HEY GUYS! I KNOW I'VE BEEN MIA FOR A WHILE BUT AT LEAST IT WASN'T A MONTH OR SOMETHING…I DON'T THINK IT WAS…ANYWAYS…HOPE YOU GUYS ENJPOY THIS CHAPTER!
SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE IS CHAPTER 3 OF FOR BETTER OR WORSE!
Tris' P.O.V-
"Look, Eric, I'm sorry okay. It won't ever happen again," I sigh and squeeze the bridge of my nose.
Eric doesn't answer, but instead he stares, dumbfounded, at me.
"Are you okay?" I question, but I didn't say it aloud, I just secretly said it in my head.
As silence takes over the room, I become a bit frightened.
He's just looking at me, the wall behind me, then back at me.
"What's wrong?" I question, this time out loud, and spin around to see what's behind me, but I only find the wall of the room I'll be sleeping in.
"Just daydreaming," Eric answers. He pulls up the sleeve of his tux and gazes at his sparkly, silver watch.
"You won't have to get to Four's until 3 hours. Wanna go downstairs and get something to drink?"
I nod.
As he leads me out of the bedroom and down the stairs, we walk into a humungous kitchen and I look around in awe.
It has an old grandfather clock, a marble island, high stools next to the island that have red cushions, a dishwasher, which surprisingly, I've never seen close up, he has a glass table for eating and a few cushioned chairs for those, jars are sitting on the counter gracefully next to the sink, and he also has a huge cupboard that has quite a large amount of china inside.
I pull myself slowly into a seat next to the marbled island and let out a small sigh of frustration as soon as Eric's back is turned and he rummages through his silver refrigerator.
I've never had alcohol before, but I heard from a few people from school that it was the best god damn thing around…well besides the Dauntless cake that was served in the busy cafeteria.
"There we go," smiles Eric as he sets a huge bottle of cherry and peachy colored liquid and it has small little orangish, yellowish, flecks flowing around freely.
"What is that?" I question and back away a bit in the stool, and the seat fills a little plushy under me.
"It's Gold Flakes and wine and Ciroc Peach with a few ounces of vodka." He replies as he snatches two wine glasses from the top cabinet over the sink.
"Woah, sounds like a lot of alcohol you mixed in just one bottle," I frown.
"Yeah, it is," He pops open the cork with his hands and it sloshes around in the bottle, causing a bit of the peach colored drink to spill on the counter.
Eric reaches for my glass and pours the drink in then pours himself some.
I smile as I realize that I have about 70% less than how many he has.
I mutter a thanks and take a sip.
My hand immediately plops the glass of alcohol back down on the island when my throat burns from the liquid inside my glass.
A gag escapes when I swallow and I hear Eric suppress a chuckle.
"It's always like that the first time. You'll get used to it."
"Wow, that is strong," I admit and push the glass away.
"Come on, Tris, just take it," He pushes the glass back towards me and takes a couple of sips from his.
"Fine," I pick it back up, "But don't expect me to drink it all."
"All on you…"
"When I was younger, I always thought that like the tooth fairy was real and she was the one lending me all that money just because I gave her my teeth," A giggle lets loose. "But When I was 8, I decided that I would stay up and try to catch her, and it seemed all planned out inside my little 8 year old mind. But I heard my door open and I wasn't supposed to be awake, due to bedtime curfew and school the next day, and I faked being sleep until I heard heavy footsteps and a hand slip under my pillow. When the footsteps walked towards my door, I took the chance to peek and realized it was my father. My childhood was ruined!"
Eric and I sit at the island, telling childhood stories, and my head is throbbing.
Maybe I should've just turned down the alcohol, but instead I challenged it.
"Eric, I really think I should be getting to bed. I feel tipsy," I feel myself frown as my vision of Eric's face begins to come blurry and everything around me does the same too.
He looks at his watch once again.
"Four should be here to pick you up in a few minutes," Eric smiles, but then it falters. "I don't think it's the time to take a nap, Tris. You should wait until he gets here."
"I know, but I just feel really tired and I just rally need to lie down," I reply.
His grin widens and he answers, "Okay, just go on up to your room and sleep then."
"Thanks," I sit up and literally trample over my own feet trying to get up the stairs to where I sleep.
I finally make it and wobble into my room.
I zip up my suitcase and throw it to the side, knowing that I'll have to unpack sometime.
I jump into my bed without taking off my shoes and close my eyes.
They then shoot back open when I realize the door is still open.
I don't feel like getting up so I decide to leave it open.
I shut my eyes again and began to fall into a peaceful sleep…
Until I hear a loud slam and voices.
What now!?
"Hey, Eric, I'm here to pick up Tris," A deep voice says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Four's here.
"Sorry, Four, but Tris is upstairs sleeping, but I advise you to leave and don't come back until she's awake," Eric answers.
"I'm sorry, but I do believe that the host of the auction gladly pronounced that this is the time I pick up Tris," Four counters.
"Well Tris is sleeping and if you have a problem with that-" Eric begins but Four interrupts loudly.
"Eric, for three years now, I come to pick up a different girl every year, she's always sleeping and the next few days later, she's dead." Four scoffs.
I sit up quickly, not tired anymore but confused at what Four just said.
"What are you talking about, Four," Eric says and I can detect a slight grin on his face when he said it.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about," Four says in a menacing voice. "Just bring her down here or I'm going up there."
"I told you she's sleeping."
"You gave her that drink didn't you…the drink with all of the different kind of alcohol in it?" Four questions.
"What do you want to hear?" Eric says.
"You disgust me…" I hear two sets of footsteps jog up the stairs and walk down the hallway.
I instantly lie back down and close my eyes.
Footsteps wander into my room when someone says, "I told you she's sleeping."
"Eric you didn't," says a voice I recognize as Four's.
Two cold fingers press against the side of my neck and I can't help but feel like it just shocked me and sent thousands of watts flowing through my body.
"She's okay."
"She is?" Eric says in a fake voice, but chuckles afterwards.
I hear Four scoff.
An arm slips under the fold of my knees and another arm under my back.
I'm lifted easily and brought close to a strong chest…obviously Four's.
"You better bring her back on time tomorrow," Eric says harshly as I'm carried down out of the room and down the stairs.
"Sure," Four says sarcastically and his voice hums through his chest. "Hey, grab her suitcase."
"I'm aware that she isn't living with you," Eric responds as we descend further down and into what I'm sure is the living room.
"Just go get her things. She might want to sleep in her clothes instead of what she's wearing."
I hear Eric heave a sigh and soon footsteps litter the stairs.
"I don't know if you'll wake up, but I hope you do," Four whispers. I don't know why, but I want to smile. But I don't.
"You stink, Tris," I hear a smile in Four's voice. "You smell like alcohol…"
I slightly laugh.
"You're awake?" questions Four.
I nod, not opening my eyes.
"What a surprise," I hear the sarcasm in his voice.
WELL THERE IS CHAPTER 3 (RIGHT) OF THIS STORY! THAT CERTAINLY MEANS THAT I HAVE NOT WRITTEN IN A WHILE IF I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT CHAPTER THIS WAS…AWKWARD… IN THE NEXT CHAPTER SHE WILL BE WITH FOUR (OBVIOUSLY)…
HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT…SO SORRY FOR THAT…
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~silverpupp
