Author's Note: Um, sorry it took so long for me to finish and upload this chapter, I've just been going through A LOT of work right now. So please excuse my tardiness…and I know this chapter is kind of short, but it's only because of events that held me back….

~ "I FINALLY TOLD"~

Jill lay there, perturbed by what she had just screamed. She stared straight up at the ceiling, not wanting to look Chris in the face…she had messed up big time this time around. But would Chris now know that she had previously slept with Carlos; or would he go on and think that she was just thinking about him during the sex? Well either way she did end up thinking about the sexy and exotic Carlos…she was still thinking of him at the moment, his smooth, yet rough and rocky body against her agile white skin.

She was picturing them both basking under the sun together—sharing their moments once again, but then she also realized that Chris was still there, staring blankly at her as she stared up towards the ceiling. She still didn't want to face him until he called her name.

"Jill," he said softly, removing himself from her. "Jill how could you?" he murmured, sounded a bit frustrated. She didn't mind at all, her mind was set on more exotic sex—she wanted to be kinky—with Carlos. Chris—Chris was nothing to her anymore—she knew she was a bitch, for sleeping with Chris and then wanting more of Carlos again, but she couldn't help her desires.

"Jill!" Chris called, calling her back to reality.

"Chris…" Jill whispered, almost silently. "Chris…I'm…"

"Sorry," Chris said, showing much despise towards her. He got off the bed and reached down for his briefs and quickly pulled them on. The way he just put them on turned her on even more. She didn't know what was going on.

'I want both of them at the same time, that's what!' she thought, biting the bottom of her lip as his briefs now blocked all from her sight. 'Dammit,'

"Chris, please," she begged him, crawling towards him on all fours. "Chris, I love you…please…" she begged, taking it way too far.

"Bitch!" he exclaimed, stepping back from her. "That's what you are Jill—a goddamned bitch! You don't love me—and even if you did, all you love is my dick! You were supposed to be my friend, Jill," he exclaimed, moving back closer to her.

"No, Carlos,"

"Carlos?! Did you just call me Carlos?" Chris exclaimed, moving closer towards her, covering his hard chest with his shirt.

"No! No, Chris,"

SMACK! Chris backhanded her across the face; he could see that her face had turned red.

She looked away from him, putting her hand over her right cheek. "I probably deserved that," she said chokingly, choking on a tear. "I did deserve that…but what I don't deserve is…" she paused for a moment, face still turned away, hand still on her face, and then said, "…you…"

"No, Jill, you don't have to be sorry…" Chris said, sitting down next to her. "You shouldn't be sorry, I should be sorry," he said soothingly. Jill quickly turned her head towards him; then pouncing on him, hugging him with everything she had, her breasts pressed against his chest, her arms tight around his neck…

"…Sorry for ever deciding to sleep with you," he said coldly. Jill let go of him slowly, doing nothing but stare at him for what he had just said. She could feel a drop of tear form in her eyes; she was ready to let an entire river flow down her cheeks.

"Chris," she said slowly, dropping her arms down to her side.

"Bye Jill," he said, getting back up and then walking out of her room without another word to her.

The feelings of being kinky for the first time, and with two men at once flowed out of mind and into a pool of dead hopes. Her heart was literally hammered down by frustration and desire—killed her.

"I don't deserve anyone," she told herself. "I don't deserve to even be in this world of mine." She dropped down onto her bed, still naked, her eyes wide open, and thinking once again about her "family" that was now a broken one. Her old life was dead, her new: not complete, and now no longer exists.

No wonder she would never be loved, because she always ended up hurting someone. She couldn't hold anything back anymore, everything had to come out, no matter what form it did. Jill started crying, then weeping until she fell silent again, lying down on her bed, recollecting the past, like she always did.

'How could Chris say those things to me? He's not like that—it's because of me…I turned him into what he is now…everything's my fault…'

Chris was gone now, he probably wouldn't be talking to her any time soon, and then he'll be back in Japan doing whatever he was doing before—without her in his mind this time, most likely. It was a horrible thing to think of, but it was probably the truth…she messed up—unduly messed up.

"Jill," someone said from the crack of her door, it was Claire Redfield, Chris's younger sister. They had become close ever since Claire found out that Jill had feelings for her brother. "Jill, Chris told me what happened,"

Jill looked up and asked her, "Where is he?"

"He doesn't want to see you right now," she said huffily. "How could you do that to him, Jill?" she asked.

"I'm a horrible person," she said in the utmost wearisome way.

"No you're not," Claire said, Jill gave her a small smile.

"You're a bitch," she said, raising her voice. "A lying little bitch! How could you do that to Chris?! You told me you loved him back in Paris! And now you come and do this to him! How could someone possibly do that to someone they claim they love, Jill?"

"I don't know," Jill lied, looking away from her even though she knew that Claire was oh-so right.

"NO! You do know, Jill! Chris is my brother; I can't stand to see him get hurt like that, especially from the girl he truly cares for! Now tell me, because I know that you know!" Claire demanded, her ponytail waving in every direction.

"Fine," Jill said, still not looking at Claire. "I think you should sit down, this might take a while,"

Claire walked over to the rocking chair that was in one corner and found her place. He sat there comfortably, waiting to hear Jill's true confessions about her faults.

"Well first of all, it begins at the mall where I ran into Carlos…"

Claire remembered that exotic look on the Latino's face. His finely chiseled body, his tan skin and smooth and sexy accent…he was almost as good as her Leon, maybe better, sexier, of course, but he didn't have the same personality as Leon, which was what she loved about the man.

"Well, I sort of went over to his house because I still had feelings for him, you see, Claire…remember when I told you how we escaped Raccoon together? We sort of created a bond between each other—I don't know if you ever saw that. Well…"

Jill went on, telling Claire all about the two different times she's experienced with either Chris or Carlos; but she never told Claire exactly why she did those things.

"But still, Jill, how could you even think about doing those things?" Claire asked her.

"I don't know, Claire, I just did them…" she responded, getting up off of her bed.

"I know you know why you did them, Jill, but I guess I won't force you to tell me…well, see ya." Claire said, getting up from the rocking chair and then left Jill's room, leaving her to be alone once again—like she always is, she was wont to be alone.

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