TO THE MAN I LOVE [Albert Wesker × Female! Reader]

II

!!WARNING!!
(Fake scenarios, family issues.)

In the night, he was again walking in the park where he met you. It's almost midnight. Then he saw someone... who looked just like you. However, holding a gun?.

Albert walks towards the unknown person, as he gets closer he gets a better look, it was clearly you.

"You." he whispers as he comes close to you.

"What is it that you're doing here now?" he asks as he looks at the gun and then at you, he looked at you with a cold and stern look. His tone was quiet, like you and him were the only ones in the park.

"What are your intentions with that gun?" he asks again a little bit louder

You looked at him, then you wiped your tears.

"O-oh? You??"

He could see, the bruises on your face.

"I'm not letting you get away without answering my question." he says as he stares at you.

He took a step closer to you, his hands on his pockets, his head still looking down at you with an intimidating stare.

"Where did you get that gun from?" he asked in a cold and serious tone. You didn't respond immediately which made him even more angry, he took his hands out of his pockets and slowly grabbed the gun, he examined the gun for a few seconds and then looks at you. His eyes looked cold.

"Tell me."

Your breathing becomes a little weaker and you start crying again. You're still holding your stomach with your other hand.

"You're not telling me?" he asks.

He stands in front of you and holds the gun with his right hand while pointing the gun at you. The cold stare he had in his eyes has turned into a sinister one, as he looked at you with those cold, evil eyes, he was standing still and looking at you, waiting for your answer with a very serious expression. You could feel sweat drops forming on your skin, seeing a gun pointed at you.

"Are. You. Telling. Me?" he asks again in a cold voice.

"You... you don't know..." You said with a hasty breath.

"They.. they stabbed me with a knife.. then they throw me into this park, I do have that gun... my life... is useless in this world.." You said glazed, then you fell on the ground.

He looked at you for a few seconds as he holds the gun in his hand while he looks at you lying there on the ground.

"Who are they?" he asks while looking at you with a sinister and evil look in his eye.

He keeps the gun pointed at you while he squats down a bit to be on your level. You are scared of what his intentions are, you slowly close your eyes, not knowing what's going to happen.

Your tears come out, remembering those who treated you like an asshole.

"my... family.."

You said, then you fell unconscious.

He was quiet for a few seconds as he looks at you laying there unconscious. He was thinking about your answer and the pain and suffering he saw in you. His face slowly showed a more humane side, he slowly extended his right arm out to place the gun on the ground in front of you and slowly places the gun down. He looks at the gun and your unconscious body, he extends his other arm and grabs you and lifts you up slowly, before he holds you in his arms.

"You should rest now, (name)..." he says while he carries you to his car.

A few weeks later, you wake up in a hospital room.

"Ughh..."

As you slowly open your eyes, you notice you're in a comfortable bed in some sort of recovery room. The blinds on the window are fully opened which allows some natural light to come in, the view behind the window shows a pretty good view of the city you live in. You notice a man sitting on a chair on the right of the bed; your eyes slowly gets used to the light and you notice he is Albert, the man you met at the park. He looks at you calmly.

"So, you're up." he says as he looks at you and smiles.

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