A 'Divergent' Escape

Part 8

A/N - Here's Part 8, enjoy...

This chapter is dedicated to dauntlesskd, not because they were closest (as no one really was) but instead because I really liked their idea.

SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! Just started 6th form and I've been so busy - stick with the story, it's gets even better.

Btw - longest chapter yet (23 and 1/2 word document pages)

Drama is soon to unfold...

{.....CHRISTINA'S POV.....}

Entering Eric's, what seems to be quite a large and spacious, office reluctantly, I close the door carefully behind me; not daring to make any unnecessary noise or movement just in case he went all crazy on me.

You never knew with Eric...

Taking in my surroundings, I see a large desk sat proudly in the middle of the room and behind it rests the largest but comfy-looking armchair I have ever seen in my entire life; a large man-shaped dint moulded perfectly into the cushions. On the wall at the rear is a large floor to ceiling bookshelf, full to the brim with old fashioned, posh looking books; all of them covered in a thick layer of dust. They must have belonged to whoever owned this office before, as Eric, well he doesn't exactly look like the sort of person that spends his free time flicking through a classic Jane Austen novel. He also has a coffee machine, a television, a couch and a few filing cabinets dotted around the room filling up some of the empty space.

Pretty nice place...not that I'm going to tell him that

I conceal my shaking hands behind me as I stand before him, being sure to try and hide any signs of fear. He feeds off weakness like a vindictive shark searching for vengeance. Whilst stood there in the thick of the silence, he takes in my presence; eyes starting their journey staring into my own, before they roam the length of my body eventually returning to face level. The whole time never uttering a single word...

Creep!

We stand for what seems like hours in silence, or at least I do anyway. My legs are beginning to ache terribly as though I've just done the race for life whilst that lazy bastard is sprawled carelessly across the armchair; face like a bulldog but wearing the amused smile of a Cheshire cat.

The silence is now actually beginning to hurt my tender ears...

To use this 'free time' wisely, I decide to check out my reflection in the mirror hung up next to me. Catching my horrific reflection in the glass, I'm taken back in shock; I look awful. Both sides of my face are covered in millions of small angry bruises, all clumped together to make one large one; they're still quite faint at the moment with the fight only just having happened, but I can bet that by tomorrow they will be a vicious black and blue.

Great...

Now that I was thinking about my injuries, I suddenly realised that my stomach was quite tender too, most probably because that's where she had decided to sink in her angry fist; I wouldn't be surprised if she's punctured something. No doubt that will also end up bruised now, although at least it's hidden from view; unavailable to become bull's eye in my next fight. Not that I should be complaining...Tris came off a hell of a lot worse.

I began debating whether or not I should take a look at my stomach, curious as to why it's so sore; when finally he broke the tortuous silence...

"So Christina, I'm guessing you know why you're here" Eric stated, looking at me with a normal expression; although it still managed to give me the chills.

"Not really, but I'm guessing it has something to do with the fight" I replied a little unsurely, but trying my best to put as much confidence into the answer as I could possibly muster.