The Sun Will Rise, and Expose All Our Lies

Title comes from So Long Goodbye, by 10 Years.

Thank you to the reviewers, and I would like to say Merry Christmas! Now that we have more snow I'm in the mood.

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Chris sat in his living room, he had just returned from a half day at work and threw his belongings across the floor. He removed his green body-warmer placing it on the back of the sofa. He poked his phone out from his grey khakis and checked for a reply from Jill. It had been a couple of days and he had heard nothing from her. He guessed it was still the sickness working on her, nevertheless he still worried for her. Chris always took up the role of protector, whether it be to his sister or a friend, Chris would do anything in his power to guard the ones he loved.

He typed in her number and tried once more to ring her, again no reply. He began to worry, and so decided to take off to see her.

Chris arrived at her apartment block he could see she had a light on, and so knew she was in. He knocked gently on her mahogany door. No reply.

"Jill, I know you're in. Come on." Chris was merely worried about her. He didn't wish her to be alone while she was sick. And on top of that he missed her; their relationship had become a lot stronger, perhaps delving into the borderlines of love.

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"I don't want you in. I'm still not feeling too well." Chris caught Jill's words coming through the door which divided them. Her angelic voice made him smile; at least he knew she was okay. Chris opened the door and within seconds Jill had slammed it back.

"For someone who's sick, you have great reactions." Chris was surprised at her speed.

Jill opened the door slightly, and apologised through the miniscule gap between them.

"I just want to be alone, Chris." Jill was submerged with guilt, it was a lie. Honestly, she longed to have Chris with her.

"I don't believe you," he gently opened the door, this time Jill complied and let him do so. She turned from him, and Chris caught a glimpse of something.

"Jill?" He barged through the door. His voice cracked slightly, sadness overwhelming him.

He grabbed for her hand as she began to walk away from him. Reluctantly, Jill turned to face him. His heart plunged into darkness. Along her fine facial features, a large bruise predominantly stood out below her left eye. Chris ran his fingers tenderly across the bruise, feeling the swelling.

"Who did this?" Chris could see at first glance it was deliberate; you don't just fall and do this.

"It was nothing." Jill retracted her eyes from his gaze, and found a spot on the floor to focus on.

"It doesn't look like nothing. Jill, it wasn't an accident." He grabbed for her hands, holding them close to his body. Jill still avoided looking at him, she couldn't cope to see the anxiety in his face.

"Come on." Chris was urging her to tell him the truth. It was obvious she was hiding something. Jill remained silent, and he continued gazing at her.

Eventually Chris broke the silence, knowing he wasn't getting anywhere. He sighed in defeat,

"Fine." Chris withdrew his hands from hers and began to walk towards the door.

"Wait!" Jill called out for him, grabbing his hand. "Someone just lost their temper, okay?"

Chris turned to look at her, disbelief plastered on his face.

"Lost their temper? Jill losing your temper is throwing a glass or something, not hitting a person." The Redfield anger began to rise within him. It was his only downfall, he had a short fuse, and the smallest of things could set it off. "Who did it?"

"Just someone I know." Jill spoke softly, she could sense his annoyance, and wanted to keep him calm.

"Who did it?" Chris spat his words. He wasn't angry at her, he was angry at the scumbag who would dare touch her. He clenched his fists tight, trying to maintain a level head.

Jill didn't want to infuriate him further, and she knew dodging his question would only make matters worse. "His name's Wesker."

"Wesker?" Chris furrowed his brow, and let out a low growl. "Why?"

Chris' aggressiveness began to scare her, "Stop, you're scaring me Chris."

Her words brought Chris out of his rage. He saw the fear in her eyes, something he never wished to afflict on her.

"Why does it matter Chris? There's nothing you can do." Jill continued.

Chris slumped his shoulders, "I know, I'm sorry Jill."

He looked at her with distressed eyes; he did nothing but worry over her.

"It's over now, and I'm fine." Jill gave him a comforting smile. He carefully cupped her face, and planted a soothing kiss on her lips.

Sheva had finished her paperwork, and began to leave the RPD. Like Chris, she too had a half day however she was swamped with reports. She stumbled out of the RPD, carrying various files and pages. Apparently on Wednesdays the RPD was popular as she couldn't get a parking space, instead she had to park in the city itself and walk. She had now regretted her choice of heeled brown boots and on top of that the files she had weren't easy to carry such a distance.

She staggered into the next street and had to serve to avoid hitting a man passing by, in the process knocking one of the files out of her hands and across the pavement.

"I'm terribly sorry." The man she had avoided hitting apologised and reached over to collect her file.

"Thanks" She flashed him a smile.

"Do you need some help?" The man had a smooth, polite English accent. Sheva looked up at him, he was older than her and wearing black suit with sunglasses. Sheva immediately found him alluring. She did like older men, Chris was older and she found him very attractive, but this man was more than that. He appeared so suave and sophisticated, something she found incredibly enthralling.

"If you could?" Sheva appreciated his offer.

He nodded and helped carry some of the papers she was swamped with.

"I'm Sheva." She spoke confidently toward him.

Of course, he already knew who she was. "Wesker. Nice to meet you."

Wesker knew everything about her, he knew she was a close acquaintance of Chris's, and perhaps she could help him find out more about the man. She was a mere pawn in Wesker's plans.

Sheva placed her files in the back of her car, and Wesker closed the boot for her.

"Thanks for carrying them." Sheva said.

"Anything for a pretty lady." Wesker gave the slightest of smirks.

"Would you like to get a coffee?" She offered, in her eyes it was the least she could do for him.

"I would." He answered to her, looking her dead in the eye. Her heart seemed to skip a beat as his eyes, beyond those glasses, were fascinating.

Chris and Jill had entwined themselves comfortably on her sofa. He had his muscular arms snaked carefully around her waist, while her hands remained firmly on his chest.

"You're so cute." Chris said softly. Their faces were only centimetres apart. Jill giggled at his compliment.

"Even when I have a black eye, and look tougher than you do?" She smiled.

"Even then." He returned the smile and gazed into her blue azures, placing a gentle peck on her cheek.

Her phone vibrated, it seemed to do so for the past half hour. Jill glanced towards it, but decided to ignore it.

"How was work?" She asked quietly.

"Not too bad. We haven't had a bad day in a while actually. Probably means we're due one pretty soon." He brought his hand from her waist up to her face, placing a stray brunette lock back behind her ear. She leaned in to give him a kiss. He accepted it and continued to deepen the kiss; she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

Chris pulled unwillingly away,

"Nature calls." Chris said, breaking the romantic mood the two had. Jill laughed and watched as he left for the bathroom.

She reached for her phone to read the messages sent throughout the day. They were from a long term client she catered for. She was booked to visit David tomorrow, and he seemed to like to text her beforehand. Although she hated all clients, David was the best of a bad bunch. As her visits became a regular thing, she got to know the man relatively well, and compared to the others he was always as respectful as he could be to her. He always was a gentleman to her. He often gave her sweet compliments, even roses occasionally. Many believed those who attended escorts were little more than sleezy old men. But David was a gentleman, just a lonely one.

Chris sneaked up behind the sofa, wanting to surprise Jill. His eyes caught sight of the text. He wasn't deliberately looking, but the text captured his attention,

Can't wait for 2moro, it's been a long time. Xxx

He saw it was from a man called David. Chris had never heard of him and as much as he hated to admit it, the text pierced him with jealously. Chris's mind began to wander, what if she's cheating on you? He dismissed his thoughts; the text was probably just a friend. A misunderstanding, he wouldn't let his jealously get the better of him.

"Hey." Chris spoke up. Jill jumped out of her seat as he spoke, she quickly took the phone and placed it face down on the table attempting to hide the messages.

Chris plonked himself beside her.

"I just remembered I have a coffee date with Sheva. I'm going to have to leave." Chris said to her. Jill wiped away an imaginary tear, to which Chris chuckled in response.

"You spend a lot of time with her. Anything I should know?" Jill was teasing him but under her exterior, she was a tad envious of Chris's relationship with Sheva.

"No. You spend a lot of time texting. Anything I should know about?" Similarly, beneath Chris's teasing, there was an ounce of truth.

"Good to know we trust each other." Jill smiled. He leaned his head to hers, for another passionate kiss, and then left for his meeting with Sheva.

Chris arrived at Starbucks as arranged with Sheva. He glanced into the cafe and saw her sipping coffee with another man. The sight made Chris smile, Sheva never seemed to have any relationships. As Chris waltzed closer to them, a spark flew in Chris's mind. He recognised that man. He was in Jill's apartment block, that face was unforgettable.

Sheva saw Chris approaching, and both her and Wesker rose.

"You got a friend?" Chris asked her innocently while grinning.

"Chris, I'd like you to meet Wesker. He says he's a friend of Jill's." Sheva smiled politely to him.

Chris's smirk faded quickly into a scowl. Being a Redfield, the anger he had been blessed with began to rise. Although he didn't know the man, he had colossal amount of hatred for him. Wesker hit a woman, not just any woman, but a woman Chris cared so much for. There was no way he was going to let Wesker get away with this.

Chris looked Wesker dead in the eye. Wesker, knowing full well what the younger man was thinking, casually smirked. And that was enough to set him off.

Blinded with fury, the younger man placed a solid right hook onto Wesker's face. The force of Chris's punch sent Wesker stumbling back. Wesker lackadaisically swiped his hair back into the quiff and adjusted his glasses, and within a fraction of a second he had rammed back into Chris. He picked the younger man's legs up and slammed his body into the adjacent wall, letting out a low snarl.

Wesker began to repeatedly land punches across Chris's face. By this stage, those in the cafe were stunned by the scene unfolding before them. It happened so quickly, no one quite knew how to react, and Sheva remained frozen in shock.

Chris let out a deep groan in pain as he grabbed for his face. He then began to grope aimlessly at Wesker, eventually grabbing his shoulders. In one swift action Chris brought his knee up to collide with Wesker's groin area. Wesker doubled over in pain and staggered back from Chris, grabbing for his injured crotch.

Once Chris had regained his senses he attempted to lunge once more at the older man. Sheva immediately stepped in between them, placing her hand on his chest to stop him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Her voice broke the silence that had fallen in the room.

"He hit Jill." Chris answered, still shaking with anger. His gaze never once left the man standing opposite him.

"What?" Sheva was shocked and confused. She turned to look at Wesker, attempting to get a reasonable answer from the men.

"And why would you care anyway?" Wesker spoke confidently. Unlike Chris, he was still cool and collected. The younger man looked as though he would break at any moment, continuing to shake like a leaf.

Chris couldn't bring himself to speak. The hatred began to bubble once more, of course Chris would care. Wesker had no right to deny the feelings Chris had for Jill. He clenched his teeth, trying to maintain his composure.

"I just don't understand why you would care for her. You aren't the only one, you know?" Wesker grinned devilishly.

"What?" Chris asked barely audible. A droplet of blood began to caress down his face, from a cut induced by Wesker's punches.

"You aren't the only one she's fucking." Wesker chuckled; those words brought him much satisfaction. Chris looked as though his heart was ripped from his chest. He turned pale, and his anger washed away into hurt. Chris staggered back slightly as if he had been physically hit by the force of Wesker's words.

"Chris?" Sheva looked up to him. She looked as though she was about to cry, she saw the pain in his eyes.

Chris glanced around seeing all the faces staring at him. A circle of people had formed around them, it made him shudder. Not only was he hurting, but he was now thoroughly embarrassed as well. Dismissing those around him, he walked awkwardly away clutching his face.

His fears had come to life; Chris knew it was too good to be true. Someone like Jill doesn't just go out with someone like him. As much as it pained him to admit it, it made sense. All the texts, the secrecy, her 'sickness', all along she was cheating on him.

Sheva looked to Wesker as Chris left. She was stunned, and felt sick with concern.

"I've said too much," Wesker replied. He nonchalantly strode out of the cafe.

Jill was attempting to cook, something she rarely did. With no mother and a father who refused to enter the kitchen, Jill wasn't skilled in the art of baking. But she had a notion to, she thought it would be a nice surprise for Chris.

Her apartment door was barged open quickly, which made her jump. She stepped out of the kitchen cautiously, however when she saw Chris she settled down.

"Ever heard of knocking?" She asked, her lips curving into a small smile.

She began to worry when her smile wasn't returned. She studied his face; she noticed dried blood smeared across his cheek and what looked to be a tear stain emerging from his eye.

"I fought for you." Chris spat his words bitterly towards her.

Jill's smile turned into a frown.

"What? What happened?" She asked quietly. She brought her hand carefully to his blood stained cheek, to which he swatted it away within seconds.

"I met Wesker." Jill's heart sank. What had he said to Chris? Did he tell him? Jill was on the verge of tears, she didn't know what to do. And seeing him hurting broke her heart.

"Chris." Once again, Jill brought her hand comfortingly up to Chris's cheek.

"No!" Chris shouted, hitting her hand away. Jill was shocked by his aggression.

"Are you cheating on me?" Chris asked sadness evident in his tone. He wasn't angry, he was upset. It was his way of dealing with the pain. He tried to mask it with fury.

"It would make sense. You were easily spooked earlier, you text constantly." Chris continued his voice began to break, "Why?"

Chris held strong eye contact with her. His exterior showed annoyance, rage yet looking into his eyes she saw pain. Nothing more.

"I'm not Chris." It was all she could say to him. Her eyes began to fill with water, the realisation that she was going to lose him began to kick in.

"That's why we haven't slept together, right? You have other guys for that, you don't need me." Chris said viciously toward her.

"I didn't think you cared about sex." Jill was shocked. He never showed any anger about it before.

"Don't bring this back on me. It has nothing to do with what I want. It's to do with the fact you have other men."

"There's no one else Chris." Jill was desperately trying to recover the situation. She didn't want to hurt him, nor for him to lose his temper.

"I don't believe you." Those words cut Jill. They affected her in a way she never thought words could. He believed Wesker over her.

"You believe him?" Jill looked at Chris with disgust. He believed the man that had hit both of them, yet wouldn't trust her.

"I don't know the first thing about you Jill! You never tell me anything. You only tell me parts, never the full story. I wouldn't be surprised if you are cheating on me."

"Chris, please." Jill could see him reaching boiling point with his anger. She wanted to resolve their argument. "You mean so much to me."

"Bullshit!" Chris had lost it. He just wished she would stop with the continual lies. He didn't mean shit to her. If he did, she would tell him the truth.

"Please calm down." Jill tried to maintain cool. She stood confidently opposite him, though deep down she had begun to get scared of his anger.

Chris saw her fear, and it seemed to break his heart right there and then. He was becoming a monster again in front of her. He took a deep breath,

"Then tell me the truth." He spoke calmer than earlier. He had begun to collect himself for her sake.

Jill couldn't bring herself to speak. It was a lose-lose situation for her. Either she tells him the complete truth, that she is an escort and lose him, or continue to lie and still lose him.

Jill's silence had answered Chris's fears.

"You don't care, do you?" His words seemed to blow a fuse in Jill's head.

"Don't. Don't you dare question my feelings for you. Don't you dare!" She screamed into his face. The tears she had held back for so long began to stream furiously down her cheeks.

"Then tell me the Goddamn truth!" Chris shouted back at her. His eyes beginning to swell with unwanted water as well.

The room fell silent. Chris stared her out, looking for her reply. She avoided his gaze.

"I can't." Jill's voice was dry. She spoke faintly.

Chris looked at her in disbelief, scoffing. He let out a sigh, "Enjoy your life, Jill Valentine." Chris walked out her door, not once removing his eyes from the beautiful woman in front of him.

Jill fell against her door and unto her knees, sobbing silently.

Done! Yeah, I'm a mean person leaving it like this. Anyways, apologies for any mistakes and for my language. I dislike swearing, but felt it was necessary for the chapter.

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