No strings attached - Leon S. Kennedy

Chapter 11

I couldn't sleep all night, the bags under my eyes were proof enough, my head hurt like a wreck and my stomach kept turning. It wasn't long until a tear crept it way down my cheek again but i wiped it away immediately, I need to stop crying over this, i'm not 16, I'm 25. Get it together, go into work, don't talk to him, don't look him in the eyes and most importantly, report it to hughes. My minds been filled with that all night, do I tell them? Tell them that he stole my research letter for Information, but something inside of me hated the thought of not seeing his stupid face at work anymore, and what if he does good with that research letter, what if i.. Who am I kidding, I just didn't want to see him go..

The usual, I walk into work, this time I look completely done, I couldn't look into the mirror without feeling used, like I didn't deserve to be treated right. At least the bags were covered up by bits of make up, I yawn and rub my eyes, I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy. At my desk i notice that all my stuff is gone, am i fired for good now? "Adams needs to see you" Williams says and taps my shoulder, did i fuck u p again? I've been doing that a lot recently. 
I can barely hold myself on my feet, strolling towards adams office "Torres, I've got good news for you" I crack a smile "You can just call me Amber, you know that" i laugh "Alright, well Amber, Hughes brought me good messages today, You're getting your own office, because of all the hard work, watching Leon, making him a viable part of Umbrella" My eyes widen, what? Good work..? I'm literally lying into his face about Leon and if I actually wanted to report him, I would've. "Are you serious?" I ask in disbelief "I wouldn't lie to you" Ugh, what a way to word this, adams "It's on this floor, Room 117, we moved your Computer and files" "Thank you, Adams, that's amazing news" I feel thankful and so guilty, I see myself off and take my things to my new Office. 

It's not huge, but it's definitely better than feeling watched all the time, now I also don't  have to feel like I constantly need to look at him next to me, knowing he's watching me, knowing he used me. I didn't want to stop seeing him next to me. I Slam my bag under the desk, fuck you Leon.. A knock rings out on my door and I turn around "Yeah come in!" I set my clothes before standing at my desk, the door opens and i immediately want to run and shut it down again when he walks in, instead i walk behind my desk, to stay as far away as I can. "Amber" his voice echoes in my head "Don't say my name, please" i beg, it just gets me to my tears when i remember the ways he'd say it when I felt okay with him. "Just listen, I'm sorry, I just really need you to keep it to yourself" Did i hear it right? Keep it to myself? "Is that why you're apologizing, so I won't tell on you, not because of my feelings?" he shakes his head "No, That's not it,  I'm just doing my job" he sounds truly desperate "So am I, Leon, you know i need to report it!" "A- Torres! I'll explain everything to you" My head is starting to spin again, how does he get whatever he wants, is he actually going to explain it, or is he saying it? I want to believe there is a good side in him. "You have a week to convince me" I demand, "Fine, but let me apologize" I nod unsure of the outcome of it. Please just leave this room, there's nothing I can do for you, all I want is for you to get out of my head. "I can start explaining now, if you'd like that?" his voice softens, maybe it'd be good for my mind. "If I find out you are lying to me again-" "I'm not." he cuts me off "start" i command and lean on my desk while he comes closer, my breath gets shaky and my throat feels sore. "I was one of the survivors of Raccoon city, just a cop that was late for his first day. I never expected to be confrontated with the horrible things i'd see that day" i watch his fists ball, there's truth behind it "I've met a woman that helped me through it, but these people, they weren't people anymore" his gaze lowered "Those people didn't deserve to die, feel the pain they did" his posture was tense, there was so much hurt in his voice, I reach my hand towards his balled fist to take it "Tell me about the rest some other time" please don't let this be one of his acts, because the moment I touch his hand, he softens his grips and looks back up at me "Right, I apologize for getting emotional" I look away from his eyes and quickly take my hand away from him "I'll have to get to work, please do so aswell" he nods and leaves my room.