It's been three hours since Xavier walked out of the house and he was yet to return.

I didn't regret slapping him but I felt I over reacted to an extent. I stood outside waiting for him to get back. I kept calling my parents but they weren't taking their calls.

'Damn it," I huffed one last time after the call went to voicemail.

I was getting scared and had no idea what to do about it. My phone buzzed and I shoved it out of my pocket.

Mom: we're staying back, we'll be back tomorrow ...