Falling For The Biker - Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Sierra's POV
I wished this could have been avoided. Arthur knew what he was doing when he gave me his clothes and dropped me off. “What are you doing with him?” Jackson asked, angrily pointing and glaring at Arthur, who seemed unbothered.
“He came to drop me off,” I responded.
Jackson scoffed. “Drop you off?” his eyes drifted to Arthur, then back to me. “What were you doing in his suite? You stayed throughout the night. Sierra, do you not know who the fuck he is?!” he barked.
“Arthur is your best friend,” I replied, growing upset.
“And so when I tell you to stay away from him, you do that!” he yelled, then turned to Arthur. “This is your doing, huh?”
Arthur, infuriatingly calm, shrugged. “I have no idea why you would yell at the person who found, rescued and brought your sister home. Something you couldn't do, by the way,”
A smug smile spread across his lips. “But hey, I'll take being yelled as appreciation. Works for me,” he added.
I couldn't understand why Arthur was pushing Jackson with his words. Jackson was red-faced, his fists so tight and his countenance so close to hitting Arthur.
I didn't need to be hit to know it would hurt, but Arthur, who was meant to understand this, was doing the opposite of what he was to do. He kept teasing Jackson.
It would not be too long now, and I knew Jackson would hit him. All this was happening because of me. I would not want Arthur hurt. He saved me in the bar. Appreciation was what he deserved and not a punch.
“Do not play with me, Arthur,” Jackson warned with gritted teeth.
“What's the fun in that?” Arthur said.
Jackson took a menacing step towards Arthur, but Arthur remained grounded, hands fixed in his jacket's pocket. Before Jackson could get close, I stood before Arthur, placing my hand out to keep some distance between the two men.
“Stop this, Jackson. Arthur brought me back safely. You will not hit him,” I said, sternly.
Jackson did not spare me a glance. The both men were locked in a standoff. I glanced at the two men and gave up, walking into the house. I wasn't a child who needed to be scolded for staying out late and who I was with.
And if Jackson wanted to be unreasonable and Arthur encouraging it, I would not be involved. Mum greeted me with a smile the moment I stepped into the living. “Riri, darling. You're back,” she said.
“Hey Mum,” I looked around. “Where's Elvis?” I asked.
I hadn't seen him for a long while. “He went out with your father. He enjoys his company,” Mum replied.
I nodded with a hum, glad that Elvis was enjoying himself. “What did I tell you about Arthur, Sierra?” Jackson joined us.
He didn't seem to have hit Arthur, so that was good. “I told you to stay away from him, but you never listen, do you?” he said.
I rolled my eyes. “He picked me up from the bar and chose to ensure I got home. Where's the harm in that?” I said, frustrated he was still acting up.
“The harm? He is fucking Arthur! Why be drunk when you should be sober, anyway? What the fuck is wrong with you!” he yelled.
I took a step towards him, finally having enough. “There is nothing wrong with me. But maybe there is with you. You talk to me about making wrong choices when you are no different,” I said. “I almost got ran over. Guess who was at the wheel?”
Jackson frowned. “What are you talking about?” he asked.
Mum took my hand, her eyes roaming my body. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” she asked, panicked.
I hummed. “I'm fine, Mum,”
There was no need bothering anyone with that information right now. “I had told Mum I would be coming home late. Why do you keep acting like I disappeared? There was clearly nothing to be worried about,” I said.
“I told him about your text. He decided to push things out of proportion,” Mum said.
“I am trying to protect you, but…” he shook his head. “You have chosen to be stubborn. Fine,” he said and stomped off.
I, too, left for my room and joined by Elvis soon after. Night came, and I led Elvis down the stairs. It was movie night. My gaze landed first on my brother, who seemed still upset about our quarrel.
We had not spoken since then and a part of me felt guilty. He didn't bother looking my way and kept his eyes fixed on the television. I looked away, smiling at Elvis, trying my best to hide my emotions.
I knew I needed to apologize. I would agree to his terms. After all, I needed to stay away from Arthur. As much as I found him attractive and was constantly drawn to him, it was not mutual. I was way out of his league and I would just have to accept that.
I felt the sting in my heart at the thought of it, but it would only hurt more if I keep being stubborn. I didn't listen before, and I was left broken. I didn't want to feel that way anymore.
I could barely focus on the show we were watching. Elvis, Mum and Dad interacted a lot with me and Jackson silent. It didn't seem to bother the trio, but it did me. I rarely argued with Jackson, and certainly not for this long. Maybe I should apologize now, I wondered.
I was about to speak when a notification came through Jackson's phone. The moment his eyes saw what it was, he stood abruptly, eyes wide, fingers shaking.
“What's wrong?” Mum asked.
Father echoed the same words, but Jackson did not reply. He instead rushed off. “Jackson,” I called out to him, rising, but he was already out the door.