Hopefully, at least one person enjoys my crappy story XD You can always review, even if it's to tell me it's the worst pos you ever read!

I won't update for at least 1 week, damm end of semester...

Present

Jill had been crying for a good twenty minutes by now, inconsolable. He had no idea what to do, nor what to say. He had trouble to admit it but, seeing her cry like that made him feel terribly guilty, especially since it was the first time he ever witnessed it. He tried a few times to touch her to comfort her, but she brushed him off every time.

It was highly humiliating to cry in front of him, but it was just unstoppable. She always suspected something was wrong with him, but never did she expect him to be such a selfish evil asshole. It hurt even more cause it was him… Him that she shared her bed with, him that she let into her life, him that she… She closed her eyes, causing more tears to fall down her cheeks.

Unable to see her cry anymore, he stopped the truck on the side of the road. He turned to her, searching for anything to do that would make her stop to cry.

"Dear heart, please…", he whispered softly.

She kept her gaze outside of the window, more tears coming down her cheeks. He finally unfastened his belt and tried to position himself closer to her.

She felt his hand on her shoulder, but did not have the strength to push it off. His other hand reached for her belt's lock and released it. He waited a few seconds, hesitating to do anything else, but finally opted to push his comfort further, confident she was secretly hoping for some. He softly pulled her close to him. Unable to fight it, she leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, His arms closed on her, pulling her body even closer. His warmth and comfort finally enabled her to stop crying. Her breath stabilized and, for a few seconds, she got to forget all the horrible things he was, she just felt warm in his arms. Eventually, she released from his hug and looked at him, her red eyes from crying looking more calm.

Suddenly, for a quick second and because he leaned down, she had a quick glimpse at his eyes. She gasped, looking terrified. She could not explain what she was seeing. His eyes, which used to look an amazing blue, were now shaped like the ones of a snake… Not only that, they also changed color, to a terrifying yellow with a curiously glowing red center. She froze, what on earth happened to him…? Did she just dream that…?

Realizing what just happened, he quickly looked away, carefully adjusting back his shades on the top of his nose. He had no idea what to do now. He did not want her to see this yet, not now. Not until she had a more "positive" opinion about him… He finally started the truck back, acting like nothing just happened.

"Your eyes! What happened to your eyes!", she was yelling, panicked.

"Nothing…", he said, focusing on staying calm.

"Show me your eyes! Show them to me!", she yelled.

He stayed silent, ignoring her request.

"Wesker, for Christ's sake, show me your eyes, show me what happened to them", she was still yelling.

No reaction. She decided to fulfill her request herself. She slapped his shades off of his face, revealing his eyes. Furious, he turned to her, staring coldly at her. She gasped louder than the first time, horrified. She did not imagine all this, his eyes were really transformed into something hideous…

"Oh my God! What are you? A freaking monster?", she yelled.

He turned his focus back on the road, the look on his face sore.

Now that was too much for her, she had to get out of this situation, she had to save herself from him. No matter how, she had to try. Desperate to escape from him and on the verge of hysteria, she impulsively opened the door and jumped out of the truck while it was moving close to 60 miles per hour. Luckily enough, her training in the S.T.A.R.S. as well as her previous years in the army gave her experience with these kind of situation ; she knew how to fall on the ground without killing herself. Though, the truck was moving so quick that she failed to land properly on her feet and one of her ankle cracked violently, causing it to almost break. Jill's face twisted as the tremendous pain flashed through her entire body. Though, it was too late to give up now, she still had to try to escape. She was so determined that she almost forgot the pain. She stood up and started running as quick as her legs let her. She ran for the woods, hoping Wesker would lose sight of her. What she did not know was that not only his eyes were different, his speed too…

Surprise took over Wesker as he saw her jump out of the car from the corner of his eye. He abruptly stopped the truck on the side of the road, almost crashing it. In his haste to catch her, he left the driver's door opened as well as the keys in the ignition. Using his newly gained powers, he caught up with her in no time.

She had finally reached the woods, focusing to reach a certain point to forget the unbearable pain her ankle caused her, when she felt an heavy weight on her back. As an attempt to stop her, he jumped on her, which caused both of them to lose balance and fall on the ground. She let out a cry at the shock of his weight on her ankle, compressing it between him and the hard ground. Desperate, she ignored the pain and struggled to escape. He jerked her against him, leaving her no chance to escape.

"Let me go!", she yelled.

"No.", he answered calmly.

"Let me fucking go!"

"No."

She turned over and faced him. Although he looked calm, she could tell he was boiling. They stared at each other for a few seconds, but he finally had enough and tried to lift her up. Even if she knew it was completely useless, she struggled again, determined to try all she could to escape. But he would not let her go and her strength against his was pitiful. She eventually lost all contact with her rationality and started to hysterically hit his chest with her fists, for the only purpose of expressing her anger towards him. He looked at her, calm, barely trying to stop her. After a few minutes of her special treatment, she finally calmed down, but only to start crying.

Completely puzzled at how to act with her, he finally loosened his grip and simply hugged her. She hugged him back, tightly, desperatly seeking any kind of comfort from anyone… She continued to cry, unstoppable, her head buried in his shirt, soaking it.

"I hate you…", she let out, her voice muffled.

He sighed then lifted her up, carrying her back to the truck. Luckily for him, no one had stolen it. He gently put her back on her seat, fastening her seatbelt for her. She was avoiding his sight, her gaze empty, disillusioned. He looked at her a last time, wondering if he could ever fix things between the two of them… If there was really something to fix in the first place!