Shadows of The Past

Chapter 32

I woke up to the rain splattering against my room window, alongside the howling ghostly sound of the wind. I groaned as I forced myself to open my eyes so that I could leave my bed to shut my windows. Personally, I always liked to keep my windows slightly open during rainy seasons as I loved the cold but I knew Mum would scream at me if she found out that I didn't close my windows so I grudgingly sat up on my bed and let my feet make contact with my carpeted floor.

Just as I was about to get up and make my way to the windows, my phone buzzed on my bed side table. I reached out to get it and squinted at the sudden bright light that was shining directly in my face. I realized that I had a few message notifications but as my eyes were only half open, I couldn't see who sent them.

I clumsily made my way to the end of the room and as I put my hand out to close the windows, I caught sight of a familiar motorbike parked at the house porch.

"Oh shit." I muttered as I looked down at my phone with my mind suddenly on full alert. And just as I had expected, my phone was flooded with messages from Jace since two hours ago. He was telling me that he wanted to see me and that he was on his way over. Since I was sleeping and didn't reply him, he took that as a signal of approval and actually came down in this rain.

I peered down again and saw Jace standing against his bike with his arms crossed across his chest. He glanced down at his phone and then looked up at the direction of my room to see me standing there, looking at him with a confused expression.

"Ally." He yelled and I almost thanked god for the rain that was crashing down loudly, drowning his voice in it. The last thing I wanted was Alec or my parents waking up to another havoc caused by Jace.

"What are you doing here?" I shouted back.

"I need to see you, talk to you. God Ally, I need to touch you again."

My heart immediately fluttered at his words and I almost hated myself for still having this reaction to him. My eyebrows furrowed in irritation and confusion as I wondered why he still had this effect on me. He almost had me killed and now he wanted to rekindle our relationship?

"There's nothing to say, Jace. Leave." I replied coldly as I fought to keep my tears back.

I was done crying for him and the absolute last thing I wanted was for him to see that he still had some kind of impact on me. I may not be completely over him but I was slowly getting there and I couldn't falter now, even if he was standing in the rain for me.

"Please Ally, talk to me for five minutes." Jace pleaded and my lips quivered as I felt the fresh new tears falling down my face.

If I thought Jace looked horrible last night, when he was being confronted by my whole family, he definitely looked way worse now. His whole body was drenched in the rain and even though he was wearing his leather jacket, I knew that he was still cold. His hair was all over his forehead and he constantly pushed it back to keep it off his eyes. Even when the rain was mercilessly attacking him, he was still staring at me with his pleading eyes and I almost, almost called him in.

But then again, when you've almost faced death and put your family through hell because you fell in love with the wrong person, you don't usually trust that person easily again. For all I knew, he deserved this for everything he did to me.

"I'm not going to leave till I get to see you, Alaska." Jace stated firmly and I stared at him without saying a word. I looked down and quickly wiped away my tears before looking back at him again.

"Suit yourself." I yelled one last time before slamming my windows shut tightly and running back to my bed.

I threw my phone carelessly on the bed side table and crept under my covers, somehow hoping that it would take away all my worries and pain. I shut my eyes tightly and waited for the pain to subside but nothing could take away this emotional wrath. I didn't hear anything from downstairs for awhile but I knew that Jace was still outside, waiting for me to open the door and let him in. Trust me, it took every ounce of strength I had to stay in bed and not grant mercy on Jace.