What It Takes

Chapter 2- What It Takes

-----Fist part is Jaces point of view, *** indicates a new POV. Hope you like it----

CHAPTER 2

I placed the small bundle of flowers on my mothers grave, lilacs were her favorite flowers in the world. At our summer house in the hamptons wild lilacs grew around our house, i vaguely remember her spending hours out there indulging in the essence their small buds let off. I reached out and traced her name on the headstone ‘Elana Marie Fairfeild’. While in the navy my mother would sent me letters and as i opened them little dried lilac petals would fall out. Sure the other boys would give me shit about the flowers but i didn't care she was my mother and i loved her deeply. My father would never give her lilacs, he would always say she deserved the best and to him expensive red roses were just that. So on her funeral my father ordered hundreds of red roses, but just days before the burial i changed the order to lilacs. I knew she would have wanted them, sure my dad was beyond pissed but i didn't care.   

Once i kissed my hand I placed it softly on her stone and whispered “I love you mom.” Standing up I turned around to see my dad crawl out of his car and make his way over to me, a dozen red roses in hand.

“Hey son.” He called as we slowly walked closer to each other.

I simply nodded my head and tried to sidestep him. “Jace don't you dare ignore me.” He growled as he grabbed my arm yanking me back to look at him.

I forcefully pulled my arm out of his grasp, sending him a warning glare. “What the hell do you want?” I questioned in a menacing tone.

“Figure anything out for the fundraiser? I was thinking something to do with roses, because well they were her favorite flower.”  

Ever since her death I just couldn't seem to even talk to my father, I clenched my hands in attempt to stay calm. “No roses.” I said between my teeth. I couldn't even stay there and talk to him, it felt like i was suffocating. I once again turned and successfully walked away,  jumping on my motorcycle I peeled out of the cemetery. His angry face was all I could see in the rear view mirror as I sped away.  

The wind was blowing making my leather jacket flap in the wind as I drove back into the city. My mother was buried in a cemetery close to her favorite place on earth, the ocean. So once a year on the anniversary of her death I would take the long ride to place lilacs on her grave. After the long drive back into the city it was nearly 5 which meant rush hour. Damnit just my luck, i thought to myself. Not wanting to sit there for ages in the summer heat I maneuvered myself down a dark alley at a slow speed on my bike. Trash was scattered up and down the alleyway making it hard to stay upright. Surprisingly I went unnoticed the entire time I illegally drove down the alley and found myself in front of the children's hospital where my cousin Ashton worked. Swiftly I crossed the road and parked my bike in an open parking space, in attempt to wait out the heavy traffic I went inside to see if he was not occupied. I waved to the lady in the front desk who glared at me as I passed. I wonder what she’s got stuck up her ass? Instead of taking the elevator I raced up the steps two at a time. My training in the Navy made it simple to run up 4 levels and only feel slightly tired. I walked down the busy halls winking at the female nurses young or old it didn't matter. Ashton was standing outside a room talking to what looked like a worried mother, tears were streaming down her face. Getting closer I realized it was Isabell, instantly i wanted to go over there and comfort her. She looked utterly heartbroken, I held back and went into Ashton's office resting my feet on his desk as i waited for him to return. I was so confused never have I ever wanted to comfort a woman who was crying. Maybe i felt sympathy because i wasn't the reason for her tears. Leaning my head back I slowly dozed off, the last thing  remember was Ashton pushing my feet off his desk and scolding me.