TWELVE: Before I know it, Simon crashes his lips to mine. 

Three rings. Five rings. Seven rings.

Ten rings. No answer.

I've been trying to call Simon's cell for the last thirty minutes and still he's not picking up. I'm getting annoyed by the fact he's ignoring my call. What's up with him? I lean my arms to the edge of their balcony and press on his numbed again. I tap the green button. It starts to ring.

I fold my free arm under the other that is holding the phone. On the first ring a car screeches on the hard break. It passes the yard a little than it moves back toward the exact parking lot of where Simon would park his car. It is his car. I put down my phone and watch as he rolls down the window. I could barely see him inside.

I think he's struggling, trying to unbuckle his seatbelt. Before he could slips out of his car, I quickly make my way downstairs. Nobody is found in the kitchen nor in the living room. Kim and Kris are perhaps in bed now. I asked Kris earlier if I could stay in until I can talk to Simon. I know I'm always free