This chapter was a little bit rushed, but hopefully it isn't completely crappy!
2 weeks ago
It had been a very emotionally demanding week for Jill. Every night, at least three times per night, Wesker had tried to call her. Every time, she refused to talk to him. He was so insistent, he even called when Chris was with her, not even caring that this one might answer the phone. Every time it had happened, she had faked that it was a wrong number, or that the person had hung up on her. Chris started having suspicions; his captain was acting rather bizarre lately, so did she.
At work, Wesker found any reasons to be in the same room as her, alone… He had tried to talk her into taking him back, but she had always shoved him off, leaving the room without giving him any chances to talk to her more than thirty seconds. It took her everything to not give him another chance. She had spent most of her nights by herself, crying alone in her bed…
Jill was walking to the S.T.A.R.S. office when she felt someone grabbing her arm. Before she could even realize what was happening, she was pushed in a dark closet along with someone else. He carefully closed the door behind him before opening the light. She gave him a cold look, not appreciating at all his little surprise. She tried to leave the small room, but he blocked her way. She tried to push him out of her way, but he grabbed her arm roughly and pushed her against the wall.
"Stop that! Let me go!" she whispered loudly, forcing herself not to yell.
"No, I want to talk to you," he mentioned coldly.
"Well, I don't!"
"Why won't you take my calls?" he finally asked.
"Cause it's over, Wesker! O-V-E-R!" she whispered, lousing patience.
"I miss you," he finally let out, a hint of despair in his voice.
"Did you drag me into a closer just to tell me that?" she said, determined to not let it touch her.
He stayed still, staring at her coldly.
"Alright, I give you five minutes, sharp!" she finally gave in.
He stepped painfully on his pride, swallowing any dignity he had left.
"I'm sorry for last time," he stated, his voice calm.
"You already apologized and I still left you, what about you tell me something new?"
He raised his hands and tried to caress her face, but she quickly brushed him off.
"I miss you," he let out softly.
"Tough luck!"
He moved closer in her direction, it made her nervous.
"I miss your body," he let out softly.
"Stop that!" she whispered loudly.
"I miss your legs."
"Wesker, stop it…"
With every word escaping his mouth, he kept coming closer to her.
"I miss your hands on me."
"Stop that! Now…"
"I miss your breast."
"Wesker, stop it…" her emotions betrayed her as the faint sound of sobs was detectable in her voice.
He was only a few inches from her, his body almost pressed on hers.
"I miss your neck."
"Please…" she pleaded him, desperate.
"I miss your eyes," he whispered.
"Wesker, let me go, please…"
"No," he said firmly.
"Wesker, I'm begging you…" she felt the tears coming to her eyes, but fought them off.
"You don't miss me?"
She refused to answer, avoiding his sight.
"Answer me!" he ordered her.
"No…" she whispered, the tears coming back.
"If you don't, then why are you almost crying?" he cruelly reminded her.
"I want you to let me go Wesker, I want you to let me go NOW!" she stated, getting back in control of herself.
"Fine, but I think you owe me something first. I will let you go, only if you kiss me a last time," he said, hoping the kiss would help her change her mind.
She stayed still for a moment, considering the idea.
"Will you leave me alone if I kiss you?" she asked.
"Say no… please…" she thought to herself.
"No…" he thought to himself.
"Yes," he finally answered.
"Alright, I'll do it," she answered coldly.
He took his time, careful to do everything perfectly. He put his hand on her cheek and caressed it, looking deeply at her. She wanted to avoid his sight, but she just could not, her heart forced her to look at the man she loved. He leaned his head slowly just so he could feel her warm breath on his cheek. He finally closed the distance between their lips: he was only brushing them, buying himself time so the kiss could last longer, until she stopped him. He closed his arms on her, pulling her tightly to him. After a moment, he could not resist it, he dipped his tongue in her mouth, circling hers gently. He took her all her self-control to not moan, but she did not have enough to stop herself from hugging him. It took ten minutes to Jill to finally gather the willpower to break the kiss and push him away.
"Well, you got what you wanted, now leave me alone," she stated coldly.
He nodded, carefully not showing his disappointment, then left. Jill stayed still for a moment, sobbing quietly to not alert anyone. Her heart broken, she lived through her misery all by herself.