Chapter: Avoiding the Question
Author's note: So, do you guys remember when I said I'd be uploading every 3-4 days? Me either ;D. I will be doing my best to publish a chapter every other day. Sound good?
Thank you to the guest that left me my very first comment on this story: I know they're short but I try my best to write over 1k words per chapter. That way I can upload more frequent :). But I assure you, Sheva is still alive in the RE universe; at least in my RE universe she is! Creva forever! Hahaha.
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"You don't remember me?" Sheva was confused. 'How could he not remember me?' she thought.
"Who are you?" Chris asked again.
Sheva found herself at a loss for words. She was flabbergasted. Hurt, too. If he forgot about her, what else did he forget? 'He's drunk. Maybe he'll remember when he's sober.' Sheva thought to herself some more.
"Do you remember Piers Nivans? Jill Valentine?" She asked rapidly.
Chris shook his head, "I'm asking who you are. Tell me who you are," he demanded.
Sheva quickly become nervous about telling him her identity. She felt childish for feeling that way but what if he freaked out or became violent? She cursed herself for thinking such things. "Do you remember anything?" she asked in calmer tone.
"I don't want to talk about that. Why won't you just tell me who you are?" he asked in an irritated tone.
For some odd reason, Sheva felt scared and annoyed; scared, because she worried for her friend and annoyed, because he wouldn't answer her questions. Then again, she wasn't answering his either.
"If you don't want to talk about what you remember, then what's the use in me telling you who I am?" She asked while crossing her arms over chest. If he was going to get at all offensive with her, then she would do the same.
Chris could feel his heading pounding. He started to hear a high pitched whistle. 'It must be the alcohol.' he thought.He was getting pissed that she wasn't answering his one question. He wanted an answer, but his body wanted a bed. He gave her an angered look and walked passed her, heading towards the motel. Even though he was wasted, he still managed to walk a straight line.
"Hey, wait!" She called after him. "Aren't you going to answer my question?"
"If you don't answer my question, what's the use in me answering yours?" He replied in a mocking manner.
"Because I know who you are. I know what you've been through. Do you remember anything?" She asked again, walking right behind him. He was really becoming angry with her.
"Stop following me," Chris said in a low, threatening voice.
"I'm not following you; we're staying at the same motel. I have to go this way." She said matter-of-factly.
"How do you know where I'm staying?" He asked in a cold voice.
"I know more about you right now than you know about me."
Chris's mind was swarming with thoughts and images right now and decided not to say another word. He walked all the way to the motel, with her just a step behind. He would sneak a peek over his shoulder at her and she would just nonchalantly smile at him. He scoffed at her and would look ahead, making sure he was going the right way.
He finally made it back to the motel and walked to his door. She was still following him until she took a step away, walking in front of another motel door across from his. 'She wasn't lying about staying at the same place' Chris thought to himself. Chris gave her a displeased look.
She gave him an innocent smile that irritated him that much more. "Goodnight," she said in an emotionless voice. She unlocked her door and walked inside of her room and shut the door calmly. Chris did the same, but in a rough manner.
Once he made sure the door was locked, he leaned against the wall and slowly slide down till he was sitting on the ground. He buried his face in his hands. "She's alive, but who the fuck is she?" he asked himself.
Sheva walked to her bed and fell into it. She breathed a heavy sigh. "He doesn't remember me," she said to herself in a melancholy way. "How can he not remember me? Does he remember anyone or anything? And why didn't I tell him my name?" She felt silly for keeping her identity from him. "I mean, I've known him for three years now, why the hell am I so nervous about telling him who I am?"
It all happened so fast. Sheva's mind was racing. She was going to have to approach him again. She wasn't looking forward to it that was for sure. She thought of a good time and place she could talk to him. The best place would be at the bar, she guessed. She would go tomorrow night and try to get him to answer her. It wasn't going to be easy but she needed to know if he was okay or if the man she knew was still in there somewhere.
She looked towards the clock; '3:56am' it read. She needed to call Piers. But she was too tired to do so. She got up and took off her boots, next her jacket, then her jeans and t-shirt. She climbed under the blankets in her matching dark purple undies and bra. She always slept in nothing but her underwear.
She could feel her eyelids slowly drooping. As she was drifting off, all she could think about was Chris. 'The way he looked at me tonight…as if I was some bad omen he wanted to get away from…' She didn't know what to think of the situation, but she was going to help, that she was going to do no matter what.
She thought that once she found him she would be able to sleep well at night. To have relief that something's in her life would go back to normal. But this was unexpected. Her mind flickered to an old memory. It was of her mom. The memory was grainy and she could only remember bits of it. She pushed the memory to the back of her mind not wanting to think about it.
Sheva let out an exhausted breath and readied herself for sleep. "They're only dreams, Sheva…" she told herself. She slowly fell in to a light slumber as the nightmares began.
Author's note: First off—sorry if this chapter seem rushed at the beginning. But I promise the future chapters will be better paced. In the next chapter, Sheva approaches Chris again. Will things go better this time or will he just blow her off again? And will she finally tell him who she is? Oooh, so many questions and so little answers!
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