Renaissance and Choices

Chapter Eleven- Choices

Claire's POV

Wesker straightened (which was impossible in my eyes as he was already straight), his eyes falling on me. I swallowed something, possibly my tongue.

What if he despised physical contact?

"Touching you was crossing the line wasn't it?" I asked and when he lifted his hand I turned my head away from him.

Yep, touching him was definitely crossing the line. Now he was going to poke my eyes out for it. More like draw my eyes from their positions on my face.

"Ms Redfield?" He called, his voice stern and void of emotions as usual. Translation; turn around so I can hurt you in some form.

"Yes?" I replied, my head still not turning to meet that cold gaze he would always give me. In fact I was actually sparing my eyes.

"If I wanted to throw you into a wall for your previous action I would have done so already Ms Redfield" he told me and I ran my tongue over my lips.

I faced him. He was staring at me through his glasses, one gloved hand raised. I held his stare, that hand moving towards my face.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked as his gloved hand held my cheeks...gently. Something he never did.

"Isn't that what you want?" I replied with my own question, one of his fingers moving so softly I almost didn't feel it.

He reclined his hand as though he had gotten burn, letting out a sound rather than a growl. A heavy sigh.

"You should rest Ms Redfield" he stated, not looking at me. I felt bitter, bitter towards him.

Manipulation was his specialty. How could I fall for that? He probably gave me those damn nightmares to begin with.

"Was that one of the side effects of that pill? To dream my own death?" I asked and Wesker eyed me strangely. If I didn't know better I'd say that look said 'what the fuck are you saying?' .

"The pill may cause drowsiness Ms Redfield, not create your dreams...I don't own such power" he stated calmly, a bored expression on his face. I gritted my teeth.

He did this...he did this to me! He wanted me to be a stranger in my own mind. He wanted me to run back to him.

My torment was his sick fun.

"I dreamt that a man cut me open and you think thats normal?" I asked, my fingers gripping the sheet roughly.

"I fail to see how that should be a nightmare Ms..." I lost it in that moment, cutting him off.

"Claire! God damn it it's Claire!" I yelled, my hands gripping my hair rather than the sheet. I stood, taking my hands from my hair slowly, some of my hair comming down with it.

Wesker stared at me from his position on the bed, his face void of any emotions. If my life depended on him pitying me I would have died.

Not that I'd want him to pity me. I just wanted him to give me some form of emotion. A pain shot through my stomach, me regret throwing my 'meal' away immediately.

I simple drank the juice, nothing this man gave me could be good. I simple tried to drink the juice because I wanted to take the damn pills.

The cursed pills that had me rolling around in my bed like a wet pig. I looked to Wesker, my teeth pressed against my lips.

Maybe I would be better off on the cold floor afterall.