Falling For The Biker - Chapter 67: Chapter 67

Sierra’s POV
“Mommy! Please, save mommy!” Elvis screamed, sobbing in his sleep.
I rushed into the car, lifting his head and placing it on me. “Baby, I’m right here. Open your eyes. I’m right here,” I said, softly, trying to calm him.
“Wake up, buddy,” Arthur said, touching Elvis lightly, but he wasn’t waking up.
I made Elvis sit, holding his face as my eyes bore into him, worried. “Wake up, sweetie. Please, you’re scaring mommy,” I said, tapping his face lightly.
Tears escaped from his closed eyelids, and a lump formed in my throat. “Please Elvis, wake up. Look at me,” I said, almost screaming.
“Mommy?” Elvis called softly, unsure.
I nodded, holding him close as I forced a smile. “Yes, yes, I’m right here. Open your eyes,” I said.
Elvis fluttered his eyes open, and I pulled him in for a hug as the tears I was holding unto fell. I sniffled, wiping the tears off my cheeks before pulling away. “Are you okay?” I studied his face. “You scared mommy,”
“I’m sorry,” he said, and I hugged him once more.
“It’s okay.” I rubbed his back.
“I think we need to head home,” I told Arthur and he nodded.
“I’ll stay over here with Elvis,” he said.
I gave him a small smile before stepping out of the car. My entire body was still shaken up by the ordeal, and my heart kept racing. I halted just before getting to the open area and took a deep breath.
I didn’t want to get Mum, and Dad worried. After a few deep breaths, I went over. The story telling session was over and everyone scattered surrounded by different campfires. I walked over to Mum and Dad forcing a smile.
“Where did you all go to?” Mum asked. “Come sit,” she tapped her sides.
“Mum, I think we should head home,” I said, trying my best to hide my cracked voice.
Mum and Dad jolted up, worry lines appearing on their forehead. “Is everything okay?” Dad walked over to me.
I forced a smile, hoping they did not see through it. “We need to take Elvis home,”
“Is he okay? Did the story time scare him too much?” Mum asked, already packing up.
I hummed, nodding. Whatever might have triggered that did not matter right now. I knew what it was, and I hated every aspect of it. I helped pack up. A few families noticed and Mum explained briefly as we headed out.
Jackson kept staring at me but said nothing. It seemed he noticed something was wrong but chose not to pursue it. Right now, it was the best anyway. We got back to the car and Arthur stepped out, helping us reload the truck.
Soon after, we were back in the house. “I’ll put Elvis to sleep,” I told Mum.
“Let’s leave the packing for tomorrow. I’m exhausted,” Mum said as they headed upstairs.
Arthur and Jackson stayed out. In Elvis’s room, I helped him change out of his clothes into something more comfortable before leading him to bed. I covered him up with his blanket, caressing his head.
“What bedtime story do you want?” I asked, but he shook his head.
“I don’t a story,” he said.
“I’ll sing then. Is that okay?”
I smiled once he nodded, shutting his eyes. I began, soft and slow as my palm caressed his face. “I’m sorry, Mommy,” Elvis said, making me pause.
“Why sweetheart?” I asked.
“For making you worry. I should not have faced my fears,” he dropped his gaze to his hands.
I pressed a kiss on his forehead. “It’s okay. I’m not mad, okay?” he nodded.
“Facing your fears is alright. It shows how much you are growing and mommy is proud of you,” I said.
He nodded, shutting his eyes again. I stared at his face for a while before resuming singing. My thoughts wandered to how much fear was in my baby boy’s voice while he called out to me like I was in trouble.
Elvis was worried he scared me yet I was the one who made him scared. I was the one who pushed him to this position, and I was exceptionally stubborn to set things right. I stayed a while, watching him as his breathing became even.
With a smile, I kissed his forehead and headed out. My hands went for the lights but it hovered. I took one look at Elvis and chose to let it stay on. He was frightened earlier. Keeping the lights on would get him to feel secure.
I dragged my feet to my room but once I got there; I didn’t go in. Only stare at the door until my legs led me down the corridors, the stairs and finally out of the building unto the porch. The cool air of the night hit me as I no longer had my jacket on but I didn’t go back in to get on.
Punishing myself this way seemed to be the only way right now. What kind of mother lets her child suffer for so many years until her child was broken? I stepped out of the porch, letting the snow land on me.
Goosebumps spread across my skin but that did not make me go back in. I slowly could not feel my fingers but I let it happen. My legs slowly weakened, and I found myself on the ground, on the snow, hugging my feet.
All I could think about was how much pain Elvis had to endure all because of me. My selfishness led us to this point. Would it hurt him if he found out I punished myself? Or maybe it wasn’t enough.
I shut my eyes, my lips quivering as the cold was slowly slipping into my body and my bones ached. I barely had the strength to stand. My eyes spun for a second and I heard the snow crunching in front of me. Footsteps approaching, slow and precise.