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VII.
"How come you weren't angry about it or anything?" Chris asked, his face contorted in an expression of disbelief.
Sherry took another moment to cease her laughter, "well, I found dad's old diary when I was rummaging through our attic. It was dated sometime in the seventies, and I was too tempted not to look. I know that it was wrong to snoop around on extremely personal things and not even my mom knows that the diary even exists."
"Okay, so now that you've opened it what does it say?"
"As most diaries do, it has confessions—and it's got to be the only place where the name 'Albert' was written the most. I found out how they got to be friends and then eventually became partners to lovers… that he married mom because he had no choice and mom didn't want me to grow up without a father and such."
"You don't seem affected at all."
"Because I felt that it was mom who practically stole dad away from Uncle Al… oh god it sounded wrong in so many ways but as time went by it was how I saw it. I was just glad that my parents didn't go over the top about that little problem and they tried so hard to be responsible as parents although sometimes those attempts fell flat."
"So you're technically okay with it?"
"Not entirely since that would mean I'm an unwanted child, but nobody made me feel that way despite everything—so uh… I pretty much contradicted myself; yeah, I'm over it and I'm now totally cool with it. I loved Uncle Al and he was almost like a father to me anyway."
They both shared a laugh, "want some beer?" Chris offered as he saw that their conversation wouldn't be finishing anytime soon.
Sherry smiled, "that would be wonderful."
It was one of the few times when her parents had brought her along to work. School was out for the day because of the bad weather, and Annette didn't like the idea of leaving her twelve-year old daughter alone at home throughout the night. William can't do anything about his wife's decision as it would be for the better; normally, he would've protested against it if it wasn't for the horrible weather since he never wanted any distraction from his research.
Sherry sat quietly from a swivel chair across the room. She knew the rules which were established by her parents when she's hanging around the lab while they worked. She would occasionally stretch out her legs silently, and when she became tired from either watching them or from reading the pre-teen novel that she had brought along as a form of entertainment, she would lie on the small couch on the corner. It was never comfortable, but it was the only one amongst the various scientific equipments and sparse furniture that was fit for someone to sleep on.
She wondered if her parents had ever used it since it still looked new, and that couch was already there way before she had been in the campy research facility for the first time several months ago. Her parents were hardly home, and she sometimes asked herself what had happened to their definition of sleep. She never saw them act like a real husband and wife too; and actually, she never felt them as real parents to her.
She felt that she was just there to exist, call herself their daughter, and live the rest of her life like that. She never hated them though, but she wished that they would have the time to be a real family. Sherry missed them even though they were still around. She let out a heavy sigh before finally closing her eyes to take a long nap.
"Annette, I need to use the restroom for a while," William said as he took off his latex gloves and threw them into the trash bin, "I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Alright, honey. I'll keep track of the mutations in this particular strain."
William acknowledged her with a nod and left, not even bothering to take a glance at his sleeping daughter on the side. Annette went back to her microscope and continued jotting down notes.
William paced the cold, dark hallways of the Arklay facility quickly. He wore a tired expression on his face as he approached the men's restroom at the far end of that stretch. When he got inside, he studied himself at the mirror and noticed the dark circles under his eyes. His cheeks look much more hollowed than before and his skin was pale from lack of exposure to sunlight. He cursed at himself because he looked older than his age and they weren't progressing that much on their research.
He turned on the tap and let the almost freezing water run through his face. Feeling a little more refreshed and energized, he got ready to leave, but as he lifted his face up for one last look at the mirror before going, he almost dropped his jaw to the floor when he saw Wesker's tall and darkly-clad figure standing behind him, "Al?"
"Hello, William. Long time no doing it," Wesker replied seductively.
The slightly younger blonde turned to face his lover, "what are you doing here?" William pretty much knew, as their current location and Wesker's suggestive smile provided him the answers, but he never expected his visit nonetheless.
"Is tonight a bad time?"
"I'm afraid yes. My wife and daughter's here with me," the tired but yearning doctor replied as he ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair.
"We talked about this already, Will. You can call this night off and send your girls to the sleeping quarters."
William smiled and looked at his friend straight in the eye, "are you that needy now, Albert?" He asked as he ran a finger across the taller man's chest.
"You need it as much as I do, love," the taller blonde moved closer and whispered unto the other man's mouth. He knew that William was already tired and overworked, but those reasons never stopped them from doing it before.
The doctor silently agreed with Wesker and wrapped his arms around his neck to pull him closer, "and how can you know about that?"
The darkly-clad blonde ran his tongue across his lips and surprised William with a hand to the crotch, "because of this," he smiled, noting his lover's tighter pants.
He slammed him against the tiled wall of the empty restroom which was to remain as such for the rest of the evening since nobody would wander off at that part of the facility during that time of night. He yanked off the doctor's belt and threw it aside as he unbuttoned his pants before finally slipping his hand through the hem.
William passed between a moan and a sigh as the other blonde continued to fondle him, and embarrassing as it may seem he could feel that wave of pleasure collecting onto his groin. He clutched Wesker's shoulder's tightly for support, as every touch made him weaker in the knees.
They started kissing heatedly and almost violently, with their tongues inside each other's welcoming mouth. Wesker proceeded on nibbling the side of the shorter man's neck as his other hand roamed freely on the rest of the doctor's body.
William finally took off his lab coat hastily and loosened his tie in the same manner, "I have to be out of here quick, Al," he then went on to unbuckle Wesker's belt and unzip his pants which were also diminishing in size, "please hurry up and do this, I'll go insane if we waited for too long…"
One important thing that they didn't seem to notice was the pair of eyes watching from the small slit on the door. Sherry was only twelve, but she isn't stupid to not know what they were doing. She learned about the 'birds and the bees' in sex education at school, but it was only between a man and a woman. She just couldn't believe her eyes when she finally realized that it can be possible between two men.
She wanted to faint and scream—her mind couldn't possibly process everything that she was currently seeing; and all along she thought that her dearest Uncle Al and her father were just friends, but friends don't do this kind of thing. She couldn't understand why this was happening, and how long this has been going on behind her mother's back.
If she had seen her father with her mom in this kind of situation instead, she would completely understand as they were married even though it's still equally as embarrassing. She started questioning herself if her dad really loved her mom, but she doubted it now as she continued to witness the adultery right in front of her eyes—and as Wesker continued to push himself inside William repeatedly as he moaned and sighed. Sherry almost wanted to go blind.
The little girl finally turned away before she becomes too traumatized to even think properly about her father and her Uncle Al the next time she sees them. It wasn't possible to remove the erotic scene instantly in her mind no matter how much she tries to, but no matter what, it was automatically going to be a secret.
For some reason she still couldn't bring herself to hate the both of them, and she felt that there was something else; something like a real story behind that relationship. She was yet to know that as she ran back to the laboratory before she gets caught by either of the two men snooping around.
"You okay, sweetie?" Annette asked her daughter flatly while she observed onto the microscope as soon as she heard her walk through the metal doors.
"Yes, mom," Sherry replied as she tried her best to hide the shock from what she just saw.
"Have you seen your dad?"
"N-no."
"Shit, just as there's finally a development here. Anyway, put on your blanket, it's getting cold."
Sherry did as she was told as she forced herself to sleep and shut her thoughts down.
