A brilliant heat overtook my face when I finished reading the letter. There was so much about it that I wanted to question but I was so flustered over the note he left for me at the end that I couldn't think straight. I was embarrassed and furious over it! Not only had he been listening in on me like a creep but he was calling me out on it! I was so angry I couldn't even begin to think about how him wanting more from me got me a bit excited because how dare he toy with me like that!
I stood up from my chair so quickly that it toppled over though I didn't care as I marched to my door. I didn't even think about what Wesker was doing right now or where he was- I just wanted this horrible, manipulative, creepy, awful letter in my clenched fist to no longer exist. I stormed into the kitchen and threw the pages into the metal bin before grabbing my lighter from the counter. When I turned back to light them up, the blond man I was very angry with stood before me with a vicious smirk on his sinful lips.
"That's quite the reaction." he mused gleefully. He stepped closer to me and as if my face couldn't get any brighter, the heat was still increasing with his proximity. I refused to stand down or show shyness from his advance since that's what he wanted. "What did you think of my note?" he asked seductively as he inched close enough that we were nearly chest to chest, his face so close to mine I could feel his breath on my face. I'm sure he could hear my heart beating frantically as if it could reach out to him but I hoped he took all this as embarrassment rather than longing.
"I think it was more of an invitation." I stated back harshly, not meaning to take the small step back that I did. His smile grew so I could see his teeth seeming to be bared at me like he was going to devour me. I was afraid, not of him necessarily but of the pounding of my heart I could feel all over my body and of the heat coursing through my body and gathering in my abdomen. I was afraid of what might happen if I slipped up for even a second and my body acted on my desires for him since he was looking at me so possessively and offering himself to me so willingly. I was afraid of doing something I couldn't take back, something that wouldn't only change our complicated relationship but my own self in some fundamental way. I was afraid of the pain I knew would engulf me forever if I allowed this temporary bliss. It already hurt knowing my former captain had no idea what he was doing to me. It hurt evermore thinking that maybe he did and this was just another way he wanted to break me.
"Perceptive." he complimented me but really it was so obvious anyone would have seen it. "Just accept it." his sultry voice whispered as he finally closed the small gap between us to press his body to mine. An arm wrapped around my waist and his fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt to spread fire over my skin at his touch. I felt every nerve in my body set off at once. Anger, desire, guilt, need, pain, and bliss all swirled through me like a whirlwind of fire and ice. I barely noticed him leaning just that tiny bit closer needed to connect our lips but I felt the overwhelming need to press even harder to him, wrap my arms around his body, and cling to him as I kissed him with everything I was to dispel the turmoil brewing in me. And I almost did. But at the last second, pain erupted in my forehead after I threw it forward to collide with his as hard as I could. He only recoiled slightly but he did release me and back away, now glaring at me. I glared back and panted hard as I focused only on my anger.
"Don't fucking touch me again." I growled through my clenched teeth. I wanted to do so much more- punch him until my knuckles bled, kiss him until my lips were sore, scream at him until my voice went hoarse, touch him until I knew every line of his body, beat him down until he begged me to stop, love him until he begged for more. It was too muddled together, I couldn't act one way without releasing the other. So I turned my attention back to the letter, quickly lighting it on fire and watching it just long enough to ensure it caught and spread before keeping eye contact with Wesker as it burned. The message was clear. This is what I thought of his letter- his invitation. I didn't want it to exist. He continued to glare at me, not willing to back down from the challenge I posed but he wasn't extending it by continuing to advance on me anyway. At least he got the message and in his own way was respecting my rejection even if he wasn't taking it well. I left him then, with the letter still burning, and stormed off back to my room. I was preparing to slam the door when I heard a sigh and from the corner of my eye I noticed Wesker slouch against the counter, his sad eyes lighting up against the small flame he gazed into. I didn't care- I didn't care!
My door clicked shut without an angry slam and I threw myself back onto my bed. My phone was buzzing and I knew it was probably Jill but I didn't want to talk to her right now so I let it go to voicemail. A minute later and it vibrated once with a text. Figuring I could at least do that, I checked it though my eyes first found the time to see it was the early morning hours. I was hoping to get another peaceful night of rest but I knew it wasn't going to happen now. Just when I thought we were falling into a nice pace, he just couldn't help but fuck it up, could he?
Jill: Want to talk about it
I really didn't want to… but I really did at the same time. The swirling emotions were still raging in me but grief had found its way to the forefront of it all. I felt as if I had just lost something though I don't understand why or what it was. The possibility of being with Wesker even if it was just temporary? No, I'm sure if I were to leave my room again to come onto him he would readily accept it. I was so confused and alone but I knew I wasn't alone, Jill was my best friend and Claire was my only family left- both would love me no matter what and I knew I could always rely on them. I felt so weak as tears slipped from my eyes but I called Jill anyway. Her voice was soft and caring when she greeted me, she wasn't angry over what happened like I thought she might be. Maybe she understood some of the confusion I felt, which made me feel better.
We talked for a long time. I didn't intend to go into much depth but I did, the words just flowing out of me. I started at the beginning. I admitted to having a crush on Wesker back in STARS only to realize as I watched him die that it was more than that- that I loved him. I told her about my isolated mourning of his death while feeling disgusted for wanting him back after his betrayal. I was angry after meeting him again on Rockford Island because I had buried my grief under my hatred but I couldn't deny that I was relieved even if he was now the very thing I was fighting to destroy. I explained my inner struggle with his very existence as the years pressed on. I didn't think about him most of the time but whenever he came up, a mixture of hatred and longing never failed to stir within me.
Jill was silent as I spoke, patient when I had to pause to collect myself, and soothing as she told me it was alright when I apologized for my state. I told her about the major depression I fell into after they were gone and that I was mourning for both of them, again conflicted on missing Wesker. I told her of the overwhelming relief I felt when I learned she was alive and concluded our enemy must be as well. I spoke of the gratitude I felt for him after learning he had personally saved her life and delivered her back to me.
I admitted to thinking being stuck in here with him wasn't so bad and I found that I was even enjoying myself at times. He was acting so much like the strict but caring captain I thought we lost- if he ever even existed. He was being open and even helpful, it was getting harder for me to believe that he wasn't being real with me. There was a piece of me that wanted to believe that he wanted me here just because he wanted to spend time with me. All the feelings of love I denied I felt for him were bombarding me from every direction and I didn't know what to do. It was easy enough to just play nice but suddenly learning he wanted me sexually during this stay was messing me up in so many ways. But I just couldn't go there because I wasn't sure I could come back from it. It was thrilling when he was near me and I wanted to let him have me, god I wanted it, but I wasn't sure what would be left of me after he inevitably left me again.
"I don't know what to do Jill." I muttered as I rubbed at my eyes again. "It's confusing and it hurts." though I'd been trying to stop crying, the tears that continued down my face had their own plans. I knew it was good to finally get this all out and Jill would never think me weak because of it but I never did like crying.
"I'm sorry I didn't see your suffering and try harder to help you through it before." was her soft response and I shook my head as I sniffled and blinked my eyes rapidly.
"I didn't want you to." I told her.
"I'm going to be here for you now." she assured me, her tone a bit stronger. "I… I understand a lot of the mixed feelings right now… I mean I've hated him for so long for all the horrible things he's done but he saved my life. Everything he's doing right now is weird and confusing but I can't help but feel like it's right somehow." I felt a weight lift from my chest at her admittance. She felt it too. Of course we were still suspicious of him but somehow we knew he wasn't going to try anything, that he was being genuine in his surrender. At least until the terms were met and then who knew what he would plan for next. But what if he wasn't planning anything after this month was over, what if he just remained in this prison? He'd be all alone… I thought about coming to see him from time to time when I wasn't busy. It didn't seem right, Albert Wesker rotting away in some cell, left to be forgotten? Something about it didn't sit well in my mind. Maybe we could try to make some sort of truce with him, he could work in the labs to create vaccines like Rebecca or… maybe he could eventually be trusted enough to work out in the field with me.
"Yeah." was all I could say as I nodded slightly, my tears finally slowing.
"I don't think he's going to try anything else with you, you sent a pretty clear message and I don't see Wesker being the type to force himself on you. If he did, I'd be right there to gun him down after you already had him full of holes." she sniggered lightly and I hummed in amusement, wiping my face dry for what I hoped was the last time. "Honestly," Jill sighed. "he seems kinda depressed right now." that struck a chord in me, one that reverberated sadness. It lined up with that last glance I had gotten of him. I wondered what he thought about the whole thing and what he was thinking now. We both knew we were attracted to each other and he tried for sex and I got angry over it… then he got depressed? That implied he cared that I rejected him… and I didn't- couldn't care. It had to be stopped and I couldn't let my mind make up false feelings where there were none for me. He was upset because I didn't give him what he wanted and maybe because he realized he may have just screwed up how easy things have been between us. Suddenly I understood all of those cheesy dramas where one person doesn't want to confess their feelings to the other out of fear of changing things. You tell yourself it won't change anything but it does.
We talked for a little while longer about lighter subjects until Jill's shift was ending with morning now in full swing and shifts changing. Usually she didn't work overnight but her schedule had been switched around a bit with the regular grave monitor since her therapy had been interrupting her normal schedule. She said it was going well, she was working through the haze of what happened though she once again said that she didn't need it. Yes it was scary for her to face almost dying and especially waking up during her own surgeries but overall, she thought that what happened to her was a good thing since Wesker saved her life and turned himself in. Her therapist begged to differ, saying that the whole act of sacrificing oneself can leave lasting effects or something, she started to say 'yadda yadda' and shrugged the whole thing off. If there was something she wanted to talk about, she would call me later about it once she thought I had enough time to fully recover from everything we just talked about.
"Go home and take care of yourself." I told her as I rolled onto my side, my eyes feeling extra heavy.
"I can still talk." she reassured me though her voice was a little distant like she was holding her phone to her ear with her shoulder as she did something else. I heard her muffled voice talking to someone else, probably the person coming to relieve her. I knew they updated each other on things that happened during their watch and what to look for and I wondered what Jill had told the other agent about what happened last night. Even though it had been recorded for whoever wanted to go back through the footage to watch it, I knew my best friend wouldn't directly tell anyone without need. It's not like anyone actually watched the old footage unless something were to happen anyway, that's why someone was always watching live. No one would know what happened last night but the three of us, we were just lucky Jill was working tonight.
This was wrong… I felt like we were doing something forbidden but I didn't do anything wrong. Wesker came onto me and I rejected him. Was I afraid someone would see how much I wanted him and be disgusted with me? I didn't usually care what others thought of me but in this case I could be seen as compromised and if the BSAA started to doubt me, my position or even my job could be at risk- my whole life could be turned inside out if they thought Wesker had gotten into my head enough. What if that was his real plan? The very thought chilled me to my core. That would truly be the best way to break and ruin me… and from what I've experienced with him, that was his whole goal with me. Of all my theories so far, it made the most sense.
"Really Jill, I'm fine now." I told her when her attention returned to me. "You're busy and I'm tired. Thank you for talking to me." I spoke sincerely and honestly. My eyes were sore from crying and heavy with emotional exhaustion and lack of sleep.
"Okay, okay." she relented. "I'll call you later to check in, hang in there."
"Alright." I was about to move my phone from my head to hang up when her next words froze me in place.
"I love you Chris." it wasn't the first time we had exchanged the intimate words but we rarely did as we tended to reserve that level of tenderness for those extra important moments when it was most needed. Fresh tears welled in my eyes, I didn't realize how desperately I needed to hear that right now.
"I love you too Jill." I tried to hide the slight hiccup to my raw voice but I'm sure she heard it.
"Get some sleep big guy." she said lovingly and I nodded even though she couldn't see me. The call ended so I shut off my phone. I stared at the wall for a moment and wished there was a window I could see out of. I knew it was morning but it was still pitch black in my room without the light on. I wanted to see the sun. I stared as if I could burn a hole through the wall to reach the outside world until my eyelids were too heavy to lift anymore. My eyes slid shut and I fell into a deeper darkness.
… … …
I don't know how long I was asleep but it didn't feel like long until I was jostled awake by my phone going off. It was Claire. I didn't really feel like talking to anyone right now, just wanting to be dead to the world but it was Claire so of course I answered.
"Hey." I greeted lazily.
"Hey Chris." my sister returned happily. "Happy one week anniversary of you being locked up with Wesker." she joked and I internally cringed at the mention of the other man but managed a chuckle.
"Thanks but shouldn't you have called yesterday for this? This is my eighth day, the start of week two." I clarified and she sighed more to herself.
"Maybe but I got held up with something else." she explained lamely. "I'm just calling to check in and make sure you're still alive." I frowned at the playful tone she used, no doubt to try to raise my spirits about the shitty situation I found myself in. I would have responded positively to that just yesterday… why couldn't she have called yesterday? "Chris?" her voice was worried at my lack of an answer.
"I'm hanging in." I told her with a deep sigh of my own. "I already had a big talk with Jill about it not too long ago so I'd rather not get into it again right now." there was a brief pause and I could imagine her nodding in understanding at me.
"Right!" was her hurried reply when she realized I couldn't see her. "Yeah, of course that's okay." she wasn't usually a ditsy kind of girl but she seemed to lose herself when she worried over me- not that I had any room to speak since I did the same thing when I worried over her. We got lost in our own heads for the best way to get each other out of whatever situation we were in and she seemed to understand that right now I just needed some quiet. "You sound tired." she brought back her cheerful tone though it was subdued with that familiar anxiety of worst case scenarios flooding her thoughts. "Try to get some sleep for me, okay Chris?" I didn't want to tell her she had actually woken me up so as not to make her feel even worse.
"I will." I promised. "Seriously though, don't worry. Everything's fine now, I just had a rough day." I told her and she sighed again, one more of consideration.
"Okay, I'll try." that was the best I could ask for. "I love you." though the words were casual and often shared between us, they still held a lot of meaning and I smiled, feeling a little better at the welcomed reminder.
"Love you too Claire." we hung up and I slid my phone under my pillow as I closed my eyes again. I knew asking her not to worry about me right now was the most ridiculous thing I've ever asked of anyone. For a full thirty days I was locked in a small living area with no way out with the person that was most likely the most dangerous person on the planet and if he did decide to kill me, help wouldn't come fast enough to save me. Not that they would be able to save me even if they were here as it happened anyway. I've always known that if Wesker wanted someone dead, they were as good as nonexistent. The fact that he stated over and over how much he wanted to kill me and I was still breathing was nothing short of a miracle. Sometimes I chalked it up to dumb luck, sometimes I patted myself on the back for my skill, sometimes I blamed the sadist gleam in the blond's demonic eyes that promised death only after he broke me first… and other times I took cautious notice of the sad conflict behind the glow in those same orbs. Whatever it was, I knew I was alive for a reason.
But that was harder to explain to other people. It was hard to explain that I felt a certain safety with Wesker because I knew even in his most sadistic moments, he wouldn't outright kill me until he'd broken me. And I wouldn't ever get broken by him no matter what he did to me so therefore he couldn't kill me. I would never ever say that to anyone though out of fear that it would somehow reach Wesker's ears because he would take the challenge and I would rather that not happen. So to me, I knew I was okay here even if this was a ploy to have me near to finally break me completely so he could then exact his revenge against me by ending my life. I was more stubborn than he could ever anticipate and my resolve would never bend to his whims. But to everyone around me, I was seen as being in constant danger. I didn't know how to ease their minds because it was a very reasonable belief to have. I was trapped with my greatest enemy, how could anyone not think I was in danger and worry?
I sat up when I heard paper shuffling to see white pages being slipped under my door. I didn't appreciate him forcing me to deal with him when I was obviously avoiding him- and I certainly didn't want another letter from him. I got out of bed, suddenly angry now, and snatched the letter into my fist before opening the door harshly. I glared at Wesker's back, my mouth open as if to snap at him but nothing came out… I had no idea what to say. The superhuman stopped walking away to look back at me, seeming tired in some nonphysical way that was strange for me to see. He watched me expectantly but I closed my mouth and drew my lips into a tight line, awkwardness replacing my anger. I didn't have anything to say, I didn't want to deal with him- not even to fight with him. He was the one to break the eye contact, his red-orange eyes lowering before he turned again and started back to his cell. I let him go, watching as he closed his door behind him to shut me out. I guess he was avoiding me too.
I looked down at the crumpled letter in my hand and sighed, this was more of a formality for consistency then. Shutting and locking my door, I made my way back to bed. I wasn't sure what time it was and I didn't care. I would read the letter 'Sherry' which I'm sure he only wrote because we had been talking about her and then I would try to go back to sleep. Everything else could be dealt with tomorrow.
~...~...~...~
Unaware there was anything amiss, I went about my tasks for the day before returning to the office. It wasn't until I stepped close to the door that I realized something was wrong. I heard my team talking more than usual while I was out of the office and there were the stifled cries of a small girl. Confused, I opened the door and walked over to where a few of my Alpha members were gathered around a young blonde girl sitting at Jill's desk. The girl was still in her school uniform and she was trying to hold back her tears though as soon as her eyes fell on me, they poured freely. My eyes widened at the sight of her- she wasn't supposed to be here. After just a split moment of surprise, my eyes narrowed in anger and I marched over to sweep Sherry off her feet as she stood at my approach. The others straightened as well though I ignored their questions about the girl and the situation, opting to take my godchild to my personal office and away from my team as quickly as possible. I closed the door behind us and set her onto my desk chair as I knelt before her.
"Why have you come here Sherry?" I demanded as she wiped her eyes and sniffled as she tried to stop crying.
"Mom and Dad didn't come to get me again today- the nanny wasn't even there!" she explained through hiccuped breaths. I sighed in exasperation at her parents as their negligence was affecting not only myself on a personal level but now it was beginning to creep into my work. When this child was born, they had both referred to her as their greatest creation yet now they were so engulfed in the G-virus that they couldn't be bothered to ensure Sherry was picked up from school. I'm not claiming I could do better in the parenting department though I was confident I could handle multiple tasks better than the two of them combined and this was prime evidence. I knew I would make for a terrible father as I didn't like children, I had no interest in leaving behind any sort of legacy, and I was much too busy to be dragged down like this. I'm told children require love and warmth from their parents, such tender traits I do not possess nor do I care to. That's why I don't have any offspring.
"Why not walk home instead of coming to me?" I questioned the girl, trying my best not to narrow my eyes at her. It wasn't as if she understood the connection she represented and had done this on purpose to expose me. As small a connection she may be and I was sure no one would suspect anything from this, I was very meticulous about how I went about my business. There was also Chief Irons to consider, he was a fool that knew who she was and he was much more obvious when it came to secrets. I couldn't afford for this to be a problem.
"I just wanted to see you one last time." she spoke with false confidence in her eyes though her lip still trembled. This caught my attention and had me on alert, phrases with such finality usually ended in suicide in my experience… but she was ten years old and though her home life wasn't the greatest, she didn't strike me as all that depressed. "I'm running away." she stated, trying to look stronger by ignoring the fresh tears on her face. My body relaxed slightly, unknowing that I had tensed so badly.
"Running away?" I repeated in disbelief, the very idea was laughable. She lived in a very nice home, received whatever she wanted, given a very good education, and could have whatever opportunity she wanted in the future. Sherry had everything she could want in life and she wanted to run away from all of it simply because her parents were often busy at work? I couldn't expect her to understand the importance of the work we all did as I couldn't even tell her anything about the work we did nor could her parents. It was at least understandable for a rational mind kept in the dark to get frustrated at being neglected for something no one would explain. If she knew what her parents were always so busy with, perhaps she would be more cooperative. However I would never compromise the project William was devoting his life to currently nor would I risk bringing unwanted attention to my employers with Umbrella.
The girl never answered me, too busy trying to clear her face of tears as if she were preparing to set off now. As ridiculous as this whole thing was, I couldn't just leave her to cry like this. I was appointed as her godparent and I believe something like this fell under my jurisdiction however displeased I was with it. Sherry wasn't my mistake so why must it be me that had to clean this mess?
"And where will you stay?" I asked her and blue eyes widened as she hadn't been expecting to be questioned on her decision. "You will not find the comfort you seek in my home, I'm at work much longer than your parents are." it could be said that she already knew that since she came here rather than trying to find me at my apartment. She seemed to think about this but I didn't wait for her to come up with some silly answer. "What will you eat?" she seemed more distressed by my continued prodding. "How will you stay warm in the cold of night?" it was awfully convenient for children to forget all the things their parents did for them because of something they didn't do. Her breath hitched and she sniffled again, trying to keep her tears back. Of course she hadn't considered any of this, she was too overwhelmed with her emotions to think anything through. I was disappointed in her state. Her parents were both brilliant and she inherited their genes yet here she was acting like such a child, she should be above such trivial squabblings.
"I wanna go home." she cried and I sighed with a nod, content that she had at least wisened to that much. She was protected and loved there even if she sometimes didn't believe it. That was a matter for her parents to deal with, not me.
"I'll take you." I told her as gently as I could muster. Standing straight, I made the effort to offer my hand as I had seen Jill do with other children before. Her small hand slipped into mine and I walked with her out of my office, shutting the door behind us. I ignored the stares of my team as I led my godchild out of the STARS office, out of the Racoon City Police Department, and into the underground parking lot. She released my hand to slip into the passenger side of my car as I got into the driver's side. As we drove away from the building, I glanced at her and didn't know what to do about her fragile state. Wasn't it my job to help her? "You know your parents love you." I stated it as a fact. "Their work is important and for people like us it can be easy to get lost in our work. It's not that they have forgotten you, they just lost track of time."
"I know." she nodded with a soft voice. "I know they love me but it gets really lonely without them around and sometimes it feels like they don't care." she explained with her lips slightly quivering like she might start crying again.
"I can understand your desire to seek me out for comfort," I couldn't but I knew the girl liked to be around me for some reason unbeknownst to me. "but you can not show up at my work." I told her seriously. "I also do very important work and can afford no disturbances."
"I'm sorry." she muttered with her head lowered, I took notice of the way she deflated and sighed.
"You have my telephone number should you need me. Call me the next time there is a problem." I added calmly as we pulled up to her house and I parked in the driveway.
"I will Uncle Wesker." she assured as she gave me a nod and a nice smile. Regardless of her smile, I knew I could have done much better during this entire encounter. I turned in my seat to face her better.
"I think it would be best if you sat your parents down and had a discussion about your feelings rather than run from your problems like a child. Perhaps request a more attentive nanny while you're at it." this gave her pause and she looked at me oddly.
"I am a child." she stated obviously as if I genuinely wasn't aware. I took off my sunglasses and leaned closer to her so she could see how serious I was being.
"You are far too intelligent to be behaving like one." I told her sincerely and she smiled as she wiggled a little in her seat, happy with the praise.
"Okay Uncle Wesker, I'll talk to them." she said confidently with her head held higher than before.
"Good girl." I praised her as I placed my blackened glasses back on my nose. We got out of my car and she grabbed onto my hand as we walked up to the front door. She used her key to get in and I sent her to her room to change out of her school uniform while I called her father.
"Now's not really a good time Wes-"
"Nor was it for me when your offspring came to my work." I cut him off and there was silence on the other end of the line while he processed what I said.
"What happened?" he asked with a deep sigh.
"The nanny didn't pick her up, you can get the rest of the story from Sherry." William groaned and I could hear his wife's voice in the background asking what was wrong, probably thinking it was something related to their work. "I've brought her home but I need to return to work."
"Alright, I'll uh… hold on." I listened for a moment to my colleague conversing with Annette about what to do with the situation. Sherry came out of her room and placed her backpack on the table to pull a textbook out of it. The well behaved young girl was getting to her homework without being told to, how studious. I smiled a little at her but dropped it when she looked at me. She smiled at me and moved to retrieve something from the fridge before walking over to me. She lifted the small box of apple juice to show me as she pointed to it and then herself with a pleading smile. I nodded and she beamed but before she walked away she hesitated with a thoughtful expression. She pointed at the juice box once more before pointing to me. I shook my head so she went to the table to get to her work. "Okay," William's voice returned to the speaker so I tuned back into the conversation. "Annette is calling the nanny right now so she should be over soon."
"Am I to wait here then?" I asked coldly, not having signed up to play babysitter today.
"Um, well no, you don't have to. Sherry can be home alone, she's old enough to be responsible for herself." William told me and I looked over the girl as she studied on her own. I agreed with that, it was obvious she could take care of herself since she's had to do it most of her life. I just wasn't sure when leaving children alone was acceptable but it seemed ten years old was fine.
"I will wait, I want to have a word with the nanny if you don't mind." I explained which was true since the woman apparently needed a lesson in punctuality. But I also factored in the girl's loneliness since that was the whole reason this had even occurred in the first place. It wouldn't do to tell the girl she could turn to me just to leave her at the first given chance. My team could wait an extra fifteen minutes for my return. At least that was the timeframe I was giving the nanny before I personally ensured she was out of the job. As of now, it was up to Sherry.
"By all means."
"This can not happen again William." I told him sternly. "I can't have her muddying the balance of my personal and work life."
"There's a difference?" he chuckled but when I didn't respond, he sensed how irritated I was with him over the comment and he cleared his throat. "You're right, I'll talk to her about it and I apologize for the inconvenience. Thank you for getting her home safely."
"Yes well, that was the point of assigning me as her godparent, was it not?" I pointed out with just a touch of malice since he forced me into this role. He laughed mirthfully and agreed.
"I guess that's true." he spoke before sighing. "You didn't have to take it though, you could've said no." I shook my head at his words. As if I could refuse. Without anything more to say, I hung up. I sat next to Sherry at the table and looked over what she was doing.
"Is there anything you don't fully understand?" I questioned and she seemed to think on it, her eyes skimming over the page she was working on. I might as well do something useful while I was stuck here.
Another chapter up and what a chapter! Poor baby Chris, deeper and deeper he goes into this rabbit hole of repressed emotions. He's getting through it though with some help. I actually wrote the whole running away thing with Sherry around stories my mom tells me about what I did when I got mad. Apparently I used to say I was running away and my mom would help me pack a bag with some lunch, asking me where I was going and such 'anywhere' or 'away' would be my answers. She said I would sit outside, eat my food, sneak back in later, and act like nothing happened. I don't remember any of this since I was young and I don't have many memories of my mom before I remet her later on but it's still funny.
I'm already most of the way through the next chapter, honestly I was working on that one when I should have been finishing this one. I just need to wrap it up and write Wesker's letter then it'll be up.
Talk to you later!