Falling For The Biker - Chapter 79: Chapter 79

Sierra’s POV
Even after changing into a new outfit, I didn’t have the courage to go back downstairs. I had never met Arthur, but I could tell just by looking at the older man that he was Arthur’s father, with the woman beside him being his mother.
I knew I could not remain up here. That would leave a horrible impression, but then haven’t I with the way I was dressed earlier? Eventually, I decided to step out of the room.
I got to the living area and found both of them having tea. “Oh, you decided to join us,” Arthur’s mother said, but I did not fail to recognize the coldness in her tone.
“Join us. Sarah!” she called out.
Sarah stepped out into the room and bowed. “Get her some tea,” Arthur’s mother instructed.
Sarah bowed and rushed in to that. I wanted to decline, but the look on her face told me I didn’t have the option to do that. I took a seat as Sarah served the tea. “What relationship do you have with my son?” Arthur’s father finally spoke, not bothering to look at me.
He was calm, a type a calm that made me feel uneasy. As for his question, I had no idea what our relationship was. I loved the sex, the kisses and maybe I felt myself falling for Arthur, but our relationship was would be said to be… complicated.
“We have no relationship,” I finally said.
“You have no relationship, yet you put on my son’s shirt, walk around his house like you own it,” his mother said, visibly annoyed.
I looked away, my confidence shrinking away. Arthur’s mother shook her head, the look of disappointment plastered all over her face. “This is who he picked?” Arthur’s father said, sucking in his breath, trying to calm himself.
“I was told you are a single mother. Why? Where is the father of your child?” his mother asked and my heart dropped.
I swallowed hard, holding on to the glass in my hands. I really did not want to talk about Vance. “He is in the city,” I responded, my voice constrained.
“And you chose to come back here and mess with my son?” his father said.
“We are divorced,” I said, and they both scoffed.
“You are not only a single mother, but you are a divorcee and you think you have a chance with my son? Isn’t that too far out of your reach? There are so many ladies out there. Why do you think he would be with you out of them all?” his mother yelled.
“I-”
“Shut it!” his mother yelled, slamming the teacup she held onto the table, spilling a little tea on the table. “I thought Maria was only exaggerating, but she spoke about it like it wasn’t as bad at this. You are horrible and the least of his choices to make a wife. Do you get me?”
I nodded, shutting my eyes as she went on. Arthur’s father spoke once in a while, but his words hit home. “I know my son. He certainly doesn’t love you and is using you to pass time. He cannot fall in love with a woman who cannot keep her marriage and would rather run off and fuck him,” he said.
My fingers shook, my eyes stung, but I tried to hold back the tears. I didn’t want to cry, not in front of them. I should stand and walk off, defend myself, but I lacked the words. All I could do was sit and listen.
I raised my head once again and found Sarah standing in the corner, staring at me pitifully. With her eyes, I could tell she was trying to soothe me, but it could not happen, not when Arthur’s parents kept berating me.
“Whatever your husband did, you deserved it,” I heard his mother say and the little resolve I had snapped.
I stood up, the tears dripping down my cheeks. “You should not speak to someone that way. He hurt me and that’s why I left. Whatever I have with Arthur has nothing to do with my broken marriage,” I said. My voice cracked as I stared at them with teary eyes.
They didn’t seem to care, as they looked uninterested in my words. I dragged my feet upstairs, sniffling the sob that was about to erupt. Vance hurt me. I would never leave if he didn’t.
Their words echoed over and over again in my head on my way to the room. I wanted to push them all out, act like it didn’t hurt, but then Vance’s laughter filled my head, haunting, taunting me and my broken heart once again.
I knew I wasn’t sure what I wanted with Arthur right now, but it hurts hearing his parent’s disappointments in me. It didn’t take long to know what they thought about me. And why did I think Arthur would think differently?
A part of me didn’t want it to be, but the possibility was hurting. Once I got to the room, I sank to the ground, hugging my legs as I let the sobs out. My face and my knees quickly became wet with my tears.
I didn’t stop, not like I could. I’ve held back for so long, but now hearing it from them released the floodgates I had so worked hard to keep hidden. Was this always going to hurt?
I really did not want this to follow me all the way. Maria won. She had a trump card, one that would make me bend, and she succeeded. No matter what I did, it only agitated her and now I had to bear the consequences of it. The door burst open, and I snapped my head up, sniffling. More tears rolled down my cheeks as he rushed over, my eyes too teary as I thought he had worry in them.