Temporary Alliance

Chapter Thirty One- He cares

Claire's POV

He was good at it. Wesker was really good at ruining lives and relationships.

Right now he created the tension that existed between Jill, Leon and I. Knowing Wesker he was enjoying every minute of it.

He was the main reason my husband and the woman I deemed my best friend (and older sister)  gave me dirty looks. In there world I had betrayed them, in my world I didn't.

I had given Wesker confidentiality at the cost of my friends. My family and the only persons who cared for me before he even did.

I sighed, crunching the apple I had found in the forest earlier. Where would my apology even begin?

I rocked Max slowly, the child finding my waist as the best place to be. I smiled as sometimes he would call me aunt Claire, a sweet gesture.

Leon and Jill had left along with Ada to gather fresh water as we all had ran out. In my opinion they volunteered to avoid me.

Leon had still taken my stuff but he wasn't the one that showed anger the most. Don't get me wrong he was angry but his anger wasn't the type that usually last.

It was Jill and deep down I owed her more than an apology. Their lives were far more important and if they weren't aware Wesker would have only used them.

How could I be so selfish ? How could Wesker be so eccentric?

Well the second question was actually a rhetorical one.

I grimace as I placed the sleeping child down and even though he said nothing I could still feel his presence.

I could smell him.

"I hope your happy" I gritted out, hard boots connecting with the floor so he stood a bit closer.

"Did something that would bring me pleasure take place without my knowing?" He asked and I gritted my teeth. Must he always be so careful with his words?

"Because of you they hate me." I hissed.

"They don't hate you Miss Redfield, humans hurt. Hate would be a harsh term for something temporary" he told me as if he knew my friends better than I did.

I faced him, his shades gone as he looked at me. Amber boring me at its harshest yet only soft words were said.

"Does it hurt?" He asked me, my lashes batting the moment the question was issued. Was this man being serious?

"Of course it hurts Wesker. Leon and Jill are family and right now my family won't speak to me!" I yelled, my mouth being covered by my hands as Max jerked in his sleep.

"I spoke not of the pair Miss Redfield...I spoke of your wounds" he corrected and I froze for a moment. Wait what?

How could someone beat the shit out of you and asked if it hurt?

"You're even sicker than they say" I told him but my lips trembled the moment a gloved hand moved under my blouse.

I shivered, staring up at him. He felt the area, his eyes not leaving me as he had a mental conversation with himself.

"What...what are you doing?" I asked as I was against a wall, my blouse being rolled upwards. Wesker grimace the moment he did that.

He saw it. He saw the way my skin looked black and blue in the ugliest form. His eyes met mine, Wesker moving away from me as I took my entire blouse off.

"It doesn't stop there" I stated as I gave him my back. His hands fell there, every wound stinging due to the small contact.

"Fuck" he mumbled behind me, me swallowing my tears. I grimace with all the wounds he touched. To be honest Wesker hardly swore and whenever he did, it was important.