Chapter 3
Alec's eyes glinted, as he let a small genuine smile pass. Rachel was alive she had awakened. Then his heart sank… she must hate him now for what he did. He hated himself for what he did, and he would never let himself forget it. This whole issue with Rachel was killing him inside, and he didn't know what to do. He didn't know whether to let go or try to hold on. He was so confused, that was why he would miss manticore sometimes. It was because he didn't have to think when he was there, but then he would rather die then go back. It was so difficult out here in this broken world, and he hated the fact that he'd have to keep running. Running away in order to keep the life he of learned to value. But that was his life. He needed to clear his head. He grabbed his black leather jacket and was gone.
Alec had been running for hours, miraculously he had passed the crash not wanting to drown him self in alcohol anymore. He knew that wasn't the answer. As he slowed to a stop his blue eyes diverted up only to see his destination, the Berrisford mansion. Alec swallowed hard, he didn't know why he wanted to go there, but he kept moving. He once again jumped the fence, but instead of going through the front door he headed towards the window of Rachel's room. Alec stared up at the balcony; he remembered when he and Rachel had come out there when Rachel had invited him to that dinner party. Where they had escaped through to go to the pool house. Where they had both confessed that they 'liked' each other. He shook the images out of his head as he jumped up onto the balcony, making as little sound as he could. He crouched close to the ground keeping in the shadows of the night, and he looked through the curtained window only to see one solitary figure. She was in a wheel chair alone in her room. Alec smiled she looked so beautiful. He stood, his face covered in shadows as he extended his fist to knock quietly onto the sliding door. He could see her face look to the balcony door, then fear ran through her eyes. "Who's there?" Her voice came through the door. Alec smiled another genuine smile; he missed Rachel's voice. "Rachel…" he whispered. He couldn't talk or she wouldn't answer the door at the recognition of his voice. He couldn't just break into her house or she would really not want to talk to him. He couldn't just walk away because his legs wouldn't give in; it was like they were glued to the balcony. Alec sighed in frustration; he didn't know what to do.
Alec shifted his weight to his other foot, show half of his silhouette. He could tell Rachel had seen the shift in his movement, as she came closer to the window out of pure curiosity. Rachel's mind went a mile a minute, and if it was a robber why would he/she knock on the door especially if there was security swarming the building, not to mention on the other side of her bedroom door. She grabbed the handle of the sliding door and opened it a crack; she peered out only to see the face of the man that had torn her heart to pieces.
TBC…
I know this chapter is short but O well… If there isn't school tomorrow I might add the next chapter.
