Divergent: Becoming The Monster (Eric's Story)

Chapter 4: Watching

            As I stood leaning by the window watching the branches of the trees whip some cracking from their base. I looked at the tarp that was thrown over a crate and in my Dauntless mind I knew I could create a cloak from it and with my brute strength find a way back to the compound. I could. I looked across the room and watched her rub her hands up and down her arms with a quickness. I could make it, but the thought of leaving her here left the bit of my stomach heavy. She seemed to sense her my eyes on her.

            “Getting a bit chilly isn’t it.” She held her full bottom lip between her lips and she rubbed herself.

            “Well that skirt is soaked of course you’re cold.” I looked down at the heavy looking floor length skirt that was still dripping with water.

            “Well it’s all I have.” She worried her lip with her teeth some more. 

            “If you stay in those clothes you’ll get sick.” My basic survival training was coming into play. I knew what she must be feeling, in a shed with a Dauntless warrior and being told to remove clothing. I myself knew I should remove my clothes to avoid sickness. I looked around the shed for anything that could be of use. I finally came across it. What could have been a wool blanket.

            “Here,” I walked over to it and picked it up.  I held it out to her she released her bottom lip swiping her tongue over it nervously. “I’ll turn away. Lose the clothes, than wrap yourself in that.”

            Her mouth became wide as she starred at the extended blanket.  She shivered again and seemed to be thinking it over. After what felt like and hour she took the blanket in both hands. She smiled in a thankful way blushing brightly. I nodded before turning away facing the window.

            I looked out into the storm feeling something knot my stomach as I listened to the soft flurry motion behind me. I than noticed that in the corner of the window I could see a light reflection. My mouth parted and went slightly dry. She was faced away from me hair thrown across her right shoulder her back fully exposed. She had the blanket wrapped around her waist and was using the other hand to unclip her bra. I felt sick, wrong about what I was doing but for some reason I couldn’t look away. I even apologized in my head. She used the same hand to pull down the straps brining it out and hanging it up. The smooth skin of her back curved in the most intricate ways as she moved. She pulled up the blanket covering herself. I felt weak.

            “I’m done.” I schooled my features before turning around. She was still blushing, she ran a hand through her hair smiling softly in an embarrassed way. If she knew… God did I feel like a pervert. She couldn’t be more than fifteen.   You sick fuck.

            “Good, took you long enough,” I said with no edge in it. She sat down on the crate holding the blanket close to here still trembling with cold. I had begun to shiver myself, I looked away again.

            “What about you?” She said in such a soft tone I thought I might have heard wrong.

            “What about me?” I looked straight into her eyes.

            “You’re cold too.” She pulled the blanket tightly to herself.

            “And?” I starred at her blankly.

“You could get sick. Shouldn’t you get out of your clothes too?” She looked at the floor and only up at the end of the sentence. Even though I had removed my jacket my shirt was soaked luckily my pants were water resistant.

“Looking for a show?” Her face flushed red and I wished I hadn’t said it.

“No I… I just…”

“Yeah I should. Calm down.” I reached down to the hem of my t-shirt. She had looked away and closed her eyes. “There’s no point to look away I have nothing else to put on.”

She stayed turned away but her eyes had opened. I pulled the soaked shirt up and away from my body. My skin felt strangely hot.

“I’m done.”  I said looking away for a moment. When I looked back I was shocked to find her looking directly at me her eyes full of curiosity and became fearful when I caught her staring.

“Yes?” I said a question in my tone.

She closed her mouth and was quiet.

“What never scene a boy with his shirt off?” I said in a teasing tone. When she shook her head I felt shock run down my spine. “No way.”

“No. I haven’t.” She looked so embarrassed. She looked so beautiful. Like a fallen angel, that got lost in a rainstorm. I couldn’t believe my own thoughts.

“You don’t have to be ashamed.” I said surprisingly softly.

At the tone of my voice she looked up locking eyes with me. Green clashes blue.

“I’m scared.” She whispered. I took a step towards her.

“There’s nothing to be scared of. We’re safe in here.” I said gently. Who was this person taking over me.

“I’m not scared of the storm. I’m scared of the storm… in here.” She looked away. I put my hand under her chin forcing her to look at me she gasped.

“In where? Here?” I placed her hand to my heart, which was beating rapidly. I couldn’t. I can’t deny it anymore. I was sick. Her touch felt like fire.

“Yes.” She whispered. Using her chin I pulled her to me her hand never leaving my heart. She was a full head shorter than me. And as she hit my chest she wrapped her self around me as if she belonged there. What was happening? What the fuck am I doing?

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