hello, anon | salia

forty two

JJ.

"hello? yes, police," i spoke into the phone, waiting anxiously.

simon had been completely fine when he had left. he'd even come into my room to let me know he was leaving.

i had no idea what could've happened. if he had been in an accident, or something else...

"hello this is metro police speaking, how may i help?"

"uh - i need to report a missing person," i tell the person, my left hand visibly shaking as i spoke onto the phone. my right hand started to follow suit, and soon enough they were both too shaky to even hold the phone. it had to go on speaker phone.

"alright. can i have their name and age, please?"

"his name is simon minter. he's twenty four years old," i tell them, co-operating.

"alright. where was he last seen and at what time?"

i give them our address, telling them it had been around three hours ago.

"alright. we'll have people on the lookout for him. i've taken a note of your phone number is if there are any developments i will give you a call. keep trying to contact him if you're able to," they instruct me, and i promise i will.

we hang up, and the silence in my room is defeating. i haven't told the boys yet...i didn't want any of them to worry, but it's getting serious now. especially considering the police are involved.

he had to be okay, right? he had to.