Other Side (A Divergent/ Eric fan fiction)

13| Tender

13| Tender

Anthony uses his other hand to slowly caress the side of my face in a teasing manner. Eric watches with a dead expression, but I know it's not really Eric. I move my head away and then bite onto Anthony's hand as hard as I can, breaking the skin and ignoring the taste of blood.

Anthony screeched in pain and fell off of me, holding his hand. I rolled up onto my feet just before Eric could cut me, and quickly spit out the blood from my mouth. Eric chuckles before tightening his grip around the knife handle and lunging towards me. I quickly move to the side and kick Eric in the back, making him shriek in pain.

Before I can react, Eric turns around and grips my neck. He hastily pushes me against the wall, his hand never leaving my throat. I gasp as my back cracks from the impact.

I look into the monster's eyes. They're not the real eyes.

"You're not Eric." I manage to say through my chokes.

'Eric' smiles, before lifting me off my feet. My air is completely cut off as Eric holds me up against the wall, and my weight pulls at my legs.

My vision flashes to white but I force myself to stay asleep. I'm not ready to leave this simulation. I have to pass it. I notice that Anthony is no longer around. I guess I passed that challenge.

Suddenly, I drop back to the ground, heaving. I see two Eric's in front of me. Both of them punch at each other. One of the Eric's falls to the ground and the other one takes it as an advantage and begins kicking his body violently. I am so confused as to which one is the real Eric, and which one is not.

I notice the pistol miraculously appear on my bedside table. I pull myself off the floor and rush over to the bedside table, and grab the pistol. I turn back around and see that now both the Eric's are standing up again and throwing punches at each other. I load the pistol and aim it at them.

They both simultaneously stop and turn to face me. "Skye, please. Don't shoot." One of the Eric's beg, and I glare at him. I know immediately he's the fake one. The real Eric would want me to shoot.

I turn my head as I pull the trigger. Even though I know he isn't real, I can't ever imagine killing someone. Even if he deserved it the most.

The bullet lodges itself into the fake Eric's chest and then suddenly everything around me disappears. The floor underneath me turns to white, the walls vanish and even the real Eric vanishes.

Suddenly, I am awake.

I sit up panting heavily from such an intense simulation. I feel comfort when I see Eric in the other chair, removing the wires from his skin. He slips off the seat and walks over to me, detaching me from the machine.

"I have to say," he begins, "I have never seen such a terrifying simulation in my life. Most people have those cliche fears like bugs and heights. But yours are quite deep and powerful." I shudder at his words.

"So, did I pass?" I ask, fiddling with my fingers nervously.

"You almost didn't, as I had to come help you near the end. But what you did towards the end proved your bravery." He says and I sigh in relief. I then realize that Eric knew that he was one of my biggest fears, and that embarrassed me.

"Eric, I-"

"Skye, listen. When you leave here, you can't tell anyone that I helped you, especially the other leaders. It's against the rules and if anyone found out, the punishments are severe." Eric says sternly.

I look down at my lap. "I understand." I reply and I hear Eric sigh. I slip off the metal seat and I walk towards the exit room.

I feel Eric grab my wrist and suddenly my body is flung backwards into his. I feel Eric's lips lightly trace my neck and I can't help but move my neck to the side to give him more space. My whole body is filled with different sensations. Goosebumps appear on my skin as I feel Eric's tongue lick the supple skin. He begins to suck on it, making bruises appear. I moan loudly only for Eric's hand to fall over my mouth in a gentle way.

He whispers in my ear, "No one is allowed to hear us." I nod and he releases his hand.

I have to hold in the pleasurable moans I am feeling as Eric's large hands start feeling underneath my tank top. His hands run up and down my stomach a few time's before stopping at my breasts, where he squeezes them through my bra. He pressed his body harder against mine from behind.

"Eric," I whisper, starting to feel slightly uncomfortable with the whole situation. Eric senses this and stops immediately. "I-I uh," I clear my throat awkwardly.

Eric tilts his head to look at me. "Don't tell me you're a virgin." He says and I don't reply, only turn a red color. Eric laughs. "Oh come on, you and Anthony-"

"Never. The only intimate moments we had was holding hands and a quick kiss on the lips." I say, turning around in Eric's arms so that I am now facing him.

"Wow, no wonder he-" I shoot him a look before he can finish. Of course Eric would joke about something so serious. Eric chuckles.

There is a knock on the door and both Eric and I jump apart. "Shit." Eric mutters before directing me back to the metal seat while he pretended to fiddle with the machine.

"Come in!" Eric called and the door opened, revealing Four. "Sorry we took a while, uh, she just woke up."

Four looks at me. "Oh okay, well, there are a few more initiates you have to do. So, did she pass?"

Surprisingly, Eric smiles. "Yeah, she did."

>>>

I sit across from Brendon during dinner. He is looking worse each day as he goes on without Amber. He is barely eating, which is showing in his face and shoulders, and he isn't sleeping.

I look up from my plate of hamburgers to see the dining area door swing open. All of the leaders walk in, but my eyes search for one specific one.

I spot Eric at the very end of the line, and he seems to be in a very deep conversation with Max. When we make eye contact, he says something to Max before walking over to the table.

He slips in next to me. Brendon seems terrified. Everyone seems terrified of Eric. Except for me. Because I know his other side. His true side.

Eric leans in towards me and I shudder at the feeling of his breath fan over my ear. "Come to my apartment after dinner." He says and I nod quickly. Then Eric gets up and walks off. Brendon gives me a weird look, but I just continue eating my burger, hoping that my blush isn't noticeable.

After dinner, I follow Eric's instructions and make my way to his apartment. As I turn a corner, I spot Jacob and a few of his friends gathered around, talking and messing around.

"Fuck." I mutter under my breath as I start walking towards them. I pray that they don't notice me, but of course, my prayers barely ever come true.

"Hey! Softie!" Jacob calls and his friends laugh. I try to ignore him but he starts to approach me. "Don't fucking ignore me!" Jacob yells and I feel his hand grab my wrist roughly.

Something snaps inside of me, and I quickly turn around punch him right in the face. Not expecting my attack, Jacob gasps in pain and falls down, clutching his nose that was beginning to run with blood.

"Don't. You. Ever. Touch. Me. Again." I say through gritted teeth as I continuously kick him in the ribs.

Panting, I look up to see Jacob's friends watching. They wear looks of utter shock and terror. I clear my throat and casually turn around, continuing my journey to Eric's apartment.

A/N

This story may become graphic as it goes on, in both sexual and non sexual ways. I don't like putting warnings at the start of the chapters because I feel like they spoil it for you as you then know something intimate is about to happen. I'm not very happy with this chapter, but it's just a filler. PLEASE leave a comment as they mean much more to me than just votes (but still don't forget to vote lol). I might be adding more note's at the end of chapters from now on just so I can interact with y'all a bit more. Thanks for being great, xx.