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Chapter 29: Almost Found? III

Kevin's PoV:

Harry finishes tying me up with more duct tape. I'm now incapable of moving my arms, legs, and mouth. He grabs me by my arm and pulls me off the bed. Before he does anything else, he squeezes my arm and threatens, "If you do anything, anything! I'm gonna break your fucking arm... Got it?" All I can do is nod. "And that's not just an empty threat this time, punk!" He throws me over his shoulder again and carries me up the stairs. Harry opens the main door. I see that he's making sure that the coast is clear. He leaves the house, closing the door and locking it. He carries me out to the van and opens the back doors. He flops me down in the back, with all the stolen items from the Atkinsons'. "Don't even attempt anything, kid... Anything! You're lucky to be alive right now! No one will know where you are, anymore, and I mean it!" All I can do is stare at Harry. "And, not only will I murder you, I'll murder your family, when I finish with you. I mean it, Kevin. No more..." I slide back away from Harry. "Yeah, you'd better be scared..." And he slams the doors shut...

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It's awfully crowded back here with all this stuff from the Atkinsons'. There isn't very many big stuff, but it's still crowded, all the same. I'm now taking every threat Harry said to me seriously. If I even try to escape, he'll slice my throat and my family's throats. There's nothing I can really do, except lay down and try to go to sleep...

Harry's PoV:

I'm leaving Oregon. I'm so fucking pissed at that damn kid! That sneaky little bastard... I'll make sure he doesn't see the light of day again... If the police find me, I'm done for... All because of that little shithead... I'm out on the highway. There's a hill that leads down a bank and a turn. When I get to the bottom of the hill, I see a police car doing ride checks. "Shit!" There's no road I can turn off to. That's it... I'm done for...

I pull up to the ride check. The cop struts over to my car and says, "Good evening, sir,"

"Good evening," I say, trying to hide my nervousness.

"Have you had anything to drink tonight, sir?"

"Nope. Just pop and water today, sir."

"Good, good. Also, may I ask you a question?"

The fear and panic rises up inside me. "Sure."

"Have you seen this boy—Kevin McCallister?" The officer holds up a picture of the kid in the back of my van.

"I'm sorry to say, I haven't, sir," I say, trying to sound truthful.

"You're sure?"

"Positive, Officer."

"Alright. Thank you. Have a good night. Drive safe,"

"You too. I hope you find that boy," That stings inside. I wish the total opposite. And, if they do find him, he'll be washed up on a beach somewhere.

"Me too. Thank you," I drive off. I sigh with relief, as I drive away. I'm shocked that they didn't search my van, since a van like this is on radar, only black. Plus, I'm sure my description is being looked out for, too. That officer was clearly young and dumb... I continue driving. I think I'll try to stay put in Washington...

Kevin's PoV:

I wake up and automatically start crying. I think my head's been left untreated for too long... It hurts so much. I don't think Harry's going to do anything about it. The best thing on his list right now is to have me floating dead in a lake somewhere... This is all my fault... I hit them with all those traps last year... I bad-mouthed Mom days ago... If I wouldn't have bad-mouthed her last year, I wouldn't have been sent to the third floor... I wouldn't have been left home alone... I wouldn't have had to of set those traps... If I didn't set those traps, Harry wouldn't hate me so much... If I would've just shut up and did what I was told, not only by Mom, but Harry, as well. I cry harder, as I believe I'll never see my Mom or the rest of my family again...

Later...

The back doors open. There's no light shining in, because it's nighttime. "Come on, kid, get up!" I manage to sit up. He grabs me by my underarms and lifts me out of the back of the van. He throws me over his shoulder again and slams the van doors shut...

To be Continued...

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Review positively please! Thank you! Well, this chapter isn't much longer than the last one, is it? Oh well. I need more ideas... Got any? Let me know, if you do, in the review! ^_^ Oh, by the way, "I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more!" Sorry, that's a great song that I'm listening to right now! OK, I'm done now. You people don't have to read this ridiculous Author's Note, anymore! Okie dokie! Ciao! Lol! ^_^

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