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Chapter 8: Ransom

Kate's PoV:

We're eating supper at the kitchen table. Though, I barely eat. My son is missing, and I feel so useless... Why did I ever let him go? "Excuse me, I'm just not hungry." I get up from the table, tears in my eyes. In the living room, there's a table that has plants and pictures of all my kids. I pick up the one of Kevin. It was taken last year. His smile is adorable and beautiful. I hold the picture close to my heart. My tears turn to bawling. I feel a hand place on my shoulder, and I look up, startled. It's Peter. "Oh, Peter..." He holds me, as my bawling continues... I'm scared... Please, God... bring me home my baby... Please... Bring me home my baby...

Suddenly, something smashes through the window. I scream, because it startles me. Everyone else runs into the room. Peter bends over and picks up the brick that smashed through the window. It has a note attached to it. It says:

Mr. and Mrs. McCallister, if you wish to see your son again, you'll pay us a thousand dollars. You have 'til the end of the week. It's already Wednesday. You have 'til Saturday. You'd better get to your bank account, or else the kid's dead.

Signed,

- Anonymous

"How... How can we give money to these mysterious kidnappers? We don't know who they are!"

"They don't wanna be caught, honey." Peter looks at the back of the note, and it says:

PS: Leave the money in Lincoln Park. We'll watch, and then we'll give you your son back. We'll disappear, and you'll never hear from us again.

"Oh, Peter..." I hug Peter again. I'm scared... I'm scared for my son's safety... We're supposed to hand them over a thousand dollars...

"We should take this down to the Police Station, sweetheart. OK?" I nod. "OK. Come on, let's go. Kids, you stay here," And Peter and I leave to go to the Police Station...

Kevin's PoV:

"Marv... my head hurts..." I hold the spot of my head, where the tire iron made contact.

"What do you want me to do, kid?"

"Do you have any ice?" Ice... The very thing that got me captured... If I didn't slip on the ice...

"Hold on, there might be an icepack in the freezer. Come on, kid." Marv grabs onto my arm and brings me over to the kitchen. He opens the freezer door and finds an icepack. "Here," He hands it to me.

"Thank you." I place the icepack to my head. He brings me back over to the couch and sits me down. "Marv... I... I..."

"What? Spit it out, kid!"

"I have to... go to the bathroom..." I feel so shy and embarrassed saying that.

Marv sighs and says, "Come on, kid," Marv grabs my arm again, and I set down my icepack. He brings me to the bathroom, and waits outside the door for me...

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When I'm back out on the couch again, Harry enters the house. "So, how'd it go?" Marv asks Harry.

"I think it well." Harry answers. "How's the kid been behaving?"

"Fine." Marv answers. I look at Harry. I pout. I'm curious. What are they talking about?

"Hey kid, I sent your family a ransom note," Harry says, unbuttoning his coat. "They have until Saturday to hand over a thousand dollars. If not, I'll make sure you'll never see your family again."

"I thought you said I wouldn't see them again, anyway."

"Well, that depends if they give us the money or not." Harry replies, taking off his coat.

"It's Wednesday! I have to wait until Saturday to see my family again?!"

"Don't yell at me, kid!"

"Can't you make the ransom handed in sooner than that?!"

"Keep lipping, boy, and you'll never see them again." I stay quiet. Though, I decide to say, "I'm bored."

"Don't care." Harry answers.

"What do you guys usually do for entertainment?"

"Would you shut up, kid?" Harry says, heading into the kitchen.

"Marv, I'm bored."

"Don't bug me about it."

"Well, what am I supposed to do? Sit here for the next three days, dying from boredom?"

Harry enters the room with a bottle of juice in his hand and says, sounding irritated, "No, you're supposed to sit here for the next three days and shut up. Don't go bugging Marv."

"Well, Harry, there has to be something we can give him to do."

"Yeah... There is something... Come on, kid," Harry comes over to me and grabs me by my arm. Harry brings me to a room full of stuff, it seems. Some of it's pretty nice stuff. There's some TV's, VCR's, jewellery boxes, fur coats, etc... "Here's where all our stuff is kept that we last stole since we escaped from prison. We need to get it to some Pawn Shops. Now, while I take inventory, you and Marv will move it out to the van."

"What if I don't want to?" I argue back.

Harry grabs me by the collar of my sweater again. "It's either that, or get hurt again."

"Fine... I'll help..." I grumble.

"Thought so." Again, he pushes me away. "Now, make yourself useful, and start loading. You'll carry whatever Marv wants you to carry, understand?"

"Fine..."

"We'll carry out the coats first," Marv says.

"Fine." Harry says. Harry grabs a clipboard and starts taking inventory. I carry out one fur coat, while Marv caries out another. It has to lay across both my arms in order for me to carry it, because it's so heavy. "Make sure you don't drop that coat, kid!"

We make it outside. Should I even try to run? No. If Marv catches me, Harry will have it out for me... I could even wind up dead... There's a coat rack that was added to the back of the van where I was kept. "We'll hang them up here," Marv says. I nod. After we hang the coats on the coat rack, Marv grabs my arm and brings me out of the van and back into the house. We carry more coats outside. Then, after we carried the coats, we bring out the TV's and the VCR's. We set them in the back of the van. Finally, we carry the jewellery and the other small items. It's been at least two hours since we started bringing in the items. As soon as we enter the house, Harry's waiting for us. "All finished, Harry."

"Good." Harry looks down at me. "Now, what should we do with the little runt?"

"Nothing, dummy..." I say under my breath.

"What was that, shorty?!" I look up at him and gasp.

"Nothing..."

"I'll let it go, this time..."

"Well, what are we gonna do with him, Harry?"

"We'll lock him up for now. We'll figure out something later," Harry yanks on my arm, harder than how Marv's been yanking it. I actually gasp in pain. Harry pulls me back to the storage room, that's now completely empty. There is a window in the room. I stare at it. "We'll keep him in here for now."

"OK, Harry." Harry shoves me into the room.

"Stay in here and behave, kid." I only look at Harry. "Behave." he says again. Harry slams the door shut and locks it...

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To be Continued...

A/N: Thanks for reading! Review positively please! Thank you! Yay! Two chapters in one day! :D I hope this was another good chapter! ^_^ I won't be able to work on it very much the next few days, because I'm behind on my final projects before the Christmas Holidays. Though, I promise, when the Christmas Holidays enter, I'll update every day! Well, ciao!

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