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Chapter 31: To Escape, No Matter What
The intense pain takes over my arm, and I bawl my eyes out. He broke my freaking arm! "That's so you don't escape, little boy..." I'm sorry... I can't move my right arm, even if I tried... It hurts so much... I look at Harry, he clearly doesn't feel sorry for me. "Attempt any shit again, kid, and I'll break the other one! Understand?!" I frantically nod. Though, I'm not listening to anything this butthead has to say, anymore... I will escape. Tonight. I won't let him scare me, anymore... No matter what, I will get out of here... "I'm going to try and sleep now. Don't do anything stupid..." What about me?! Where am I sleeping?! "There doesn't seem like there's any place for you to sleep here. Plus, I think it'd be a lesson to you to sleep in that chair tonight..." Haven't I been punished enough?! You broke my freaking arm, for God's sake! "Well, goodnight, little buddy..." Wait, I'm hurt and in pain, here, and you're just going to leave me?! Harry stands up, pats the top of my head, and goes to bed wherever, while I sit here, to try my escape attempt...
A Little While later...
I wait for what seems like an hour to try my escape attempt. Surely, Harry's asleep by now. As tired as I am, this is my chance. My arm's screaming in pain, but I have to do this!
Since I'm fairly close to the kitchen area in this tiny worn-down house, I try to scoot my chair across the floor to that room. The chair scratches and screeches across the floor, but I don't think it woke up Harry... If it did, he's waiting to catch me in the act-to slit my throat...
I make it into the kitchen and I see a selection of only a few drawers. I start guessing which one is the Knife or utensil drawer. Something tells me that it's the middle drawer out of the only three drawers in this small kitchen.
I scoot my chair over to the middle drawer and I manage to open it. I wince in pain, because of my arm. I still can't believe Harry did that... I guess after this, I can believe anything he says now... I look behind me to see that there are a few knives located in this drawer. If this place still has utensils, someone had to have lived here at some point and just abandoned it... Either that, or it's a cottage of some sort. I manage to slip my tied hands in and pull out a knife from the drawer. I try to position it in just a way that it's able to cut the tape around my wrists.
I use my left hand, since it'd be too painful to use my right hand. I manage to cut off the tape and I slip the knife into my pants' pocket. I peel the tape off my mouth and around my ankles. I don't hesitate and I try to find a way out of this house... I don't want to have to break any windows, because that might catch Harry's attention.
I see a window above the kitchen sink and I slightly smirk. I use the chair as a stool and step on it, then step on the counter. I test the window to see if it'll open, and it does! I sigh with relief. If Harry remains asleep, I can be far enough away from him to get help!
My left arm will have to be my dominant arm for the time being, since my right arm is broken... I struggle to climb out the window, looking down at the ground. It's not that far down. This is too good to be true! Please, Harry... Stay asleep...
I plop down to the powdery ground. Tears flow out of my eyes. It's a mixture of joy, pain, and the blistering cold hitting my face. I hang onto my arm, wincing in pain, and start running for my life. Where we last were, it sounded like Harry was pumping for gas... I'll try to find that gas station, or just a public place in general. Everyone has to be looking for Kevin McCallister, which is me.
I run back into the bushes. My head hurts like heck, and I'm equally as dizzy. My arm hurts just the same, maybe even worse. My ankle hasn't been all that great, either... And I also have my black eye that aches, too. I have to keep on going. I'll only get hurt worse, if I go back there... I'm not going back there...
I'm so scared... I'm running in the woods at one or two in the morning in December... I'm only nine! I'm scared and alone... My feet are freezing! I should've put on my boots at home... Home... Chicago... If I ever get home... If I ever get home, I'll praise my family. I won't ever be a brat again... I fall down in the snow, making sure I don't land on my arm, but I immediately stand up and keep on running...
Harry's PoV:
I get out of bed. I fell asleep for awhile, but I think I should check on the kid. Plus, I'm stressed and I just want to go out for awhile. Nobody's looking for my current car, so it's safe. I get out of bed and out to the small living room. I gasp, when I see that the chair's not there! I search in the kitchen and see the chair, with duct tape on the floor around it. The window above the sink is open, too. That little bastard... I'm going to kill him! Who knows how long he's been gone for! He could get help right away! A slight smirk spreads across my face. I head out the door... I'll get him... And, when I do, he's dead... He's done for. I've had it with this kid! He's crossed me far too many times, already! I grab my keys and leave the house...
Kevin's PoV:
I start slowing down, as the snow becomes deeper. The cold's really starting to affect me... I start wheezing. I collapse to the ground again. I start crying again. Maybe I should just give up... If Harry finds me, I'm dead, anyway... If he doesn't find me, I'm dead! I can't get up... My feet are freezing! I lay down in the snow, waiting for the end to happen, either by the cold, or by Harry finding me...
Harry's PoV:
I search everywhere for the little brat. I then realize, that if he climbed out the back window, he might be in the bush... I turn the car around and head back for the house. As soon as I get there, I head for the backyard and into the bushes...
Kevin's PoV:
I lay here, frozen to death. I hear footsteps approaching... I have a feeling that it's Harry... I want to go to sleep, when I hear my name being called. I'm more alert, and I'm picked up by my underarms. I barely try to protest out of his grasp, I'm that cold... "What do you think you're doing, kid?! Huh?!"
"I... I'm sorry..." I then lose consciousness...
Later...
I wake up, and I realize that I'm now back in warmth. I'm not dead?... If I were dead, I don't think I'd be in this room... Also, if I were dead, I wouldn't be in this amount of pain still... I try to sit up, but I realize that my left arm is once again handcuffed to the headboard of the bed. The nightstand is on the opposite side of the bed that I'm laying on, but even if there were something on the nightstand I could use to get free of these handcuffs, I wouldn't be able to reach it, because of my right arm... Seriously, why hasn't Harry killed me yet?
"That should keep you there for awhile, kid," Harry's voice startles me. "That's what I should've done in the first place!"
"Are you going to kill me?..." I ask, scared.
"I might, I might not. We'll see what happens..."
"You won't, will you? You would've by now, if you were going to..."
"Don't think I won't, kid. I just might..."
"Go ahead and kill me... I don't care..."
"Are you testing me, kid?"
"Yes. I'm seeing if you have the guts to do it!"
"Alright," Harry pulls out his gun and points it at me. "You asked for it, kid. Say 'goodbye'..." I sit on the bed, waiting for him to just end it. Seconds later, Harry pulls the trigger...
To be Continued...
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A/N: Thanks for reading! Once again, you know what to do! Today's useless information: I got back from my vacation last night. I'm so disappointed. :(
Sorry I didn't update last night, I had some writer's block. Now, I think I did good. I just wrote down whatever came to mind, and I think it turned out pretty good. ^_^ Thanks to S Lila 315 for the bit of help that I used in a certain way in this chapter. :D What do you think will happen next? Well, we'll see! Ciao! ^_^
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