Runaway - A Mike Fuentes Fanfic

Chapter Eleven

 I wake up again to my phone ringing loudly into my ear. I hold it far enough from my face just enough to make out “Mum” written right across the screen.

“Fuck,” I mumble and press talk and hold it up to my ear. “Hello?”

“Iris, where are you?”

“Not there obviously.”

“Where are you Iris?” she asks again.

“Somewhere where you wont find me mum.”

“Oh I know where you are, someone told me,” I turn around to find Vic staring at me with a questioning look.

“Where's that?” I whisper.

“You're just out of San Diego, on the beach. You've been living there for the past few weeks.”

“Who told you that?” my body trembles and I feel Vic's arm snake around my waist.

“Fuentes?”
“Mike?”

“Yeah, that's his name. I'm coming to get you, you better be ready,” she has no expression in her voice. It's just dead.

“No, stay there mum. I'm fine without you.”

“No you're not sweetie, a daughter always needs her mother to help her through everything.”

“That's not true. I don't need you,” I hang up the phone and let her monotone voice ring through my head.

“What was that about?”

“My mum said she's coming to get me. Mike told her where we are, and now she wants me to get ready.”

“Let's leave then, there's always somewhere else we can go.”

“Where to?” I ask.

“I don't know, road trip?” I smile and nod my head.

“Let's do it,” Vic pecks me on the lips and climbs out of the truck shoving everything into it. I stumble out and climb into the passenger seat, pulling the keys out of my pocket and pressing them into the ignition.

“Alright, where to?” Vic asks smiling while climbing into the drivers side.

“Anywhere but here,” I smirk, and off we went.

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Trees, lakes and fields zoom by us as we drive further out of San Diego. I press my head to the window and close my eyes soaking up the music that's softly playing on the radio. Silence drowns us.

“Vic?” I ask breaking the uneven silence.

“Yeah?” His eyes stay attached to the road.

“I really miss Mike.”

“So do I, honestly.”

“Do you think I could call him?”

“If you think that's the right thing to do, of course. But if you think something is going to spark up between you two, I suggest you not,” he quickly glances and me and smiles.

“I'm going to call him. Just to check up on him. He could be dead for all we know.”

“Speaker? I want to hear.”

“Alright,” I sigh and pull my phone out of my pocket.