Falling For The Biker - Chapter 31: Chapter 31

Sierra's POV
Arthur's kiss lingered more than I would want to admit to myself. The look in his eyes and his words were sealed in my mind. It was hard to get rid of. I didn't want to, but my body yearned for him.
And his invitation was making me think things I shouldn't. Shaking my head, I pushed the door to the house open, stepping into the living room. Placing my keys on the table, I took off my jacket.
“Where's Elvis?” I asked Dad, who was seated before the television, watching a game.
“In his room, taking a nap,” he replied.
I nodded, heading for the stairs. “Sierra,” Dad called. “Come sit,” he tapped the space beside him.
He paused the game, his expression serious. Once I took a seat, he sighed. “I promised your mother I would not bring it up, but I'm worried,” he said.
My brows furrowed, confused. “What is it, Dad?” I asked.
“What truly happened in California?”
My heart sank, and a knot formed of pain formed in my stomach. I held the body of the couch, trying to hide my discomfort on the topic. Vance's laugh echoed in my mind.
“Nothing,” I forced my tongue.
He sighed, nodding. “I expected that answer, but we both know you can't hide. Sierra, I know you. You had a lot of anxiety growing up, meticulous in everything you did. We placed you in therapy. You grew less meticulous, close to zero, but you never got rid of your anxiety,” he paused.
“It wasn't too bad when you left to get married. I know we should have been there, but we couldn't. I've noticed a few things since you came back, Sierra. You barely talk around here, stuck in your room, and I didn't want to say anything. You needed time, but today you… you told me Vance got rid of your fears and uneasiness. I knew I could not confirm, but I believed you. But why is it worst now, Riri?”
“I won't push it, but I want you to know that we are here for you when you need it.”
I sat there, staring into space, even after Dad was long gone. My fingers trembled, and my heart pounded in my chest. I dragged myself up the stairs and into Elvis' room.
He was still sleeping, resting. I took a seat on the bed, careful not to wake him. Gently, I caressed his face, a small, almost sadistic smile came to my face. “Mama,” he muttered in his sleep.
“I'm here, baby,” I whispered, trying to hold in my sobs. “I'm sorry. I should not have yelled at you,”
“Mama, don't cry. I'm fine,” Elvis muttered, tears escaping his shut lids.
I wiped it off with shaky hands. I knew I caused this. I broke my son. Elvis hated seeing me in tears, yet I stayed. I thought it was good for him. I wanted him to have some fatherly love.
It only took me seeing how far broken I had made my son did I choose to leave. I left to my room, slumping on my bed. I knew Elvis needed me to be strong, but I was too weak.
I felt like nothing but a failure in all aspects of my life. I laid on my back, rolling on each side every five minutes. I tried to sleep, forget all about this afternoon, and maybe an added miracle of forgetting about Vance.
But who was I fucking kidding?
Vance made a hole in my heart, broke the core of my soul, and now I was barely keeping all that in check. I doubted I would be able to ever step away from such hurt.
“Tossing on your bed wouldn't help,”
I snapped my head to the door where Mum stood, arms folded. “When did you come in?” I asked, not sure if I ever heard the door open.
She walked over. “When you were lost in thought,” she replied, then took a seat.
I sat up, leaning on the headboard of the bed. “I told your father not to, but he was too worried,” she said, her tone gentle.
"You overheard him?” I asked.
She hummed. “When Elvis told him, he made you cry again and almost cried himself, I knew your father wouldn't stop himself,” she said, accepting.
I dropped my gaze to my fingers. “I'm not ready to talk, Mum,” I said, and she took my hand, giving me a reassuring smile.
“I'm not here to get you to tell me what happened. You'll tell me at your pace and I'll listen. I'm here to know if you'll see Arthur,” she said.
“Mum,” I groaned.
“What? We can't help you feel better, but he can.”
“How do you know that?”
“Whatever he did worked at the resort until your dad ruined it. Go see him. You can't be mad for that long.”
“You trust him. Why? He is a known playboy, and you are sending me into his arms.”
“Arthur does flirt a lot,” she said, and I gave her a look. “But I know him and trust you. He won't hurt you. That I have faith in, but I trust you will leave if it doesn't suit what you want. But you will never know if you run away from it,” she said.
I should not have let my mother convince me, but it did. I could say it was all just Mum, but a small part of me also knew this was my fantasies pushing me. Dressed in a simple dinner dress, I left the house.
I arrived just in time, but I remained in my car, staring at the building before me. The last time I came here, he was kissing Yvonne. “What are you doing, Sierra?” I asked myself, yet I could not start up the engine and drive off.
Instead, I opened the door and walked into the building. My steps shook, but I tried to keep the rest of my body steady. Just as I was about to get to the lounge, I was pulled by the arm to the side.