Home Alone Chapter 5

Bo was taking to one of the biggest mansions he had ever seen. His young mouth open in astonishment as the limo pulled to a stop and the driver got out and opened the passenger door so that he and Andrew could exit the car.

"Ya actually live here?" Bo asked as he followed Andrew up the stone steps and into the home, or more specifically, the living room of the home.

"Well, me an my dad live here. It's the best place we could find so that it would fit our story." Andrew said as he flopped on to the couch.

"What about my Uncle and cousin? I can call em' right?" Bo asked, as he crossed his arms.

For some reason he doubted that he could call them, but just had to ask. He had to know if he was going to be treated like a prisoner here as well, or if he was free to do what he wished.

With slightly hopeful eyes, Bo watched as Andrew pressed a button that was part of a control box on the side of the table. Seconds later the door leading to the kitchen opened, and a man of about 25 years of age entered the living room. The man had dark hair, just about the same color as Luke's hair, but his eyes, Bo didn't know why, but he didn't like the look of the man's eyes, he thought they held something sinister, but he hoped he was wrong.

"Dad, this is Bo Duke. I got em' from Kyle an' Troy." Andrew said, introducing them.

"You're Beauregard Duke from Hazzard County?" The man asked as he leaned down so he was a little smaller than Bo.

"Y..yes,sir." Bo replied uncertantly. He slightly flinched as the man touched his cheek for a second before he stood up to his full height.

"Yes, I just got a report on you. You were kidnapped from your home last night." The man said, as if reading from a file.

Bo nodded his head at the information, acknoledging that it was true.

"Not to worry, we'll get you back to you're family, but in the meantime, my name is Alex, Alex Munro, and I see that you already know my son, Andrew." Alex said.

"Yes, sir. I was wonderin'...could I call the farm an let ma family know that I'm ok?" Bo asked politely.

He wasn't at all suprised when Alex shook his head no.

"I'm afraid not. Can't risk Kyle or Troy listenin in."

Bo sighed and lowered his head.

He missed Luke and Uncle Jesse, even Daisy. If there was anything in the world that he wanted at that moment, it was to see them again. To hug and talk to them, to tell them how much he missed them.

"Not to worry, young man, you'll be able ta talk with em' real soon." Alex promised as he took the boy by the shoulders and led him out of the living room and upstairs.

Bo followed along, not because he wanted to, but because he felt that if he didn't do what he was supposed to, Alex might hurt him, because he had seen the evil glean in Alex's eyes.

"I bet you'd like to take a nice, long, hot shower, huh?" Alex asked as he stopped by a closet and opened the door.

Reaching in he grabbed a white, terry cloth robe, a washcloth and a towel. He handed the items to Bo before he led the boy to the huge bathroom.

"Take all the time you need, son." Alex said before he shut the door, leaving Bo in the bathroom, alone.

With a sigh, Bo put the robe, towel and washcloth on the sink before he went over to the window. The window had black bars on it, so even if Bo had wanted to climb out, it was still one story up, so he couldn't have jumped down even if he had wanted to.

Bo leaned up against the window with a sad frown on his face that would make even the toughest person crack and burst in to tears.

Minutes went by before the crystal clear tears started to run down Bo's adorable face.

He reached out and pressed a hand against the window pane, in the direction of Hazzard, and more importantly, the farm.

"Luke...Uncle Jesse...where are you?" Bo whispered through his nearly choking tears.

Bo thought back to last night, when the men had come and taken him.

He remembered Luke being thrown against the wall. Being hurt, all because the men had wanted Bo.

Luke had been hurt because of him!

Bo prayed that Luke was alright, that Uncle Jesse had found him in time, but, he guessed that he would never see them again, that is if Alex got his way.

Bo had a feeling that Alex wanted to keep him here until he cracked and became one of them. A Munro, an undercover police officer, working to bring down drug rings, just like Andrew and Alex.

He had to admit that the idea was rather intresting, under different circumstances, he actually might have thought about joining up, but not if it meant being kidnapped and taken from your home, taken away from your family, the ones you love.

Bo began to wonder if Andrew was the real, biological or adopted son of Alex, or if Alex had brainwashed the boy in to helping him.

If that was the case, Bo knew that he should try and help Andrew see the truth, that Alex was a sick man and needed to be stopped, but, Bo had no idea of how to ask Andrew without tipping his hand and alerting Alex to his plans.

Sighing, Bo wiped the tears from his eyes and turned away from the window.

He went over to the tub and turned on the warm water, before he stripped and then climbed in to the tub, washcloth and soap in hand.

Bo let the warm water cleanse him and wash away the dirt and filth of the kidnapping. He only wished that he could wash off the filth of being imprisoned in someplace he hated, like this mansion.

As he rinsed himself off, Bo made up his mind.

When the coast was clear, he would find someway to contact his family, and to help Andrew realize the truth.

With that desided, Bo stood up and stepped out of the tub.

Toweling himself dry, Bo then slipped in to the robe and wrapped it around himself, before grabbing his clothes and exiting the bathroom.

When Bo left the bathroom, he saw Andrew leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

"Yer room's this way. There are clean clothes waitin' on the bed." Andrew said as he led Bo down the long, curving hallway, to a door.

He pushed open the door and let Bo proceed him in to the lavish room.

The room was painted sky blue, with paintings and pictures, not to mention children's toys everywhere.

In the middle of the room was a king size bed with the sheet's pulled down, and right on top of that were some clean clothes, just perfect for Bo.

"There's the hamper." Andrew said, opening a closet door and pulling out the hamper.

Bo walked over and dumped his dirty clothes in to the hamper before Andrew pushed it back in to the closet and shut the closet door.

"Dad says that you don't have to eat dinner today if you don't want to." Andrew said matter-of-factly.

Bo nodded his head in understanding and watched as Andrew turned and left the room.

With a somewhat defeated look, Bo dressed in the clean clothes before he climbed in to the king sized bed and pulled the heavy covers over him and fell asleep.