A/N: I forgot to put "Kevin's PoV" at the first PoV last chapter! Whoops... Lol. No harm done, right? :D
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Chapter 32: To Escape, No Matter What II
Kevin's PoV:
"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. I duck and scream. I look up, and see that the bullet hit the wall, just above my head... Part of me is relieved that Harry didn't actually shoot me, but part of me just wants him to end it, already. I can't take this pain he's putting me through, anymore... I look at him with a mixture of emotions.
"I knew you weren't going to kill me..."
"I won't get the money, otherwise, kid," Harry slips the gun in his pocket again. "Though, it doesn't change the fact that I want to..."
"I understand that, but just don't hurt me, anymore... Please..."
"Well, what else am I supposed to do, when you misbehave?"
"I won't misbehave, anymore! I promise!" I lie. I'll still attempt to get away, somehow. Just not now... It's far too cold to go outside tonight.
"Yeah. You promised the past how many other times, and you still misbehave and attempt to get away!"
"And, there's always someway you catch me..."
"Hm. I also recall saying that the next time you misbehave, I'd break your other fucking arm..." Harry struts over to me. I recoil, when he's over to me. He grabs onto my other arm and releases it from the handcuffs. He forces it down to the bed and starts twisting it. "You won't be doing anything, anymore, with two disabled arms, now, will ya, kid?" He stares me, as I wince in pain. Since he's not staring down at my arm, I remember that there's a knife in my pocket. I manage to slip it out of my pocket. Harry feels my arm moving. He looks down and asks, surprised, "Hey, what do you think you're..." I manage to stab him in the leg again, before he finishes his question. "Ah! You little brat!"
I stand up in the bed and run across it, jumping off the end. Since the main door is probably locked, I head straight for the back window again. The chair's no longer there, but that doesn't stop me from climbing onto the counter and reaching for the window, which is exactly what I attempt to do. I try to get up on the counter, but Harry catches me by my waist. "No! Let me go!" Harry tries to take the knife out of my hand, but I manage bring my arm down and stab Harry in the leg again. He lets go of me, and I reach for the window, standing on the counter. I have to hold the knife in my right, just so that I can open the window with my left. I try to climb out the window, but Harry grabs my right foot. I hang onto the window sill and use my left foot to kick him in the face.
"Why, you little brat!" I don't care how bad the pain is, crying out in pain, I swing my right arm back and cut Harry above the eyebrow with the knife. Pure adrenaline is what's keeping me going right now. "You fucking idiot! I'll lock you in the closet tied to a chair, if it's the last thing I do!" I climb out the window, mostly using my left arm, but adrenaline keeping me going, using my right arm, too. It hurts to the extreme, but I need to get away. I climb out the window, bawling and screaming. I climb out the window, falling to the ground beneath. I get up and run into the bush—adrenaline keeping me going. "Kevin! Kevin, you little bastard! Where are you?!" I keep the knife in my hand, ready to use it, if necessary. I try to sob silently and not scream out in pain, because of my arm. Please God, help me! I still hear my name being called, along with several insults. I don't care how cold it is, or how hurt I am, I have to keep on going... I want to scream for help, but I don't want to call attention to Harry. I don't know where I'm going! I'm lost! Don't give up, Kevin... Don't give up... I no longer hear Harry's shouting. Something's not right... He couldn't of given up on me. He knows I could get help! I continue running, trying to reach town. We only drove for about a half hour. I'm sure I'll reach town at some point. I hear trees snapping. Harry?! I hide behind a tree, panting and crying. I hold the knife in my right hand and hold up my left hand to my mouth. Maybe if I stay quiet, he won't find me... My right arm is grabbed right where he broke it, which makes me scream. I stab him in the leg again with the knife. I hate doing this, but it is self-defence. I run away again. "Get back here, you little fuck!"
"Help! Somebody! Please!" Harry grabs onto me by my waist, which makes me fall down. He tackles me. Immediately, I switch hands with the knife, so that I can easily stab Harry again with it, easily flexing my arm. "Help!" He doesn't get off of me, though. He places his hand over my mouth again. I try biting it, but again, he doesn't release his hand from my mouth. He plucks the knife out of my hand and stabs me in the right shoulder with it. I scream again.
"How do you like that, you little son of a bitch?! Just be glad I'm not doing it over and over again, like you did with me!" I'm having trouble breathing, I'm crying so hard... He finally takes his hand off my mouth and snakes his arm around my neck. He's going to choke me! I try to reach up above me for the knife. He presses my face down to the snow-covered ground and threatens, "I'll make sure you'll be beaten so bad, you'll be paralysed! Understand?!"
"No..." I manage to breathe out. "I'm... I'm not listening to you, anymore!" His arm tightens around my neck.
"You will do what I say, or I will drive back to Chicago and murder your whole family, understand?!"
"No... No... You wouldn't... You wouldn't get the money, otherwise... Plus, you've been full of empty threats..." I begin to cough.
"I gave you every chance, kid. I haven't burned your hair off with a blowtorch, I haven't smacked you in the face with a paint can, I haven't made you step on sharp glass, I haven't made an iron fall on your face. I think I should return the favour..."
"No... No..." I squeal.
"You think you're so brave, kid..."
"I am!"
"No, you're not! You're a helpless little boy, that's overconfident!"
"I got you, didn't I?..." Harry lets go of me, but flips me over, so that he can see how pathetic and pitiful I look right now. He slips the knife in his pocket. I try to reach for it, but he pins both my arms down to the ground. "Please... Stop... I'm sorry... I truly am for last year..."
"You're just saying that, so that I let you go! Not chance, you little shit!" I realize that Harry's not completely on top of me. I take this chance and knee him in the groin, which makes him jump completely off of me. A new pain added on top of my arm now, because of my shoulder, I still manage to slide away and attempt to get up and run again. Though, Harry grabs onto my right ankle again, and I kick him away with my opposite foot. Harry's immediately off of the ground and chases after me again...
To be Continued...
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A/N: Thanks again! Of course, do what you always do! ^_^ I guess I'll give you some more useless information (it's fun! XD): My sister's boyfriend officially calls me a "Kevin kisser", because of my crush on him. Lol! XD
I think that was a pretty intense chapter, wasn't it? I ended it where I ended it, because I was having a brain fart again. :/ Share your ideas! I could possibly use them! ^_^ Poor Kevin... He's been hurt so bad... At least adrenaline kept him going! ^_^ What's going to happen next? That just may be up to you! I have a plan for the final chapter! I just need one for this next one! OK? Well, ciao!
- Termina's Hero1234