Broken Bad Boy
Chapter 49

PERCIE

I couldn't tear my gaze away from her as she sat across me in the living room. She was biting her lip as she was reading her book, then taking notes. The pink gloss on her lips accentuated the pink glow on her face. Lexie was scrolling on her phone, then typing whatever made her busy to divert her anger from me.

I should be doing the same, but I'd rather take my time admiring the close to perfect of a girlfriend of mine.

Her simple sleeveless pink blouse didn't hide her round tits, and her high waist white shorts didn't help me get off from hard-on as she showed a lot of skin on her thighs and toned legs.

"Just go and make out already." I could feel Lexie rolling her eyes.

Hailey's eyes met mine. Her smokey eyeshadow made her more astonishing.

She's just a real deal.

Smart. Hot as fuck. Fascinating.

A total package.

"What?"

"Your boyfriend has been eye-fucking you, and you have no idea?"

"Lexie," Hailey chided her. Her cheeks turned crimson.

"What? Go ask him, and he won't deny it." She gave her a disgruntled look.

My phone vibrated, diverting my attention from them. "He's here." Just the time I rose to my feet, the doorbell went off.

"I'll get it." Lexie rose to her feet.

I moved to join Hailey. "You sure you're okay with this?" I was helpless to keep my hands to myself. I pulled her into my arms and kissed my pride on her shoulder.

"Hey, guys." It was Megan, waving.

"Hey." Hailey was startled in her seat.

Victoria and Remy joined us as well with boxes of Pizza and sodas.

"Remy," I called him to follow me to the kitchen.

"Nice apartment."

"Thanks. Even a disowned Matthews can have a nice loft. I might think of changing my surname." I snorted.

"You're not serious, are you?"

"They hated me. I should do the same. My grandparents furnished this for me. I couldn't afford even to buy a microwave," I admitted.

"If you need anything-"

"Hold on to that thought." I chuckled. "I'm good, man."

"Did Lexie tell you something?"

"Why did you talk to her?" I eyed him.

"She obviously hates me. I can't blame her. I just wanted to clear things between us."

"So, how did it go?"

"Well, aside from one page of paper back to back telling me of how terrible I was, she told me that she would ruin my life, skew me with her pen before she would kill me if I messed up with you and Hailey. Well, she gave a little emphasis on Hailey."

I smirked. "That's Lexie."

"You have a good friend who would willing to hurt to protect you. I admired her tenacity."

"She's into girls."

"I know. And don't ask me how."

My jaw clenched. "Did your friend take advantage of her while she was in your place?"

"Fuck no. I would not let those idiots do that. When I found out she was taken, I told them not to lay a hand on her. And I asked Lexie myself."

"Is that why did you burn down the warehouse? You all are falling apart."

"I wanted to destroy the party. The only thing I could think to free Hailey." I could feel there was something more.

So I waited.

"I knew you're working on something. I saw you there. And you wouldn't just stand there and watch Lexie get humiliated."

"By your friends."

Pain crossed his face. "I thought the best and the fastest way before Hailey could spill something she shouldn't was to put that warehouse on fire." The heaviness of his words made him sigh shakily.

"I think I awe you a thank you."

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"That won't be necessary. I know Lexie means a lot to you, and I'm sure Emma would be glad that I did it."

"Did anyone know about it?"

"I told Adrain before he figured it out," he answered without hesitation.

"How did the members of F5 take it?"

"It's F4 now." He chuckled. "Who cares? Adrian is out of control. What I heard from Kyle today, his parents weren't impressed at all."

"But?"

"Those videos, even if his family managed to take them down, it's over. The damage was done, and he's suffered from the consequences of his actions."

"I don't want Adrian or them to come after Hailey. I didn't take you to my apartment or meet my friends to be on my side. I did this because of Emma." "I know."

"Guys, what took you two so long? Don't tell me you two are making out." It was Lexie calling us from the living room.

"We should join them."

We settled on the living room. Lexie decided to watch a thriller movie a story of a family. The husband tried to protect his family at all costs from his past. It was too late, though. His past started to haunt him back. The movie made me realize something I still had an unfinished business with my past.

***

My heartbeat quickened. My hands were sweating.

I tensed as I walked towards their house. I didn't call my parents in advance. So this was kind of a surprise to them-my unannounced visit. I didn't tell Grandpa and Grandma as well. I was sure they would be upset about my decision because the last time we had this conversation, I made a point that I cut any connections with my parents and that I had nothing to do with them anymore.

Before I could move on with clear conscience, I had to do this. This wasn't easy for me, but I wanted to settle things between me and my parents.

The door swung open. One of their staff allowed me in, telling me that my parents are at the back of the house.

I shoved my hands inside the pocket of my pants. It was a little unnerving to meet my parents-the same people who threw out of their lives without hesitation.

We still carry the same blood, the same DNA, but nowadays, blood and DNA weren't the basis of a real family anymore.

"Hello, parents." I leaned against the door jamb, staring at the vast lawn.

"You must be broke to have guts to come over." My mother didn't even put down her teacup. There was no surprise or excitement in her voice or on her face.

I should feel bad right now, but it surprised me that I didn't feel anything either.

"Good to see you, Percival." It was my father. He gestured to the empty chair to his right side. "Join us."

"I don't drink tea, but thank you."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Gemma, it's been months. You've been seeing a therapist. It's time for you to move on," my father said. The word therapist surprised me, though, but that doctor she was seeing was terrible at her job.

"I didn't come here to apologize or admit my mistakes and made my peace."

"Do you need money?"

"They say money can't buy happiness, and I do believe in that saying. Do you, mother? Because it looks to me that you're dwelling with your pass. I, on the other hand, had moved on. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister so very much, but two days ago, I realized that I have to settle my past to move on."

"Don't ever talk or mention about Emma. You killed her." Her voice laced with vile.

"Yet no one was suing me a bloody murder. Here's what I thought. You gave Emma away because it was her fault to have a defect? Or was it because you couldn't accept the fact about it?" "Percival," my father warned me.

"And then you figured out her parents just died-very wealthy parents, I must say. You took her back because you thought you could manipulate her. How does it working out for you?" She rose from her seat. The chair fell in a thud. "How dare you?"

I didn't show her any emotions to satisfy her. I remained calm. My father was already standing, unimpressed by this confrontation went.

"I loved your sister that you took away from me."

"I don't think you know the true meaning of love, mother. You shouldn't have given her away. I could have spent more time with her. That accident could have happened, but she could be alive until now. But your selfishness took her life. You also hid her away from me. I could have saved her, but you took that opportunity away from me, mother."

"You are the reason why I lost my daughter!" she was yelling at me, always was every time she talked to me. Her eyes filled with rage. As much as I didn't want to see her in pain, she did it to herself.

"You are the reason why you lost two children that day. Anyway, good to see you two. Father, I apologized for coming unannounced." I turned around and walked away. "Percie!"

I ignored my father calling my name.

"Percie, where do you think you're going?" It was my mother. The temptation of stopping and turning back to her was so strong, my muscles taut. But that was not why I came here.

I came here to tell them that I was okay-that I moved on and happy.