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Sequel: Chapter 3: A Run-in at Times Square
Kevin's PoV:
Since Uncle Rob and Aunt Georgette don't live far from the Bus Stop, we walk down to it, waiting for the next bus to pick us up. Uncle Rob and Aunt Georgette only have one car that they share, so they can't possibly fit all of us in it. "Mom... I'm freezing..." I whine. I try to hide my face in the collar of Uncle Frank's coat. The last time I felt this way, I was running for my life in the woods...
"Aww. It's OK, honey..." Mom hugs me, trying to keep me warm. "Hopefully, down at Times Square, it'll be crowded enough to keep us warm," I hug her back, clinging to her, tightly, as I think about the time I was running for my life... I don't think I've ever been more scared in my life... Krista helped me not to be terrified and traumatized about Harry and my experience, but I can't help but think about it, sometimes... Thinking about how lucky I am to be alive... I close my eyes, trying to hold back the tears, not only from the terrible memories, but from the cold wind blowing in my face... I hide my face in Mom's coat, blocking the wind from blowing in my face.
I look from Mom's coat, when I hear the bus pull up to the Bus Stop. Uncle Rob pulls out money from his wallet, but Dad says, "Oh, Rob, you don't have to pay for the bus,"
"It's our treat that we're going to Times Square tonight. I'm paying for the bus tonight," Without any more argument, Uncle Rob boards the bus first, handing the driver the money, and all of us board on the bus. We all sit down in the seats. I swear, we take up half the bus...
Twenty Minutes Later...
The whole time I was on the bus, I've been anxious and excited. Excited, because we're going to Times Square. Anxious, because it's probably going to still be very cold down at Times Square, even with the crowds of people... I'm afraid of being cold... So afraid...
When we make it down to Times Square, all I see are bright lights, enormous TV screens, and tons of people. Everything's so colourful and bright down here, it's hurting my eyes, yet it's fascinating at the same time! Times Square has me in a trance.
After what seems like forever, we finally get off the bus. When Mom and I finally get off the bus, I skip the stairs and just jump down from the bus. She says, laughing, "Settle down, honey. We don't want you falling down, now, or getting run over by somebody. Here, take my hand," Mom lends me her hand, and I take hold of it. "Now, hold my hand the whole time, OK?" I nod. "So, where are we eating?" Mom asks Uncle Rob.
"Is there a pizza place anywhere? Kevin sure loves his pizza," Uncle Frank says. Wow... He's actually wanting to go to a pizza place for me?! Wow, I guess that talk that Mom had with him and the others really did work!
"Well, there's Bella Vita Pizzeria close by. We can go there," Uncle Rob says.
"That sounds like a fancy pizza place! Do they have cheese pizza there?"
"I think so, bud," Uncle Rob says. He can't help but chuckle.
"Well, that's where we'll go, then," Mom says, excited. I'm excited, too.
We walk throughout Times Square, heading for the pizza place... whatever it's called... I can't remember... I take in the brightly lit scenery. There's so much noise down here, too, and tons of people! There are so many cars driving through here. I bet most of them are just down here to see the beauty of Times Square. It truly is spectacular. We barely come to New York, so I barely get to see it!
If it weren't for Mom holding my hand and pretty much walking me, I probably would've wandered out into the street, already! I'm too much in a trance, that I don't notice somebody walk into me... I'm brought out of my trance, when I realize what happened. I turn around out of caution, and I see the back of someone who looks familiar. He has the same body shape, height, coat, hat... He clearly didn't notice me, but I notice him. He's here... He's in New York...
I start panicking and I stop walking. Every memory of what he did to me flashes by me... "Kevin? Kevin, honey, come on. I know it's cold, but you have to keep on going to stay warm. Plus, there's too many people to stay in one place for a lengthy time,"
"Mom... Mama, he's here..."
"Who is?"
"Harry..."
"Harry? Honey, Harry's far away from here..."
"I saw him, Mom!"
"I think it's because you're worried, honey..."
"No, Mom... I saw him... He's here..." I slump to my knees and start shaking. I never knew how afraid I would be, if I was ever confronted or even near Harry again... Now, I guess I know... I start crying... Please... don't let him ruin my trip to New York... "He held a knife against my throat... He broke my arm..." By now, I'm expecting a rude reply from Buzz, my other siblings, and Uncle Frank, such as, "Are you going to sit here like a little baby and cry?" But, they don't. By the looks of them, they seem concerned... "Mom, please... Get me out of here... I don't wanna be where he is..." Mom looks up at Dad, and he appears to be concerned.
"OK, come on, buddy," Dad picks me up and carries me. I cling onto his shoulder, tightly, tears escaping more. I don't want to be separated from him, Mom, my siblings, or the rest of my family again...
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I'm carried back to the Bus Stop in Times Square. The bus finally pulls up, and Uncle Rob pulls out his wallet again. But, Dad intervenes, by saying, "No, Rob. Let me get this one,"
"I can't let you do that..."
"Please?" Dad pulls out his wallet and hands it to Mom, so that she can get out his money, since Dad's carrying me. We all get on the bus, and Mom hands the driver the money. This time, instead of sitting with Mom, like I was before, I sit with Dad. I fall asleep, leaning on Dad...
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The next time I'm awake, I'm being carried. We're on the sidewalk. So, it wasn't a dream? I'm in New York, and I saw Harry? I'm carried back to the townhouse. Once we're inside, Mom says, "Put him to bed," Dad carries me upstairs to bed...
Kate's PoV:
Frank, Rob, Leslie, Georgette, and I gather, while Peter's putting Kevin to bed. "Is he gonna be all right?" Leslie asks, worried.
"I hope so, Leslie... The therapist did help him a lot, but he's still having issues,"
"What if that man is in New York, Kate? What do we do? Should we call the police?" Georgette asks.
"We shouldn't call the police, I don't think, Georgette. We don't know if it's actually Mr. Lime,"
"Maybe we should, just to make Kevin feel better," Leslie suggests.
"And the man gets scared and flees?" I ask.
"At least he'd be out of New York, away from Kevin," Leslie says.
"Alright. You're right. I'll call..."
Kevin's PoV:
Dad lays me down in the bed in the room my siblings and I are staying in. I'm partially awake. He pulls off my boots. I made sure I wore boots this time... I'll make sure to never wear shoes in the Winter again, not even in school... He pulls the covers up over me. He leaves my hat, mitts, and coats on. Of course, even with my hat on, my hair still gets in my eyes. He brushes my hair out of my eyes and kisses me on my forehead. "Goodnight, buddy. Love you,"
He starts to leave the room, when I speak up. "Dad?..."
"I thought you were asleep?"
"I kinda was..."
"What's up, buddy?" Dad asks, as he walks back over to my bed and sits on it.
"I'm sorry about tonight... I know you were all excited to go to Times Square..."
"It's not your fault, kiddo. It's Mr. Lime's, OK?" I shiver at that name...
"Daddy, he beat me... What if he comes back after me?"
"We'll make sure he doesn't," Dad tries to reassure me.
"Daddy, he's stalking me..." I start to cry again.
"I think you're over-worrying yourself, hon,"
"No... He's after me... He hates me..."
"Would you stop worrying? We're right here with you. I'll make sure your Mom and I call the police, OK? Would that make you feel better?" I nod. "OK. Good," Dad kisses me on my forehead again and says, "Goodnight, buddy. I'll make sure one of your brothers or sisters are up here with you soon, OK?" I nod again. He pats my leg, which is under the covers, gets up, and heads for the door.
I say, "Goodnight, Dad. Love you,"
"I love you, too, buddy," He then leaves the room, letting me fall asleep...
Kate's PoV:
"Is he OK?" I ask, worriedly, as soon as Peter arrives downstairs.
"He's really scared of Harry coming after him again... I reassured him that we'll call the police,"
"That's already been taken care of," I say.
"Really?" I nod. "OK. Good. He thinks Harry's stalking him..."
"Oh no..." Peter nods.
"He feels bad about us not enjoying our time at Times Square tonight,"
"It's all right. The rest understand. Kevin would've just been a nervous wreck the whole time. Even if we did stay, it wouldn't have been enjoyable for any of us..."
"I know," Peter then says, "I wonder if one of the kids would go up there with Kevin, just to sit up there with him..."
"I'll go see if one of them will," Peter nods. I head for the living room, where everyone is located. I ask, "Megan, Linnie, Buzz, Jeff, could one of you go upstairs and just keep an eye on Kevin?"
"I'll do it," Buzz volunteers.
"Really?" I'm surprised. "Thank you, Buzz," He nods and heads upstairs to keep an eye on Kevin...
Buzz's PoV:
I head upstairs into the room my siblings and I will be staying in. I see Kevin, fast asleep on his bed. He's curled up under the blankets. He's actually quite cute for a kid his age, which makes me smirk a bit. I stroll over to my bed and look down to him. I underestimated my little brother... He's pretty strong, that's for sure... I brush his hair out of his eyes and head over to my bed, that I'll be sharing with Jeff. I pull out my Nintendo GameBoy and play it, while Kevin's fast asleep...
A Little While Later...
Kevin's PoV:
I wake up, crying and freaking out. "Help! Somebody, help me!" Instantly, someone's over to me. Right away, I don't notice who it is... Then, I realize that it's Buzz... Buzz?!
"Hey, hey, bud, it's OK," Buzz tries to reassure me. I start heavily panting and sweating. Harry hangs onto my shoulders, still trying to reassure me, "Hey, it's OK, buddy... It's OK..." He pulls me into a hug, as I cry.
"What's going on? Is he OK?" Mom appears in the doorway.
"I think he had a nightmare, or something," Buzz answers.
She turns on the light and rushes over to my bed. Buzz lets go of me as soon as she's sitting on my bed. She holds me and asks, "Baby, did you have a nightmare, or something?" I nod. "What about?"
I hesitate, but I answer, "It was about Harry again..."
"What about Harry?..."
Enter Flashback...
"Stop it! Please! Stop it!" I keep crying out. No matter how much I try to cry out for Harry to stop, he still kicks me... He's angry, because I tried to escape again... I hold my head with my left arm, since my right arm is broken... I'm so afraid of Harry kicking my right arm...
"Why should I, huh?! When will you ever learn your place, boy?!"
"I-I'm sorry! I just wanna go back to my family!"
"That's all you say is 'sorry'! Say something else for once in your life, you stupid little brat!"
"Let me go... Please..."
He bends over, grabs onto my neck and my hair at the same time, and says, clearly angered, "You're stuck with me, you stupid little piece of crap... Get used to it..." He lets go of me, pushing me out of his grasp at the same time.
"I was having such a nice vacation! Why'd you have to ruin it?!"
"I was having such a nice time robbing houses, and you had to ruin that, didn't you?!"
"That was last year! Get over it!"
He grabs onto my still good arm and twists it. I cry out in pain. "You burned off my fucking hair! Possibly gave me a concussion from your paint cans on the staircase! You imprinted your initial on my hand! That's permanent damage, you little fucker! That shit's permanent! Should I imprint both my initials on your forehead?! Huh?! How would you like that?!" I'm crying so hard, I'm so scared and in pain. "Answer me!"
He twists my arm more, making me crying out, "No! I'm sorry!"
"Stop saying that!" He slaps me across the face. "I'll give you something to be sorry about!"
"No! Please!"
"Too late, you little shit! You've crossed me too many times, already!" Harry lets go of my arm and grabs onto my hair. He pulls me somewhere else... I start crying and screaming more. What's he going to do to me?... Help! Somebody, help me!...
Back in Reality...
I hold onto Mom, tightly. "I'd rather that other dream I had... I'd rather be dead than have to go through Harry's pain again..." I sob. She looks at Buzz. They're both concerned. "He's gonna get me, Mommy! I know he is!"
"Just remember what Krista said, they're just nightmares... Since Harry's on your conscience, you'll get these nightmares... They don't mean anything, sweetheart..."
"Mommy, I saw him tonight... He's here... He's here to get... me..."
The Next Day...
I come down the stairs, dressed. I want to try to go out again today. I'm with my family. I'll be fine. I know I will be... I head into the living room, and I see Aunt Leslie sitting, watching TV. "Morning,"
"Morning, sweetie," She smiles. "I heard about your nightmare. Are you OK, honey?" I nod. I sit down on the couch next to her.
I try to change the subject, by asking, "Where is everybody?"
"Uncle Rob's in the kitchen, and everyone else went out on an errand,"
"Where?"
"It's something for you," she answers.
I become excited. "Like what?"
"You'll have to wait and see," She smiles. I love Aunt Leslie. She's so nice to me. She always has been. She's not like how Uncle Frank was, at all.
I want to have a good day today. I don't want that encounter with Harry at Times Square and that nightmare last night to ruin my day! I can't let it bring me down! I have to fight this! I'm strong! I fought Harry before, when I was kidnapped by him, I can fight this!
My thoughts are interrupted, when there's a knock on the door. "I wonder who that could be..." Aunt Leslie gets up from the couch. Fear rises up inside me. What if that's Harry?! What if he's found me?! My nightmares will come true! He'll beat me! He'll kill me! I can't have a reenactment of that again... I shrink down in the couch, shaking with fear and breathing, heavily.
When Aunt Leslie opens the door, I hear, "Hello. Is this the residence of Rob and Georgette McCallister?..."
To be Continued...
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To be Continued: Thanks for reading! Review positively please! Thanks! :D For today's useless info: I didn't have to present my project again today! Go the teacher's daughter for getting sick! Whoohoo! ^_^ Wow... That sounds really bad... This update took longer than I thought it would!
Poor Kevin... They couldn't even enjoy their time at Times Square, because of a possible encounter with Harry... And Buzz was there to comfort him, when he had a nightmare about Harry! Aww! ^_^ Could that nightmare, along with the one he had before, mean something? Was Krista wrong? Who's that at the door? Could it be Harry? Hmm? ;) You'll find out tomorrow! :P And, S Lila 315, update! Immediately! You too, CoverGirl7210! Ciao!
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