Falling For The Biker - Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Arthur's POV
My heart dropped with that crash. I dashed through the doors, rushed through the stairs, skipping a couple of them. At the top, my heart raced with step I took towards the sound.
“Sierra, I'm sorry,” I followed, Jackson's voice.
He was panicked. I didn't know what. I didn't know why but I did not like the sound of it. The anger he had earlier was completely gone. It has concern now. Worry and panic that scared me.
I got closer and from a distance I spotted Jackson, knocking on the door gently with his palm, holding the knob. “Sierra,” he called again.
The closer I got, the clearer I heard Sierra's sobs within the room. He glared at me the moment he noticed my presence but I did not care about him right now.
“Sierra,” I called but received more sobbing.
I stared at Jackson for a minute and he moved away from the door, stepping back from it. I knocked hesitantly. “Sierra, are you okay? Open up, please,” I said.
The more I heard her sobs, it felt like something was being pressed into my heart. This was what I meant by different. I lost my heart to Sierra the moment we met.
It was never the same with others. I didn't know how to get her to stop crying. I didn't know how to get her to open this door. “Sierra, please open up,”
For a moment, I didn't hear her sobs anymore. It took a moment and I tried the doorknob again but it was still shut. I heard Jackson scoff behind me. It took a lot of restraint from me not to punch him.
“You should leave. We will sort it out,” he said.
“You will sort it? What the fuck did you do to her in the first place? If you had just controlled your anger, you won't have hurt her,” I tried to constrain myself.
“Maybe if you had not tried to fuck her like some slut I would not have,” he fired back. “Get the hell out, Arthur,”
I turned back to the door, ignoring his words. I needed to see Sierra. I wanted to ensure she was fine. There were visibly no glasses broken out here and I did not want to think of the worse even though that was the only thing in mind right now.
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“Alright. What do you plan on doing now? How do you get her to stop crying and come out?” I questioned, turning to look back at him. I had completely forgotten that he was my friend and had every right to be mad at me for how he found out. However, I was equally hellbent on seeing for myself that Sierra wasn't in any way going to hurt herself or so.
“Tch!” Jackson scoffed. But soon enough, his eyebrows furrowed, and his lips parted slightly. “Do you even have any form of shame?”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“What do you want with her? Haven't you done enough with the girls you've fucked around? What do you need from her? The thought of how you've picked her to be one of those slut you bang at the backyard is what pisses me off.” His voice was loud, while his eyes darkened with fury. It was the kind of fury he didn't want to react to. He held himself down by folding his hands into a fist, and clenched his teeth.
Truthfully, that hurt coming from my friend.
For a long while after his statement, I stayed quiet but my eyes did the talking. I watched him intently, searching his eyes.
Now, I understood that he had every reason to be mad. I would equally feel the same if I had some playboy trying to have fun with my sister. Although the case seemed to be different now and I thought of how I was going to relay it to him and even the people of Willow Creek.
How could I let them know that with Sierra, things were different? My heart fluttered at the sight of her. I craved to hear her voice occasionally, feel her touch and just looking at her was like oxygen to a dying man.
Was anyone even going to believe me?
“Don't you get it, Arthur?” He began to speak again. His voice was twice as loud as the last time he spoke. It felt as though he wanted someone to hear what he was saying. Probably he wanted Sierra to hear him because Jackson wasn't someone who would bother making a point to just anyone.
“I'm only trying to protect my sister from any further heart wrenching experience. I don't want to see her cry over any man anymore. I don't want to see her run away from who she truly is or try to hide just because a man hurt her. I want my sister to live her life to its full potential and not stop it half way for some son of a bitch. Do you get it?” His voice cracked, the tears sipping through it. But he was strong enough to hold it down from trickling down his cheeks.
“Yes, I get it. I guess we both want that for her.” I found myself saying without a deep thought to it.
“I know you won't believe me but -”
My words were put to a stop when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket with a text message notification.
I didn't hesitate to bring it out.
“Yo. I saw your parents car drive right into your house. Do you think they're back?” The text read.
“What?” I yelled out. My heart suddenly began to race, my hands trembling. Not in fear but sheer anger. I suddenly clenched my fist as if I was preparing for war.
Without thinking, I fixed my phone back into my pockets and turned back on my heels, headed out.
“And you're finally leaving just like that.” I heard Jackson's statement just when I was almost out of his presence. I stopped in my track and turned back at him.
“You know what? Probably you're right. I should stay far away from your sister so I don't end up hurting her more than you think.”
“Oh,” I could see his stare waver in confusion before falling downcasted. His lips quivered while he probably thought of what he was going to say next.
Why the shock? Wasn't it what he wanted?
“But just so you know, it was never in my intention to hurt her feelings or play with them like you think. Even I, on the other hand, is concerned about my sudden change whenever it comes to Sierra. I want to wonder why with her, it all feels different. And if I'm to be honest, it scares me.”
That was the last of my words before I found my way out of the building, leaving him to his thoughts. And on my way to get answers.