Fix You
Well, here's the first chapter to Trust Me, though I thought this new title was a little more fitting. I had to rewrite this chapter several times because it just wasn't coming out good enough. I finally settled on this and here's hoping it's good enough for you all. Chapter 2 is a work in progress and I hope you enjoy this little fic~ Hope you like!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Resident Evil, it is the sole property of Capcom. Lucky.
~Chapter 1
"Not my sister! Take me! Please!" Simmons' henchmen took hold of the younger frightened girl and roughly pulled her off her chair.
Helena heaved as she emptied the little contents in her stomach; the memories were still fresh and very much alive in Helena's mind and were now playing over and over as if they had been set on repeat.
"I'll do anything! Please! Please!" Helena desperately pleaded with the cruel man before her. She wriggled about as she attempted to break free from the restraints around her wrists to no prevail. She could do nothing but watch as her beloved sister was dragged away.
On her knees, in her bathroom floor, Helena groaned. Her head throbbed and ached and her skin felt hot and sticky. Deborah's voice echoed loudly in her head making Helena gag and spew into the toilet once again.
Another night of heavy drinking followed by another morning of the resulting sickness, but at least she was able to forget it all, even if it was for just a short while.
Four weeks. It had been four weeks since the incidents of Tall Oaks and China and for the past three weeks, after clearance of all charges, Helena had gone from nonstop missions to nonstop drinking. Every day and night she would binge, drinking herself unconscious. She just wanted to forget. She wanted to forget the nightmare, the death of her sister, and her feelings for Leon. She was not sure how it had happened, it had just happened.
Helena groaned and leaned back against the bathtub, her bare back cooling itself from the cold surface, thinking of Leon. Sometime during Tall Oaks, she had realized she was falling for him. Who could blame her? The man was gorgeous. He was so caring and compassionate, a rare trait in a man. She sighed deeply and leaned her head back, closing her eyes.
Why did she do this to herself? Why did she torture herself with false hope of ever being with him? Wasn't the guilt of Deborah's death enough? She had hoped the binge drinking would consume her guilt and maybe even the essence of herself but unfortunately for her it had not yet happened. For the past week she waited and waited for death to come and take her away. It was what she felt she needed. What she felt she deserved, but so far naught.
Helena said nothing as she heard the distant knocking coming from her front door. She didn't seem to care who it was. They would eventually go away and leave her alone to rot. She did nothing as the door clicked open. She said nothing as she heard movement in the living room; she merely sat still and listened. She listened to the footsteps, muffled by the carpet. She listened to the slight ragged breathing and the deep velvet voice calling out her name.
She gagged once again and proceeded to vomit into the toilet, coughing loudly. Once done, she panted and spit, never once looking up at the male standing at her bathroom door.
A sigh escaped his lips. "Helena, this has got to stop." Leon Kennedy shook his head as he took in the sight. He didn't want it to be true but yet here it was. Helena Harper had become a lost soul and was beating herself. He took a towel off of the rack and approached her, kneeling down on one knee.
Helena groaned out his name as he placed the towel over her naked torso. She turned her head to him and spoke in a slurred speech, "W-what are you doing here?" Her breath reeked of booze. Her eyes were bloodshot and watery. Leon now knew she had been drinking all night. He took her arm and placed it around his neck as he responded simply, "Taking care of a friend." He swept up her legs and let out a soft grunt as he stood, scooping her up.
Helena propped her head back and closed her eyes. Leon exited the bathroom, made his way down the hallway and toward the master bedroom. "Just sleep it off Helena" he said as he gently laid her down onto the bed. Helena took hold of his suave chiseled face and looked into his eyes as she pulled him close for a kiss.
Leon turned his head away slightly, avoiding her gaze. "Helena…" Helena let out a gruff grunt and pushed him away. Leon grunted and stumbled back a bit from the sudden action. Helena then turned on her side and passed out, her head hitting the pillow.
Leon looked at her and sighed, a bit of relief in it. "Oh Helena" he spoke softly as he pulled the covers over her slender form. The mattress lowered under his weight as he sat down, his gaze fixated on her. "What's happened to you?" There was a strong melancholic tone to his voice. "You were doing so well those first few weeks but now… you've gone downhill. Why?"
For the past four weeks, Leon had taken it upon himself to watch over his soon to be official partner, hopefully. He felt it was the right thing to do. Felt it was his responsibility. Felt it was duty. When he had the chance he'd follow her on missions, ensuring him her safety. He spent time with her, though not as much as he would like.
He had recently filed for Helena's transfer to DSO; it'd be easier to keep an eye on her that way. Leon couldn't explain it but he felt a powerful strong need to guarantee her safety and well-being. It was important to him.
"I'm gone one week and return to this." He slipped a strand of the brunette's hair behind her ear. His face saddened. It hurt him to see her this way. He wasn't expecting it to pain him so to see her bent over the toilet in a state of drunkenness. He himself had dealt with alcoholism long ago. It was something he never wanted someone close to him, someone he cared deeply for to endure; especially not alone.
A sudden pang of guilt rose in the pit of his stomach as he came to realize he had not entirely done anything to help Helena to properly deal with her alcoholism and depression. He knew of her depression and watched over her as best he could but there were days where Ada would suddenly appear in his life and the desire for her was too overwhelming for him to bear that he would disappear, for days at times, leaving Helena in the care of Chris whom he had asked to watch over her during his absence.
He took out his phone from his jacket pocket and dialed Chris's number, sighing as the operator announced it had been temporarily disconnected. This was a sign that Chris was on assignment which meant Leon could not put any blame for Helena's state on him. It also meant that Helena had been completely alone for an entire week, having no one to help her through this dilemma. Another sigh, this time deeper, escaped his lips. That was all about to change. He was going to be around more often and he was going to make damn sure he did more than just keep her safe.
His phone began to ring and he quickly stood and stepped out into the hallway. "Kennedy here" he spoke as he received the call. "Leon, how's she holding up?" Hunnigan's voice was full of worry. Leon took a quick peek into the room with a grimace. "Not good. How's the transfer coming along?"
It was Hunnigan's turn to sigh. "It's going to take a while. Her supervisors aren't making it easy; they're set on keeping her in USSS. She also hasn't been reporting in lately and failed her last physical and psychological exams. I've managed to pull a few strings to help her keep her job, but I'm not sure how much longer it's going to hold up."
Leon closed his eyes and sighed deeply once again. He shook his head in disapproval. "Keep trying Hunnigan. I know you can pull it off."
"Thanks. Listen, I've got a meeting. Keep me posted."
Leon nodded, "Will do." The connection was then cut off.
Leon was now left alone. He pocketed his phone and walked into the living room. The apartment held nothing fancy, decorated nicely with practical modern furniture. The walls were a nice pastel color, giving off a nice homey feeling to it. Upon entering, the small kitchen was to the right while the living room was centered. To its left was the hallway where the two bedrooms and single bathroom were placed. All in all it was a nice comfortable home for two.
Leon's eyes scanned the spacy room, taking in the disastrous state it was in. To say the apartment was dirty was an understatement. The place was completely trashed. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, some piled up on the Collins sofa and loveseat. Trash and empty bottles of liquor joined the wardrobe in littering the floor. How had he missed this mess? The worry he felt must have blinded and kept him from seeing the clutter. The kitchen was in no better state. Dirty dishes were piled along the counter, stove, and sink along with a few bits of trash.
Leon shook his head, deeply saddened. How could Helena allow herself to live this way? He could he allow it? It was then a voice in the back of his mind reminded him that he had been away and couldn't have possibly known. He sighed as he removed his leather jacket; the same one he had worn during Tall Oaks for it was his favorite. "Things are going to change Helena. I promise." With that said, he got to work.
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