24 days until christmas

December the twenty-first

It's a sunday morning and her mom isn't anywhere to find. She wasn't home last evening. She calls him and asks if he wants to come over to have breakfast. He just answers with a simple
»No.«

She doesn't know what to say and waits.
After a while he says
»...thanks.«
and hangs up.

After the sixth beep she sighs frustrated and lets the phone sink. Then she runs up the stairs, taking to steps at a time. She puts on her cloths and grabs the car keys and starts her mom's second car. She doesn't have her driver's license jet, but she started the driving test already. She has not a good feeling about driving, but when she thinks about him and all the things he could do she knows she needs to do this.
There are no other cars driving threw the little town, but she almost ran into a fence - almost.
She slams the breaks and jumps out of the car, runs to the front door and rings the doorbell three times.
»Open.«
He says threw the speaker.
She walks in the door.
She's glad she cleaned the house yesterday. It was a big mess. His mom never came home. If she doesn't come home before lunchtime she'll call the police.
»Hello?«
»Hm?«
He leans in the kitchen door.
Man, he looks so good and so bad at the same time.