Break - Eric Divergent

Chapter 17 - Part 2

“You know nothing!” My tongue sparks, hissing behind my gritted teeth and my eyes become narrower yet I still see just enough, except my vision becomes blurry as tears dwell up in my eyes that I try to hide behind my eyelids and force them to sink back in or dry out.

Calmly, I collect myself up a little and open up my eyes, still warm with the heat of the tears that are threatening to fall. A lot like myself.

"I'm surprised he even came to visit you" his words begin to slur, but that could just be my vision blurring up on me even though my vision has nothing to do with my hearing I don't think unless my brain is malfunctioning.

Rushing to my hand is a sudden burning sensation, causing me to feel the throbbing of my heart beat on my palm without having to touch it. I only register the sound and feel of my hand colliding against his face seconds later when I draw my hand back close to my chest. It felt like the friction caused by two cars, crashing crazily: rough and explosive.

"You're going to regret ever doing that!" Eric growls as my body slams into the wall almost making me afraid that my shoulder bones were going to shatter due to the shear force of the impact.

But what makes this any different than all those other times with Marcus?

I'll just let Eric continue to see how far he goes because I doubt he'll cross the line.

"You think you're so special"

He laughs. Time seems to be going slower just to observe me experiencing every inch of this pain being inflicted upon me.

I block Eric's words out and concentrate on rebuilding a wall. An indestructible wall.

"You're nothing" he snarls bringing his lips up close to my ear, snatching up my wrist that seems like a child's in his grasp. The stench of weak alcohol surges off him and filters my nose.

"Eric, you're drunk" I say calmly and collectively turning my head in the opposite direction of the side his head is at.

Just as I had gripped fully what was going on, my brain was shook drastically back to confusion as my skull slammed against what I came to terms with as the cold, wooden struck floor.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to push out the thought of the pain that escalated throughout my whole body with just my mind thinking that if I persuade myself enough then it wouldn't hurt. But there was that little bit of doubt in me that I couldn't vanquish.

He'sdrunk, thisisn'thim. Itsthealcohol.

I keep repeating this over in my head like a mantra but the excruciating pain now rising in my abdomen halts me and I feel the same force strike my abdomen yet again.  My hands rush over to shield my body as I naturally attempt to curl up into a ball on my side.

Shivers try to coat the pain the instant I feel Eric's presence lowered beside me. Rejecting his touch is my skin that shrivels and shrieks under his touch, burning under his finger tips as they grasp my cheeks and forcefully pull its direction to his face.

Menacingly, he chuckles contracting the amount of air allowed into my mouth with his fingers pressurising either cheek.

"So what if I'm drunk" he sneers and I sense there's more to his sentence as he doesn't budge. "At least I'm no coward" he growls, now bringing his face up close and personal just as I have opened my eyes. Those electrifying eyes jolt me more aware than the actual pain that was all over me.

With force, I manage to rip my face out of his grasp by jerking it backwards so his grip slips. But in doing so, my body stretched a little to much for comfort consequencing in affliction to snake its way into parts of me that I didn't know where prone to pain.