again, she could help but to crumble down on the bathroom floor after throwing the negative result across the room.

She was in the bathroom for an hour trying to compose herself, and by the time she came out it didn't pass Eric's inspection the fact that she had been crying.

Those months she had accounted for, the next one was the one she wasn't aware of.

After Aleks became too big and too slippery for the crib, Morgan and Eric set up a little bed in his room, and it wasn't longer before Aleks began jumping on the bed, despite Morgan's and Eric's constant scoldings about not jumping on the goddamned bed.

One particular night, Morgan and Eric were sitting in the couch, mindlessly talking about nothing before she had to get up and cook something, then they heard the sickening thump on the floor, then Aleks' pained shriek across the house. They jumped on their feet and ran to the bedroom, finding Aleks holding his head where he had hit himself. What they didn't expect to find was blood on his hand when he pulled back.

He caught the side of the nightstand with his head, barely missing the corner. That earned him 5 stitches and a still to this day reprimend from Eric.

Thay whole month between checks to Erudite's doctors and such was the month Morgan hadn't accounted for, and now she was staring at a month gap between her last period and the next one ready to happen.

She tried to make memory on what day she could've had sex with Eric that could count for her to get pregnant while she walked down the infirmary.

She had her arms crossed at her chest, and as soon as she was tended by the dauntless nurse, she just requested a routine check out, not wanting to ask for a pregnancy test right out of the bat, knowing that if she did the news were going to spread even faster than she could tell Eric about the result.

She waited that full day in the infirmary, sitting in the waiting room, then she was handed a thick envelope. She took it back to her place and took a deep breath while closing the door behind her, what she didn't expect was for Eric to be at the house.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, trying to not make him pay attention at the too obvious envelope.

"Came looking for you" he said walking to her, looking at the envelope on her hand "haven't seen you all day, where were you?" He held her by the waist and pulled her in. Morgan threw the envelope on the couch and held Eric by the shoulders.

"Went to drop off Aleks at the bus stop, then I was called by Stella, she had the result of Aleks' last check up and I went to pick it up" she said hoping Eric would buy what was in that envelope

"Mm" he hummed and leaned in to kiss her shortly. Then began walking with her towards the front door. "Elise came to see me at the office. She asked if we could take care of Leah tonight"

Well, that wasn't good. If the results was negative it would mean that she would more than likely spend another hour in the bathroom crying, that was something she couldn't handle. The fact that when she had Aleks she wasn't looking for him and now that she was actively searching to get pregnant but nothing happened, that killed her.

Still, she was thankful she'd made the decision of not letting Eric know she was off the shots, having Eric's constant expectations pressuring her and having to look at the disappointment and hurt in his face was something she wanted to spare herself from.

"Morgan" he said, looking down at her, stopping in the middle of the hallway nearing his office. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah" she dismissed "I'm fine"

"You're distraught" he cupped her cheek and brought her closer "you sure? Let me know if i can do anything to help"

"I will Eric" she assured, then tiptoed to meet his lips. "I'll make sure to pick up Leah from the bus with Aleks, and more then likely will end up back at the house to take care of them after that"

"I'll have everything wrapped up early and come meet you guys" he kissed her again and turned around, walking back into his office.

Morgan took care of her rounds, the results of the test still swirling in her head.

In the meantime she was looking for that baby, Eric had taken Leah under his wing. He took care of her as if she was his own, he played with her and Aleks if she was ever at the house, and made sure to keep in touch with Elise to be informed if Leah ever needed a check up or anything he could help with.

Morgan not only knew Eric was trying to fill the other baby space, but the other baby girl space. Leah was a sweet little baby and Eric had heart eyes everytime he saw her, knowing that a girl was all Eric wanted next.

When she finally had to pick up Aleks, she quickly ushered him into the house and had him settled with Leah to do a jigsaw puzzle, they loved to do those.

Morgan took the results back to her room and sighed. It was now or never, she couldn't afford another interrogatory if Eric saw her eyes red again.

She didn't close the door of her bedroom all the way down, making sure she could still hear the kids on the other room.

She sat on the bed and opened the envelope, scanning fast the results of the different test, the blood work was the one she was interested.

She scanned with her eyes the different medical terms until she found the one hCG, positive.

Positive.

She let out a shaky breath as she passed the pages to the urine test. hCG, positive.

Another shaky breath as she let the papers fall on the bed and stood up.

She chuckled and placed both hands on her head, she couldn't believe it. She was pregnant.

Morgan heard the front door smash closed and Aleks' happy shriek as he ran to his dad, hugging him by the legs. Eric ruffled his hair and gave Leah a quick look, who just gave him a little wave and turned back to the puzzle.

"Where's mommy?" Eric asked, Aleks double back to the table while he said

"In her bedroom"

Eric walked towards the bedroom, finding Morgan with tears in her eyes. He walked quickly to her with a worried frown.

"Morgan what's wrong?" He said holding her by the shoulders. Morgan couldn't help but let out a happy laugh and picked up the papers, handing them to Eric.

Eric scanned them fast, trying to find the answer.

"What's all this?" He threw the papers on the bed again and held her by the shoulders "Morgan talk to me, what's-"

"I'm pregnant" she said happy, jumping on Eric's arms and placing her hands on his neck "Eric I'm pregnant" she downed her lips to his once.

When she pulled back, she saw Eric's starstruck face, looking up at her.

"What?" He whispered, pulling her down and holding her by the waist.

"I got tested today and everything is positive, you're going to be a dad again baby" Morgan rounded his shoulders with her arms, Eric moved his eyes over hers, and Morgan saw his gaze move down to her stomach.

She took Eric's hands from her waist and placed it on top of her stomach.

Eric looked at her again, tears starting to form on his eyes.

"Really?" He whispered, Morgan chuckled and kissed him one more time while nodding.

"Yes baby, yes, yes, you're going to be a dad again" she whispered against his lips.

Eric hadn't closed his eyes when Morgan kissed him, instead he looked at her own, still having a little frown on his face.

"Eric" she said looking longingly at him "Eric everything came out positive, we can go to the doctor if you don't-"

Morgan was interrupted when Eric dropped to her knees and moved her shirt up to kiss her stomach.

Morgan was pushed down on the bed and she laughed holding Eric's head close to her stomach as he left little kisses on her. He stopped to look up at her again and Morgan could see tears streak down her eyes, and she assumed she had as many as his. She slowly cleaned his cheek and smiled at him, moving forward to kiss his forehead.

Eric sighed and leaned back on her stomach, hugging her and knealing in front of her in between her legs. Morgan ran her hands on his neck and his back while Eric continued hugging her by the waist.

"Are you happy baby?" She asked, Eric instantly nodded, hugging her tight. "I'm sorry I made you wait for so long. I promise I dropped the shots when I said I would"

"That time" he said leaning back and clearing his throat "that time I found you in the bathroom, you were crying because of this?"

"Yeah" she admitted "I made a test and it came out negative, and it wasn't the first"

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, his hand moved to her still flat stomach and slowly caressed it.

"I wanted to surprise you"

"And you did" he said, giving her a chuckle.

"We can set up an appointment tomorrow to have all the checks needed, I don't know how far along I am but I'm guessing 6 weeks so.... I know it's too soon-"

Eric interrupted her when he leaned in to kiss her lips quickly, making her wipe away any doubt in her mind.

He looked down at her stomach again and smiled, leaning over to it and kissing it.

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11

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Warning: just a couple of frisky makout scenes, it’s setting up for next chapter with will be very fun to write

Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy

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i wake alone in a woman's room i hardly know i wake alone and pretend that i am finally home

"Really?" Mae asked eyeing the two relatively small boxes that sat on the bare mattress, "That's all?"

"Yeah I guess, it's mostly clothes and gear," I replied as I slung the black duffel bag over my shoulders then grabbing one case.

"You don't even have a TV?" she questioned, lifting the last box and heading out the door.

"I never really wanted one," I shrugged as I took one final look back at the small room I had resided in for the past few years since I'd left Amity for good. I didn't feel much of anything as I let the door shut behind me. Most of the time I spent there was sleeping or getting dressed, my strongest memory was when I first saw it.

Once I passed initiation and was an official member of Dauntless, I was assigned to this space. We had to spend at least a year here before applying for an apartment, but I never bothered to move out. Until now, that is. Passively accepting what is given to you is very much an Amity trait. It's more Dauntless to demand better, to take what you deserve.

Triggers warning: mental and physical abuse, violence, swearing

Click here to listen to the song used in this chapter, it’s Antidote by Faith Marie. (I love this song so much!)

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At 5 a.m I get up and leave my apartment. My feet drove me to the leaders' quarter. I felt out of place in this dark hallway. I walked up to door 655. I stood there, looking at the door as if it would come to life and eat me alive. It opened itself and I almost thought I did it by using telekinesis. I was almost disappointed to find Eric on the other side.

"What're you doing here so early?" His rasped voice indicated that he just woke up.

All I could see was his head and a glimpse of his naked torso. I could have waited a few minutes before coming up here. I chastised myself to keep my eyes from wandering along with his defined muscles. I cleared my throat and scratched my neck, my eyes fixated on the door handle.

"I came here because I want to report to Max. Brent ran into me yesterday and... and he'll do it again I'm sure of it."

Eric didn't say anything, he made a sign for me to wait. He let the door slightly open and I heard shuffle around the apartment. He came back fully dressed then he let me in. I stepped inside the large apartment. As usual, all doors were closed. I stood still in the middle of the main room. Eric turned to me.

"Coffee?" He asked.

"Sure." I accepted.

I sat on the couch, twirling my fingers in an attempt to calm my nerves. Eric came back with two cups, he gave me one which I took thankfully. I took a sip of the dark liquid, it burnt my throat in a comforting way.

"What did Brent say to you?" The question made me grimace although I knew it was coming.

"Four found me to tell me that he and you saw what happened from the control room."

Eric's body tensed up at the mention, he opened his mouth but I beat him to it.

"I ran off and bumped into Brent. The bastard wouldn't let go of me, he thought I'd ran into him on purpose to... fuck him." I spat the last part in disgust. "Now, tell me why you didn't inform me that two persons have seen  my rape?" I asked, my voice held all the betrayal I've felt since I'd known.

Eric sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes in a tired motion. I couldn't pinpoint why I was feeling so damn bad that Eric lied to me. Sure it was pretty big information that he kept from me but I knew it was deeper. He was the only one I confessed to. Hell, I didn't even understand why I told him but it implied that I trusted him enough. It felt like an eternity before I heard his deep voice again.

"I didn't want to let you know not to scare you away. It was easier if you'd confessed yourself." He explained plainly.

"I don't stand lies, Eric. Even minor ones can have disastrous consequences. The cold hard truth is better to know no matter what." I said more harshly than intended.

"I didn't lie to you when I said that I won't do anything about this without your consent. I had to play fool around Brent, it was hell not to punch him until he bled out." He admitted.

I was surprised that Eric would talk about how he felt with me. We had regular contacts, nothing out of work until last week. Something had changed between us, some sort of untold agreement that we could rely on each other more than professionally.

"One more lie and I won't trust you anymore." My voice was firm.

Eric nodded sharply, agreeing that no more lies would come out of his mouth. A casual silence settled in while we were sipping our black coffee. I needed to drink this or I'd faint in Max's office. I was content that we sold that trust issue before getting in the lion's den.

"What are you doing tonight?" He questioned out of nowhere.

I wasn't sure how to reply or how to take this. So far, I'd doubt that Eric would be one to take advantage of the situation. I raised a questioning eyebrow, my grip on the cup tightened ever so slightly. Eric's eyes flickered to my hands then plunged into my emerald orbs.

"A friend of mine has a band, they have rehearsal tonight. You should come." He elaborated.

I had a hard time imagining Eric's friends. He was mostly alone or with colleagues when I crossed paths with him. I nodded quietly. I was too awestruck to utter a word. A small smile crept upon his lips, enlightening his gaze. A knock at the door broke the peace in the apartment. The leader took a second before getting up. He knew what was going on apparently. Four came in view, a worried expression all over his tense face. His eyes found mine, a shadow crossed his dark eyes.

"Eric, we have to do something about this." Four's voice was nervous as he poked his head in my direction.

"I'm well aware Four. Chris just accepted to report this to Max."

Eric's demeanor had changed. His body was tensed, his jaw clenched and his eyes threw daggers. I was aware of their rivalry, the reason for this male show was beyond me though. They always were at each other's throats. The tension between these two was practically unbearable.

"No, Brent did it again." He said sternly.

Triggers warning: mental and physical abuse, violence, swearing

I hope you guys will like this story, I wanted to translate my main fanfiction “Broken Glass”, but this plot came out and I wanted to write it, so here it is!

Part 2

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It had been a week since his dirty hands had touched me. My soul seemed to have vanished since then. My smile was long gone same as the spark in my emerald eyes. My life took a tragic turn because of Brent. He was Eric's consultant and I was Harrison's. So I had to work with both of them from time to time; it was horrible to face the bastard.

He raped me, humiliated me, and dishonored me. And there was no way to brought justice upon him. If I spoke to anyone about this, everyone would turn their back on me. Dauntless was all about being strong to stand up for another and I failed to defend myself. Nobody would count on me, I'd be a loner or worse I could end up factionless for my cowardice.

Hopeless and lost, I wandered the hallways. Keeping my eyes glued to the ground, I avoided everyone. My emotions were upside down. It was unnerving to feel that weak. Brent broke me deeper than I thought. The memories swirled around my mind day and night. The feel of his body on mine, his hands all over my skin, his lips on mine, his low grunts, the excruciating pain; all of this haunted me.

I couldn't forget myself. I should've done something, anything to get rid of him. I'm glad to be off duty for a few days. Harrison knew me too well to not notice that something was wrong with me. I've spent a lot of time with all leaders during my training. I pretty much get along with everyone, even Eric, sort of.

I annoyed him less than most of Dauntless. We could have decent conversations and we even had joked around one another at some point. That's what turned Brent against me. He couldn't stand how Eric would listen to my observations and opinions more than his. Jealousy was dangerous in a crazy man's head.

My footsteps carried me to the empty training room. This was huge, full of various pieces of equipment to train and get stronger. The punching bags were in the farthest corner. I went to one of them and began to punch over and over again. My forceful punches echoed on the rough fabric of the bag which scraped my knuckles every time. Brent's head replaced the bag in my mind; it made me feel so good to imagine blood all over his face.

As my knuckles opened to let blood flow, the door opened and closed itself with a loud creaking noise. I let out an annoyed sigh while my fist crashed more harshly on the orange bag which swung back and forth under the impact. I was proud that my technique had improved since my initiation here. I was strong and proud or so I thought. I felt agonizingly weak since last week. Heavy footsteps resonated through the room and stopped near me. I didn't steal a glance at whoever it was; I couldn't care less right now.

"If you want to lecture me, I suggest that you do it later" I warned, punching the bag again, splitting my knuckles further.

"You're going to break one of your knuckles if you carry on like this."

The cold voice couldn't be mistaken it was Eric in flesh and bones.

"Never mind it will heal as every wound. Why do you care Eric, don't you love when blood drips? My knuckles are fine, I am fine. Everything is fine!" The last part was practically shouted.

"Excuse me it's so obvious. You radiate of joy it is overwhelming even for me." Sarcasm was dripping down his low voice. "Seriously Chris what is it this time?"

"I don't need a babysitter, so would you please leave me alone." I countered back, plunging my eyes into his steely irises.

"No." His voice boomed across the room. "I'm done with you and your petty tantrums. Can't you just spit it out? Something's bothering you lately, and it's different from your daily annoying self." He sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose.

I noted he did it a lot when he was around me. It was clear that it was to avoid jabbing me in the face. Nonetheless, his words bothered me. Did he also notice something wrong with Brent? I hoped not. Eric was too smart and I feared that he already had put some pieces together.

"I'm sorry Eric but I didn't sign up in Dauntless to become a tree hugger by spitting my feelings to you," I said rolling my eyes in annoyance.

"Do I look like some peacemaker to you? I'm here to warn you. The leaders are talking a lot about you lately. Your odd behavior is questioned and it will get you fired sooner or later. And I can't save your sorry ass for much longer."

What did I do to deserve Eric's help? The question remained as I weighed my next words. His warning sounded more like a promise that he'll ditch my ass next time. Losing my job was no bother now, I would be happy to get permanently away from Brent. My life was not what it used to anymore anyway, so losing my job was a detail at this point.

"Thanks, Eric but you're not obliged to save my sorry ass. I don't ask for any favor." My smirk didn't please him judging by his frown.

"Don't play this game with me, Chris." His threatening voice sent shivers down my spine. "Now, would you tell me what's going on?" Now his voice held a foreign concern.

The silence stretched some time. I couldn't find the right words, ones that will not raise any suspicion. I struggled to breathe evenly under his watchful stare. Eric would not let go now. I was fucked no matter what.

"I can't." My voice merely a whisper. "I have to deal with it by myself." I bit my lip, unsure if it was enough to satisfy his curiosity.

His hand moved to settle on my shoulder. The contact made my body stiffen. I couldn't stand being touched since my rape. My eyes closed instantly and I shuddered. When I opened them Eric was a few feet away. I could see the cogs turning in his mind. I was ready to bolt away from him to escape the suffocating tension when he spoke again.

"Sometimes you have to rely on someone to move on. It's not cowardice to admit when you need help."

I didn't have time to react that he was already walking away. I watched him until the door closed behind his retreating back. What the hell just happened? Someone must have bewitched Eric that's the only explanation for his human reactions. I promised myself to avoid him like the plague from now on.

My best friends, Jenna and Kate, decided to break into my apartment to confront me. I suppose they were upset that I avoided them for the last few days. Nobody should know this though, not even my friends since childhood. I felt horrible to walk into them, sitting on my couch, hands crossed over their laps like mothers ready to lecture their child. I felt guilty and ashamed seeing worry plastered on their usually cheerful features. That was certainly not my day. Everyone seemed to seek answers I wasn't ready to give yet.

"Chris you can't be ghosting us anymore. Please tell us what's going on." Pleaded Jenna.

Her reaction was out of her character which indicated that she was more than worried about me. Jenna was the wild one, always up to something, a real bundle of energy. Now she looked tired. Dark bags adorned her vibrant brown eyes and her skin looked paler than usual. My gaze fell on my carpeted floor and I let out a quivering breath. I was the worst friend ever.

"I can't tell you what's going on. I'm so sorry to worry you this much but I need some space and time right now."

My poor explanation sounded wrong. I heard loud huffs then deep sighs. Was that the end of our lifelong friendship? No. I refused to lose them because of Brent, because I was afraid and a fucking coward. My head shot up just in time to see them getting up, ready to leave. Kate's baby blue eyes bore into me as she shook her auburn hair in disappointment.

"I thought that you trusted us. That we were sisters. We're meant to share our secrets and support each other no matter what. We've vowed to always be there for one another, but you don't let us. We don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what to do to get my best friend back." Her soft voice cut through me.

I stared at her. My mind was a plain blank page. The deafening silence crushed me. Indeed, the worst friend ever. I couldn't let them be there for me because it would destroy them. I knew it was a false excuse. I wouldn't handle the whispers, the pointed looks, the rumors. I would be the girl Brent-raped. And I wasn't going to let it happen if I could prevent it.

"Say something, Chris." Ushered Jenna.

I look at them mouth agape, not one sound came out of it. Kate sighed then made a sign for Jenna to follow her out of my apartment. I felt my heart broke into pieces. I've lost my sisters' trust. Tears were drained a while ago.