BitterSweet (Editing){Complete}

Chapter Sixteen- Lost & Found

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

What the hell? I woke up in a haze, fighting off the last effects of the pain killers I took just before I went to bed.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Is that my phone...? I thought as I grabbed my phone from off my nightstand. Two missed Calls. 2:20 Am. Who the hell would call this late at night? It was then that my phone vibrated again to show an unknown number calling me.

"Hello," I answered in a raspy voice as I answer the call.

"They are right. The third time is a charm," a female voice whispered in relief.

"W-who is this?" I asked in wonder, scrutinizing the number to see if it looked a bit familiar.

"I'm sorry to disturbed you so late at night, but Stephan hasn't return home, and it's unlike him to be gone for two days without no means of contact. I found his phone on the bed and was wondering if you heard from him." the women rushed out in a panic voice.

     I shot up in bed and immediately regretted the action as an excruciating pain shot up through my ribs. I hissed out in pain and settle back down, taking in deep breaths, before I could respond to the woman, who was desperately chanting over the phone.

"Hello, you still there? Hello. Helloo.  Ariel. I need an answer."

"I'm still here, just had to regain my composure." I breathed out, rubbing my ribs to decrease the pain.

"Oh, well have you heard from him? I'm worried sick."

"No, I haven't. Have you gotten in contact with someone he last spoken too?"

"You are the last person he has spoken too. That's why I called you."

"Well, I haven't spoken to him since the day I was released from the hospital."

"And when was that?" Two days ago.

"Ummm... I don't know. A few days ago at least," I said in nonchalant tone, when I was anything, but calm. Why did I lie to her? You scared of getting accused as a suspect, a voice in my head said, as I shook off the guilty that I was bound to feel afterwards.

"Did he say anything that seemed off to you?"

I chuckled bitterly to myself, "Well, besides the fact that he regretted his confession and didn't want anything to do with me. No, nothing unusual."

"Oh, umm... Well if you do hear from him. Please contact me."

"Okay, but you still never told me who you were," I stated out of curiosity.

"Oh, I'm his mother," and that was the end of the conversation as I heard the dial click off, ending our call.

His mother....

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          I tiptoed passed my parents bed, hoping the wooden floors wouldn't creak as I made my way towards the door that lead to the garage. I didn't have time to be cussed out and sent to my room for trying to sneak out again. I had to ease my guilty conscious by finding Stephan before my parents woke up. 3:00 Am. I only had eight hours left. There was no time to spare. I stuff my foot in the bottom crack of the door and slowly open the door in success when it made no noise. However, as soon as I step forward the floor creaked, leaving me frozen in place. Dammit. Please don't wake up. Please don't. I wished as I cringed, when I saw my mother move under the blanket, but I guessed her loud fan covered up the noise, since she made no other movement. I continue to walk into the garage and closed the door softly behind me. Whew. That was a close one.