A/N: Hi, everyone! How is everyone after this lengthy time? Jeez… How long has it been, since I updated? I meant to start this story again last month, but things have gotten in the way, making me either push this aside and/or forget about it. Plus, NaNoWriMo was last month, so I was working on that. So, here I am, so close to Christmas! :D I'm hoping I can still be consistent with this story. I may be a little rusty, but that happens every year, when I ditch Home Alone for a season. I guess that's just part of writing a Christmas story… I never did get to writing any of these chapters in the Summer. That's why I'm probably going to be a little rusty… Anyway, I guess I should shut up now, so that we can get going! :D
Chapter 28: Home
Kevin's PoV:
The ride home is a quiet one. I knew that, when Marv mentioned that we were "going home", he didn't mean my home. He was pretty adamant on holding on to me, so I don't think I'll be going home anytime soon.
Marv hasn't been pressuring me to talk during the drive. I think it's because he understands I'm nervous about all of this, and the fact that he just held a gun to my face; I'm still a little shaken up.
I just stare out the window, thinking of all the things that have happened to me in this short time, and what's going to happen to me in the future. I'm still trembling and borderline teary-eyed. I miss my Mom. I miss my Dad. I miss my siblings. I just miss my home, in general.
I have a feeling I'm not going to see any of them for awhile. The thought of that scares me. I try my best not to burst into tears this very minute. Even though I'm hoping Marv understands my fear right now, I still don't trust him to not put a gun to my head…
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We pull into the driveway of Marv's temporary house. I still don't understand where he got this second home from. I thought he and Harry were robbers, so I didn't think they could afford one home, let alone two homes… Marv must have some sort of secret inheritance Harry might not even know about.
"We're here," Marv simply announces.
I start getting a nervous feeling in my gut. I have a feeling that, if I'm unable to escape from Marv, this is going to be my home for the next while. He parks the car and looks at me, expectantly.
It's almost as if he expects me to get out of the vehicle and go into the house on my own. He knows I could easily run away again. I could also easily run into a bear, too… I shiver at the thought of how I was almost attacked by a bear. In a way, that deters me from wanting to escape, at least in the middle of the night. But, we'll see…
"Well?" he finally speaks again.
"Well', what?"
"Don't you have anything to say?"
"What's there to say?" I shrug, looking down at my lap, at my now-cold food.
"You haven't said anything on the whole ride home,"
I look back up at him. "Well, what do you want me to say?"
"Just anything, really,"
"'Just anything, really'," I mock back to him. This probably isn't the best time to be sarcastic, but my nine-year-old brain calls for it.
Marv looks at me, unimpressed. "You know what I mean, Kev…"
"No, I don't. I don't know what you want me to say," I'm starting to feel a little angered at this minor situation. I guess it's because I miss my family… "I don't know what you expect of me."
"I just want to know if you're OK or not. After all, I did scare you back there, and I apologize for it. Though, it seems to me, you're not OK,"
"No! I'm not OK!" My anger suddenly bursts. "If you were really sorry, you'd take me back home!" I unbuckle my seat belt, open the car door, and take off, out of the vehicle.
Marv tries to grab on to me, because I feel him trying to grab the bottom of my coat. Though, he's unsuccessful with grabbing me. "Kevin! Kevin, get back here!"
I run away from the vehicle. I don't know why, but I head for the backyard, where there's a field of dying plants. I don't know what I expect to accomplish heading back here, but I just needed to get out of that car. I could take this time to run away, but what good would it do?
I look at the field of dying plants, where the freedom lies beyond. While thinking of the freedom, tears form in my eyes. I slump to the ground, holding my leftover cold breakfast in my hands. I look down and start crying, feeling defeated. I don't notice anyone behind me, until I feel a hand placed on my shoulder. In my sensitive state, I jump, startled. I quickly look up and see that it's Marv.
"Hey," I look away from him, not wanting to speak to him. He knows I'm still trembling, because he comments, "Hey, you're trembling."
"You would be, too, if you were taken away from your parents…" There's an awkward silence between Marv and I. I think he's at a loss as to what to say. He finally thinks of something to say, because he says, a little excitedly, "Hey, how 'bout I show you something?"
"No, thanks," I shake my head. My mind is so focused on my family, that I don't even care or worry about what it could be that Marv wants to show me.
"Come on, it'll involve my gun," I contort my face, wondering why he wants to show me his gun. I look up, to see it right in my face again…
To be Continued…
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A/N: And, there we have it! Wow. That went differently than I expected… Why does Marv have his gun in Kevin's face now? Will we get to the part I've been meaning to write for months (not that you guys know what it is)? Why isn't Kevin running away? What will happen next? I promise, the circle of events will come to an end, and we will proceed further! It's all a matter of when… Well, it feels good to be back! I hope to update again soon! You guys know what to do. I'd love to hear from you guys again! ;) I think that's about all I have to say… For now, ciao! :D
- Majora's Mask Freak184