The Broken Pieces novel Chapter 22

I closed my eyes as I danced through the door. "Hey asshat, I'm home!" I called out, moving my hips to a nonexistent song.

"You like the house?" I heard Parker ask, his voice sparking with mischief.

"What?" I asked before opening my eyes and screaming.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Ripped up furniture laid all around the room. The couch was turned in its side as cotton spilled out of it. Small tables were destroyed, spattered wood everywhere. My t.v had a large hole in it, small pieces of glass laid by it. And standing in the middle of it all was Parker, a pair of scissors in his hand and a bat in the other.

"So? How's the house?" A smirk laid on Parker's face as he stared at me.

I looked up at him, anger ranging through me like a wild fire.

If glares could kill, Parker would be 6 feet under ground.

My chest races up and down and I take another look at the fucking ruined living room.

My eyes find the smirking Parker again before I walk up to him, screaming. "I'll tear your fucking head off!"

A laugh escapes Parker's lips as he held out hands, "you can't hurt me, it's not self defense."

I stop in my tracks, "what the hell are you talking about?!" I scream at him again, my hands moving everywhere.

"I checked out with my lawyers, I can do this and since I technically live here, it's not destruction of property." He said confidently but I was pretty sure he was bluffing.

I crossed my hands around my chest, "why?" I growled, trying to control my anger but horribly failing.

Parker's smirk turns darker and more sinister, he takes large strides up towards me, only stopping when our chest touch.

I step back, "too close, Buddy Boy."

Parker ignores me and began to talk, his becoming pissed off and sharp, stabbing me like a knife.

"Did you seriously think I was going to let you get away last night by how you treated me? You think this is all fun and games, do you? Emmie, when you decided to prance your happy ass in this exact room," Parker gestured towards the destroyed living room, "you started with me, what I like to call, a war."

What?

Instead of asking any questions, I stared at Parker right in the eyes, not backing out of this.

"So this," He gestures towards the living room again. "Is my first strike, what's yours?"

Parker and I stare at each other, challenging one other to look away, for a while.

It only stops when the door bell rings.

I snap out of my trance and turn away from Parker to go open the door.

"Yes?" I ask cautiously as I open the front door.

Standing there in front of the front door is Camara.

She shrugs, "well if you don't want him, I'll have him."

She then smirks before walking inside my house.

My stomach dropped and anger suddenly rose in me and I clinched my fist.

"It's a war now." I muttered to myself as turned and walked inside the house.

Emily Rose

As we walked into the club, music was blared from the speakers, causing my skin tingle and my lungs feel like mush. Over the roar of the music, I could hear distant voices, laughing and talking, neon lights flashed everywhere, reaching every corner.

I still couldn't fucking believe how the hell I was breathing.

"Let's go get something to drink." Camara screamed to me, excitement ranging in her voice as she tried to speak over the drumming music.

I nodded my head and we pushed on.

It took me a second to realize that Parker was walking behind us when I suddenly stopped Camara in her tracks and pulled her close, "wait, where's Parker," I shouted and she waved me off.

"Saw him talking to a blonde on the way in." She waved it off before saying, "come on, let's go."

As Camara dragged me away, I looked behind me, hope slowly dwindling out of me as I searched for my old best friend.