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A Sequel of a Sequel: Chapter 1: A New Adventure in New York

One Week Later...

Kevin's PoV:

"Are you ready to go, honey?!" I hear Mom holler up the stairs.

"Yes!" I holler back down. It's been a week, since my last appointment with Krista. I can't help but smile. I have a little crush on her... She also helped me get Harry out of my conscience, so I'm looking forward to seeing her. I've been to the doctor's since then, and they said my ankle's fine now. My sling can come off in a couple weeks, until it's down to just a cast. My head's also fine, too.

I head down the stairs, and Mom says, "Put your coat on," I put on my green coat, hats, and mitts, and we head out to the car...

In the Car...

"Kevin, I need to talk to you about something,"

"Sure, Mom. What is it?"

"Your Dad and I have been talking, and we think we should go to New York to visit your Uncle Rob and Aunt Georgette,"

"New York?" My eyes widen.

"Yes. We're thinking about heading there this weekend, and spend the whole week there for Christmas. How would you like that?"

I nod, anxiously. "I haven't seen Uncle Rob and Aunt Georgette in awhile!"

"I know you haven't, sweetie," Mom smiles. "That's why I think we should go there this year."

"What about Uncle Frank and the others?"

"I think they'll end up there, too. We'll have to call and book, you know,"

"Have you talked to the family lately?"

"Only your Uncle Rob and Aunt Georgette. Why?"

"Do they know about what happened?"

"Somewhat."

"Somewhat?"

She nods and says, "Well, I told them the basics of what happened; you were kidnapped and held for ransom. When you were saved, we had to get you to a therapist,"

"Oh."

"I'll tell them in more detail this weekend,"

"Ah, I see. OK."

"After today's appointment, do you want to keep seeing Krista?" I nod, excitedly. She laughs. "Is it only because you have a crush on her, lover boy?" They've been calling me that, ever since Dad called me it last week...

I blush and try to defend, "No! Of course not!"

"Yeah, right..." Mom slightly punches my arm. "We'll keep seeing her for however long you wish, hon, no matter what the reason," I smile. I wonder how old Krista is? She looks really young. I hope she's not dating anyone...

At the Appointment...

We finally arrive to the appointment. Mom and I walk up to the receptionist's desk, and she says, "Nine o'clock appointment for Dr. Krista Hilda,"

Again, I'm barely able to see it, the receptionist checks her computer for my appointment. "Yes. She'll be with you in a moment,"

"Thank you. Come along, honey," We sit down in the waiting room. It doesn't seem that long ago that I was here...

"What should I say to her today?"

"About your little crush on her?" she jokes. I give her a look. "Just tell her how you've been doing, since your last visit. Even I see a change in you since last week."

"How old do you think she is?"

"Ohh, I don't know, honey. Probably twenty-something?"

"I'm only nine..." I pout. "Do you think I should tell her how I feel?"

"I think she already knows, darling,"

"Really?" She nods. "Should I tell her, anyway?"

"I don't know. If you want to, I guess,"

Just then, Krista pops into the waiting room and says, "Hi, Kevin. Come on in," I smile and jump out of my seat. Mom stands up out of her seat, and we follow Krista into the same room as we were in last week. We take a seat down on the comfy couch again. "So, how have you been, bud?" she asks.

"I've been good. What you did was like magic. I'm not worried about Harry coming to get me, anymore. It doesn't mean I won't forget what happened, it still upsets me, but not to the point where I'm panicking and paranoid."

"That's good. You're quite courageous, you know. How you handled telling the imaginary Harry off last week... It was very courageous of you,"

"You think so?" I ask, slightly blushing.

"Yes,"

"What do I do, if I happen to have a nightmare about it?"

"Just remember, it's just a nightmare," Krista says. "Nightmares can be very scary, but that's all that they are: nightmares."

I think about us going to New York this weekend. "What if I see Harry again?"

"Chances are that you won't, honey... All's I know is: He won't try to come and get you again."

"We're planning on going to New York for the holidays. What if I see him there?"

"You won't. I think Harry's long since gone by now,"

"What if that long since gone is in New York?"

"You're worrying again, Kev. You just need to relax."

"How?"

"Let Harry escape your conscience again. Say this, 'He won't get me again. He's long since gone from here,'"

"Harry... He won't get me again, and he's long since gone from here..."

"Say it again," I repeat it again, and she keeps telling me to repeat it, at least five more times...

"He won't get me again, and he's long since gone from here..."

"How do you feel now?"

I start crying again. I feel like I'm letting out more emotions... I guess deep emotions... I can't believe I started worrying about Harry again... I've been fine all week! I guess this is what happens when you talk to a therapist, letting out all your emotions... I nod. "I'm sorry... I told you I was fine, but I guess I started worrying about it again, somehow, because of my fear of him being in New York..."

"I understand. He's your fear. So, being afraid that Harry "could be anywhere", you got scared like that again. And that's OK. That's what I'm here for, to help you."

"I'll be fine in New York, right?"

"Right, honey. Just fine. Plus, your family's there with you,"

"That's true."

"He won't leave our sight." Mom says. I look up and smile at Mom, when she says that.

"Don't get too protective of him, he needs to learn to do things on his own, without worrying."

"I know. I just worry for his safety."

"I know you do, and that's OK. You're his Mother, and you're supposed to worry and protect him. In this case, you need to let him do things on his own a little bit at a time."

"He won't learn to go out there alone, if I hold him too close. I understand."

"That's right. He needs to learn to stand up to his fear, much like how he did last week. Only, not so much like that, if you know what I mean..." Mom nods. "Do you think you can do that, honey—slowly doing things on your own, to get comfortable with doing things like that again?"

I nod. "I'll try to. I think I can."

"Next visit, I want to know what you've done to try and live up to your fear. Does that sound good?" I nod again. "When will you guys be back from New York?" Krista asks.

"We'll probably be back Boxing Day, or the day after." Mom answers.

"Let's see... Boxing Day is on a Thursday this year... I'm here on the Friday... How about we book the appointment for the 27th?

"That sounds perfect. How does that sound, Kev?" Mom asks me. I nod.

"OK. December 27th it is, then!" We all stand up, and Mom and Krista shake hands. Krista holds out her left hand to shake hands with me, but instead, I hug her. She can't help but chuckle.

"I love you!" I blurt out.

"Aww. Thanks, sweetie," She hugs me back.

I finally separate myself from her, and Mom says, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. See you on the 27th! Have a Merry Christmas! Have a blast in New York!"

"Thank you. We will. You have a Merry Christmas, too," Mom says. Mom takes a hold of my hand, and I wave "goodbye" to Krista, while she waves "goodbye" back to me. Then, we leave the building...

Saturday...

Mom knocks and enters my room, asking, "Honey, you ready?"

"Yeah. I just finished,"

"Good for you. I'm proud of you that you packed on your own, especially with your arm,"

"You get the hang of it, after awhile. Plus, Krista said that I need to start doing things on my own,"

"She's a very smart lady. I'm happy that she's been helping you,"

"She's very nice and just seems to help you, like magic..."

"She's also very pretty to you, right?"

"She's hot!" Mom can't help but start laughing. I start blushing.

"You're too cute..." Mom says that all the time... Every time I say something apparently "cute", she says that... I pack one last sweater, before I attempt to zip up my bag. I've been having to get used to using my left arm as my dominant arm, since my right one is temporarily out of order. This bag is one of those awkward bags that you pull the string to zip up two zippers at once. And, with all my stuff in it, it's quite hard to zip it up with one hand, which isn't your dominant hand... "Do you want some help?" I nod. She saunters over to my bed, which has my packed bag on it. She zips up the zippers for me. Usually, I could do it, but right now, it's quite hard to. Plus, I've never really done it yet, considering Mom always packed my bag for me...

"Thank you." I say.

I try to take it off my bed, but it's too heavy to lift off my bed. "Here," Mom takes my bag and says, "You'll end up dropping it on your foot, or something. Come on," Mom leads me out of my room and closes the door behind me. Everyone else is setting down their bags in front of the door. Once Mom and I are down the stairs, she sets down my bag with the others. "Is everyone ready to go?" Mom asks Dad.

"Just about," he answers.

"When is the airport van supposed to arrive again?" Mom asks.

"In about fifteen minutes," Dad answers, looking at his watch.

"That's plenty of time for everyone to get ready, right?" Dad nods. "OK, let's go see if we have everything ready for you," Mom says to me, and we then head back upstairs...

Fifteen Minutes Later...

We load up the airport van shortly after they arrive. I can barely do anything, though, because of my arm... We head out to the van and we head off to the airport... I'm actually looking forward to going to New York. I think it'll be a great adventure ahead of me...

To be Continued...

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Review positively please! Thank you! ^_^ For today's useless info: I've been bored all day today... The end.

Ohh, Kevin... Yes, you'll have a great adventure in New York... You'll see what I mean, you little cutie pie... ;) Anyway, I adore this chapter, because of Kevin's crush on Krista! Since Krista's based off me, I'd be flattered if Kevin had a crush on me! ^_^ I might have a crush on him... XD What?! He's adorable! Anyway, look forward to the next chapter! I think that's where the real fun will begin! ^_^ And, if you haven't already, review on that last chapter I made—the Mother of all chapters! I'd appreciate it! ^_^ Thanks! :D What will happen next?! :O You'll see! ^_^ Ciao!

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