Red Rose Dearheart Part 2
"Claire, my rose dearheart, may I ask you something?" Wesker spoke, the violins in the background playing a beautiful melody, soft and elegant.
Claire sat in Wesker's car, her brother had tried to murder him. She was glad of course that he had failed but still. Claire wasn't stupid. She knew Chris nor Jill were going to hug him, she knew, at least she thought she knew them.
No, I don't know them. I never did.
Her legs buckled. She shook violently, her panic attack seemingly never ending. It paralyzed her, fear gripped her, the overwhelming urge to grab Albert's gun and end it all right now was...
"Dearheart! No, no. Claire look at me". He pulled her into his arms. "Let it all out now my love. But please, no hurting yourself over something you couldn't control. That may sound harsh but I don't like seeing you in pain". "Albert, I, I love you. I still love Chris and Jill, but you are my main priority now. I want to be with you. Be your rose. No more tears after today, no more unneeded anyway. I need you. You are my strength right now, you are my damn weakness too. But I suppose that is what love is. You give everything to someone, and hope they don't use that to crush you. You expose your weaknesses to them. They become your strength". She held Albert tightly, not letting go for several minutes. The last of her tears dried up, the shaking stopped and her heartbeat returned to it's usual steady rhythm.
Before Wesker started the car, she looked at Chris' house once again. "Chris, Jill, take care. I can't hate you, but I can never trust either of you again.
They arrived home two hours later. Claire decided to go to sleep early, the crying had made her tired. She remembered the last time she had cried that hard. It seemed trivial now but at the time it hurt like hell. Claire was 6, her favourite teddy bear had gone missing. Chris didn't have it, he'd have asked her before taking it. Her parents didn't have it. It had been stolen by a bully. A fellow 6 year old with an evil heart. He had torn off it's limbs in front of her, laughing at her pain, calling her a baby. She sobbed for days after that.
Wesker decided to leave her to sleep alone. She may have thought it selfish in the morning, but ultimately, he was doing it for her own good. She needed to be alone right now.