All Chapters of Chasing Storm: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Scott's POVThe bedside table is pushed to the side, as I try to get up from the bed. David gives me a little smile which is supposed to be an encouragement, I'm not sure. But it sure helps me never u take another leap from the bed, and I'm up in my feet. They feel wobbly because I haven't really stood in them for a long time. I take potty breaks with the help of the nurses around."You're doing good" David says and I huff, rolling my eyes. I'm stuck in a bed and he's telling me I'm doing good. Walking over to the wheelchair, I sit in it, relaxing against it, and shutting my eyes."Where are you taking me to?" I ask."Just for a stroll. You need the fresh air, dear cousin" David chants and I can't help but act sassy. Placing my hands on both sides of the chair, I alert David I'm ready and he wheels me out of the room. Even walking down the hallway feels great. And when we're outside in the

I've taken much caffeine than I'm supposed to. And Rose haven't even said a word to me. Each time, she looked at me, she just blinked and had that unreadable expression on her face. I want to ask her what? but she looks away quickly. Her shop is filled anyway so she's so busy. Good things she's got one and more workers or she would've been a mess, and I'll be carrying napkins running from one table to the other."One more coffee, and you won't wake up until Sunday" Rose finally comments and I slouch on my chair, glaring at her with wide eyes. "Look, I now what your problem is. You miss Scott, but I won't have you being so gloom all the time" she speaks like a true friend with her hand on her hips."I just don't know what to do anymore, Rose. Do I give up on him? It's like he'd never get his memory back" I sniff, my pupils dilating.A lady and her little son walks up to the bar counter, ordering two tall cups of whipp

Stormy POV"Don't tell me Escala is the place you wanted us to hang out at" I said to Nolan when we pull up on the street lane to the party mansion. I still can't understand why a place like that could be used as a party hangout spot for horny and crazy teenage kids."You don't like here?" Nolan asked.I don't just dislike the place. I hate the place. It's the reason I and Scott are apart now. The reason so many bad things happened to Scott and and I. And I'm not not neglecting the fact that Scott is going to be there with Kim."Just relax alright?"Kale invited me for his birthday party, but I purposely wanted to skip it, and here I am pulling up into Escala's driveway. I let out a sigh, preparing for another worst night of my life.The party is already on. Half dressed females as usual, all packed out by the pool, while guys with hot trunks drove into th

Scott POVThe back of my head is stinging with so much pain as I try to get up from the floor. Kim is hovering over me with a look of what I think is worry in her eyes. I glare at Nolan who suddenly looked guilty for hitting me."Are you ok?" Kim asks, her palms touching my cheek.I stare round the room at the eyes staring down at me. Kale is missing and so is..."Where's Storm?" I ask as I hurry to get off the floor. Kim eyes flew wide when I ask of Storm."Did you just call her Storm and not Stormy?" Nolan asked, approaching me carefully."What the fucking hell is wrong with all of you? Where is Storm?" I yell.I see Kale run back, look of panic on his face. "I really can't find her anywhere" he says and I frown."Who?" I ask him."Stormy" Kale sighs, his hands flying into his hair."Don

I have my hair In a loose bun by the time I'm out for the shower, I oiled my skin, making it glow so bright. My eyes are no longer dull, my lip is no longer twitched in an annoying manner. I feel happy with myself. Happy that I'm happy within. The very person that's brought me sorrow in the last few months is now the same person making me happy. He's always been the one making me happy.And even when he couldn't remember me, somtimes I sat and thought of what could've been, or what had been. I visited the lake so many times, remembering the time I went there with Scott. I woee most of his shirts at night, and I listened to The Fray so much because it reminded me of him and the time we first argued about a favorite band, on one of the first days we met.I smile, glaring at myself in the mirror before I walk out of the bathroom, I fling on one of Scott's shirt on as I know he always loved when I wore it. Nothing's changed I hope.