Creative Writing: The Fuentes

Kellin rushed into the Fuentes’ house, not even bothering to knock. Once the front door was slammed shut, Kellin looked into to see Mr. and Mrs. Fuentes and Mike looking back with concerned expressions.

“Any news?” Kellin questioned, walking into the room. Mike shook his head slightly.

“No, we’ve all called him twice.” Mrs. Fuentes spoke, and at the moment I could see her eyes starting to water. “We don’t know where he is.” She added on in a whisper.

“I-It’s going to be okay,” Kellin tried to reassure her, taking a seat beside her on the couch. “Maybe we can call the police, file a missing person report.” He suggested. Mrs. Fuentes broke, tears falling with ease as she rested her head against Kellin’s shoulder. The sight alone made Kellin want to cry as well.

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A week passed as the Fuentes’ never closed the bank account, refreshing the page almost every hour. Occasionally small things popped up as Vic seemed to be making his way to the northwest. Multiple times, Mrs. Fuentes insisted we continued calling Vic, but it was no use. He never answered it; That is if he even had it. Who knew what he was planning on doing.

Mr. Fuentes also had a suggestion; To head out after him. Unfortuantely, the topic came up a week too late. It’d take them several hours to get to one spot Vic had stop, let alone catch up with him. All that they could do was wait, and watch.

That didn’t satisfy Kellin, though. It made him extremely anxious. What if they suddenly stopped getting updates on where Vic had disappeared to? Would that mean he lost the card, or that he was hurt? That was Kellin’s worst fear; Losing Vic permanently.

Sure, Vic was gone and didn’t appear to be coming back anytime soon, but at least he was alive. If they lost track of him, and Vic didn’t return quickly, they could all assume that he was dead. WHether that be a car crash, or something else no one would be able to