On a Hazy Day

On A Hazy Day- Chapter 8.

Hollaa guys :D

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Anyways, I was posed some questions about her being blind again ;)

"Will she ever get to see?"

My answer: I don't know. It depends on how the story flows, but I already have the next few chapters in mind ;)

And who knows, she might be get to see again, she might not.

Sorry I didn’t upload until today, the internet was being…weird.

And you guys make me laugh out loud, like honestly when I read your comments. Heheh, who's still rooting for Jake? ;D

Luke x Alex

Or Jake x Alex ?

Happy Holidays!

Btw, this chapter was inspired by Taylor Swift's "White Horse." So you'll see a few lines here and there :)

It starts off in Alex's POV

Xoxo,

Carole

Chapter 8- "Now it's too late for you and your white horse to catch me now."

I woke up, having only vague memories of last night.

Loud music.

Lots of bodies.

It felt so hot.

I had completely forgotten about all my troubles.

Of Luke.

 Of Jake.

 Of Christmas.

I got up, remembering I was still at Jake's place. I felt an arm draped over me and I pushed it off. The person fell off and landed with a "thud". I got up and grabbed my bag. Slinging it over my shoulder, I heard a groan. I paused for a moment, wondering who that was.

"Ally? Where are you going?" the warm voice made me feel cold to me.

"Home," I said briskly.

"Home?" he asked, using his innocent confused voice. "I thought you hated going home."

"I used to. But you know what, Jake. You don't know me. You never did." I snapped. I walked out of the bedroom. But instead of walking through the door I walked into the wall.

 "Ow," I muttered. I heard Jake move stiffly. Embarrassed, I found the door and walked out.

 Moments later, I felt a pang of guilt bite at my heart. Why was I being so cruel to Jake?

Could I give him a second chance?

 People changed.

 Maybe he had changed.

 I know I had changed.

 I was too proud; forgiving someone was not my forte.

I sighed, rubbing the bump on my forehead. Too many complications.

And Luke. What was I going to do?

I knew in my heart, I had trusted him, but to find out he had killed my father. He knew it too, but never once did he mention it to me.

I had trusted both Jake and Luke.

I was fooled.

Twice.

And being fooled again was not what I wanted.

"As I paced back and forth all this time, cause I honestly believed in you."