Wesker's Daughter

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March 13th, 2014, 4:30 am.

I wake up feeling myself being gently shaken awake and my alarm going off. I sit up and realize Jill's stayed with me the whole night. "Jill?" She looks at me after she turns off my alarm clock. "Thank you for staying with me last night." She still looks emotionless. "You're welcome. Time to get ready, you know how Wesker gets when you're not downstairs by 5:30." I nod. "Yeah, I don't need another one of his stupid lectures.” I get up and use the toilet, wash my hands and face, and brush my teeth. I hear a knock on the bathroom door as I am only in a towel. “Jill comes in.” She opens the door and sets down my clothes for the day. They are neatly folded like usual. “Thank you.” She sits them down on the counter and leaves the bathroom. I quickly got dressed. Today the outfit is an off-the-shoulder plum gypsy top, a black leather miniskirt, opaque black tights, and black combat boots with silver details. I look at myself in the large full-length mirror. It's a very pretty outfit, but I hate that I don't get to pick my own clothes at 16. I sigh and walk out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom. Jill's already set up my hairbrush on my vanity, what eyeshadow and lipstick I can use, and my earrings. I sit at my vanity and start brushing my long brown hair with some natural blonde streaks I was naturally born with. I then put on my makeup: a primer, light coverage foundation, setting powder, the only two eyeshadow colors I'm allowed today, lavender and gold shimmer, black eyeliner, blush, and the only lipstick I'm allowed to use today, a dark red lip tint. I put everything away. I spray a little perfume on my neck. I check the time as I put on my diamond-studded hoop earrings. It's 5:10 am.

I stand up and check my makeup, clothes, and hair. I head downstairs, and I see my dad pouring two cups of coffee and sitting them on the kitchen island by two barstools. I walk into the kitchen. “Morning, Dad.” He looks over at me and smiles. “Good morning, Melinoe. How do you like the clothes, makeup, and earrings I chose today?” “I love them, Dad. You know just what I like. Thank you for choosing them,” I say gratefully, hoping to suck up enough that he tells me about Mom. “I'm glad you like them. You look beautiful. Come sit; I made coffee for us.” I sat beside him and took a sip. “You put the perfect amount of creamer in like usual,” I say. “What can I say, I know my only child like the back of my hand.” I smile back. “You sure do, Dad.”