Stumble Across the Fire (Divergent Eric fanfic)

Secrets

I make it back to our apartment that night, after finishing initiate training for the day, and I lock the deadbolt, which I never do. Eric probably doesn't even have his keys, which is a good thing for me. But, knowing him, he's caught up in his leadership shit or out drinking. Or at supper, because I skipped supper for tonight, and the clock reads only 8pm. He is usually pretty responsible since we started dating, but who the fuck knows what is going on in his head anymore?

I stand by the door for awhile, hoping for Eric to come running to me, saying how sorry he is, but my wishes are crushed. I am met with bone-chilling silence, which is louder than the Dauntless dining hall at maximum capacity. The silence is swallowing me whole.

I run to the bathroom to escape my thoughts, doing my regular routine. I shut the bathroom door, intending on getting ready for bed, but instead I sink to the floor and ball my eyes out. I haven't cried since I became a Dauntless member, but I guess it was just my turn to snap. Stupid baby hormones.

How could Eric do this? He touches another girl, he digs up my traumatizing past, and then he fucks off and doesn't even try to make it better. Who the fuck is he? This is so not the man I fell in love with.

And on top of everything, he is hunting Divergent's, me! Ugh, this is killing me, and the baby is probably loving this too. Note the sarcasm?

Oh fuck, I still haven't told Eric about his baby. I went to the infirmary this week, and found out I'm six months along, same as Blake. The doctor offered to sex the baby, but I don't want to know, in case something happens and I lose the baby.

I'm not showing a lot, which is lucky, but if Eric saw me shirtless long enough, he would know something's up. He knows my body like the back of his own fucking hand. How I missed my own pregnancy for this long is beyond me, but I guess I just assumed I was bloated and gaining weight from not being in training anymore.

"Ari, baby, I need to talk to you." Eric says through the bathroom door, making me jump. I didn't even hear him come in. He needs to leave, before I do something I will surely regret.

"Get the fuck out of here, I don't want to see you!" I yell through the door, trying my best to hide my sobs.

"Arielle, I want to talk to you about something, please baby." Eric says kindly through the door, and I slam my fist on the door. That hurt a little more than I thought it would.

"You are a fucking asshole! How could you do that to me?!" I scream at him, and the door opens, despite my body being against it.

I stand up quickly, and when Eric's body is in full view, all I see is red. I smash my fists against his chest, releasing all my anger with these soft, petty punches. He doesn't even try to stop me, he just lets me vent, take out all my anger on him and not someone else. But oddly enough, this doesn't satisfy me as much. Eric grabs my wrists after a while, stopping me from punching him more.

"Arielle, enough, you'll hurt the baby." Eric says loudly, and I freeze.

"What are you talking about?" I ask him, hoping I could play the dumb card, but he sees right through, as always. He may not be Candor, but this man is wired like a bloody lie detector.

"Don't play stupid. You fucking suck at lying, so I enlisted Four to help me check the cameras to see where you went last week. There are no cameras in the infirmary, but you walking in like normal, and out with your hands protectively over your stomach. And you have the bump Arielle. I'm not stupid, how long have you known?" He asks, and I shake my head at him.

"You have no right coming in here and pinning everything on me! You were the one that fucked up majorly today! You had your hands all over another girl, and you threw her over the Chasm! You knew how much that fucking scared me Eric, and you did it anyway! And then, if you knew I was pregnant, you didn't come and fucking check on me after! Like, what the fuck?! I am the mother of your baby, and your partner, and you were too selfish and egotistical to see if I was okay! Where did this new man come from?! You've been acting different ever since I found those fucking papers!" I yell, and my hands fly up to cover my mouth, instantly wishing I could take my last sentence back. Shit.

 "What papers?" Eric asks suspiciously, and I just stare at him, refusing to answer. Shit, shit shit! "Arielle, what papers?!" He asks again, raising his voice.

"The plans about destroying the Divergent and Abnegation! I was looking for my pocket calendar, and I opened the wrong drawer. Why wouldn't you tell me that? We've been together for almost a year, we are supposed to tell each other shit like this!"

"Wanna talk about shit?! You kept hidden the fact that you are pregnant with our baby, Arielle! How is that fair?!" He shouts back at me.

"I'm not helping in the slaughter of an entire faction!" I scream, and this silences him. He looks angry, hurt, sad, and worried all at the same time. Angry at me for challenging him, and yelling back. Hurt for me accusing him of being a murderer. Sad because we have lost so much trust between us today. And worried for my life and our baby's.

"How long have you known about the baby?" Eric asks lowly, dangerously.

"Not nearly as long as you have been involved in this mass murder plot! How long have you been meeting with Jeanine, huh? Conspiring with the ultimate sadist!"

"You're way in over your head, Arielle! You have no idea what you're talking about!" Eric screams back at me.

"Then why don't you take the time to fucking explain it to me?!" I scream at him. He stares at me, and keeps his mouth closed. Once again, I am getting this feeling of wanting to strangle him.

We stay like this for a couple minutes, staring each other down, waiting for one or the other to say something, anything, and when I know Eric is all out of words, I scoff.

"I'm going to sleep in my bed, you are not welcome to sleep with me." I tell him, and brush past him, heading for the bedroom.

"Arielle, wait, please." He asks, and I pause right before entering the bedroom.

"What?" I snap irritably.

"I never asked to be dragged into this." He tells me, desperate to make up with me.

"Yeah, and neither did we." I tell him, referring to the baby and I. I shut the door behind me, and just before my head hits the pillow, I hear Eric's fist connect with the wall.

I was so sad writing this chapter :( 

What's going to happen with Eric and Arielle now? Everything is out in the open now, and the tension is so thick!!

Stick with me lovelies, this is all for the sequel!!