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Chapter 19: Not Going to California, After All? III

Kevin's PoV:

I flop down on my bed, closest to the room's door. My bickering with Harry was me trying to cover up how afraid I actually am of Harry. If I keep this up, maybe I don't have to be afraid, anymore... Will he let me go? I doubt it... I decide to start off by saying this, "It's been three days since I've had a shower. I'm going to take one, OK?" I then jump up from my bed and head for the bathroom.

Harry snatches my arm and says, clearly annoyed, "I never gave you permission to take a shower, you little idiot!"

"Well, I'm not the idiot who brought their kidnapped victim to a motel. Plus, you're not my boss..." I manage to slide my arm out of his grasp and I continue to the bathroom. I close the door and lock it before Harry manages to enter. I stroll over to the mirror and look at myself. I'm tired and clearly not feeling well. I see the bruise at the side of my head from the tire iron, and another on the opposite side from the gun. Tears form in my eyes. You can get out of this, Kevin... You can get out of this...

Kate's PoV:

"You tried to break into my house last year?!"

"Uh... Our house, Katie..." Peter points out.

"Yeah, whatever. You broke... into... our house last year?"

"Yes, ma'am. Harry and I were greedy and selfish. I'm not so much like that, anymore, but Harry for sure is. And, he won't stop, no matter what, until he's rich. And, if kidnapping, or even killing your kid will make him rich, he'll do it."

"We have to find him..." I say, worried.

"I know." Marvin says.

"What's your license plate number?"

"Umm... I think it's... 922 – R1E..." (I totally just Googled license plate numbers, and came up with that. XD) The officer writes down the license plate number, along with some other information he found out tonight.

"We'll take care of it from here, Mister and Misses McCallister. Why don't you go home to your kids?" Officer Burke says, as he stands up from the questioning table.

"There's only four to go home to..." I say, my voice drifting off at the end.

"Don't worry, Mrs. McCallister, we'll bring your son home safely."

"Please do..." Peter hangs onto me, while we leave the questioning room...

Kevin's PoV:

I exit the bathroom, drying off my hair. I have no choice but to get dressed in the same clothes I've been wearing for the passed few days, because I have nothing else to wear... But, Harry said he'll take me clothes shopping tomorrow. That's just to help disguise me, though... "I think you should keep me showered regularly. It'll look more suspicious having a dirty kid with you." I say. I sit down on my bed, continuing to dry off my hair.

"What was the point of showering tonight, just to change in your same old dirty clothes?"

"Well, I wanted a shower." I answer, simply.

"Whatever." Harry says, flipping through the channels on the TV.

"What's on?" I ask.

"Nothing for you to watch, shorty."

"But, I'm bored! I hate boring shows!"

"Shut up and stop complaining! We're watching what I wanna watch! If you don't like it, tough!"

"Don't I have a say in the matter?"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because, you're an annoying little brat that won't stop asking stupid questions!"

"Well, you didn't have to kidnap me. You could've just passed me on the street... You also could've just passed my house last year..."

"You know what, shut up, kid. As soon as I saw your house, I wanted it. Also, three days ago, if we would've let you go, you would've blabbed to the police!"

"First off, don't tell me to shut up, when you know I'm right. Secondly, there are bigger houses in the neighbourhood and other neighbourhoods. Thirdly, if you knew I was there, why would you continue to try and rob my house, especially with all the traps I laid? And, lastly, I wouldn't have blabbed to the police."

"Say one more thing, kid, and I swear, I'll take you to an isolated area and shoot you!"

I groan and lay down. I turn over, so that I don't have to face Harry. I eventually drift off to sleep to the sounds of the TV...

A Few Hours Later...

I wake up and try to sit up. I can barely sit up, because I notice there's a handcuff keeping my right arm attached to the headboard of the bed. It's dark in here. I manage to look over, and I see Harry asleep on the other bed. I try to uncuff my arm from the bed, but these handcuffs are impossible to get off. Harry must have used some sort of key or something to lock these... I try to look over to the nightstand beside my bed to see if I can use anything to free myself from these handcuffs. I pat around with my free hand on the nightstand, and I manage to find a conveniently placed pin on it. I take the pin and manage to free myself from these handcuffs. I slip the pin into my pocket.

I quickly tiptoe over to the door and try to open it. I find that I can't, so I unlock it. Again, I can't unlock it... I look up. Of course... There's a bolt across the top of the door... Why wouldn't there be?... I quickly and quietly tiptoe over to my bed and pull off all the pillows and stack them in front of the door. I slowly stand on top of them and I manage to unbolt the door. I get down from the stacked pillows and push them away with my foot. I open the door and exit the room...

To be Continued...

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Review positively please! Thank you! I just had chocolate! I also watched Into the Woods in my favourite place! I actually enjoyed it. ^_^ My random info for you today! Whoa! Kevin managed to escape! What will happen next?! :O You'll see! Ciao!

- Termina's Hero1234