Three weeks ago

It took Jill a whole week to gather the courage to drop him. She had not talked to him of the entire week, and it killed him… At work, he acted normally and no one would have guessed what was going on between the two of them. He was too proud to make the first move, to be the first one to apology… He had not expected in the slightest what was going to happen.

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, not a presage of such a "tragic" day. He was occupying his mind with paperwork, sitting in his living room, when he heard a knock on the door.

"Jill," he greeted her after opening the door, inviting her to get in.

She did so, keeping her best poker face on. She passed him, turned around and faced him, her body showing a strange stiffness.

"Wesker."

The second he heard her pronounce his last name, he figured out what was coming next.

"I could have done it on the phone, but I thought you deserved that I do it the right way," she said, her voice slightly trembling.

His jaw tightened and his body tensed. He stayed still, his eyes fixed on her. He did not have his sunglasses on, which caused the task to be even harder for her. For once, his sunglasses could have been useful; instead she had to look into his eyes, read all his emotions through them…

"I do not wish to see you again, Wesker. Unless it's for work," she said calmly, her entire self-control required in the task.

"I see. Can I know why?" he asked, his voice emotionless. Though his eyes where betraying him, showing anger and sadness.

"Do you really have to ask?"

"I thought we could work this out," he grimaced at the clichéness of his words.

"Work this out? You mean me leaving Chris, cause you and I both know it's the only thing that will satisfy you."

"Well then, do it," he ordered her.

She shook her head. "He's unbelievable…" she thought to herself.

"I won't Wesker, just accept this!" she affirmed.

"Why not?" he poked her, he could just not resist it.

"How many times do we need to have this conversation? My answer is the same as the 30 previous times you asked me!" she almost yelled, losing her patience.

"Do you love him?" he asked out of the blue, his look straight.

"It's none of your business."

"Did you think you could get rid of me so easily, Jill? I think I deserve the right to know!" his tone was dangerous.

She stayed still, refusing to answer.

"Do. You. Love. Him?" he pronounced every word slowly, insisting.

"No…"

He felt a sudden spark of hopes.

"Do you love me?" he asked, insistent.

"What?" she asked, almost surprised. It startled her to hear the question coming out of someone so emotionless, so confident.

"Do you love me?" he repeated, this time yelling.

"I don't know…"

He chuckled cynically.

"Do not serve me that bullshit, Jill. You manifestly know."

"I just don't…" her voice was trembling.

"Tell me!" he yelled, boiling.

"No…" she lied, only whispering.

His face twitched; he was furious. Suddenly, he started chuckling, inexplicably.

"You're lying… I can feel it!" he stated scanning her, looking at her dangerously.

"I do not love you, alright?" she forced the words to get out of her mouth, keeping in mind she had to protect herself.

His jaw tensed and his hands clenched. His will power was used to its full extent to restrain himself from burning in anger. It was an awfully long five minutes where Jill looked at him twitch, his body trembling with anger. Then, all of a sudden, he turned around and punched the wall, breaking through the concrete. His fist was full of blood, he had even broken one of his knuckles, which would normally bring tremendous pain to him, but he was so frenzied than he could not feel anything. He turned around again and directed himself towards her, looking at her evilly, determined to obtain what he wanted.

"I want to have you and I'm going to have you…" he stated proudly, his gaze scary.

He pushed her against the wall, pressing his body against hers with as much pressure as he could. It hurt her and she twitched in pain. Then, his hands fiercely roamed her body, gripping her skin hardly, a grip that would leave bruises.

"Albert… please stop…" she felt the tears coming but shove them off.

"I know you want me too" he hissed between his teeth, roughly kissing her neck.

"No I don't… Stop this Albert… please…"

She pleaded him several times, but to no avail. She fought to get him off, pushing him desperatly, but it was of no use, he was too strong for her. Eventually, she tried to hit him, even aimed for his crouch with her knee, but he cleverly avoided it. He would stop her with every move she made. She was desperate… He was going to rape her, he was going to rape her…

"Albert!" she yelled, the faint sound of sobs in her voice.

Suddenly, he stopped himself and backed off. They were both panting heavily, both panicked in a different way; Jill hurt, Wesker lost. It took several minutes before anyone said anything.

"Jill… I… I'm sorry…" he let out, unable to hide the panic in his voice. He extended his arm, wanting to touch her.

"Don't!" she yelled, terrified.

"Dear heart… I'm sorry… I lost control, I'm really sorry."

She looked at him for a minute, her eyes watering quickly. She finally ran for the door, slamming it behind her. She reached for her car as quick as her legs permitted her and drove a few streets away to make sure he was not following her before stopping on the side of the road. Sitting on the conductor seat, she leaned her head on the wheel and cried herself out.