Eric's pov
I can feel his eyes on me, I know he's suspicious and the part of me that is still in love with him wants to admit that Emmett is trying to find a way to escape, but so far; the part of me that feels betrayed is holding strong. I close my eyes when another wave of pain shoots through my stomach, though fortunately not as bad as the first one from yesterday.
"So the symptoms have started already."
I didn't reply even though I could feel his eyes narrow at me angrily.
"You're going to stop being so childish, and talk to me, Eric."
Shaking my head, I turned my back on him. He erased my memories and tricked me into falling in love with him and now he wants to act like nothing ever happened?! He wants to just go on like he's still my hero?!
"Don't turn your back on me, boy!"
"L-Leave me alone . . . I-I hate you."
I heard him moving closer and flinched when his hands clutched my naked shoulders.
"You don't mean that."
"Yes I do . . . I hate you . . . I hate you . . . I hate you!"
He jerked me around, smashing his lips against mine, smirking when after a few minutes of struggling I surrendered to him. Pulling away, he smiled down at me as he stroked my face with gentle fingers.
"I knew you were lying, if you hated me, your body wouldn't have given in so easily."
I pushed away from him to put space between us and his smile faded away.
"You trained my body to surrender to you with the smallest touch, but my heart . . . you shattered that with your own hands."
He was about to say something, but I shook my head and he stayed silent.
"You're right, I am still in love with you . . . the you that saved me and healed me, but he doesn't really exist, does he?"
"I didn't come here to fight with you or explain myself. I want to know what you're up to."
"I-I don't know what you're_________."
"I'm not stupid Eric, I know you've been talking to Emmett and I know he's told you to behave while he finds a way to escape. What is he planning?"
"I-I don't know . . . It . . . It doesn't matter, as long as whatever he's planning helps me get away from you."
To my surprise, Mar . . . he didn't say anything, instead he turned and hurried out of the room, locking the door behind him. I walked over to my bed, sitting on it and once again tried to contact Emmett, but just like he had for the past few days; he refused to respond to me and I could feel myself fighting back the urge to cry. Maybe Emmett was wrong, he claimed that I have all this strength, but I can't stop myself from breaking down . . . maybe that's why he won't respond to me.
'That's not true, Eric.'
I jumped at the unexpectedness of his voice and quickly opened our connection.
'W-Where have you been, Emmett? I've been trying to contact you, but you refused to speak to me . . . I thought that___________.'
'I can't risk him learning what I'm doing or he'll keep us from escaping.'
'I never asked, but is it true am I carrying his pups?'
'Yeah, I'm sorry Eric.'
'How . . . How many?'
'Three.'
'Should I . . . hate them?'
'Of course not! I know it's unnatural, but these pups are a part of you . . . a part of us, we need to do everything in our power to protect them.'
