Her once true love defects to Dauntless, abandoning her.
Penelope finds herself lonesome two years later. She has everything she could ask for, but nothing is fulfilling. That's until she comes across Charlie again. Old feelings are lost but somethi...
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PENELOPE laid under the blankets, curled up as Eric sat up. A pounding headache immediately took over, making him groan in annoyance. The headache was only the blame to his racing mind, along with flashbacks to last nights events. Blood, that was what he saw—all he saw.
He stumbled into the bathroom, barely making it to the sink, where he gripped the edge. His bruised knuckles screamed in pain as he held on tightly but not as much as the headache.
"Fuck," he whispered, shutting his eyes.
To take his mind off of those thoughts and the pain, he begin brushing his teeth. The toothbrush practically grinded against his teeth, leaving his gums feeling raw. When he washed his mouth out he saw specks of blood mixed with foam from the toothpaste. Just seeing that enraged him, prompting him to slam a fist down. When nothing happened, he slammed it against the wall, the sound echoing inside the bathroom.
He hadn't thought that well-through, because his knuckles instantly opened up, fresh blood starting to trickle down his hand.
"Eric?"
Penelope's sweet, melodic voice filled his ears, but he was too infuriated. Infuriated with himself. He knew that her presence would only make things worse, especially for her. If he didn't control his rage, Penny was at risk of being in the receiving end.
"Go back to sleep," he ordered loudly, grinding his teeth as he washed away the blood.
It was too late, though. He already picked up her soft footsteps slowly making their to where he was. Then, came a small yawn, possibly muffled by her hand.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly, her voice heavily laced with sleep.
Eric shut the water off, choosing to ignore her presence. But that was impossible, he was so tempted to take a furtive glance her way. Penelope stood by the doorway, one hand on her hip and the other cradling her head. She was clearly tired, still, but he knew she would be reluctant on going back to bed. Even with her messy hair and heavy eyes, mostly due to exhaustion, she looked beautiful in his eyes. But he saw as her eyes shifted down to his hand.
Her eyes widened at the sight of his bleeding hand. She immediately stumbled inside, sleep slowly leaving her, her senses more alarmed. Eric didn't appear too happy at her proximity, only turning his back on her. With a thought in mind, she trailed her hands up his scarred back. That always calmed him, she knew it.
"I told you to go back to sleep," he muttered, feeling himself succumbing to her touch.
She unknowingly pressed a light kiss to his back, his muscles tensing under her lips.
"I thought you broke something, and I see your hand proves my suspicions right."
Eric shook his head, furiously wrapping a hand towel around his knuckles. His teeth gritted as pain surged through his hand, accompanying the continuous headache.
