Mr Biker, Merry Christmas!

Chapter 2 :

JESSICA BERKELEY.

The police station smells like metal and regret and I still can't believe I'm here to begin dragging a case with Regan. I don't want to admit it but this is quite an embarrassing situation.

I sit across from him, arms folded, my anger still simmering under my skin. The officers in front of us kept flipping through files and asking us to sign this and that and make a report.

Regan leans closer.

“You didn’t have to make a scene,” he mutters.

I stare at him. Then I let out a short laugh.

“That’s what you care about? You're such a Jerk you know. I wish I had ruined that mouth of yours”

His jaw tightens. “Jessica”

“You cheated on me,” I cut in, my voice low and steady. My fist drops on the desk “And you’re worried about embarrassment?”

He says nothing. Because there’s nothing to say.

“I regret one thing, Regan. And that's me trusting you and thinking you were different. But you're a scumbag, a total ass hole” I cuss directly at him.

“That's quite offensive, Jessica. What? You want me to go down on my knees and apologize. Don't sound like I'm the worst person on earth right now” He says with sarcasm.

An officer walks in with paperwork.

“Since neither of you is pressing charges, you’re free to go.”

I stand on my feet immediately because with Regan, it's already choking me.

Regan reaches for me. “Wait. Can we talk?”

I step back. Like he’s something I need distance from.

“There’s nothing left to talk about.”

A pause. Then, quietly…“You killed it.”

His expression falters and I couldn't make out anything but one thing is certain, he definitely has no regrets or reasons to be sorry.

I turned and walked out, glad that I gave him a bruise on his face.

Paris grew colder or is it just the city's way of telling me that it's really over between Regan and I. I fought harder not to let my tears drop but I failed woefully because walking down the road, all I could think of was his pretense.

"How worthless have I become to him?" I say to myself.

My vision went blurry but I held myself.

Not here.

Not for him.

Never for him.

My heart aches. The weight of his betrayal clings to me and I'm forced to hate the fact that I am the only one grieving and hurting.

While he cared less.

Again, I am forced to accept the fact that I will be spending Christmas alone - again. This Christmas season, I wanted it to be perfect. I pictured Regan and I seated around a fireplace with drinks and steaks in hand, watching the fireworks blow off.

I pictured us going on dates, having our favorite meals for dinner, playing on the karaoke stage and having our best moments as couples.

I didn't want to be alone. Yet, here I am feeling like a loser.. worthless and wishing the ground should open and swallow me up just to save me from the embarrassment I feel right now.

I have always enjoyed Christmas holidays with my family - My parents to be precise. It used to be so much fun, the laughter, jams and fun plays... Those memories never fade.

Those moments were perfect. We would dance around the fireplace, blow out fireworks, build snowmen on snow and even play snowballs.

Unfortunately, I have no family to spend Christmas with any more. A year ago, my father passed away leaving me to myself and here I thought this year would be as perfect as others with Regan, but it just got worse.

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I have nowhere to go. Lodging at a hotel is not something I'd like to consider. I am still hurting from Regan's betrayal that I feel like staying one more day in Paris is going to choke me.

Wherever I turn, I keep seeing that ridiculous smirk on his lips.

I'm pretty sure he's having the best time ever with those ladies by now.

Taking out my cellphone, I booked a ride, immediately contacting my best friend because at this point, I feel the urge to vent.

"I have been waiting, Jess. Tell me, How did it go? Did he like the surprise?" My best friend - Mary asked the very moment she picked up.

I sniff back my tears, my hands trembling as I battle with the words I will say to her.

"Goodness, are you crying Jess?"

I thought I wouldn't shed a tear, but the weight of everything still weighs me down. I sob quietly and even while I try to speak, my voice remains unsteady.

"What did he do to you? Tell me and I don't mind booking the next available flight to Paris right this instant".

"We broke up"

"What?.." There was a pause which lasted for a few seconds and I'm pretty sure Mary is waiting for me to say it's a prank and then we just laugh it off.

Oh, If only it was a prank and I didn't have to feel so awful.

"He wasn't alone. They were two of them"

Mary gasps. "I'm so sorry, Jess"

"No, you don't have to be. It's what I get for being a fool"

Mary went silent again and she understands me quite well. The silence is just what I need and she provided me with that comfort.

"Jess, where are you right now? Come home, you need to come home right now"

I chuckle dryly, wiping the tears off my face.

"I can't return home"

"No.. you need to, you really do" She insists.

"I'll be fine, Mary. I know I will"

"Jess?"

"My ride is here. I'll make sure to be fine, Mary you don't have to worry, for now I have to be alone and keep my sanity in check and back home isn't where such solitude lies"

"Keep me updated, Jessica and don't do anything stupid, you hear me?" She warns, disconnecting the call.

Stupid? With Regan's betrayal, I should be going crazy and of course, my mental health is at stake. And it will only get worse if I do not leave as soon as I can.

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"A blizzard warning's been issued for Cotswolds soon, folks. Heavy snow and strong winds expected throughout the day. If you don't need to be out, it's best to stay indoors. We'll keep you updated on the latest."

The weather report warns of a blizzard in Cotswolds and it has people talking, leaving reviews in the media.

But, none of that matters to me. Whether it was a blizzard or not, I managed to book the last train ticket heading to the Cotswolds region.

Since my Christmas holidays have been ruined, there is no better place to spend the holidays than at a place which seems safer.

Fixing my head phone on, I relax back, staring out the window while listening to an old Westlife playlist. It's just the perfect beat for me. One that will heal and calm my broken heart.

It's going to be a long ride all the way down to Cotswolds and I should stop thinking about Regan. Of course I definitely will the moment the train starts on its rail off Paris, I'll leave everything behind and only focus on just one thing.

Spending this season regardless.