My Fear (Eric Divergent Fanfic)

Chapter 28

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When I wake up I'm in Eric's apartment and Peter is hovering over me. "What happened?" I sit up abruptly and look around the room for Ean and Eric.

"Calm down," Peter attempts.

"No I will not, Peter." I scream. "Where is my son?" I shout. "Did you get him back? Where is Eric?"

"No. I don't know. For either. No news of either of them reported." He says nonchalantly.

I run my hands through my long hair and let out a puff of hair. We have to go find them, I'm not going to stay in this fucking room and be helpless when Eric is probably getting tortured and Ean is kidnapped by some sociopath. "I'm going to find them," I hop out of bed and Peter doesn't try to stop me, but joins me in my hunt.

"Where to?" He butts in distracting my thoughts.

"I don't know," I say frantic. I go along all the hallways and the pit, and even outside the compound and I get frustrated when I can't find anything.

In my head I fear the worst, but I try to shake them away but I can't, I really can't.

A group passes by and they stop directly in front of me, Peter and I both widen our eyes. What did they want?

"You're safe now, Elena." The man smirks.

"Safe? What do you mean safe?" I step back.

"From Eric, he won't hurt you anymore."

"What the hell did you do to him?" I shout in a fit of rage.

"Would you like to see?"

I nod my head and follow, Peter comes along. I didn't know whether the man was leading me to my death or actually to Eric.
When we arrive to this area I didn't even know existed I see Eric tied up and being brutally beaten. Not once do I hear him cry out--just the occasional groan, he's strong like that and has too much pride to give them any type of satisfaction. My heart breaks at the sight.

I run to him and wrap my body around his receiving his next blow to my back. I grunt and fall at Eric's feet. I ignore the pain shooting in my backside and touch my hands to Eric's face, locking my eyes with his beautiful blue.

"Leave. Take care of Ean. Leave me." He snarls. "This is what I deserve." He gives me a dirty look.

"No," I shake my head. "I'm not leaving without you--They took Ean!"

"You had the choice to tell them and you didn't- what?! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! WHERE IS HE?!" Eric's voice was now echoing throughout the room. He turned to the guy who brought me to him. "WHERE IS HE YOU BASTARD?!"

"I don't know where your son is," he says calmly. "But the looks of you--I'm glad he isn't in your care anymore."

"You son of a bitch," I slap the man across the face. "Tell me where my son is!" I demand. "Eric is innocent in all of this, you guys are torturing him for your own sick pleasure. Eric has never hit me!" I scream and the whole room quiets down.

"How's you lose the baby," the man says simply.

I look over at Eric his face a mix of pain and anger.

"The baby just...my body couldn't carry it. It had nothing to do with Eric,"

"He told people it wasn't his," the man crosses his arms.

How did he know.

"Where is my son!?" I shout. I grab Peters knife from his belt and cut Eric free.

Eric rushes to the man who brought me here and grabs the knife putting it up to the man's throat. "Tell me where my fucking son is or I'll slaughter every single one of you for disobeying Dauntless orders," he barks.