Trust Me, I'm Lying|| Eric Coulter

Understand You

Q&A
Do you gotta bae? Or nah?
Nah
Song Recommendation:
Phone Down, Lost Kings ft Emily Warren
Zarah's POV:
I didn't manage to escape. Eric caught me that night and beat me to the point where I had to stay in my room, completely hidden by everyone.
When he caught me he grabbed me by the throat and choked me so I couldn't even let out so much of a squeak. What followed was so traumatising.
He smothered me with the pillow in order to silence my cries and crushed my ribcage with his knee so I couldn't escape. Over and over again he beat me till I choked on my own blood.
I could barely open my eyes the next morning let alone speak. For 2 whole days I starved myself because I was unable to swallow or open my mouth.
There was so much blood. The pillow that he used to suffocate me had an outlining of my face made from my blood and tears. The white walls were stained with my blood and my clothes were torn beyond repair.
The thing that killed me inside is the fact that the following morning he looked at me as though he didn't beat me unconscious. He looked at me like he didn't almost kill me. He looked at me like my face wasn't puffy and blue from the bruises that he'd put on my face.
The bruises have faded and the swelling has gone down meaning that I can actually show my face for the first time since our arrival. Placing on a bit of concealer just to cover up the faint bruising that could raise questions I put on a fake smile and muster up the courage to face the faces of my loved ones and my demons.
Just as I twist the door knob a suspicious case file captures my attention. Unlike the others this one was out of place. It wasn't stacked neatly, instead it was left wide open for the entire world to see.
Checking to see I the coast is clear I let my curiosity get the better of me and start leafing through the case file.
What I see stings me to the bones.
Photos of me. My information. My details of birth. My families details. Everything single thing about my life right here in this case file.
I feel so exposed. Eric has looked into my life, it's almost as though he has violated my own personal sanctuary. He now knows everything about me.
What my step father did to me. What is done to others. Every single thing that's wrong with me he knows. He knows how I function, and he can use it all against me.
The door opens and the second I see a big muscly arm covered with a maze tattoo I grab the case file and throw it at him. 
"You looked into my records?!" I scream not caring who cares at this point.
"I have every right" his reply is so calm it infuriates me.
"No, you don't. If you look into my records then I have just as much reason to look into yours" I reply crossing my arms across my chest.
Even after what he did to me 4 nights ago I won't give him the pleasure of seeing me weak. I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he's broken me.
"Oh really? And why may I ask would you want to do that?" He challenges me stepping closer making me tremble only slightly out of fear. 
"Because I want to understand you" I say calmly running my hands along his biceps.
"You'll never understand. You're nothing but a selfish spoilt little brat that always get everything. You don't fucking care about anyone but yourself" he hisses pushing aside so hard I fall to the ground.
I hurriedly pick myself up off of the ground. This bastard might think he knows me so well, but I'm going to cut him so deep he'll wish he'd never ever made that claim.
"8 years old I had my left ear nailed to a podium, age 9 I received 10 lashes. Every punishment that would be handed out to a kid that didn't deserve it I would take their place. But sure you're right, I am nothing but a spoilt little brat that only cares about herself"
He's speechless. His mouth opens to say something, but closes it immediately after. Nothing he could possibly say would be able to patch up what's happened here. He's just received a healthy dosage of his own medicine.
Gosh how I wish I could muster up the strength or let alone will power to beat him unconscious, but leaving him to liner in his own guilt is so much better.
But he may not really care, which doesn't really bother me. I've gotten my thoughts out and he's heard it. If he's heeded it or not, means absolutely nothing to me.
"I'm leaving, don't expect me back anytime soon" I state not caring if he cares or not.
Grabbing an already pre packed bag I dash down the stairs and run out to one of the sitting combat trucks. Eric and my father try to call me back, but I start the truck and drive off before he can make it to the vehicle. Leaving him behind in the dust I let out a sigh of relief.
Finally I'm out of that wretched house. If I was in there for another second I might have just offed myself.
"Rebel stop the truck!" Thaddeus  voice startles me making me bring  the  truck to a violent halt.
Jumping out of the truck I walk around to the back and pull my brother by the hair.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
"I slept in the truck" he screams in pain scrambling around trying to escape from my grasp.
"Who in their right mind even sleeps in a truck?!" My arm grows weak so I release his hair and let his head slam onto the boarders of the truck.
"We do" he rubs his head in pain.
"We?...you've gotta be kidding me"
I roll my eyes as more boys reveal themselves from underneath the tarp that's draped behind the back of the truck.
Four, Peter & Ken all groan in pain and grope their stomach as the try to take handle of the current situation. Their eyes are a light shade of pink and they smell like they lit up an entire marijuana plantation. Beneath the tarp that they slept beneath are half eaten packed of chips, various chocolate wrappers, 2 six packs of red bull and an entire months collection of playboy magazines.
I remember once asking what boys do with their spare time, I don't really want to know anymore.
Ken tugs at my shirt and puls me down close enough so I can smell his horrid morning breath "Do us a favour and drive down to the Lancaster run down warehouse would you?"
Must be where they're hiding out.
No one has lived in the Lancaster house for years, but our family still goes and cleans it in order to keep it in top shape just in case something bad happens and we're forced out of our own home. It's located in the woods just outside of Dauntless.
It's almost like a miniature castle. Full on hardwood floors and 5 functioning bathrooms each holding a bathtub, standup shower, toilet and one of those toilets that shoots water up your ass. It's 3 stories with it's own green house out the back.
Ken and I fully renovated the entire place and lived their for a few months before the choosing ceremony. I was hoping to move into it when I got older and settled down, but thanks to the situation I'm in now, I don't think I'll be going back there anytime soon. Or ever again.
"You boys are so stupid" I laugh shoving Ken off of me "Come on, jump inside I want to hear about this story"
One by one each of them pile into the truck and tell the story of what they choose to be the best night ever.
So according to the boys, Thaddeus supplied the weed and spiked the red bull with ecstasy. Where he or the drugs from is beyond me.
And eventually they found their way home and slept in the house because they didn't want to wake anyone up. How they managed to get the truck home without killing themselves in the process is beyond me.
**
The days gone by in the blink of an eye and believe me when I say, it's so fucking boring. It's so boring all I can think about is being bored. I'll probably shoot myself out of boredom. Just kidding, I may be suicidal but I'm not crazy. Or maybe I am.
Between the time we arrived to now we've managed to eat everything in the house, clean the entire house top to bottom (thanks to boredom), do the gardening outside (which consists of; weeding, cutting the grass and trimming the hedges)  and have 3 showers in total.
We managed to finish all of the chores, which usually takes Ken and I 4 days maximum to clean, within 5 hours. The sun hasn't even set and I want really want to sleep so this day can get lost.
Thaddeus left with the truck half and hour ago, leaving us with no source of transportation. Not like we were planning on leaving anytime soon.
The heavy footsteps climbing up the stairs startles all of us and forces us to get up and investigate the source of the noise.
"How bout a little party eh kids?" Thaddeus smiles holding 2 bags of alcohol.
Out of excitement I run downstairs. The room is dim and on the counter and table are kegs, chilly bins full of drinks and packets of chips, lollies and huge bowls of onion dip. A mixtape with various songs from the years before the war blasts on the radio and on the outside in a stage equipped with microphones and 7 inch speakers.
Those party is going to be epic.
"Let's get this motherfucker started!" Ken screams from the second floor balcony with a bottle of Picardy in his left hand and his shirt in his right hand as he swings it above his head like a helicopter.
**
Within an hour the house was full with Dauntless members and the non-stuck up Candour young adults. Word got out that it was a special party celebrating the collaboration of the two factions, but we made sure that the older generations didn't find out.
As I walk through the house searching for a free keg I adjust my clothes for the 100th time.  Since Dauntless basically has either sexy/slutty clothes or sporty clothes and no Inbetween, I'm walking sound the house in the sluttiest outfit I've ever seen before. Its not that bad, but I feel like a hoe wearing it.
The guys said I looked fine, and being the dumbass I am I listened to them.
On my feet I  wear tan timberlands with long black socks that stop a few inches beneath my knees. From my ass upwards I wear a pair of black high waist cheeky shorts showing the lips of my ass as I walk and also accentuates  my curves. On my chest I wear a  tight fitting plain black choker singlet shirt  that stops at my rib cage revealing a but took much of my oblique muscles. My hair is plaited into two French braids dropping onto my chest flawlessly. My lips are coated with black lipstick and my ears are bedazzle with black studded piercings.
It's actually a really comfy outift, the thing that makes me feel like a slut is the continuous whistles and guys hitting on me. And no matter how many times I tell them in not interested they keep pushing.
Back before I met Eric I would've been all over them, but now I'm attracted to hotheads with killer blue eyes, basically Eric.
That selfish asshole has ruined other guys for me!
Tipsy off my fifth glass of Picardy and coke I point myself in the direction of the stage. If there's one thing I'm awesome at when I'm drunk it's singing my ass off. All the kids in my year level back in Candour nicknamed me 'Magic' because they claim that I sound like magic. Those bitches must've been high when they heard  me sing, because I sound like a murder victim when I sing.
Instead of pussying out like a little bitch I smash my vocals on the stage and release my inner hoe. Grinding on any and every guy and shaking my sexy little ass to song like 'Yoncé/Partition', 'Work from home' and my all time favourite song 'Hold Up'.
Hell I even made out with Peter. The dude even took me up to my room and finger fucked me to the strongest orgasm ever. He's a whole never level of pleasure, if I had it my way I would've married him.  And before you judge me and call me a cheater keep in mind that Eric and I are not together, people say we're together but we're not, don't forget that.
But sadly I'm tied down to a Greek sex god with a temper worse than The Incredible Hulk himself and fist fucks himself while he talks because he loves the sound or his own voice.
**
The key to brining down your blood alcohol levels and get rid of all sorts of fun is simple. Eat half of a raw onion, rinse yourself off with water but don't wash yourself with soap because it'll show that you've done something so intense that you've needed to have a shower, and drink a whole bunch of coffee and water to make yourself less tipsy.
One by one each of us climb through an a open window of the prison that we're to stay at for the remainder of the trip and sneak back into out rooms.
Thankfully when I get up to my room Eric is busy having a shower to notice my arrival. Slipping myself into one of his plain black shirts and a pair of grey cotton panties I make myself comfortable on the bed.
The sheets are drenched in Eric's deodorant products and my Victoria's Secret perfumes making it smell like there was an orgy of pre teens right here. My head is still turning and my stomach is quite queasy, but all in all I'm feeling like $1,000.   
"I went looking for you, but I couldn't find you. Where'd you ago?" Eric's voice startles me almost making me piss my pants out of shock.
Calming myself I put on a brave face "I went into the woods to clear my head" I reply in a harsh monotone.
"What about your brothers?"
"I don't know" I roll my eyes in annoyance.
Getting out bed I hear towards a small pile of Eric and my clothes and start folding just to calm my nerves.
"I was at the party Rebel"
"Fine. I snuck out sue me" I snap throwing half folded t-shirt at his face.   
"What makes you think I wouldn't let you you go?"
"Would you let me go?"
"No" he replies his expression as blank as a piece of paper.
"Why am I not surprised?" I fake laugh throwing my hands in the air out if defeat.
"Where are you going?" He asks as I shove him to the side.
"To the bathroom" I reply with a  blunt tone of voice holding the door knob with a strong grip "Or do I need your permission for that too?" Before he can reply I slam the door on his face and and lock the door.
If he thinks he's going to control me he's got another thing coming.