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Chapter 27: Almost Found?

Kevin's PoV:

"Say it. Say, 'I wanna go home to my family...'"

"I... I wanna go home to my family..."

Harry punches me in the face, right in my right eye. I collapse to the floor. I cry out in pain. "I told you, I never want to hear that from you again!" He grabs onto my left ankle and threatens, "Should I twist this, huh? I didn't do it earlier. So, I think I can now, can I?"

"No! Please! I'm sorry!"

"That's all you say! 'I'm sorry'! Well, maybe I won't accept those apologies this time!"

"Please... I'm sorry..." I say, pitifully. I hide my face again.

I sigh with relief, when Harry lets go of my ankle, but grabs onto my right one, instead. He twists it and says, "How would you like two damaged ankles, huh? It'll keep ya from running!"

"L-Let go!" I cry. "I won't try to escape again, I promise! I won't talk about my family again, I promise!"

"You've been saying you won't do these things! You've already signalled for help today! And now, you're complaining about missing your parents!"

"I didn't signal for help!"

"Yes, you did! Through the drive-thru!"

"I didn't!"

"Keep lying, and I'll break it!" His grip tightens around my ankle.

"I... I didn't mean to..."

"Have you ever heard of peripheral vision?"

"I don't know! Let go!"

"No! Let me finish! Peripheral vision means that you can see out the corner of your eye. I saw you signalling for help today!" I keep sobbing into my mittens.

"Please... It hurts..."

"I don't care!" He lets go of me and smacks the back of my head. "You think you're pretty freaking clever, kid. You really do. I have to applaud you. Every police officer here in Oregon is looking for you, and guess what, with your behaviour, we'll have to leave now. I was hoping we'd stay here for awhile," We're in... Oregon?...

"Well, it's not my fault you brought me out in public..." I say, muffled, because my face is still buried in my mittens.

"What?!"

Harry pulls my hands away from my face, and I have no choice but to look at him now. But, I repeat what I say, "I said, 'It's not my fault you brought me out in public...'" He slaps me across the face.

I hide behind my mittens again, and he says, in the scariest tone I've heard from, "Now, get downstairs in that basement before I slit everyone you love's throats in their sleep, while making you watch. Go!" He startles me, making me stand up from the floor and hobble over to the basement door. I open the basement door and turn the light on. I start to head down the stairs, when I hear Harry say, "Close the door," I pull the door closed behind me and continue down the stairs...

Harry's PoV:

I watch the news, while the little brat's downstairs. It takes everything I've got not to kill him... A lady from the Oregon News says, "The police have reported a woman turning a note into the Police Station. The note stated that the boy was nine-year-old Kevin McCallister, who had been kidnapped by Harold Lime and Marvin Merchants four days ago. Marvin Merchants is currently in custody, but Harold Lime still has the boy, possibly around Oregon somewhere. The note was left in Andrew and Arlene Atkinson's robbed house. Harold Lime is known for his thefts, along with Marvin Merchants. The note states that it was Harold Lime that robbed Mister and Misses Atkinson's house, who forced the little boy to help..." I turn off the TV and widen my eyes. I then narrow them and stare at the basement door. "That smart little bastard..."

To be Continued...

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