The Broken Pieces novel Chapter 12

He stormed up towards Parker. "I swear if get one more of your fucking shitty attitude, I'll fucking-," he threatens but Parker interrupts him.

"Oh, grow the fuck up, McCoy. You know you're not going to touch me."

Tomas growled, "don't test me, Parker."

Parker clenches his jaw, "not trying to, you're just getting pissed over nothing."

"Over nothing," Tomas laughs mirthlessly before his eyes look down at bouquet of flowers in Parker's hands. He smiles darkly before snatching the flowers out of Parker's hand. "And what's this shit?! Huh? Just friendly flowers?"

Tomas rips the flowers into pieces before dropping them into the ground in front of the steaming Parker. "Or... are these fuck-me flowers? I've always heard about them, but I should thought they were for desperate people. Are you that desperate, Parker Bowmen." Tomas mocks and Parker snaps.

Parker's fists reached out and gripped Tomas by the collar. "Don't make me ruin this nice shirt, McCoy. Because the only thing hat is stopping me from kicking your ass is standing right behind you. So don't fucking test my patience."

A sickening smirk appeared on Tomas' face before he pushes Parker off of him.

Tomas pointed an accusing finger at Parker, "see that's the thing Parker, you can't hurt me either. You're standing on my property. My land," that's when he turns back at me before giving me a creepy smile, "talking to my fiancée, who loves me and can't stand you."

"Don't you bring her into this." Parker growled, narrowing his eyes at him.

He stared at him for a second before laughing harshly. "Bring her into this? You brought her into this years ago!" He shouted. "You left! Gone! Disappeared!" He began to point at me. "She broke down. Lost herself. And who was there beside her after every crying session? After every panic attack?! And where were you? Oh, I forgot. You left." Tomas shouts at him.

Parker looked down at the ground.

"You don't know shit, Dickwad. Don't act like a fucking savior just because I'm here."

Tomas scoffed and rolled his eyes, "please, Parker. I'm not acting." He gave me a tight smile. "So why don't you do us all a favor and crawl back into the hole you came out of." He pointed towards Parker's car outside our house. "Get the fuck out of my driveway.."

Parker grabs him by the shirt again, "fine, but it's not because of your horrible ass. It it was, I would have already beaten your fucking shitty ass for it. It's because of her." Parker growls before he gives Tomas a hard shake and dropping him, like a bag of sand, to the ground.

While Tomas starts to get up from the ground, Parker looks up and stares at me.

I bit my lip as he studies me for a couple seconds before striding over towards his car.

He opens the driver's door before taking one last glance and driving away.

Tomas stands up from the ground and dusts off his clothes.

Once he knows that Parker was far away from our house, he turns to me.

"Are you okay?" He asks before walking over towards me and embracing me. "I'm so sorry that the monster was here."

Earlier while I was typing out the plans for a new wedding couple, Parker came in, suggesting that he wanted to go to lunch with me, so we could talk which I said okay. I need answers and thinking about it wouldn't help me. Everything was going okay until he tried to touch me and I couldn't handle it, now everything is smashed against the wall.

Parker brown eyes scanned the room before looking back up at me. "Is this all of that because I tried to touch you?"

"Leave," I huffed. "Go, or I'll call the police."

Parker smirked before leaning down and grabbing my broken phone off the floor. "Oh, really?"

Shit!

"I have my work phone," I bluffed.

I knew I threw that too.

Parker sighed before straightening up. "Look Emily Rose, please, let me explain. I'm sorry I touched you, okay? I didn't know you were sensitive about that."

I stopped. Instead of throwing things, I decided to actually looked at Parker.

His hair was disheveled as if he ran his fingers through it many times. His clothes were wrinkled and out of place. Dark bags laid under his eyes.