Chapter 5
Eric P.O.V
It has taken everything I have in me to be patient. I have waited so long to seek out this revenge on Four. Always first, only has four fears, always winning all games and the fights, always getting the attention from everyone. But victory will be mine this time. He will be begging for me to kill him. Hell maybe Ill send Tris and the baby in pieces back to him.
I'm standing in front of Tris' examination table, waiting for her to wake up. She is taking forever! Leave it up to a Stiff to make things more difficult.
"Any minute she will wake up, the serum is ready for injection. You sure you ready for your part?" David says.
"Oh yea, I've been waiting, too long for this." I say.
We see her starting to stir, good she is coming to. She struggles against the restrains. Her eyes open, bewilder taking over her.
"Well Hello there again." I say taunting her.
"Eric! How? I saw Four shoot you!" She says.
"It was the hallucination serum. Thanks to me friend here, David." I say placing my hand on his shoulder.
"Now, don't worry we are going to have ourselves a little fun. You see you won't remember any of this, you won't even remember that good for nothing boyfriend of yours."I say.
"Eric... what are you going to do?" She says.
"Memory serum or really it's a Jeanine Mathew's special." I chuckles at my own joke. "You see Tris, this is going to wipe all your memories with a twist. All those sweet memories of you and Four, will now be of you and me instead. And those hateful memory of me will be of him." I say leaning down, so our faces are closer together. "You're mine now, BITCH!" I say taking the syringe that hold the serum.
"Don't... Eric... When Four finds out-" She says fighting against the restrains.
"What... Will he kill me? I hope he tries." I say
Raising the syringe, I take pleasure in feeling the injecting the serum go in the vain in her neck. When the last drop as drained into the vain, I am not surprise seeing Tris struggle. She is divergent after all. They have the mind power to reject the effects of serums. Her eyes dart around the room, alive, scared, and trying to gain control. But soon after they turn dark and empty.
Tris P.O.V
"What... Will he kill me? I hope he tries." Was the last thing I heard Eric say before feeling the needle penetrate the skin on my neck. Trying to focus, I look around the room for anything to hold on to. I picture Tobias, his smile, what we had together, and the sound of his voice. Focus Tris, hold on to him. Don't forget... Don't forget... Don't forget. I remember the last time I saw him "I love you, Tris. I'll see you soon." He said as he turned and walked away from me with a smile. Hold on to that, Tris. But the serum is so strong.. stronger then anything. The blackness threatens the picture of Tobias taking the corners of my picture and growing larger. Til the picture has a shiny glare to it, a picture that holds the man I love, Eric.
My eyes bewildered, I glance frantically around the room. Looking for answers to the unknown. Where am I? What happened? I look towards the foot of my bed and I see him. I instantly calm down taking in his smile. I never cared too much about the piercings but it always made him happy.
"Tris, oh Thank god you are awake." Eric says. Stepping closer, siting down on the edge of the examination table.
"Eric is everything ok? Where are we? Is the baby ok?" I ask placing my hand protectively on my belly.
He covers my hand with his, "Shes fine. I'm just glad you woke up. Four attacked us,again." He explained.
"He did? What happened? Did you kill him, that son of a bitch?" I ask. Please say yes, needing this be over with once and for all.
"He got away. I'm so sorry, Tris. Just promise me you will stay close until this is all over." He says but his expression doesn't match his growing concern.
"Of course I will." I tell him, maybe it's the stress of the day taking a tow on him.
"The Doc. said once you wake up, you can go back to our room. So when you are ready... we'll go." He says. Something about how he says we'll go though sends shivers down my spine.
We walk in silence down the hall. Eric half guiding me, a hand on my back. Weird he never once glances my way.
When we reach the room, he hold the door open for me. Almost making sure I do in fact walk in, another weird moment.
Looking around, I see nothing has changed since I was in here last. There is a bed, closet, dresser, a few nightstands, lamps, and a coach. My eyes seem stuck on the coach, remembering our first night shared in this room and with each other. We were so caught up in our passion we missed the bed entirely and landed in the coach. It felt so right, so passionate. We both waited so long... Wanting it to be special for the both of us. Caught off guards from previous arguments, taking us over with the love and passion we shared for each other.
I feel Eric come behind me, wrapping his arms around my swollen stomach. He leans down kissing my neck, pressing himself harder on my back side. I'm having trouble keeping my balance the harder he pushing against me. Unpleasant experience, different from how I remember him being. His hands are more rough, more urgent, no passion, and no love behind the action.
"Eric, slow down baby. We have all night, no need to rush into it." I say trying to redirect him. Turning myself around so I can look into his eyes.
"Don't tell me what to do!" He spits out. Anger written all over his face.
"I'm sorry. I just thought that..." I couldn't finish, the sting from his hand hitting my face takes me off guard. Losing my balance I fall backwards on the coach.
"I don't need you telling me what to do in the sack, Bitch!" He says. But he gives me no time to respond, he turns and walks out of the room.
Shock taken over me along with confusion. I know Eric has always feared turning into his father. I knew he would never hurt anyone the way he was hurt as a child. I can't believe he hit me. The man love would never land a hand on me. Would rather die than to hurt me. Sure we had fights, but he knew when he needed to walk away.
Eric always treated me with kindness and respect. He always worshiped me. I remember a different Eric then the one that was just in this room.
Fear for my baby and I start to seek in, and I know I need to get out of here some how. I won't let him hurt my baby. I try to fight the tears that threaten to escape my eyes.