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Chapter 17: Not Going to California, After All?

Kevin's PoV:

I wake up again. Harry says, "You're awake. Good. We're almost to our stop,"

"Where's our stop?"

"I'm not gonna tell you where we are." I have a nervous and nauseated stomach. Where are we, and where are we stopping at?

"I wanna know."

"Don't push it, kid."

"Could you at least take this sack off my head? It's kinda annoying..."

"No. I don't want you to know where you are or where you're going."

I pout. "Well, I wanna know."

"It's not about what you want, kid."

"Yes, it is. It's my life."

"Don't care, kid. If you wouldn't have hurt us last year, you would've just been another kid we passed on the street a few days ago."

"It's not my fault you broke into my house."

"Zip it, kid, or else I'll tie you to the roof of my van."

"Well, that wouldn't be very smart, because people would see me."

"Or, I could just shoot you in your yap and drown you in the nearest lake. Would you like that?"

"No, but I thought this wasn't about what I want."

"Just. Shut. Up. Kid..."

We drive a bit longer, until we pull into somewhere. Harry sits me up and pulls the sack off my head. The light kind of hurts my eyes. He unties me and pulls me out of the van. We seem to be in a parking lot. There's a somewhat small building, that appears to be a motel. Harry has a hold of my arm, and I ask, "Where are we?"

"Like I said, I'm not telling you." Harry opens the back of the van and says, "Get that bag,"

"Get it yourself." I sass back.

He grabs the back of my neck and says, warningly, "Get it. Now." I nod, and he pushes me into the back of the van. I climb in and grab the plastic bag. I climb back out and hand him the bag. "You're carrying it in,"

"Why should I?" Harry reaches into his pocket and brings out a bullet, and I say, "Alright! Alright! I'll bring it in!"

"Thought so," Harry grabs onto my arm and pulls me back to the front of the van. He opens the passenger door again and pulls out my Winter hat. "Here, put this on, and make sure it covers those bruises on your head." I place my hat on my head, and Harry grabs onto my arm, pulling me to the motel.

"Why are we stopping here?"

"We need a place to stay for the night, where I can't get away with killing you." I make a weird facial expression when he says that. We head inside the motel...

Kate's PoV:

"You looked everywhere for them?!"

"Yes, ma'am. We can't find the white van anywhere."

I cling onto my coat and say, "What if they kill him?"

"We'll try our best to find them, before that happens, if that even happens."

Another police officer pops into the Police Station and says, "Officer Pickens, Mrs. McCallister, Mr. McCallister, we've found one of your son's kidnappers." My eyes widen.

"Where?!"

"He was in a general store in Indianapolis. He's down here now."

"Well, take me to him!"

"Of course. Come along, ma'am," Peter and I follow the other police officer, Officer David Burke, out of the room...

Kevin's PoV:

We're inside the motel, and the clerk at the desk says, "Welcome. Would you two like a room?"

"Yes, please." Harry answers.

"Would you two be sharing a room this evening?" I so badly want to shake my head "no", but I don't want Harry getting mad at me.

"Yes, ma'am." Harry answers again.

"How many nights will you be staying for, sir?"

"Just tonight, please."

"Alright. It's $20.00 for one night," The lady, named Mindie, pulls out a key and says, "Your room's down the hall on the right. Last room, room 10."

"OK. Thank you, ma'am. Come along, son," Harry grabs my hand and walks me over to the stairs. I look back at the lady, desperately. She just looks at me, strangely. I mouth the word "help" and "phone 911". She nods, and Harry continues to walk me upstairs.

As soon as we're inside our room, Harry orders me to take off my coat and hat. He grabs onto the back of my sweater by my collar. He brings the plastic bag into the bathroom with us and closes the door. He sets the bag on the counter and pulls out the box of hair dye. "What are you doing with that?" I ask.

"I'm going to make sure you don't stand out. They're looking for a 4'5" blonde kid. If I take away at least one of those features, it won't look so suspicious. I'll have to get you some new clothes tomorrow."

"I like my hair." I say, plainly.

He grabs the front of my sweater by the collar and says, through gritted teeth, "I don't care what you like. Your hair's getting dyed. Just be glad I'm not burning it off, like you did mine, and shut up." Harry forces me down to the floor and starts running the water in the bathtub. He switches it, so that the shower runs, instead of the tap, and he starts wetting my hair, not caring that he's getting my sweater all wet. He starts coating my hair in the brown hair dye. He soon finishes and makes me dry off my hair. I look in the mirror. At least it's not terrible, and that it sort of matches the way I look. I miss my blonde hair, though... All of a sudden, there's a knock on the door... "Shit..." Harry whispers.

To be Continued...

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Review positively please! Thank you! Yes, I updated on Christmas. I'm not doing anything after the dinner we had, so I thought I'd update, then finish watching Jacob's Ladder later, with MacAulay Culkin in it (that kid's so cute XD)! Well, ciao! And Merry Christmas or whatever holiday you celebrate, peoples! :P

- Termina's Hero1234