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Chapter 37: Takeout to Get Out
Kevin's PoV:
I'm still laying on the floor, trying to fall asleep. It's kind of uncomfortable being down here. It's also uncomfortable, having my body ache and with a broken ankle. I'm quite tired and feeling weak from all of this and from the lack of food. I just hope they decide to feed me... I try to roll over, so that I'm more comfortable, laying on my back, since I've been laying on my bound hands the whole time. I wish I could sneak up onto the bed, but it just takes Harry or Elise coming in here at any time for me to get into trouble. I really can't afford to have another broken ankle... Especially if I want to try to get away, when Elise takes me out. I wish I could try to get this chain off of me and try to get out that window, but I'm afraid that that will never happen...
I'm still trying to fall asleep, while trying to think of a way out of here. Though, I'm not able to get to sleep, because Harry enters the room, sooner than I expected him to. I look up at him, feeling, not only tired, but afraid and exhausted from all of this. "Oh, wow. You actually fucking obeyed, for once... Jesus Christ, kid, it's not so hard to obey, now, is it?"
"I just don't feel like having another broken ankle..." I honestly say. That's really the only thing that's stopping me from disobeying Harry's orders.
"Yeah, and if you try to do any shit, while you're out with Elise, I will fucking break your other ankle. So, don't even think about trying anything! If you do, it'll be your own damn fault why your ankle gets broken, not mine! Besides, Elise and I will make sure that you don't escape. When you're in the van, alone, we'll make sure that there's no way for you to escape, besides having an ankle that's broken,"
"I... I won't try to do anything... I promise..."
"Yeah, you say that, but then you go and do the complete opposite of what you say,"
"Believe me, I don't want another broken ankle... I'll be able to barely walk as is, plus it hurts..."
"Well, maybe you're telling the truth, kid. You didn't go back up on that bed, because you knew the consequences. Believe me, if you try to get away, while you're out with Elise, I will not take it easy on you. You got that?"
"I know... Please... I won't do anything..." I have to wonder, though: How does Harry expect me to keep cleaning the house with, not only one broken ankle, but two? I really hope that Elise and Harry don't impair me too much, so that I can try to escape... I also wonder that if I'm caught trying to escape, will Marv try to help me get out of the situation of having my other ankle broken and being beaten? When he came in here earlier, he seemed to be shocked at what Harry did to me. Even though he's still a part of this, I feel like he's my guardian angel. It's a little weird thinking that, but he's been helping me a little bit throughout all of this. If only he could help me escape...
"Well, come on, kid. It's time to get going," Harry struts down to the end of the bed and unchains my ankle. Though, the process is very painful, since the chain's ring is around my broken ankle... I start whimpering, as he's removing the chain from my ankle. I try not to cry out, like I so desperately want to. I don't want to continue crying in front of Harry. I've already cried in front of him, and it made me feel weak! I don't want to feel weak in front of him, anymore! Though, if he breaks my ankle again, I will have to feel weak in front of him, because I won't have any choice but to cry out at the breaking of my other ankle. Plus, if he ever decides to break my fingers, that will be extremely painful, too! I don't know... Is it really a good idea to try and get away? "Oh, quit your crying, kid, or I'll give you something to cry about it!"
"I'm sorry, but it hurts..." I finally let some tears shed.
"Oh, yeah? You don't think the paint cans and the iron bar you hit me in the face with didn't hurt?"
"I... I'm sure it did, but..."
"But, nothing! You hurt Marv and I! Not just last year, but the other night, too!"
"I'm sorry! I really am! I don't remember doing it, but I'm sorry!"
"Quit saying you're sorry, kid..." Harry says, threateningly, as he takes a hold of my ankle, just above where it's broken.
"Please! Don't hurt it again!" I shout out, panicking.
"Well then, quit saying you're sorry! Or else, I'll make it hurt twice as bad..." Once he lets go of my ankle, he says, "Come on, kid," I try to stand up on my own, and I don't know why. I know that I won't be able to walk very well at all... Though, instead of having to get up, myself, he takes a hold of me by my underarms and lifts me up from the floor. He leads me out of the bedroom, as I'm trying not to place pressure on my ankle at all. I wish he'd carry me...
As soon as we're out to the main room, I see that Elise is waiting for me, with her arms crossed. As for Marv, he's just sitting in the living room, still seeming to be looking at me, with pity. "Well, it's about time you showed up," Elise says, impatiently. She uncrosses her arms and starts to stroll over to us. I become nervous, as she's making her way over to us. She's always so nasty... Her words just make me want to burst into tears. Plus, she's a little abusive... I'm scared of what she's going to do right now... She bends down to my level, and I just look at her, feeling afraid. She takes a hold of my chin again and says, "Taking you out like this is a test—a test to see if you'll stay in the car and not try to do any shit, while we're gone. I'm sure you don't want any more punishment, but I'll give it to you, if I need to."
"Ahem..." Harry clears his throat.
I try to look up at Harry, when he does that, but Elise forces me to look at her again. "Oh, sorry... We'll give you more punishment, if we need to..."
"That's better..."
"Hasn't the kid been punished enough?" Marv pipes up.
Elise, I think even Harry, and I look over to Marv, when he says that. "What? Don't you think the kid deserves to be punished, if he tries to be an asshole, trying to get away?" she asks.
"I don't think he should try to get away, no, but you already broke his damn ankle. So, why don't you give him a damn break, huh?" I smile a little bit, as Marv's trying to stick up for me.
"So, if he tries to do anything, we should just let him go, and not do anything to him? Just pretend that it didn't happen?"
"I just think you've been so harsh with him, already. You've locked him down in a damn ancient basement, chaining him to a pole, strangling him to unconsciousness, and let's not forget, the breaking of his ankle!"
"Marv, while he's here, we do whatever we want with him, OK? And, if you don't like that, you might as well not even be on our side! I thought you'd be mad at him, too, for what he did to you and Harry!"
"I am mad, but I think the kid at least knows when to stop!"
"Uhh, no, he fucking doesn't... I wasn't there that night that he tortured you and Harry, but even I know that he doesn't know when to stop..." Elise then turns to me and jerks my head some. "Especially here. He doesn't know when to stop being annoying..." She starts to sound a little angry. "Am I right?" I don't know if she's actually talking to me, or if that's a rhetorical question... "Right?!" She jerks my head a little harder. I just nod, because I don't know what else to do... I know that I'm an instigator and I try to get on people's nerves, but I don't really like admitting it to them... Though, I don't know what else to do, except to agree with them...
"Hey!" Harry suddenly shouts. "What did I say about the nodding?!"
"Come on, Harry, the kid had a head injury! You can't expect him to always remember to not nod or shake his head!" Again, Marv's trying to stick up for me!
"No, he's just trying to see what he can get away with!" Harry argues back.
"I'm not trying to! I swear! I literally don't remember to not do it, sometimes! I don't know if it's because of my head injury, or not! But, I literally don't remember, sometimes!" I try to defend myself. I actually forget, sometimes! I'm not trying to see what I can get away with!
"Yeah, right, kid!" Harry shouts down at me.
"I'm not!" I shout back at him, crying again.
"Harry, come on," Marv says. "Leave him alone."
"No, Marv. He's ours now, and I intend to get back at him for all the misery that he has caused!"
"Harry, please..." Marv begs.
"No, Marv... Don't you wanna get back at him, too?"
"Yes and no... I feel like we've already done that. Or, should I say, you've already done that..."
"Yeah, you haven't been doing a very good job at getting back at him, Marv..." Elise says, seeming a little snippy. She looks back at me again, lifting up my head again. "I can't believe you feel sorry for this kid that's put you through not only one, but two nights of misery. It makes me wonder who's side you're really on..." For some reason, her saying this is making me feel nervous...
"Maybe because I'm not like you!"
"I can see that..." She smirks at me, still looking evil. "You know, just to piss you off, we might just break this little guy's other ankle, too, even if he does behave..."
"No! Please!" I beg, still crying.
"Oh, why not, you little cutie? I think you deserve it. That and more..."
"Please... You've already done enough... I'll... I'll be good, I promise!"
"I don't think you're being very truthful, there, kid..." She smirks, as she starts squeezing my jaw.
"Come on, enough!" Marv stands up. "I'll take him to pick up the food!" A little bit of hope grows inside of me. "Just leave him alone!"
"Yeah, OK... That's a wise idea, there, Marv! Knowing you, you'll let him get away! Maybe not on purpose, but you'll let him get away!"
"I wouldn't let that happen,"
"Yeah, you would," is all Elise says. She stands up and finally lets go of me. My jaw now hurts from her squeezing it. That's another pain added on top of my ankle's pain and the rest of my aching body. Though, I know my jaw pain will go away very soon... Elise looks at Harry and says, "Honey, get him ready," I gulp, when Elise says that, and Harry pulls me into the kitchen. "We may decide to kill him next week, Marv, and I know that you'll stand in the way of that," I hear Elise say, when I'm in the kitchen. I try to pay attention to their conversation, as Harry's taping my ankles together. Even though the tape is wrapped above the break, it still hurts, which makes me gasp.
"We won't kill him," Marv says.
"Oh, I know you wouldn't, but I'm pretty sure that we would,"
"You wouldn't..."
My listening is interrupted, when Harry says to me, "So that you don't bite this, anymore..." Harry takes a pair of scissors and cuts the layers of tape around my wrists. Once they're free, I feel relief from the tightness of the tape. It was actually hurting a little bit... Though, the relief doesn't last for long, because Harry almost immediately pulls my hands behind my back and wraps them together with tape again. It doesn't seem to be as much, this time, but it's still a lot. I can still hear Marv and Elise arguing, though, but I've lost track of the argument. Finally, Harry intervenes, "Would you two just shut up?" He seems annoyed.
"Sorry, dear..." Elise apologizes.
"I know you two wouldn't kill this kid! I know you wouldn't!" Marv continues the argument with Harry.
"Marv, I said shut up," Harry turns to me again and says, "Come on, kid..."
He starts to pull me back into the main room, when I cry out, "Ow!"
"What the hell's wrong with you?!"
"My ankle! I can't walk! You just taped my feet together!" I shout at him, trying to hold back the tears.
"Oh, for God's sake... Here," Harry picks me up by my underarms and carries me over to the pair in the main room, with his one arm. He hands me over—actually, more like he shoves me into Elise's arms. "There, he's all yours... Make sure he doesn't do any stupid shit, while you're out. Otherwise, do whatever you want with him..." I look back to see Harry grinning, evilly. I become scared, as I think what will happen on this trip with Elise. Frankly, I don't know who's scarier: Harry or Elise...
"Oh, don't worry, baby, I will," She just smiles at me and gives me a terrifying look, with those wicked eyes. "Well, are we ready to go, kiddo?"
She starts to leave, while carrying me. I didn't think about it, until now—my coat! She's about to bring me out into the cold, without my coat! So, I finally speak up, before it's too late, "What about my coat?"
"Why do you need it?" She pauses and asks.
"You're... You're bringing me out into the cold! Of course I'll need it!"
"Not if you're staying out in the car, you won't. Stop trying to gain ways to escape, because it ain't happening! We'll burn your coat, if we have to!" I just gasp and don't say anything more. "That's better. Now, let's go," Elise continues to leave the upstairs part of the building, as she heads down the stairs. Once we're outside, I'm instantly punched all over my body with the cold air...
To be Continued...
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A/N: Well, thanks for reading! Do I really need to say that you know what to do next? :P Well, that was a longer chapter, as expected, but I didn't get to the part that I wanted to get to! I'll have to write it next time! I hope you people can wait! :P To be honest, I didn't expect the chapter to be long at all! When I started this, for some reason, I was feeling unmotivated and distracted. Though, as I kept on writing, I didn't feel that way as much. I guess it's just one of those nights... Plus, I still feel like blah, so that could be it, too! I don't know... Well, I hope this was good enough, anyway! Look forward to Highway Robbery, even though I'm still formulating plans for it! I think you should really look forward to the next chapter of this, if all goes well. ;) I have an idea in my head, but I don't know if I can pull it off! We'll see! Until tomorrow, adios!
- Majora's Mask Freak184