A Collection of Odds & Ends

Ginger Snaps (Eric - Divergent)

Another prompt this one was: "After everything you did, you're asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?"

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Ginger glared at him in total disbelief, how was this even possible? Had he lost his damn mind?

Arms across her chest, she stood toe to toe with the slightly taller man. His large, tattooed arms were crossed over his toned chest and his nostrils flared slightly. His steel blue eyes were fixed on her, but she wasn't budging. No way.

The apartment they stood in was a war zone, the usual well kept and clean decor was ripped apart. There was a mess of clothing thrown around, picture frames smashed on the floor, a hole resided in the kitchen, and the most obvious a chair flipped and a pillow ripped apart. To say Eric had lost it would be an understatement.

"What were you thinking?" Ginger scolded him with a death glare. "Eric, you ripped my home apart. What did this accomplish?"

"You were with him, after I told you not to go near him." Eric gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched.

"With him? Eric we work together, I have to talk to him. You're such an asshole." She muttered out the last bit.

"I have repeatedly told you, you're mine and be damned if I will have you whoring yourself out to everyone in this compound." Eric scoffed, his shoulders were tensing up again. The murderous look on his face suggested he wanted to hit or throw something. For the sake of her wall, she hoped neither happened.

"I'm yours?" She blinked at him. "Nobody, especially not you, owns me. Nobody, especially not you, will ever own me. I'm not a piece of property, I am a fucking human being. From now on, you're going to treat me as such."

"Careful, you don't want to be playing with fire. Get too cocky and not even Daddy will be able to help." Eric warned, lifting his chin trying to heighten himself. He had a hard time towering over Ginger, when she was almost his height.

"I'm not playing with anything, Eric. I want to be treated like a person. I'm not property, which means I can come and go as I please. I can speak to whoever I want, and you will not dictate my life." Ginger lectured him. "Now, clean this mess up."

If she backed down, Eric won. She hated it when Eric won.

If this is what happened simply because she spoke to a co-worker, then Eric has more issues than she could have ever imagined. Leader or not, boyfriend of not, breaking into her apartment and trashing it was not something Ginger was going to stand for. If he had an issue, he should have came to her first. Logically, Eric knew this.

"I'm not cleaning this." Eric shook his head at her. "Not until you apologize."

"Apologize for what?" Ginger scoffed in sheer disbelief. "I'm not apologizing for talking to someone I work with."

"Apologize for going off on me." Eric demanded, his eyes locked on her. "You have no right to speak to me that way."

"Excuse me?" She wanted to slap him, to knock some sense into that thick skull of his. "After everything you did, you're asking me to apologize for snapping at you once?"

This was a new low even for Eric. She had done nothing wrong, defending herself was in no way a crime, nor did it call for an apology. She had snapped, if that is what you could call it, because he had pushed her to it. She was sick of Eric and his bullshit. Ever since she had agreed to be his girlfriend, this macho jealousy thing was going too far.

"Well?" Eric prompted.

"Well what? I'm not apologizing, because I didn't do anything wrong. Now, Eric, you can clean my apartment or I can go to Max and tell them what a dick you're being." A smug smirk crossed her lips. He wouldn't dare use her father's position against him. Would she? "You don't want to be stuck babysitting transfers for the rest of your life, do you?"