Falling For The Biker - Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Sierra's POV
My hands trembled, staring at the door with blurry vision. I lost my cool. I lost my temper at the reminder. I knew Jackson did not mean it. He was only worried about me.
But I didn't want to hear his name. Vance was a reminder of my mistake. A mistake I thought no longer mattered since we were divorced. But who was I kidding?
I could not speak about it. I signed up for therapy, yet I could not say a thing. I could talk about anything else but the way I felt towards Vance. How much pain I was in. How much pain I am in.
It wasn't Arthur's fault. It was mine. I stumbled back to my bed, staring at the broken glasses on the ground. And at the injury on my fingers. I wanted to apologize to Jackson.
I really wanted to, but I had no idea what was stopping me. How much fear I held? All I could do was sob, listening to Jackson and Arthur try to get me out of the room.
I could make out a few words, but not enough to fully understand. “What happened?” I heard Mum's worried voice behind the door.
“We had a fight,” Jackson responded.
“Sierra,” Mum called, but then she stopped and sighed, followed by their retreating footsteps.
I knew I made her worried. It was my specialty. When I left with Vance, I did that. I didn't speak to them. At the time, they hated my relationship with him. They didn't want me to get married to him.
But I was in love. I wanted to be with Vance, but he didn't love me as much as I did. He treated me like nothing and I hate him so much for it. I wasn't sure how long I stayed cooped up under the sheets of my bed, soiling my pillow with my tears, but it was not enough.
“Mama,” Elvis excitedly came to the door, momentarily pulling me out of my dilemma.
“Mum, I got something for you!” he screamed in excitement.
I could already imagine how happy he was, but I could not. I could not let him see me like this. I never made him see me in tears. I never showed him how much Vance hurt me.
I never wanted him to see me so down. I smiled at him because I needed him to be happy. Away from my problems. He was aware I was going away from Vance, but he never once questioned it.
However, he could not see me now. “Baby, mummy is resting. Come with me,” Mum said.
“Is mum sick?” Elvis asked.
Mum hummed. "But she'll be fine. Just give her a little time to rest, okay?”
I didn't want to hide from this pain, but I had to. I could not face it right now, and cannot face my son and family either.
Arthur's POV
The sound of my engine filled my ears as I rode down the streets. It's been six hours since I left Sierra's home and that text message came in, but I had not had the courage to head back home.
My parents were home. I wanted to laugh, yet my bones did not want to cooperate. I had questions to ask. One, why they were back? They hated the small-town life. They loved being away from here and certainly away from me.
The thought of heading to the bar and ignore their existence has come into my mind more times than I can count, but I didn't want to. After another hour, I rode towards my house. Driving into the garage, I spotted my parents' car, or should I say cars.
Turning off the engine, I slowly took off my helmet, dreading the doors that led to the house, but I was here now. Just as I got to the door, as expected, two men stood at its sides.
They bowed, helping me with the door. Without a word to either of them, I walked to find my house in chaos. “Finally decided to come home, huh?” was my dad's welcome gift.
“Ah, Killian, you are home,” Mum joined in with a glass of orange juice in hand.
“Forgotten your manners, boy?” my father scolded.
One, two, three…
I counted as I placed my keys on the table. I turned to them with a forced smile, “Welcome home, Mum… And Dad,” I said.
“Well, that's better. I can see you still ride that junk of yours.” His eyes scanned my fit as my smile dropped. “Well, so long as it doesn't affect work. Tell me, how has it been going?”
I looked away, unable to answer. A lady rushed over to me with a glass of water. She would be the tenth maid I was seeing ever since I stepped foot into my house. “I do not like maids in my house, Mum,” I said to Mum.
Before she could speak, Dad cut in. “I asked a question. You will not avoid it,” he said sternly.
“I haven't been there because I do not care about it,” I sincerely answered.
Dad slammed his fists on the table and rose. “But you care about that useless biking thing you do!” he barked.
“Yes, I fucking do! And you know that!” I finally raised my voice.
“You will not speak to me in such a manner, boy!” he yelled back. “You will take the company serious. I didn't hand it over to you, so you will mess it up!”
“I didn't ask you to give it to me. My cousin would have been the perfect candidate to take over.” my words turned my father red.
He took a step forward, but Mum held him back by the arm. He shook his index finger at me. “You are nothing but a disgrace as a son,”
How many times have I heard him say that? I have no number because it was a motto of his when it came to me. His good morning and his good night to me were his reminder of how disappointed he was of me.
“Son, you need to speak to your father with respect,” Mum played the mediator… again.
“I only told him the truth. If he cannot handle it, maybe he should not have started the discuss,” I said.
“You will resume your responsibility as the CEO of the company or else,” Father threatened with clenched teeth, but the threat was yet to come.
“I am a grown man. You will not threaten me,” I said, standing my ground, but it only made my father smile.
“A grown man who rides a bike like a fool will be threatened. You love your chosen profession so much. Do not do as I say and be rest assured. I will make sure you are blacklisted from ever riding in the whole world.”