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A big thank you to all the favourites and follows, they mean just as much as the reviews do (I just can't reply.) I am so sorry that it can sometimes be confusing with line breaks and stuff, my phone doesn't seem to like them, and my computer is filled with coursework :'(. But I'll try and edit them all on the weekend. I hope you enjoy

Insolitasum: I am glad that you like me answering your reviews, trust me I like receiving them. I loved writing a cute scene- I tend to better in the scenes. So I'm just glad you enjoyed it. We would all hope that Evie would stop him attacking the Abnegation, but Eric's mind works in weird and not so wonderful ways. Natalie does actually know about Evie's past, but she is perceived to have favouritism because of to points. 1. Evie isn't divergent and it would be dangerous for her to know about her sister and mother at this stage. 2. Natalie doesn't want to give Evie anything else for her to worry about, as (at this moment in time) Evie is actually a very fragile young adult. But anyway, thanks for the review. It there's another cute ending for you to enjoy ;) x

SabrinaJasmine: aww thanks hun, I'm glad you have enjoyed. I love this side of Eric to. I hope you are just as happy with this chapter :) x

fourtrislover4. Thank you, I try to keep my writing as interesting as I can... So I hope you enjoy. :) x

Lexi- I know he's adorable when he wants to be. Haha, I do tend to make up my own language so there may be some words that you read and are like 'this girl is crazy' (which I am) so just comment away and I will have a glossary somewhere soon :) x

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3RD P POV

The factionless centre hadn't changed since her last visit; it still was a dank, isolated and the place that drove the most fear into her heart. Today it was cold, it was raining the day before. The floor had the strange smell it did when water had penetrated it, there was puddles scattered around the only evidence of last nights storm. Evangeline's blonde hair was put in a bun at the back of her head, and the grey clothing that symbolised Abnegation, were flowing behind her as she ran. Her mind was racing, she was screaming mentally at herself for sneaking it, it was a stupid idea that would cause the worst result. Her mind was also screaming at her to run, her instincts were taking over, she ran and ran, ignoring the maximising pain that was invading her lungs. How long had she ran for? Her mind was to clouded to tell. Evangeline took the wrong turn and was stuck in a dead end. Her heart sank in her chest.

"Hey, little girl. I see you." The factionless man sung as he cornered her into a wall. Fear was all Evangeline could feel, it swallowed her, drowned her. The man wasn't the old, maybe mid-twenties. He hair was non-existent and his eyes where the darkest black, he held a knife in his right hand and evil in his heart. The face of nightmares. She didn't know that he was a drop-out of a faction she would in the future call home. He was kicked out my the leaders for unfairly and unjustly assaulting a woman.

"Please. Let me go. I'll bring more food." Evangeline pleaded with the man. The words came out stuttered, she was shaking with an almighty force.

"I don't want food, I want fun." And with the he grabbed the Abnegation forwards. She wasn't strong enough to fight him and he push her to the floor. Her head smacked the ground hard, she could start to see stars appear in the upper corner of her eye. He straddled her pinning her hands above her head, trapping her legs with his. Evangeline thrashed around, trying anything to get free, but his strength and weight would ultimately win against her. The man tutted and smirked down at the twelve year old Abnegation who was about to under go many hours of torture at his hands. He stated to leave a wet line of kisses down her face to her neck, his favourite trick. Bile rose in Evangeline's mouth, she was both scared and disgusted of what this man was to do next. He got the the end of the neck, and hovered over her collarbone. Before she could understand what was happening his bit down hard. Evangeline screamed out in agony, her young face was wet with tears of anger, desperation and fear. The factionless causing the pain smiled sadisticly, he was living out his most evil fantasy. His smile grew into a nasty grin when the little girl under him started to thrash and move under him.

"Get up, bitch." He shouted up her. He didn't wait for her to process his command, he dragged her up by her hair. The assault on Evangeline's body started. He kicked, punched and bit every part of her. Not showing any mercy, not listening to her cries, plea's and screams. Every part of her body was in pain. He let go of her hair and she fell to the floor in a clump.

"Let's see what a stiff looks like with out clothes." He muttered into her ear. Evangeline shook her head, she couldn't let him do that but she was in no fit state to fight him off. He flipped her over so she was laying on the stomach, her cheek was forced into the rough ground, grazing and bruising it. He cut the back of her dress, he cut everything but her panties off her body. He didn't want to rape her just yet. He liked to play with his food. Her back was uncovered, her soft skin was warm and red from his beatings. The previously forgotten knife had found its way back into his hands. He begun to slice open her back, some strokes were deep, slow and precise others were messing, at a fast pace and random. She was fading from reality, but she couldn't stop screaming. Her screams were horrific a mixture of pure pain and anguish, a sound that no twelve year old should make. She needed to scream for it was the only way someone would rescue her, she needed to be rescued. She wasn't ready to die yet.

Eric bust through the bedroom door, he could hear her moans of terror in the other room. He was pretty sure that he had locked the door. His heartbeat calmed slightly when he saw she was alone. She was dreaming he realised when he came into the room.

"Evie, wake up." He said and he pushed her shoulder. She awoke with a start, the line between dream and reality was hard to differentiate when she was shocked into consciousness. She screamed, her mind still left behind in that nightmare of a memory, she started to kick out. Her brain hadn't yet recognised that she was safe. Eric took the kicks, not really knowing what to do. He shushed her gently, hoping that this would have an effect. The brunette eventually calmed she was no longer frantic, she knew she wasn't in danger. Yet the fear of the memory stayed with her. The build up of emotion needed to be released somehow, her subconscious decided that the only way would be panic and that's what Evie started to do. Her heart rate rose and as did her breath, she couldn't control her self. Her body was shaking and rocking of its own accord.

"Stop this. You are not a victim. Stop acting like one." Harsh words from the man who was trying to comfort her. But he wasn't all that good at being nice. The harshness of it all brought her back, made her realise who she was with. He breathing slowed, she calmed.

She leaned away from and took a deep breathe, she hadn't ever dreamed of that night until now. She had dreams that he had gone further, and they scared her enough, but she never had a dream were she had to relive it. Somehow that was much, much worse. Evangeline's hands shook and an incredible rate.

"Sor... Sorry" she stuttered, her face was still chalk white, but slowly a small amount of colour appeared on her cheek... Embarrassment. Eric shook his head, but didn't quite know what to say. He was an intelligent man, he knew the dream was about her attack, but he never dared to imagine the effect it had over her. "Thank you for waking me up." Evangeline muttered quietly to break the awkward silence.

"You need to tell me what he did." Eric ordered. Eric needed to know. He knew that this would come up in phase two of training. Evie was his. Four wouldn't know before him. It was a selfish, primitive part of him that was ruling him. He also knew she had to let out this poison. He wouldn't not lose her again.

Evie's pov

"I've already told you" I said half-heartily. Eric gave me a look, he knew I was lying.

"No you told be a vague story. I need you to tell me." He said back, his voice was dominating he was used to getting his own way straight away. Waiting was not something he enjoyed. I sighed and shrugged.

"Where you wanna start?" I asked quietly.

"The beginning." Of course he would want it all, stubborn man... . I sighed quietly, and hoped that he would be as understanding as Tris.

"I snuck out of my home one night. I don't really remember why to be honest. Well I do- but its not important...I was friends with a factionless girl, she was younger than me I think. She'd entertain me when I got bored of the volunteer work mum made me and Tris do. Anyway, I got lost. I kept walking, I didn't like the dark back then." I frowned trying to remember how this man came about stalking me. I remembered at once and scooted closer to Eric, who was now laying down, and sat my head on his chest. "He found me. He told me that if I'd do what he said I wouldn't be harmed."

"What did he want you to do?" Eric questioned quietly, I closed my eyes and tried to work out the best way to answer. I decided on brutal honesty, it hadn't failed me before.

"Sex." I stated emotionless, though my heart was starting to beat louder and faster. I scolded myself mentally and listened in to Eric's. "I ran for it, I didn't know what else I could do. But, I was lost and took a turning that lead me to a dead end. He found me and cornered me." I winced at the memory, my voice was shaking, this was the bit I hoped in time I would forget- but fears never leave you. Tris and I didn't go into details, this was the first time I've ever had to really remember them. Tris didn't want details she wanted truth and the knowledge that I was OK. Eric's arm protectively held me closer to him. "Is it okay if I bluntly say this?" I murmured. Eric moaned in agreement.

"He pushed me to the floor and kissed me. He bit my collarbone and pulled me back up by my hair and beat every part of me" I took a deep breath. Eric wasn't going to like this next bit. "He got bored I guess. He pushed me down to the floor and-" I cut myself off with a sob. Eric's hand found mine, his arm had tightened around me; protecting me. I closed my eyes and shuddered. "He wanted to see what I looked like. He ripped of my dress and my under shirt. My back was uncovered and he used his knife to slice it. That's where the dream ends." I said, praying that he wouldn't make me tell him anymore, there wasn't a happy ending.

"The dream ends. Not the ordeal." He muttered softly, his voice was a mix of anger and something else. I bit my lip. He was trying to be gentle.

"He didn't get to rape me, Eric. But... Nearly. I can't got into the details, they get muddled. I was saved before it got to far. A dauntless women had ran to me, she got rid of the factionless man. She had a blanket in one arm; I remember it being soft, cotton I think but it was black- had the dauntless' flames on it. She wrapped me up and took me home. Her name was Hana Ped- something I forgot, but she worked in the surveillance room, she had seen the start of the attack and ran to help. I think she told my mum, I'm not to sure. Tris, Caleb and my dad were told I was sick with something contagious I was in bed for three days. I didn't talk about it, I couldn't. Tris knows now what happened, but not the details." A few stray tears had fallen down my face. The room was silent. Everything was suddenly eerie, it was like judgement day- or how I'd imagine it to be. I was waiting for Eric to say or do something, either because he was disgusted by me or sympathetic towards me. Eric stayed still and silent.

"I'm sorry." I whispered my voice hoarse. He shouldn't have to deal with someone like me, he should have someone perfect. I was ruined. "Its fine if you don't want anything to do with me. I understand." I muttered, I played with my lips- biting them until they hurt and letting it go before any damage was caused.

"Evangeline, stop blaming yourself." He said at last. I was a little shocked that he had worked me out so quickly, nobody else had. Just him.

"No." I said bluntly, I wont ever forgive myself... Not for that. I shouldn't of sneaked out and I certainly shouldn't of been to weak to fight back. Eric pulled me round so I was sat on top of his stomach. His green eyes glared into my blue ones. "I can't." I added.

"Then I can't be with you." He said roboticly. I bit down on my jaw hard, and nodded.

"Okay." I got up to leave, but he pulled me down again, sitting up in the process.

"Stop" I frowned at him in confusion.

"You don't want to be with me. I'd rather not waste your time." I countered. Eric sighed heavily and shook his head at me.

"Dammit Evie. Stop this. I will not let you take the blame for that bastard. He did this Eva, he caused the pain. You were a child." He spat, I recoiled a little. He was angry again. "The best way to get over the attack, is to know that you had no part in it." He added, I shook my head. What he said would of made sense if I were innocent I wasn't.

"If I hadn't snuck out-"

"You were a Dauntless child born into an Abnegation family. You were always meant to rebel. Did you ask to be attacked?"

"No"

"So how are you to be blamed?" He asked. As he did the realisation struck, he was right... Of course he was. I suddenly felt lighter, as if a massive weight had been lifted. I didn't asked to be attack, I knew that but I had always blamed it on sneaking out. But, Eric had a point, I was always sneaking out up until then, nothing had every happened before.

"I'm not." My voice was uncertain, but I had two things motivating me. Eric and my own sanity. Eric nodded, he he pulled me into his arms. I went without a complaint as that's where I felt the safest. "Thank you." I murmured into his neck, he chuckled lightly. "I need to show you my back, I want you to know what you what I actually look like." The atmosphere in the room changed, I felt guilty that I had taken away the happiness, but I wouldn't be settled until I showed him. His green eyes were filled with dangerous type of curiosity. I turned round to face him and took off my shirt. The room, I noted, was cold. I felt goosebumps start to take over my body. I unclipped my bra so he could see my back for what it was, but left it covering what I needed. I held my breathe until I felt his touch. His hands floated gently across the angry white lines tracings each one path. I had once counted the slashes- 22. Under his breath I could hear him gently counting them too. When he reached the number 22 he paused for a second, and then kissed each one. I wasn't expecting that, it was almost sweet. I turned over when he finished, forgetting in that moment that I was half naked. He traced his finger down my face as his other hand snaked round my back to pull my closer towards him. He captured my mouth with his. He pulled back sooner that what I wanted, my bra had fallen off somewhere in the time period but I really couldn't care.

"I'm not going to be able to stop y'know." He admitted into my ear, I smiled.

"Then don't."

Well that's that folks. I'm sorry if you wanted a detailed ending, but I am fourteen and do not feel comfortable writing that sort of scene, but who knows someone may write it for me. Anyway, I hope you have enjoyed. Please leave a review to let be know what you's all thought. As always, thank you

Jess x