[Resident Evil Series #2]
[Piers Nivans X OC] Abused, abandoned, abducted, alone. Cheryl Hansenʼs life revolved around terrorism. But when she reunites with her childhood friend who reminds her of home, he taught her again what she learned from him...
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THE FOLLOWING DAYS PASSED by quickly; however, the things that Piers had told me that night still lingered up to this day. It wasn't the first time I had heard those words from someone. I had heard it from my therapist, the people from the rehab, the BSAA even... but I'd always perceived those words as empty promises. But I believed him. Not because he made it sound promising, it's because Piers was the one behind those words.
I have to say, I'd grown to like his company whenever we'd have the chance to talk. We'll mostly talk about anything under the sun while we take turns on cooking, doing the laundry and things similar to those. Mostly it would be me doing household chores because he'd report to work once in a while, work out and pick up groceries along the way. I once volunteered to do the groceries but he insisted that he'll do it.
"Oh, hey, let me help you with that." I offered, standing up from the couch and putting the book I'm reading down. I helped Piers with the bags containing the groceries.
"Thanks," He said, and I nodded, telling him that it was nothing. While I was taking out the foods from the bags, Piers caught my attention once again when he spoke. "Hey, I got you something."
"Really?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, a little surprised that he bought something for me, again. He handed me a white paper bag. I accepted it then inside it was a black floral dress. I looked back at Piers, searching for some kind of explanation.
He shrugged. "I figured that you wouldn't mind what you'd wear for tomorrow."
I nodded slowly, still perplexed. "Okay, um... but where are we going tomorrow?"
"We're gonna go visit my parents tomorrow."
I closed my eyes for a brief moment, remembering that it was already tomorrow. "Oh, yes. Sorry, days passed by quickly that I had completely forgotten about that."
Piers nodded, "If you don't like the dress, you're free to wear anything you like."
I shook my head, "No, this is fine. I'll wear this for tomorrow. You didn't have to buy me a dress, but thank you."
When I returned to my room, I tried on the dress and I can't help but be amazed when it fitted perfectly on me. It complements my features a lot, like it was made for me. I spun in front of the mirror, rehearsing my smile when I see Piers' parents. I didn't expect that he had a good taste in women's fashion. Now that I thought about it, I wonder if Piers had ever been in a relationship? I doubt it, though, at least as of this moment. He's too committed on his work to even dwell on the thought of being in a relationship.
I woke up early the next day to prepare. I never expected that I'd use it for this purpose. I thought to myself as I stared down at the makeup bag Julia had given me for my birthday a few months ago. I was quite thankful that she taught me how to do my makeup. I never did care about how I present myself to people, but I wanted to make an exception, just for today. I was finally going to meet the people who picked me up from the dirt after all.
