My Fear (Eric Divergent Fanfic)

Chapter 60

By the time I got home my wrists were black and blue and still hurting every time I moved them or tried to pick up anything. I wore long sleeves so the kids wouldn't ask questions, I made them sandwiches and they ran off like always to go play.

Eric got home an hour after I did. I roll my eyes and I walk into the kitchen to start dinner. I slam the counters and the pans, I grab the turkey out of the freezer and begin work on. Eric sits at the table and reads the newspaper he didn't get the chance to read this morning.

"Would you like to hear about my day?" I say bitterly as I clash the pans.

"Not really, but sure." He flips through the paper.

"Well the leader was a real asshole today, a real fucking prick," I don't bother looking at him.

I can see out of my peripheral vision that he's smiling. "Oh really? Did you do anything to deserve it?"

I pretend like I'm thinking. "Hmm, no not really. He's just an asshole who likes to pick on people to feel more powerful."

"You're right. He is an asshole. God, when is Max going to learn."

"No, no not that one. The younger one."

"Oh, so the good looking one?" Eric's tone light still. He was enjoying this.

"Is he good looking? It was hard for me to notice when he was degrading me today."

"I guess that is the kind of thing you'd be too busy to notice in the right circumstance."

I try to open the can of corn, but I drop the can clutching my wrists in pain. "You're a fucking asshole Eric," I say angrily.

"I'm well aware." He says smugly.

"You bruised both of my wrist," my voice high pitched.

"I did not." Eric argues.

I hold out my arms and wait for him to roll up my sleeves. "See for yourself."

"That? That is what you call bruising?"

"What the hell do you mean? My wrists are black and blue!" I say looking at my badly bruised wrists.

"But tomorrow they will be fine, just a little sore. The next day after tomorrow it will be like nothing as ever happened in the first place."

"Like hell it will heal tomorrow," I roll my sleeves back down. "God Eric I thought we were over this!"

"We are completely over this. I'm not going to get in trouble and play favorites at work for you. I never have and I'm not going to start now, especially when you disrespect me in front of the other troops."

"You're no better than my father." An insult, but I didn't really mean it, I was just so angry.

"If I was like your father I think Eloise would be my target." He hisses.

"You're right," I say with all the sarcasm in me. "It's much more acceptable this way to just abuse your wife."

"With the verbal abuse I put up with from you I would say that it's mutual."

"The verbal abuse?" I laugh out. "Eric it's not verbal abuse when you are an asshole!" I yell.

"It's really been great talking to you, but I think I'm going to leave now. I don't need to be here for this."

I mutter to myself. "Fine," tears cloud my eyes from frustration. "Go then."

"Go sit down, Elena." Eric sighs walking over to me. "Get out of here. I'll finish this."