All Chapters of Reportedly Dating: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Jac Taylor’s point of view    “Good day! This is C.C Cars— ”    “Connect this call to Cormac Carter now.” I said sharply to the woman who answered the call. She was obviously suppressed, but I ignored it. I am determined by what I do. If I can’t reach Avery, I’ll direct what to say to him.    It’s been an hour since I left my parents ’house. In a matter of minutes, I will reach Avery’s place.    I just wish I wasn’t too late. I don’t know why until now. Avery’s phone still couldn’t be contacted. If before it was just continuous ringing, now it is actually closed.    “He’s not here—”    “Just connect this fucking call to his mobile. I’m Avery’s sister, and she’s with him. I have to go to them! ”    I don’t even know what

January 2, 2005Third person’s point of viewTwelve-year-old Avery smirked when she finally made it out of the classroom. Going home as usual, she will go straight to Macmac’s classroom.They have been like this for almost a year now—she who always tails the man and Macmac who always stumbles over that thing has always been their situation.Avery doesn’t seem to mind it. For her, that is more challenging. For the rest of her life, she would laugh at the man’s nervousness every time he saw her approaching.“What is a grade seven student doing here?” said Jac, when he saw his sister who was constantly wandering on the floor of grade ten students like him.He already knew his sister’s intentions. He quickly turned to Cormac, who was still busy copying what was written on the board there. Their teacher did not attend the last subject, but still left a lot of work to do.

“Dissociative amnesia. . . ” My left hand landed on my mouth when I heard the doctor say that. I stayed in the hospital for three days. Then, because of my perseverance, my mom agreed to continue the observation and treatment at home.After that night, I never saw Cormac again. I still haven’t received a call from Ma’am Cassandra.But that won’t be the end of me. I know I still have a lot to do, so I prefer to keep going.After three days, I was exposed to the world again. I went to my friend Yohan to tell the truth. He’s the only doctor I can trust. I told him about it on the call earlier, before I went to his condo.“Are you saying your memory has returned?”I rudely dropped my hands on its table, causing the man to roll his eyes, seeing how bad my temper is. “Just go directly to the point. If I have to undergo tests, that’s fine. I just want to be sure, Yohan. I w

Warning: This chapter may contain sensitive and sexual scenes that are not suitable for a younger audience.***I no longer followed what happened next. Yes, we got into Cormac’s car. On where we will go and what probably do, I know nothing about it.My hands were still shaking with the extreme anticipation I’m feeling. I was carried away by the situation. I feel like I haven’t seen Cormac in so long; I felt all those positive emotions with him — plus the desire.For the next few seconds, there was only one thing on my mind. Even if I tried to deny it to my brain, I wanted him to claim me. . . over and over, until I felt he had tied me to him.I know, maybe I’ll be ashamed of what I am doing right now afterwards, but I know in myself I won’t regret it.I heard a loud crash as we entered a very large penthouse. It was getting dark, but my eyes seemed to see the whole thing then.

Life can be cruel to us every time. Sometimes we think nothing good is going to happen—that’s where we go wrong.    That we are waking up each day, that we are surviving, we can be the happiest person in the world.    Waking up is a chance, to make a difference, to do what we want to do. . . to love ourselves and to be true.    The first day I opened my eyes with no memories at all, I felt like my life had stopped as well. It was as if I was dead, but I can still feel the pain in my heart.    The first day, I couldn’t answer questions about myself. It was like I was being gradually killed.    The moment they ask me about my name and I can’t answer. When I woke up, I could no longer remember the people who had been waiting for me to wake up.    It was beyond the pain and frustration.    One day became a month. . . years.    One year t