Forty Eight

Abigail paced around her bedroom, she felt worried.. Marcel hadn't come back home yet. And she's definitely sure he told her he would be coming back home tonight. Her eyes drifted to the wall clock.. "11:45." The clock read, that late and he wasn't still back home.

"Why won't he call at least or should I call him?" She asked out loud sitting down on her bed, slapping her phone on her hand repeatedly.

*He might have been met with some kind of accident and he is probably to injured to call me, so yeah... I will call him.* she thinks already making her mind up. She searched for his name on her call log, and found it.

Abigail dialed Marcel's number, it rang for a while then stopped ringing. He did not pick up. "Why would he pick up. Wait!" She stood up abruptly.. shock clouding her facial expression, "Did he really get into an accident, is that why he is not picking?" She asked out loud going into panic mode.

"Let's just try calling him one more time, there's no need to panic... yet."