The Broken Pieces novel Chapter 26

"What's your name?"

"... Fredrick Dixon, my friends call me Freddie."

"Do you know someone named Tomas McCoy."

The man takes a deep breath. "Yes, I do."

"What do you think of him?" My eyebrows furrow.

"Betraying Asshole. Says he'll help you but doesn't give you jackshit. Monster, is what he is." Fredrick snaps.

"What happened between you and Tomas McCoy?" I ask, my interest rising.

The man bites his lip, hesitantly.

Silence fill the air before the man speaks.

"It all started in college..."

Emily Rose

You know who's been acting weird for the past day or so?

Parker.

Ever since the night of the club, he's been acting quiet, distant. As if he know something I don't and if I'm being truthful with myself, it's strangely pissing me off.

I know from years of experience; a quiet Parker is not a good one.

There's something going on in that complex mind of his and it's everything but sunshine and rainbows.

"Let's go somewhere!" I say as I hit the top of the table where Parker's sitting. A pair of black glasses hang from the bridge of his nose as he studies the computer in front of him.

"Can't, need to work." He answers, his eyes still trained on the computer.

"Okay."

I smile as I slam his laptop's screen down.

"What the fuck, Emily?! I'm trying to work!" Parker screams at me and he finally looks at me, anger apparent in his eyes.

"Finally, you're looking at me. A whole week has gone by and you have been basically avoiding me. Why's that?" I cock my head to the side as I ask him.

Parker glares at me before silently opening up his computer again.

He starts to type before I do the same thing I did a second ago; slam his computer screen down.

"Fuck, Emmie! W-what do you want?" Parker asks me but he's not looking at me.

Actually, he's looking at anything but me.

"Let's go somewhere, you and me. You said you want to get to know me again, let's do it."

"You're being childish."

"Yes, but you're ignoring me and you also need to replace the furniture in my house, that you said you were going to replace a week ago. I guess we both have problems."

Parker rolls his eyes, before groaning. He drags his hand down his face before pinching the bridge of his nose, "if I do this, will you leave me alone for a day?"

"Yes." I answer, instantly.

Parker frowns before standing up and walking over towards his room. "You better be dressed in 10, if not I'm leaving you."

I roll my eyes and scoff as Parker's bedroom door slams shut.

Yeah, right!

"I hate you." I huffed as reached over towards the car's door handle.

"I told you ten minutes."

I roll my eyes as I get into the car, "yeah, I get it."

"You need to listen."

I began to buckle up my seatbelt quietly, ignoring his pervious statement.

Silence fill the car and I began to realize something.

Parker and I have nothing to talk about and probably never will.

"Hey, Emmie?" Parker asks me.

"Yeah?"

"Do you miss the old days?" He utters the words so softly that the silence ensnares the words as its own.

I stay silent before hesitantly answering.

"No."

Parker's head shoots towards me, his face riddled with shock.

"Why?"

I groan and began run my hands through my hair. "Because Parker, we were faulted. We might we thought we were best friends but it obviously one-sided."

I don't look at Parker as say but instead the nearby window, that shows me buildings and people instead of the crushing emotion that might be shown in Parker's eyes.