les sequelles - Eric Coulter 1

55. Alcoholism

Imagine: Trying to help Eric get over his drinking problem, the two of you get into a fight and break up, but in the end, your love saves him.

Warning: Alcoholism and abuse

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"Eric, baby, please stop. Please put that down, please," You beg him as he sits on the couch and drinks his alcohol straight from the bottle.

"Leave me alone Y/N!" He slurs, he's very drunk right now, and he does this almost every night. His drinking problem began a year ago after the war; it took everything in your power to stop Four from shooting him that day in Candor. You finally convinced Four, but Eric was stripped of his leadership position, and most of the faction despises him.

A few days after the war had ended and you had returned to Dauntless, Eric came home at 2:30 a.m. completely hammered. Ever since then, this became a normal activity for Eric. When Eric wasn't drunk, he was the sweetest, perfect boyfriend, but this rarely ever happened, and you missed that Eric. Every time you tried to stop him from drinking, or suggested that he should get professional help he would get furious.

"Eric, please, this is ridiculous, you need to stop!" At this point, you were sick and tired of his attitude and you were starting to lose you calm and cool demeanour.

"Shhhut up Y/NNN," He hisses.

You give up and just snatch the bottle from his hands. Bad idea.

"What the hell you little bitch!" he spits as he stumbles to his feet.

"Eric you're not getting this back!" You're scared, really scared.

"Why the hell not?! Why do you even care Y/N?" His words slur together and if you weren't used to this, you probably wouldn't be able to understand him. Seeing him like this killed you.

"Because you could die Eric! You could fucking die, don't you understand that?" You walk to him and grip his shoulders, tears streaming down your face, "I-I miss you Eric. I miss my Eric, the Eric that I fell in love with, the one who was sweet and loving and protective, the one who would do anything for me, the one who was willing to give up his fucking life to protect me! I miss him, and I want him back!"

"Well he's dead! T-that Eric is dead now, t-this is the only Eric t-that exists," He says pointing at himself, "And if you can't deal w-with him, you can l-leave! I don't fucking need you, I'm not forcing you to stay, you're staying here yourself!"

You let out a sob, "What the fuck Eric? What are you saying?!"

He attempts to grab the bottle out of your hand but you pull it back. That is when he does what you would have never expected him to do, he slams you against the wall, making your vision go black for a split second and you cry out in pain.

"Fucking bitch," he mutters taking the bottle from your hand and walking into the kitchen. You sit on the ground sobbing from both physical and emotional pain.

You finally pull yourself together and go into your's and Eric's shared room, taking a suitcase out of the closet, you quickly throw all the clothes and belongings you could fit in there, crying.

You write a note for Eric when he wakes up in the morning telling him that you were breaking up with him, and you left, going to your best friend's apartment.

Two months have gone by since the break up and Eric had gotten much, much worse, he was rarely ever seen outside of his apartment. The first time you saw him after the breakup was last week, he looked like a disaster, he had bloodshot eyes, which were a contrast to the huge, dark bags under his eyes, he looks absolutely exhausted and pale. You have tried to push the thoughts about him aside, but you can't conceal your feelings that still exist. You still miss him so much.

The next few days go by with you trying to prevent yourself from going to his door and talking to him. You sit at breakfast when Zeke comes up to you looking frantic, "What? What is it Zeke, you look like you've seen a ghost."

"Y/N, its Eric! He was found passed out in his apartment this morning with blue-tinged skin," you shoot up out of your seat, "We took him to the hospital and it turns out he had alcohol poisoning, we also found this in his hand."

He hands you a note and you open it with shaking fingers, 'I'm sorry Y/N. I know I'm a fuck up, I miss you.'

You start crying and with shaking legs, you make your way out of the cafeteria and to the infirmary.

You sit in the waiting room with Zeke and one of Eric's only friends, Henry. Your body trembles and you're absolutely horrified. The doctor finally comes out and you quickly ask her, "H-how is he, please tell me he's okay, please!"

"He's unconscious, but he should be alright, as long as he stops drinking," She says calmly, "you can see him if you'd like."

You walk into the room, shaking, and you sit next to Eric's cot. You hesitantly grab his hand and start speaking, knowing that he probably can't hear you, "I miss you, I hope you know how much I fucking miss you. And you're right Eric, you fucked up, but you yourself are not a fuck up, do you wanna know why? Because, you can get better, I know you can. I love you so much, and maybe I shouldn't have left, if I hadn't left, maybe this wouldn't have happened, I'm sorry Eric, I'm so fucking sorry that this happened. I'm sorry."

You feel his hand squeeze yours, and in a raspy voice he says, "Don't be Y/N."

Your head shoots up, "Oh thank God you're okay Eric!"

After a long-ass apology, you and Eric make up.

A month has gone by, and Eric has gotten so much better, he rarely ever drinks now, and when he does, it's in reasonable proportions. You've finally gotten your boyfriend, the love of your life, back.

You sit on your bed as Eric walks in, he leans down and he gives you a kiss, "Thank you Y/N, thank you for saving me, I don't know where I'd be without you. I'd probably be dead in the chasm or some shit. Your love saved me thank you!"

"I love you Eric, I love you so much," you say with tears in your eyes.

"I love you too Y/N."

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