Chapter 22
Piers Nivans
This couldn't be happening! Mom had to be okay, this happened before and she was fine. Chris drove me to the hospital, he asked if I wanted him to come with me but I told him not to. I ran in, Dad waited in the waiting room. "Piers," he sighed. "Is she...?" He looked down. "Dad, if this is some kind of joke," I yell with tears forming in my eyes. He shakes his head. "No..." the tears start falling and he pulls me into a hug. Someone puts their hand on my shoulder, "Mom?" It's Tom, who joins in the hug. How could this happen? I mean, she seemed fine when I visited her yesterday, and now... What the hell?! Why her?! Why the fuck now?! I can't even, I don't know how to react! The three of us don't say anything, there was nothing to say.
Chris Redfield
I'd been a week since Piers' mom died, and his birthday had passed. Jill, the others and I tried to throw him a party but he wasn't into it. Everyone's mood had dropped, but not as much as Piers'. That did make sense though. He lost his mother. And from what I've gathered, they were really close. I wouldn't know what that felt like, I despised both of my parents, I think Jill's parents are more like my real parents. Jill and I have been good, while we'd be comforting Piers a lot, when we were alone everything was okay. Better than okay, better than great, everything was perfect. Being with Jill... she was my everything. I always knew that, even when I was with Piers. I only wanted her, and even Piers noticed that. I didn't think I was that obvious. I cared about him, I really did, but it just wasn't as strong as my connection with Jill. I was happy when he found Dave, but now he's just so... distant. I really hope he realizes we're all here for him.
Jill and I were currently hanging out at her place. Watching t.v. or in reality, sitting and just having noise playing because it would be an awkward silence if the t.v wasn't on. I looked over to Jill, purely admiring her beauty. Her hair look nice, elegant but casual. It was down, but two pieces were braided and pulled back behind her ears where they merged into one and fell into the rest. She'd dyed it recently as well, just a shade lighter than it already was, but it looked good. She was so perfect, her body, those eyes and oh god those lips. She looks back with a small smile. "I love you," I smile back. She lets out a small laugh, "I love you too."
Jill's phone made a noise, she'd got a text. She looks at the device and she smiles. "Hey Chris," she calls. I raise an eyebrow. "I'm going to go hang out with Claire. You okay alone," she asked. "I'm not invited," I ask with mock disappointment. "Then, you're okay," she asked. "Yeah. Have fun," I smile. She nods and leaves the house. And now I'm left alone with the episode of General Hospital on t.v. What was Piers up to? I take out my phone and call him. "Chris," he asks. "Yeah Piers. What's up," I ask. "Nothing," he sighs into the phone. "You okay bud," I ask. "Yeah Chris... I'm fine. What's up," he asks still sounding upset. "Wanna hang out," I ask, "Get your mind off of everything?" He takes a few seconds to respond. "I don't know Chris... Now isn't really a good time," he sighs. "Are you sure," I ask, "You sound like you need some distractions." "You know what," he asks suddenly with a little bit of excitement, "Let's go." He hangs up and I walk outside to see him already waiting at my car. "Where are you planning on going," I call. "You mind if we go to the gym," he asks, "I think it'll be good. Work off this stress and build some muscle while I'm at it." I raise an eyebrow with a smile, "Trying to be big and strong like me?" He rolls his eyes with a tiny laugh, the first one I'd heard from him in a while. I unlock the car and both of us get in. "So, what do yo want to work out," I ask. "I don't know," he shrugs. "You need to have a target muscle for today, then the next it'll be a different one. That's how I got like this," I motion toward my torso. "I don't fucking know Chris! Let's just go," he yells. "Okay," I say with the tone of 'calm down'. We arrive a few minutes later and enter the gym. After showing my membership and confirming Piers as my guest, we went to the machines. "Let's do some exercise without the machines," I tell him. "Why," he asks. "Because you aren't trained with them," I say. "Okay," he says and follows me to the matted area. "Don't worry," I smile, "I have some ideas."
We start with sit ups. We're going at the same pace, which is a little slow for me, but we were doing this for Piers, not me. "So, you wanna' talk about it," I ask. "No... I'm f-fine," he says as he tries to maintain his breathing and talk at the same time. "Come on, Piers," I say. "I'm fine," he says with hostility in his voice. I leave him alone, the only talking I did after that was counting out the sit ups. Piers was having trouble as we reached higher numbers, but I cut him some slack, he was doing this with only one arm so he was missing some momentum. We did several other exercises in silence, before Piers said he was done for today. We'd actually did a lot, I was proud of him, but he was miserable. I think this helped, it definitely got some frustration out, but he still had a lot of it. We walk back to the car, both of our shirts were drenched in sweat. We get in the car and I start it. "Chris," he looks over. "Yeah Piers," I ask. "Dave broke up with me," he says. "What," I ask. I was surprised by how angry I sounded. He nods, "He said... He said I needed time to think about what I wanted." "What," I yell. Piers just looks out the window. "That's not okay Piers," I tell him. "Whatever," he sighs. "No! Does he not understand what you're going through," I ask. Piers sighs. "We're going to see him," I put the car in drive. "No," Piers says. "Yes," I argue. "No," he yells. "Piers, how could you be okay with that," I ask. "Just... I don't want to," tears begin to fall from his eyes. "Okay," I relax, "Let's get you home."
We drive back to the houses. "You okay Piers," I ask before we exit the car. "No," he says honestly. I get out and walk around, opening the door for him. "What are you doing," he asks. "Come on, I'll come inside. We'll talk," I tell him. I expected him to fight it, tell me to leave, but he didn't. He didn't say anything. I walked with him to the house and he unlocks the door. We head up the stairs and into his room, no one was home. He sits down on his bed, I lean against his closet with my arms crossed. "Talk to me Piers," I tell him. "I don't know what you expect," he says. Damn, is he pigheaded. "Piers, you're going through a lot. What are you thinking," I ask. I wasn't a therapist, I would do my best though. "My life fucking sucks," he sighs after a few minutes. "Don't talk like that Piers," I say. "It's true," he yells, "Fucking lost my arm. Lost my mom, and now my boyfriend! What's next, my friends, the rest of my family, my life?" "Piers," I move next to him on the bed, "You're not going to lose anything else. Look at it this way, it can only get better right?" "Thanks Chris," he says sarcastically. "I'm sorry, but Piers... People still care about you," I tell him. He's looking at the ground. "Piers, I care about you. I still love you. You're my closest friend," I try to get his attention. "Really," he asks with teary eyes. "Of course!" He puts on a small smile, but I can't tell if it's sincere. "You're my best friend," I repeat myself, "I couldn't ask for a better one." He lets out a breath then reply, "Thanks Chris... That means a lot." I smile back, "Glad to hear it." Now what the hell Dave? Is he fucking retarded?! How could he just do that to Piers? I thought he cared about him. Guess i was wrong.
Jill Valentine
"How's this," I ask as I put a red dress against myself. "Looks nice," Claire smiles, "Red's a nice color on you. I see you in blue a lot." I shrug, "Always liked blue." Claire and I were looking for dresses, well I was. I needed something for homecoming, which was next Saturday. I was surprised by how late in October the dance was. "So how's Piers," Claire asks. I let out a sigh, I kind of anticipated this, and dreaded it. "He's... I don't know. It's all hitting him pretty hard." Claire shakes her head, "The break up couldn't have made it any better." "Break up," I ask. "Yeah," she says as if I would remember what she was talking about, "Dave broke up with him." "What," I yell angrily. "You didn't know," the younger girl asks. "No! He's going to need to explain himself," I tell her. "Just buy the dress, you shouldn't be involved in Piers' love life," she says. She was right, I shouldn't interfere, but sometimes I can't help it. "I guess I'll just get this one," I say motioning to the red dress. It was nice enough. It had a plunging v-neckline and was split at the left hip and went down to the right knee. I could wear a black skirt underneath and it'd look really nice. "Great choice," Claire smiles. I take it to the register and we pay. Well, that was out of the way now.
We head out of the store and begin to walk down the street. "So where too," I ask. "Isn't Chris missing you," Claire teases. "I'm sure he is, but he'll live," I smile. "Jill, I'm trying to make you leave politely," she says. "Um... Okay, why," I ask. "Because I want to go home, but I don't want to say it first," she says. "Okay," I laugh, "I'm going to head home Claire." "Okay Jill," she smiles, "I'll see you around." And we split ways, Claire heading for Raven's Gate and I was heading home. I had my dress, and everything was ready for homecoming, but halloween was coming soon. What was I going to be then?
So, I know this is a short chapter. School and stuff has my schedule packed. Next chapter is homecoming, should be packed with excitement. Til then, enjoy.