Learning to Let Them In | Fourtris

Chapter 41

Tris's POV

"Wanna get out of here?"

I look around the crowded room of drunk people and nod. Eric takes my hand and leads me upstairs. We enter my room, and as soon as I shut the door, Eric spins me around and presses me roughly up against it.

"What are you doing?!" I exclaim, pushing him off. Instead of backing off like I thought he would, his look gets malicious and he pushes hard on my hip bones, making me yelp and drop my phone.

"C'mon. Let's not make this harder than it has to be," he sneers and starts to leave sloppy kisses all over my neck.

"Eric, stop! I'm not ready!" I yell and try to push him away again.

He smirks. "How cute. You actually think I care."

I feel my heart drop into my stomach and fear replaces it. Instead of blood, fear is now pumping through me. I stare wide-eyed at him, silently pleading for him to stop. I know I have no chance of stopping him by myself. He laughs at my helplessness and throws me to the ground.

I hit my head on the side of the bed, making me a bit dizzy for the time being.

I feel Eric crawl on top of me and start to kiss me again. I raise my arms and start pushing him off again, but he simply uses his own arms to pin mine down. He trails his kisses to my collar bone area then suddenly takes his arms off and slaps me - hard.

The slap makes me even more dizzy for a few minutes, and when I finally am able to come out of it, I see that my shirt is off and that he's currently working on my bra. I let out a shrill scream, hoping that someone will hear.

Eric snaps his head up and slaps me again. It's enough to shut me up, even though I don't want to. Then I suddenly feel a searing pain coming from my stomach. I scream out of instinct and look down. I see blood pooling out of a long and scraggly cut from my chest to the lower part of my rib cage.

"If you would've stayed quiet, this wouldn't have had to happen!" he yells and slaps me once more. I'm very disoriented now and can barely make out what anything is with the state I'm in. All I know is that if I don't do something to stop him soon, bad things will happen.

"Stop," I whimper helplessly.

He raises his lips up from my chest and I sigh in relief; that is, until his lips meet mine. His lips are rough and uninviting. I try to pull away, but that only makes him kiss me with more power, more force. He kisses me until I have trouble breathing. I desperately try to wriggle myself out of his grip, but it's to no avail.

I feel like I'm about to pass out from the lack of air when suddenly the lips become softer, warmer, more gentle, and I can finally breathe. I take a huge gulp of air and realize that I no longer feel Eric's lips on any part of me. But those were not Eric's lips that were soft and gentle...those lips were familiar.

"Tris, wake up."

I blink repeatedly to try and get my vision clear, and when it finally does, I see nobody in the room. I frown, confused. What happened to Eric?

"Wake up, Tris. Wake up."

I'm shaken lightly by what seems to be the air, and I gasp in pain when it disturbs the still bleeding wound on my stomach.

"It hurts," I whimper.

"It's just a dream, Tris. C'mon! Wake up!"

I close my eyes as lips gently land on mine again. They're only there briefly.

"Please wake up. If you can hear me, this is just a dream. Wake up."

I cover my wound as I listen. Just a dream?