Falling For The Biker - Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Sierra's POV
I was unsure of how long I had been holed up in my room, replaying those simple yet hurtful and truthful words. I didn't blame Jackson. When he was angry, he always said things and most times, it was the truth.
I really ran off to hide again. I could still not stand my truth. After what felt like a spark of energy, I got off the bed and into the bathroom.
A quick bath and I was out. “Mama,” Elvis screamed, running towards me.
He collided into me, his arms wrapped around my legs. “Baby,” I said, squatting to even our heights.
I cupped his cheeks, feeling a pang of guilt. “I missed you, Mummy,” he pouted. “Why did you lock yourself in the room, Mummy?”
I caressed his face and hair. “Mummy had a flu. I didn't want to make everyone sick,” I lied.
It was that, or I had to admit to my eight-year-old son, I ran away from my duties because of my relationships. Elvis held his face and his eyes widened. “Does that mean I'm sick?” he asked.
I shook my head with a smile. “No, sweetie. You are superman, remember? Superman doesn't get sick,”
“Yay,” he smiled. “I'll tell grandpa,”
He immediately ran out of the room. The moment he disappeared from the room, Mum appeared with an apologetic smile. “I could not stop him,” she said.
I shook my head, moving to the dressing table. I could have guessed that already. Plus, I needed him to remind me of my duty.
“It's okay. I've ignored my motherly duties for over two days, and it's time I pick up the slack. My issues are… irrelevant.” I dropped my gaze to my fingers.
Mum sighed. “Don't push yourself too hard, Riri,” she rubbed my shoulders, flashing me a smile through the mirror.
I was finally out of my room after so long. “Mummy, I made breakfast,” Elvis beamed with excitement.
I glanced at Mum, who nodded. “He helped me earlier,” she said.
On getting down the staircase, I spotted Dad. He was focused on the newspaper in front of him, but he did not seem pleased for some reason. I took a few steps closer to the living room and on the side couch was a lady.
I seem to have met her somewhere, but I can't remember where. “Why are you here?” Mum sounded hostile to the guest.
I turned to her with a confused expression. It was out of character for Mum to be hostile to a guest. Dad doesn't even seem interested. The lady stood up with a smile, either oblivious to my parents' hostility, or she was just good at covering it up.
“Hi, Mum. I came to see you.” her gaze turned to me. “You must be Sierra Jackson's sister, right? I'm Shelly,” she brought her hand out and just as I took it, she pulled me in for a hard hug.
I snapped my head at Mum, still trying to process who she was until I remembered, then pulled away. “You are Jackson's mysterious girlfriend?” I asked.
Shelly dismissively waved her hand. “Oh, I'm not mysterious. I just didn't want to meet his family yet,” she said.
“Tsk,” Mum muttered, rolling her eyes.
I wondered what she might have done. “Mummy, I got you-”
“Are these the famous cookies?”
Before I could reach out for the cookie Elvis had brought, Shelly had already dug it, taking the three pieces on the plate. Elvis pouted. “That was for mummy,” he sniffled.
I patted his head, caressing it gently. “It's okay. I can have others,” I said.
“But it's finished,” Elvis whined.
“It's okay,” I comforted him.
“Oh, you even have a kid,” Shelly spoke, her gaze pointing.
“Jackson isn't home. Leave,” Mum said.
Dad did not seem to want to engage with her in the slightest. Shelly took a step towards me, clearing out my cookies, she snagged with a smile that did not reach her eyes. “I came to see you,” she said.
“Why?” I questioned.
“Can we speak privately?” she suggested.
We both stepped out on the porch, and she exhaled with her hands stuck in her pockets. “The snow is heavy today,” she muttered to herself, then turned to me. “Let's head out,”
“You said you wanted to speak with me. I don't feel like leaving the house,” I said.
“It's the holidays. It's best you step out. Meet new people,” she suggested.
“Why do you want to speak with me? I'll head back in if you have nothing to say to me,” I said, turning around to do so, but she held my arm, stopping me.
“Fine, let's go somewhere. I am your brother's girlfriend, after all. We should at least get to know each other.” She let go of my arm. “And what I want to tell you is important. I think you might regret it if you don't listen to what I have to say.”
I stared at her a moment longer. I could not understand why I felt uneasy about the way she looked at me. She smiled and spoke softly, but it was not convincing.
Maybe I was letting Mum and Dad's thought cloud my mind. “How important is this information? Is it about Jackson?” I asked.
“Jackson is safe,” she chuckled. “I just want to talk, just for a moment. Saying no will not do you good,”
I thought for a while. I was worried, considering I had no idea where she was driving at. I've only been in Willow Creek for a few days. There was no way I could get hurt by leaving with her, right?
A part of me didn't want to go, but I highly doubted I would be able to sleep properly if I didn't find out what all this was about. “Fine, it better be important,”