Page 88 of Finding Storm

Storm Slater was captured on film in an apparent physical altercation with journalist Jasper Marsh. Marsh had allegedly revealed to Storm during an interview that Storm’s father, the late Jonny Creed, was heading to the airport the night he died to meet the son he hadn’t known he had.

Now, as we all knew, before his death, Creed was supposedly unaware that he had a son.

But it’s been exclusively revealed that Creed had received a call from an anonymous source hours before his death, revealing Storm’s paternity. It is said that Creed was in his car on his way to the airport to go meet his son.

A meeting he tragically never made.

As you all remember, Jonny Creed died when his car crashed into a ravine late at night. His blood toxicology was later revealed to have been through the roof, leading many to believe that Creed might have actually committed suicide. Something the TMS clan vehemently denied. We now know it’s because they knew the real reason that Creed was in his car that night.

And it wasn’t just us they kept the truth from.

Storm too.

Shame on them!

Storm was last seen fleeing TMS Records in downtown LA after a confrontation over the death of his father with Jake Wethers, Tom Carter, and Denny Daley.

We’ve contacted all representatives. But no word back at the time of publication.

I stare down at the screen, my heart hurting for him.

Jesus. Poor Nick—I mean, Storm. His dad died before he ever met him. And he thought his father never knew of his existence for all those years.

And then hearing it from a journalist and having the intimate details of his life splashed all over the news like this? I can’t even imagine how that feels.

Christ, no wonder he didn’t tell me his real name. Probably wanted to hide for a bit. Pretend to be someone else. Can’t say I blame him.

“Crazy, huh?” Pen says to me.

I hand the phone back to Pen. “No. It’s sad,” I say, my chest tight with emotion for him.

“I remember that young man dying,” Gran tells us. “It was all over the news. You were around four or five at the time, Stevie. And that boy in there is his son.” Her eyes go to the dining room door. “So sad.”

“But exciting!” Pen says way too loudly.

I hush her again, my eyes darting to the door.

“Come on, you have Storm Slater sitting in your dining room,” Pen says, exasperated.

“Waiting for his breakfast.” My eyes flash to Gran, who leaps into action.

“On it!” She grabs the batter and pours it into the heated waffle maker.

“Are you not even a little bit excited?” Pen asks me as I take the coffee-filled cup from the machine.

Well, I was excited because Nick was sitting in there. And I like him. More than anyone should after a day of knowing a guy.

But now, I don’t know. I guess … I still am excited.

I mean, he’s still him. Even if his name isn’t what I thought it was.

Storm Slater.

Which is a really cool name.

“Am I excited about Nick—I mean, Storm being a rock star? Nope.” I shake my head. “But you clearly are.”

Pen’s hands go to her hips. “So, you mean to tell me that if Jim Kerr from Simple Minds was sitting in your dining room right now, you wouldn’t freak out? Or the one from A-ha who’s still hot.”