Victor Vincent Fuentes: A Fictional Narrative

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“Victor Vincent Fuentes! You’re awake! Goody Now we can play!” I heard a voice say. I recognized it right away. It was the voice of my ex boyfriend, Kellin Quinn-Bostwick. We broke up because he’s insane. “Viccy, did you miss me?” I hear him say with glee. He steps into the dim light and I can finally see him. He hasn’t changed. Same shoulder length wavy black hair, same innocent-looking clear ice blue eyes, still the same height. “Viccy, why won’t you talk to me? Talk to your boyfriend!” he whined, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Kellin, listen to me. I am not your boyfriend anymore. We broke up last August, remember?” I did my best to stay calm but to no avail. I should be out of here soon though, it’s not the first time he’s done this.…show more content…
The sky was so clear tonight, the shining stars alone is what led me to Kell’s red Nissan Altima. Using the key to unlock the door, I realised something: I can’t drive. I can’t drive and here I am, trying to steal my kidnapper’s/ex-boyfriend’s car. I hope I don’t crash and die. After a few minutes of bad anxiety I manage to start his car without dying. Alright, Fuentes think- gas is on your right, break on your left. You can do this, Fuentes. Just breathe. Breathing is so hard right now. All I did was back-up but I can barely breathe. Why is this so scary? I mean, I’m in drivers ed so I know how, and I have my permit it’s just I never drive. C’mon Vic, you can do this. Drive away. Go home to your cats and family. Just as I was about to drive away, the door opened. Oh no, busted. A sad looking Kellin shuffles through the doorway, wearing the bunny pajamas I bought him for his birthday. “Were you,” he paused to sniffle, “were you leaving me?” he asked, holding back tears. I immediately got out of the car and hurried over to him. “What? Baby, no! I was just going on a drive. Come on, Sweetheart, join me. Let’s go on a drive.” I cooed, scared out of mind. “Okay,” he said, putting his sniffles…show more content…
“I’m not doing anything!” screeched Kellin. “Yes! Yes you are! You keep humming the theme song from Friends. Thank god you haven’t clapped yet.” I told him. “Oh,” Kellin spoke with embarrassment in his voice, “I’m sorry, Viccy.” He looked so sad and embarrassed I almost felt bad for pointing it out. “Kells, Sweetheart,” I spoke as I reached over and grasped his hand, “it’s okay. I promise” I looked over and smiled at him, he smiled back with the same beautiful smile he’s always had. And then I felt it. I’m falling in love with Kellin again. I’m falling in love with my

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