"Tobyyy," I cry into Tobias' arm.

We sit on his small sofa in his apartment, his body is wrapped around me, trying to comfort me.

"Shhhh, Tris, come on. You need to calm down, we can't get them if you're all worked up." He says and runs his warm hand through my hair. "You were calm tonight, why is it different now?"

"He was out with us, Eric was playing capture the flag. Now he's probably by himself torturing our boys."

"Tris, come on. You need to focus, I'll come to help but you need to take the lead."

I nod to him and smile, before we both get to our feet and walk up to Eric's apartment.

~XxX~

I knock on the door, probably to gently. I sound more like a Girl Scout selling cookies than someone who wants their children back.

After a while, Eric comes to the door, when he sees it's me he smirks and flings the door open wide and steps out, pushing me backwards.

"Stiff, how can I help you?" He says, his voice very high pitched, sounding quite weird.

"I'd like my kids back, please." I reply, internally pintching myself for being so polite.

Eric grins, his teeth are slightly yellow and there is a peich of corn stuck between his front teeth. I glance back to Tobias, and he gives me a nod, he's easily within my line of sight, but out of Eric's. "Yes, of course, come on in." Eric finally says.

I slowly walk in, taking in my surrounding, although there isn't much to see. "Take a seat, make yourself at home," Eric says warmly. "Do you want a coffee, tea?"

"No, thanks. I'm not planning on staying long." I reply.

"That's alright." He sits down next to me, "What did you come here for again?"

"I heard you had my boys, I was wondering if I could have them back." I feel really uncomfortable, my chest throbs and my heart beats so fast it hurts.

"Yes, your boys." He says, beginning to stand, before sitting again, closer than he was last time. "Did you know, I've always wanted kids." He puts his arm around the back of my head and rests it on my shoulder.

"Really." I say, trying my hardest to get to my feet but his hand holds me to the couch.

"Yes, I always imagined I'd have an older boy and a younger girl. My son would always get into trouble with other kids, but he was strong enough to stand up for himself." He removes a strand of hair from over my mouth and brings his head close to mine. "And he'd protect my little girl from anything," Eric tries to kiss me, I push him away with all my strength but I can't stop him.

~XxX~

I lie in Eric's bed crying. He is holding so many threats against me that I can't even think of going. If I leave, I'll never see my boys again, and if I tell anyone where I am, I'll be cut from Dauntless and they'll be killed.

Suddenly, I feel the urge to vomit, over and over again. I end up sitting by the toilet bowl for around 6 hours, puking up the insides of my stomach until there's nothing left. I lean against the wall and cry, for ages and ages. When Eric gets back he walks into the bathroom and stares at me on the floor.

"Here," He says, holding up a pregnancy test. "Just to confirm what I think I know."

I glare at him hardly, trying not to show weakness. "You're a devil." I say before taking the test from him and shutting the door on his face.

I pee on the stick and leave it by the sink, then I stand up and walk out of the bathroom.

"Baby, do you not want to see the results with me?" Eric says, popping out from behind me and grabbing my waist.

"Not really." I reply, trying as hard as I can to sound strong.

"Come on." He grabs my wrist and pulls me back into the bathroom and shows me the stick. "Good news, right Stiff. A third kid on the way, only this will be better than the last two, 'cause it's mine."

I sink to the floor and cry.

"Stiff, if you even think of getting an abortion," He says, towering over me. "I'll ensure you are removed from Dauntless with no more than one of your children." He pulls me to my feet and points towards the door. "You kill my child, I kill yours."