All Chapters of I'm Choosing You : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lily offers me the blue bead from the packet, and continues her own red, gold, blue and yellow patterned necklace. For the past hour and a half, Lily and Miss Johnson had come over to visit. Aaron isn't here, obviously. Miss Johnson mentioned that he was out with a few friends. And now, herself and my mother are in the kitchen, baking and catching up with each other.Lily had brought over her necklace-making kit. So far, I've taught her how to make a bracelet with a bunch of different patterns. She promised to make me the longest necklace ever, for my birthday. I'm finally eighteen in a couple days."Are you having a birthday party?" Lily questions, frowning deeply in concentration as she forces another red bead through the piece of string. I shake my head. "No. I don't think so. Possibly just a quiet day with a few friends. Nothing special." I mutter. I couldn't care less about my upcoming bir

"The abandoned house?""You are hiding from the police, anyway." I tell him, parking the car outside the house and opening the car door. He steps out too, glancing at me for a brief second before shrugging his shoulders. "This will do. I guess." he mutters. "Thanks.""No problem." I sigh."You can leave now." I scoff. "If you think I'm going to leave you like this, then you have to be joking. Now set up the ladder, so we can go inside. It's freezing."He shakes his head. "I don't want you here, Charlotte." he says firmly, his eyes blazing with irritation. "Leave. Go home."As he says all of this, I have already set up the ladder next to the open window. I glance over at him over my shoulder before sighing. "Look. I don't care what you want. You can hate me, shout at me, blame me

|Daniel P.O.V|"A whole week." Tessa mutters, biting her lip as myself and Cindy both enter the kitchen. My little sister Morgan, is playing on an iPad in the corner of the room. She's oblivious to the situation at hand, which doesn't really bother me as much as it should. Especially since it's my own iPad. "I can't believe I let it happen.""This isn't your fault." I tell her. Cassidy is still busily pacing up and down the room, biting her fingernails frantically as she attempts calling Aaron's number for the millionth time this week. Charlotte hasn't picked up her phone either."When was the last time you last saw her?" I frown, shoving both hands in my pockets, tilting my head slightly at an angle. Tessa meets my gaze with a heavy sigh."She left the club. That's what we told the police anyway. At one point, I couldn't find my shoes. And then I couldn't find Charlotte o

"Stop that!""Stop what?" Aaron blinks at me, innocently. I pull a face, crossing my legs before shooting him another look of disgust. He chuckles, cracking his fingers once again, just to irritate me. "I don't see what the problem is.""You could really harm your finger joints. Which isn't a good thing." I mutter. "Think about it. Your fingers could have been put into better use.""Like what?" he raises both his eyebrows suggestively, and I can feel my face flushing a deep shade of red. Rolling my eyes, I hurriedly shake my head at him as he laughs at me."Pervert! I meant guitar strumming." I choke out. He smirks. "Sure you did. And I'm not playing the guitar."I glance over at the black guitar, leaning against the wall. Rising to my feet, I make my way towards the guitar before taking it in my arms and bringi

I scrunch my eyes at the bright light that is sipping through my closed eyelids. I feel powerless and heavy. The room is pristine clean and gloomy. Typical hospital bed, IV and monitors beeping. The walls are a sickly green colour and the linens are gray. Suddenly, I hear the movement of someone standing right next to me. A hand takes mine, and I angle my head slightly, hoping to see Aaron. But instead, my mother is gazing down at me, her eyes clouding over with worry and anxiety. "Good God, you're okay." she whispers, smiling sadly. But I can see the tears forming in her eyes. "You had me so worried, Charlotte. I can't believe you just disappeared without calling or texting. My baby girl..."My stomach churns with guilt and sadness. I sit up properly on the hospital bed, lifting a hand to feel my temple. There is a bandage wound around my head, but the pain is still there. I turn to my