Trust Me, I'm Lying|| Eric Coulter

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(Hey guys praying that my writing will improve sometime throughout the story. Thoughts so far. How are y'all liking it xox)
Zarahs POV:
Letting out a small squeak I find myself bouncing into midair.
A trampoline? I think a little pre warning would've been handy. I can't believe this!!! And here I was thinking I was going to die. Fucking Eric would it have killed him to tell me that I wasn't going to die.
I let out a a loud sigh of relief I wipe away the tears from my eyes. No not crying tears just the tears you get in your eyes when you open your eyes and let wind get into it. Ya know the kind you get in your eyes when you're falling to your death!
I find myself rolling to the side and  go into an immediate panic mode. I fall into the big arms of a complete stranger and wrap my arms around the back of his neck for dear life.
The smell of men's cologne lingers off of his clothes and sting the hairs of my nostrils. It's like a grenade of men's cologne went off and he was right in the middle of it.
"Huh this is a new one. Usually it's a that guy would jump first, but  there's always a first for everything" his voice sounding insanely familiar.
Dropping me to my feet I immediately brush off the imaginary dust off of my clothes. 
"We'll tha- Thaddeus" my heart stops for a split second at the sight of my brother.
His haunting green eyes crushes my soul. He has tattoos on his body which stops along his neck followed by snakebites and medium spacers in his earlobes. For those that don't know him well enough would  see him at first glance and think he's a lost cause. But no matter how hard he tries to change who his is he will always be my stupid snot nose Virgin brother. 
"Rebel? What are you doing here?" His voice full of anger as he crushes my arms within his grasp.
"You're smart enough to figure that one out" I reply tearing my arm from his grasp.
He tries to speak but I leave him and his pathetic words behind me. Once I have great distance between him I finally let out a loud sigh of relief. On the of my peripheral I catch a glimpse of my brother once again, but this time he wants me to follow. Only because I'm not too keen on getting my ass kicked on the first day I heed his order unenthusiastically following him in the direction of a big chalkboard.
"Do you want to change your name or what?" he asks trying to hold down the anger which is growing within him. 
"I'll stick with Zarah" I reply ignoring any sort of contact with him.
"Are you sure?" He replies not sounding convinced.
"Why did I say?!" I snap at him not being able to keep my emotions down anymore.
Silence falls amongst the crowds as we unintentionally draw the crowds attention onto the both of us. Giving him the dirtiest look I can possibly pull together he rolls his eyes and shoves me to the side like a side chick.
"First jumper Zarah!!" He yells.
Grabbing my hand he leads me down a hallway towards a large crowd of what I can only assume are other initiates. "You'll always Rebel to me princess" he whispers into my ear like a sexual sadist.
Thaddeus had the honours of giving me my middle name, and out of all the names in the world he chose 'Rebel'. According to my parents it was his favourite word. I personally believe he was able to predict the future. Not to brag or anything but I am quite a rebel myself. The only people that have ever called me Rebel in my entire life are Thaddeus and Kendrick because they were the only ones that could get away with it.
Before I could come up with a good enough comeback I'm interrupted by the sound of Kendrick calling my name.
"Rebel!!" His voice echoes throughout the building.
With no questions asked I run into his big strong arms. Him holding me it feels as though nothing can hurt me. It's almost like he's the shield that can hide me from everything.
He lets out a loud sigh before loosening his grasp. I don't know why but I wish that he could hold me in his arms forever.
Pushing him away from me I position myself properly so that I can see his face. His dark brown eyes stare into mine. Finally giving in to the awkward staring session I break out into a fit of laughter.
"What's so funny?" Tyree asks as she wraps her arms around the both of us for a group hug.
"Kendricks face"
"You didn't you hear the news?" She asks.
Suspense begins to build up between us and I finally break.
"Tell me!" I command shaking her frantically.
"It's Ken now Rebel" Kendrick speaks up sounding like a little posh prince. 
I squeeze Tyrees hand tightly as I struggle to fight back the wave of laughter.
I know he's being serious but out of all names Ken really? It sounds like something that well...Ken seriously?!
"Well Ken I guess Barbie won't be very far behind" I blurt out.
Grabbing my stomach I fall on the floor in pure hysterics.
He really screwed the pooch on that one. Or should I say screwed the poodle.
Am I supposed to be supportive right now? Meh fuck it the kid has stuck to calling himself Ken for life. Now is the time to crack as much Ken and Barbie jokes as often as possible. He should've thought about the consequences before naming himself Ken.
"Zarah come on be nice...... Barbie's probably somewhere nearby. Poor thing she's probably ruined her makeup because you embarrassed her" Tyrew blurts falling on the floor alongside me.
I look up at Ken who looks highly unamused I roll my eyes before watching as Beatrice walks in our direction. Staggering to my feet I wipe the tears of joy from my eyes before greeting her.
"Hey Beatrice" I basically shout before embracing her with a hug.
"It's just Tris now" she mumbles.
"Now will you look at that Kenny boy you're not the only one that got your name changed" Sounding like a gossiping mother I pat Ken on the shoulder softly.
Rolling his eyes he steps to the side slightly making me loose balance in my footing.
"Guys this is Tris, Tris this is Tyree and Ken my two life long friends. Tyree and soon to be Malibu Barbie Housewife be nice to Tris I like her okay?"
"Yes mum. Geez you make it sound like we're such a mean group of people" Tyree moans as she crosses her arms across her chest.
"That's because we are genius do you not remember any of the times others have tried to join our group?" Ken interrupts pushing her to the side like a rag doll.
Tris stands in silence her face looking both amused and utterly confused at the same time. Giving her a pat on the back I leave her to get better acquainted with Ken. I grab Tyree and intertwine my arm with hers. As we slowly make our way through the room the crowd slowly begins to grow. The smell of persume, men's cologne and body odour surrounds me and I can feel myself feeling like throwing up.
On a small platform stands a small figure. Short light brown hair with what looks like a tattoo on the back of his neck.
Behind him I see Thaddeus and Eric chatting away like a couple of jocks.
Turning to face the crowd his beautiful light brown eyes land onto mine. Giving me a sweet smile he turns his focus onto the rest of the crowd.
Must be one of the leaders. And they say that the Dauntless leaders are scary. I'm calling bullshit on that. This is my kind of place.
"Alright listen up!! My name is Four I'll be supervising you all. You've already met Eric you'll also be meeting Max one of your other leaders too. Thaddeus and Ryan will also be supervising you in your training as well. Throughout your training you will be challenged mentally and also physically. You will be pushed to your breaking point and learn to overcome your fears. We start tomorrow at 6am sharp. As for now go to your rooms and settle in" walking away like that didn't just happen the crowd automatically turns into a pack of wilder beast. 
6am? Really dude? I can never get up before noon. I guess this isn't my kind of place. I guess I'll just have to get Ken or someone to wake me up in the morning. Ugh this is going to be tough.
After walking up what felt like 10,000 flights of stairs I find my way to my room. Unlocking the door I'm greeted by a cool breeze.
The walls are painted white almost an asylum kind of theme to it. At the back of the room is another door that most likely leads to the bathroom. Pressed up against the wall right next to a big window is a double mattress bed. And in the left corner pressed against the wall is a small
Dressing table.
So this must be what Hotel California is like. Better than nothing at least I have a nice big bed. And damn look at this view.
Sitting on the rock hard bed I admire the beautiful view from my room. White peace birds dip and swoop through the wind like a pair of kites. On a big field lies a singular willow tree. The sweet orange colours of the sun kiss the dark patches of shadows like a mother kisses her child to sleep.
Walking over to the small dressing table I open the drawers to find new clothing along with what looks like my stuff from home.
This is weird we're not allowed to bring anything from home. How did it get here? Creepy.
Grabbing out the Dauntless uniform I slide the drawer shut. Yes this outfit fits perfect. Not too tight and not too baggy. Besides the fact that it's black. Gosh I know I enjoy black but I need some sort of break within the colours.
Finally tying my hair into a high pony tail. I examine my outfit in the mirror. The pure awesomeness of my outfit makes me jump like a little child out of excitement.
What do I do now?? It's not like they told us we had to be somewhere. Meh sleep time.
Diving onto the brick like bed I roll around in pain.
Oh fuck bad idea. Oh fuck this fucking hurts! Why is this bed so hard?!
Slowly the sleep that I've been craving since this morning sweeps over me.
'Knock, knock, knock'
"Enter!!" I moan as I wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
"Rebel why are you sleeping it's time to eat" Ken basically screams as he pulls me out of bed.
"I thought Barbie had you on a vegetarian diet??" I joke still half asleep.
"Well the Mrs isn't here so...." Staring at him in stunned silence I roll my eyes finally admitting defeat.
"It's not funny when I play along is it??"
"No" I moan shoving him away from me.
We walk side by side his big arms resting on my shoulders. Every once and a while he'll crack a dry joke but I can't help but laugh. His jokes are super stupid but you can't help but laugh at how awesome he thinks it is.
Making a sharp left we stop dead in our tracks. Immediately I throw his arm off my shoulders and stand at attention.
The scent of men's aftershave lingering off of his body like the stench of a decomposing body. I watch in fear as his blue eyes slowly undress me.
God give me strength.
"Where do you think you're going?" Eric commands stepping into my personal space.
His hot breath on my skin makes the hairs on my body stand upright. The smell of cinamon and mint lingers off of him causing a wave of anxiety to surge throughout my body.
"We were just going t-"
"I wasn't asking you!" Eric snaps cutting off Ken midway in his sentence.
Closing the gap between us he examines me carefully. His body against mine makes me want to throw up right here and now. Brushing a piece of hair from my face at the back of my ear he rests his huge hand on my right cheek.
"I was asking her" he whispers sounding like a complete psychopath.
I try to speak but nothing comes out. After all these years taking has come so easily to me but right here right now there's nothing.
Holy shit come on Zarah say something. Oh shit oh fuck I'm dead. Come on Zarah say something anything!!!!!
Suddenly his attention focuses on the completely dumbfounded Ken. Without saying a word Ken gives me a pitiful look before running off.
Kendrick Alexander Miles if I do survive this I will personally beat your ass.
Taking this opportunity to make a run for it I push away. Before I can take a step his big hand wraps around my wrists pulling me back to his chest. Usually I'd love a mans touch. But sadly this isn't the kind of guy I'm attracted to. Snaking his right arm around my back he pulls me in closer to his so the are lips are merely inches away from each other.
"What's your name?" He asks softly his eyes locked on mine.
"Zarah Rebel Fierce" I mumble looking away from his big blue eyes in fear.
"Fierce? That makes sense"
Huh? Now I'm confused. Oh yea that's right Thaddeus. But then knowing Addie he wouldn't tell this guy about his family. Or would he? I'm terrible I barely know my own brother.
"Rebel!" The sound of Thaddeus's voice echoing throughout the hallway brings a ping of hope to my heart.
Releasing me immediately I run into the arms of my brother. Never in my life have I ever been so happy to see him.
"I knew those green eyes looked familiar" an evil smirk forms on Eric's face.
"I guess you could say it's a family thing" Thaddeus replies.
He's not lying our family are the only ones in our faction that have green eyes. It's cool because it means the we're unique like a unicorn. Not looking amused in any way Eric rolls his eyes and disappears into the darkness.
"Are you okay?" Thaddeus asks as we walk in the direction of the feeding hall.
"I didn't need to come and save me. I'm old enough to look after myself" I reply quickly moving myself out from his reach.
"Whatever you do Rebel don't let him get under your skin"
And with that warning he leaves me alone with my BestFriends anger, sadness and anxiety.
Don't let him get under my skin? More like don't let him scare the shit out of you. It's going to take a miracle and about two weeks of mental training to stop him from getting under my skin.