A/N: Well, hello there! I'll see if I can get this done by the time Home Alone 4 comes on! How exciting. Yes, I'm just so thrilled. You can tell by the amount of exclamation marks that I'm using of how excited I am for Home Alone 4 to come on. Lol. Well, here we go!

Chapter 11: The Trip to the Airport II

Kevin's PoV:

We're still on our way to the airport. I'm looking away from the window, because, even though it's a cloudy day, the brightness of the outside still hurts my head and makes my now injured eye hurt. "You OK, little buddy?" Marv asks me. I just don't answer. "Hey?" I just slightly shake my head "no". Marv faces Harry and asks, "Can't we get him an ice pack, or something?"

"No! The kid can fucking deal with it!"

"Harry..."

"Look, that kid did far worse to us last night than just a couple slaps and a black eye! The kid needs to suck it up! Or else, I will dish out to him what we took last night!"

"I'm sorry... I don't remember doing it, but I'm sorry..."

"Yeah, bullshit!"

"I'm serious... I don't remember... I was hit in the head by a brick... I don't remember..."

"Come on, Harry. The kid doesn't remember hurting us,"

"Yeah, well! He'd better start remembering!"

"It just doesn't automatically happen..." I mutter.

"What was that?!"

"Nothing..." Harry just shakes his head. I try looking out my window again. I squint, because of my eye pain. Though, as we're driving by, I think I catch sight of my Mom! No matter how sore my eye is, I widen both of my eyes! I then shout, "Mom! Mom!"

"Shut up, kid!"

"No! I saw my Mom! Let me out! Please!" I freak out. I try to get out of the seat, but I can't, because, not only is my seat belt on, but my hands are tied. "No! Please! Help!"

"Shut up! Just shut up!"

"No! Let me go! I saw my Mom!" I keep crying out. I'm trying to be heard, but Marv jumps out of his seat and tries to attack me. I scream out, as he forces his hand over my mouth.

He undoes my seat belt and tackles me to the floor. "Shut it! Please, shut it, kid!" He's holding me down to the floor, with his hand over my mouth. I keep crying. Marv, the nice one, is doing this to me! "If you don't stop, we won't get you anything for that eye of yours," But, I saw my Mom...

"Keep holding him down, Marv. I'll feel a lot better, once we get him to an undisclosed area," No! They're going to kill me! I try pushing Marv off of me with my knees, but I can't!

"Harry..."

"We should've just left him to bleed to death... Why did I ever take the responsibility of taking this kid?"

"I'm the one that suggested it, Harry,"

"Yeah, well, we wouldn't be in this mess, if you hadn't of suggested this shit, in the first place, Marv,"

"Hey, you even thought it was a good idea, at the time, too..." Marv says, still struggling to hold me down. Harry just huffs.

"I think it'll be easier to go to Paris, without him..." I stop my struggling and gasp.

"Harry..."

"Well, I'm fucking tired of this kid, already! What's it gonna be like, actually having him for a long period of time?!"

"He'll behave himself," Marv then looks down at me. "Won't you, little buddy?" I don't know what to do... I don't want to nod, yet I don't want to shake my head. "Huh?" I just shrug, because that's just automatically what I do. Marv then turns to Harry and says, "He'll behave himself, Harry,"

I then shout, muffled, "No, I didn't!"

"Shh!" Marv orders. I think he's trying to help me, and I don't know why. At this time, my head hurts so bad. "Can I let you go now? Will you be quiet?" I nod.

He lets go of me, and the first words I say are, "My head hurts... Really bad..."

"Well, suck it up, kid! How do you think Marv and I feel, with our heads?!"

"I... I don't know..."

"Yeah, right..."

"I don't..."

"Just stay down here, OK?" Marv tells me, as he pats my arm and stands up. I look up at the direction of the burglars. Once Marv's buckled back into his seat, he says, "What are we doing, Harry? If we stop somewhere, we won't make our flight,"

"Don't care..."

"Come on, he'll behave," He looks back at me. "Won't you, pal?" I just nod. Marv then looks back to Harry. "See? He'll behave."

"Why are you being so nice to him, Marv?"

"Of course I'm pissed at him about last night, but Jesus, Harry, he's just a kid,"

"Not this kid... He's a little bundle of misery..."

"Come on, Harry, even so, he's just a kid. Take it a little easier on him, won't you?"

"I'll think about it..." Harry mutters.

"Please... My head hurts... So bad... I need medicine..."

"Hold on," Marv then asks Harry, "Can't we make a quick stop?"

"I thought you said we'd miss our flight?"

"Just a quick stop,"

"Please... You can use whatever you get for me on your headaches... too..." I'm having trouble talking, again.

"Yeah, right, kid... You're just trying to suck up to us..."

"No... Really..."

"Harry, we can sure use some sort of headache powders. Even if the kid is trying to suck up to us, we sure could use them,"

Harry sighs, then says, frustrated, "Oh, alright! Just a quick stop!" A few minutes later, we pull up to somewhere. "Now, hurry up, and go get it, Marv!" Marv leaves the van, leaving just Harry and I here. I'm scared about being left here in the van with Harry, and I have every right to be, because Harry suddenly grabs on to my arm and sits me up. I'm sitting right up against the console in between the two seats. I'm staring at Harry, with fear. "So, you think things will be better, by you sucking up to Marv and I, huh? Heh. It's not gonna work, kid," He grabs on to my arm again. This time, even tighter, and threatens, "How about I drug ya with that medication, huh? At least we'd have some peace and quiet for awhile."

I don't know what to do or say. "No... I'm not trying to suck up to you..."

He tugs on my arm even more, making me gasp and squeeze my eyes shut. "Stop fucking lying, kid..."

"I'm not... Please..." I beg, because his grip hurts.

He lets go of my arm and smacks my head, knocking me down to the floor, not helping my head injury. I look up at him, from the floor, panicked. "I told Marv that I'd think about being nicer to ya, kid, but, you know what, there are two liars in this van," He smirks down at me.

"I'm sorry..." is all I can say.

"Don't be telling me 'sorry', kid, be telling yourself, because this isn't our fault that you're in this mess," Harry turns back around and just chuckles. I'm just left back here, thinking about what Harry said to me. I don't remember, but maybe this is my fault... I feel so helpless and weak, at this point. I just turn my head, so that I'm facing under Marv's seat, and I just cry...

To be Continued...

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Harry's being a dick to Kevin, that's for sure! What do you think is going to happen? Did Kevin actually see his Mom? Is Kevin lying? What's going to happen, when Marv gets back? Well, you'll have to see! Ciao!

PS: I'm currently watching Home Alone 4, and I'm about ready to slit my wrists...

- Majora's Mask Freak184