Runaway Case (Kellic)

Dead meat

I waited a while before making my attempt to escape this nightmare. I looked around the room a little, searching for Kellin's car keys. Finally, I found them in a basket by the door. I was practically shaking in my shoes while I turned the doorknob. Who knows what Kellin would do to me if he caught me trying to escape.

Thank god the door was silent and I was able to slip away unnoticed. 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 aside.

"Vic, you can't drive," stated Kellin. "What are you talking about? Yes I can," I responded nervously. "No you can't. Are you forgetting who you're talking to? It's me, Kellin Quinn-Bostwick, the kid who knows more about you then you know about you. I know you're only in drivers-ed. You only have your permit. I also know that when you got your first permit, they messed up and put your brother's name on it instead because he was enrolled in the same program. So your first permit said Michael C. Fuentes instead of Victor V. Fuentes."

Dumbfounded, I stared at him in a look of fear, honour, disgust, and amazement. "Dude, how do you know so much about me?" I questioned. "I do my research and I know people," responded Kellin. "Can we go on our drive now? You can drive," he promised. I agreed and got in the car and drove off.

~a/n~
Wow two updates in one day. I feel accomplished c': thank for reading friends. You're a rad cat. Stay cute.