Novel & Cerita Does Eric Die In A Quiet Place: Day One

Aiden’s voice came from up the stairs and I turned to look at him, climbing down. “Aiden…” I said and walked hastily towards him while he came towards me and held my arms. “Are you okay?” He asked me restlessly. “I am fine… But he is not…” I started and gulped while he looked at me in confusion. “Aiden…” I started. “Eric… Right?” He completed and walked away from there towards the couch while I turned around and looked at him grabbing a glass of wine from Mason. “Yes, Eric… He is dying, Aiden…” I said and walked towards him.

Despite my reservation, I move aside, giving him space to talk, knowing that she might listen to him. "Tammy, it's Eric. Can we talk?" he asks softly. I scoff at his attempt at trying to outdo me. There's still no answer coming from her end. At least I know she's not willing to go soft for Eric too. "Don't you think there's something off about this?" Eric questions. My brows furrow. "How do you mean?" He puts a finger on his lips, and whispers, "Listen." I lean in closer to the door, and try to hear what he's talking about, but there's no sound coming from behind the door. Infact, it's oddly quiet. "The place is quiet," I tell him.

Damian is being shielded by two of his men as they turned to another route to make their escape, disappearing into the chaos as the police closed in. The scene was an utter mayhem, with gunfire echoing through the air. Erica sat frozen at the edge of the cliff, her eyes fixed down on the spot where Ray had drowned, her face filled with horror and pain. The sound of sirens grew louder, as the police surrounding the area, the medics taking Erica along.

The door shuts behind her, leaving me and eric alone with the deafening silence and my pounding heart. Then, Eric’s voice explodes through the quiet, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. "She's alive, Dad!" His voice cracks with raw emotion. "She's alive!" I freeze. Eric lowers the phone slowly, his fingers trembling, and turns to face me. A wide grin stretches across his face, pure relief radiating from him like a beacon. For a moment, I just stare at him, the words echoing in my mind. She's alive. Relief crashes over me, so sudden and powerful it nearly knocks me off balance. My knees threaten to give out, and I grip the edge of my desk to steady myself.

“We need to stop arguing right now. We need to come to some sort of understanding...” “Which we would have if your mother didn’t keep interrupting me.” “You talked about Mason dying. How is that going to happen? He is under lock and key, twenty-four seven...” She frowned. “No, dumbo. We fake his death. “Isn’t it too early to be lost in your thoughts?” Eric asked drawing her back to the present. “The calm ambience provides a good thinking spot.” “Care to share what’s on your mind?” “I’d rather share the glass of lemonade in your hand...”

The police interrogated us for weeks; luckily, the security footage gave us our alibi. It still hurts to watch Eric die. Today is his funeral. Dimitri and Reign have consistently checked on me, tending to my every need and heartache. I'd wake up crying, and one of them would hold me in their arms to comfort me until I fell back asleep. Eve, Tanya, Zeus, and Deacon died that night, but Eric, Eric, is who mattered to me. I could still hear him coming up the stairs to greet me. I hurt so badly in my heart.

Eric held his wife's hands, trying to draw her away from the heavy metal that was on her arm but it was impossible as he watched the last light leave her eyes. "Baby, baby." Eric screamed. He felt her pulse and he knew it was too late. She was dead, dead to him and the world. At that moment, eric was numb as he didn't know what to feel seeing his dead wife. Just then, his attention was drawn to an object beside him and he realized with horror that it was a gun pointed at him.

The beta rumbled not knowing how to address Eric who was still laying on the same spot alpha Luciano left him. “Oh father, you have killed me.” Eric whispered those words before losing consciousness again.

I look back on hearing the voice. ** Sean's POV "Should I count it as our last goodbye?" I look back on hearing the voice. Eric was walking to where I was standing. "Dude, I don’t know about you, but I really don’t want to die." My ears could hear his voice, but my mind was somewhere else. "You have already become a father, and here I am dying to get a good fuck." He spoke again, standing next to me. I look ahead without any replies. The beautiful blue ocean allures my eyes, and it seems like the waves are also calm today.

That did it. His whole body changed. Not much. Enough. “What about him?” I looked toward the apartment. Kayla was inside. Door open. Probably already destroying the room I’d cleaned. I lowered my voice. “He’s dead.” Eric stared at me. “What?” “Overdose.” Nothing. Then his jaw tightened. “When?” “Two months ago.” “Two months?” “Yeah.” “And you just found out?” “Today.” “From Jenny?” I nodded. Eric looked away. Toward the parking lot.