Burning With the Fire (Eric Divergent Fanfic)

Spitting Match

***Eric's POV***

    "Arielle, if Eric ever finds out I left his mother there, he'd kill me. I hate the feeling it gives me, and every time I look at him or his sisters, my gut just twists up and I can't help but think back to what happened, what I could've done." Four's voice shakes, but it takes everything in me to not fly up and seethe in anger at Four, and my girlfriend.

    And Four is right about one thing, I'm going to fucking kill him. He left my mother to fucking die alone. I can't imagine what would have happened if I didn't find her...

    "Tobias... I'm so sorry." What the fuck?!

    Sorry?! She's sorry for him?! He didn't even fucking die! MY MOM died, not Four, my mom. How is she not defending her, or me? I love Arielle, and she doesn't even have the decency to defend her partner.

    The cool sterling silver burns against my chest, where it has laid for the past month. I was planning to purpose, but now, with my mom gone and Arielle keeping vital information from me, I'm not so sure it will be leaving me any time soon. It will continue to hide, and pierce a hole in my chest.

    "I don't know how to tell him, Elle. I can't keep that from him." Tobias states.

    You better fucking believe it, but hey, guess what? I fucking know everything now.

    "Give him a couple days. He is healing with his sisters, he needs this time. I'll try to ease him into it, but he is unpredictable when he is hurt." Arielle knows me so well, that part is true, but she is wrong about keeping this from me.

    This information is going to give my sisters and I some much needed closure. I may have held my mother as she died, but I wouldn't have known how she died or who killed her, or why, if my baby girl hadn't woke up Arielle and I.

    I am almost certain Arielle must have been under the impression that I was still asleep. She wouldn't be letting Tobias talk and rant this freely otherwise, especially regarding my mother's death. But little does she know that I have the built in parent instinct as well. It has always been said that mothers get a built-in detector when they bare children to detect stress or discomfort, but it was never said that a father gets it too. Here I am!

    "What's her name?" Four asks Arielle, referring my daughter. I don't want that piece of shit anywhere near my little girl, but then again, I'm supposed to be asleep. I need to calm the fuck down...

    "Jenevieve Elizabeth Aria." Arielle replies, and I hear her footsteps approach, followed by the soft sound of her placing our baby in her cot. She sits on her side of the bunk, near Jen's crib.

    "Sophisticated and powerful. I wouldn't expect anything less." I hear Four chuckle, and his footsteps fade away.

    Arielle lies next to me, but she remains still, and her breathing patterns continue to change.

    I'm not sure why she isn't sleeping, but it isn't settling well with me, no matter how mad I am.

    I decide to get back to sleep, because I have no idea what tomorrow is going to bring.

    ***

    The next morning when I wake up, everyone in my family is gone. Arielle must have decided to let me sleep because of yesterday. As much as I am grateful for it, I'm still livid with her.

    I turn over in my bed, and grey clouds pouring sheets of rain over the gloomy city I call home. I roll over, making my way to the window. As warm and resourceful as the sun is, I am currently finding comfort in this rainstorm, likely due to my grieving mood.

    I sit on the window sill, and pine over my situation with Arielle. My mother wanted me to take care of her, and I will do that until my last dying breath, but I'm not sure I like the ever-growing hurdles that we have to jump over to be okay.

    Relationships are work, well, at least if you want them to last. But I don't remember them being this much work. Arielle and I have been putting our all's into this, for each other's sakes, and for our daughter. But how much more do we have to suffer before we can't do it anymore? Arielle is the love of my life, but if we can't stop hurting each other, how will any of this be worth it?

    "Hey..." The redhead herself cuts into my thoughts, and I can't help the involuntary jump my body does, reacting to her voice.

    "Hi." I reply sourly, looking back to the window.

    "How are you feeling?" She asks, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

    "Great. It's always good to know my girlfriend is hiding shit from me." The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. I glance at her, and her eyes are wide, like a deer in headlights.

    "Eric, I-"

    "I heard you and Four last night. I know all about it. Why would you plan on keeping it from us, Arielle?" I challenged, and Arielle begins looking around the room, as if the walls would give her an explanation. When she finds her suitable answer, her eyes meet mine, ready to fight back.

    "I wanted to give you time to process your mother's death! I didn't want to spill more grief over your head, especially your sisters. I wasn't doing it to be a bitch, Eric. I would never keep anything like that from you." She explains. Arielle sounds reasonable, but I can't help but feel like she was doing it to cover Four's ass.

    "You weren't doing it to cover for Four?" I prod, digging myself deeper and deeper. As soon as I think she is about to spit back at me a heavy no, she hesitates. "No..." I murmur, and her eyes snap up to mine, regret and guilt is obviously etched into her features.

    "Eric, I know how you are when you are upset. Of course I was watching over you and your sisters-" Arielle begins to ramble, but I've heard enough.

    "You were doing it to protect him, Arielle! Don't lie to me!" I roar, and her eyes look fearful, but as quickly as it appeared, a fire takes its place in her eyes.

    "I never lied to you! YES, I covered for Tobias, but NO, it was NOT only to protect him! I will ALWAYS protect you! I love you more than life itself and you and our daughter will always be at the top of my priority list! You are so fucking impulsive, just like right now, so that is why I was going to hold back for a couple days! Are you happy? Do you think I'm still lying to you?!" She fumes at me, and all I can do is look to the floor, biting my tongue to keep myself from saying something I may regret.

    When I don't speak, she huffs and leaves the dormitories. I watch her walk away, and decide against going after her.

    We both need time to breathe, or punch something.

    The latter sounds like the best option for me right now.

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