Missing

Missing-
A story about a nobody




Alex could see the small house now. It was very pleasant looking. He smiled. His heart beat faster just thinking about seeing her again. He loved her. He loved Grace.
Grace was a girl that turned up not too long ago. She was an orphan, and lived with her adopted parents. She had blonde, long hair. She always let it down in such an enchanting way. She also had blue, gorgeous eyes. They seemed to capture his every thought and emotion. She was weird also. She didn’t put much emotion into things. She was just pleasant, and that was about it.
But there were times, when Alex was alone with her, they seemed to connect hearts. She smiled with her eyes crinkling in a comedic way. Her smile was real. That was probably the reason they actually were boyfriend and girlfriend.
Alex walked up to the house, and rung the doorbell. He had to tell himself to breathe normally. He was so excited to see her.
A few seconds passed by, and a tall woman with dark hair greeted him.
“Hello Mrs. Kabashi,” Alex said, with a slight tilt of his head, as if in a bow. “Is Grace here?”
There was a very odd look on her face. “Who?”
“Grace, your daughter.” He smiled.
Mrs. Kabashi was giving him a weird look. “Are you okay, Alex?”
Mrs. Kabashi was funny. She could joke around a lot. She had one of those senses of humor.
“Well, can you tell her I dropped by?”
The woman looked back inside for a moment. “Dear, can you come here?”
Alex expected to see Grace’s blue eyes to stare at him through the doorway, but all that came was her father.
“Dear, Alex here says we have a daughter.”
The father gave a weird look. “Really?” he laughed.
“You guys are funny!” Alex said, laughing. “Hilarious!”
The parents gave him a weird look. “Do you want to come inside?”
Alex nodded, and the next thing he knew, he was being served steaming hot chocolate with little marshmallows.
“So, where’s Grace?”
The mother didn’t answer.
There was a long, long silence before the mother said, “Alex, I have no daughter.”
“Yes you do. You adopted her twelve years ago, when she was two.”
The mother shook her head. “Come look,” she said.
He put his mug down on the coffee table, and followed her.
She came to a wall with all the family photos in it.
There was no Grace in any of them.

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Very nice suspence. Keep writing. ^^