[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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PIERS AND I HAD been friends since childhood. But it's not the kind of friendship where we would always hang out, have pajama parties and stay up late telling each other our deepest secrets. We'd only talk whenever Camilla goes to the Nivans' household to talk to her best friend and since I didn't want to be left alone with Henry, I'd rather go with my mother even if I didn't want to. I know that Piers only put up with me because Lorraine said so, saying that I didn't have a lot of friends and that he should be nice to me, given that he had a bit of a sarcastic attitude. Although our mothers wanted us to get along, I mean... we do get a long but for as long as I can remember, I don't ever recall being his friend. We treated each other in between, as I'd personally called it. We treated each other in between... in between hot and cold, in between love and hate... in between enemy and friendship. I didn't know if he was just like that because of his family background or there's something else. I never bothered to observe him as we had never gone to the same school. So I was very bewildered when I learned that he had investigated my father for years and stated that he considered me his friend.
It was already the last week of May when I discovered a beach in one of my road trips around the city. It was half an hour away from the apartment and it made me think of the other things I might have missed here in my stay when I wouldn't be here for too long. It was afternoon, almost evening, and it was enough for me to see the scorching sunset that day. I leaned against the hood of my car as I took a picture of it and suddenly remembered the last time I went to the beach with my mother. She was depressed so I decided to take her out of the house and to the place she loved the most. Camilla loved the smell of the salty summer breeze and how it used to make her feel at peace at the view of the sunset and the calm waves. However, I think it just had the opposite effect, and I instead brought the worst in her. Because...,I heaved a sigh at the memory, staring at the picture of the sunset before deleting it from Piers' phone. The day after that, I saw her dead in her room, holding an empty bottle of antidepressants.
I tried to shrug the thought off and stared down at Piers' phone. Now that I've thought about it, Piers would be home in a few days so I guess I'll go back to Los Angeles the day after tomorrow. Lorraine didn't mind as long as I text her every day, and as for Piers, well, I haven't informed him about that. I just have to make sure to leave the apartment the same state we left it.
I still kept complying to my routines nonetheless, although I am more on cardio in the past weeks of my stay here, I'm also at the shooting range practicing more on my aims because my vision is not that good. When I get back, I'm sure my combat instructor would double my training menu.
"Your shoulders are tensed," A voice commented from behind me, making me crane my neck to the source. I lowered my gun as my eyes were greeted by a tall, well-built man, whom I estimated to be the same age as Piers. Through those yellow protective glasses were his dark eyes brooding with a mischievous glint to it and lips curled upward into those kind of smiles that you often see in the magazines.
