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Sequel: Chapter 10: Trying to Escape Punishment

Kevin's PoV:

We make it back to the house, and I'm panicking. "No... Please... I'll go to bed without supper, but please, don't let him hurt me! He'll kill me!"

"Good. Maybe it'll teach you a fucking lesson!" We pull into the driveway, and I try to pull my hand out of the ring of the handcuffs, desperate to get away, before I'm tortured by Harry. Again... "Stop it!" Ben smacks the side of my head. I give up and slide down in my seat and bawl more. Ben releases me, but before I can even attempt to get away, he grabs a hold of me by my waist. I try fighting him, prying his hands off me. Once he gets me out the car, he partly carries me and drags me by my waist, as I continue to fight him. "Kevin! Enough!"

"You don't know what it's like to be beaten by him! Please don't do this! You helped me! More than once! You can be nice to me! You can help me again!"

"I've tried to help you, kid! But, you needed to help yourself!"

"That's what I tried to do!"

"And I don't mean in that way!"

"Please... Please... Please..." I panic, as I'm pulled into the house...

We enter the house, and Ben shouts, "Harry! Harry! Get in here!"

"What?!" he enters the room, obviously angered that his name had been even called.

"You need to teach this little brat a lesson!"

"What'd the little fucker do?!"

"He tried to escape! What else?! I want you to do something about it," I look up, only to see Ben smirking.

"Ben..." I say one last time. Harry storms over to me, but I manage to kick Ben in the shin and I run for the back bedroom, slamming the door shut. I hear, "Kevin!" I can't find a lock on the door, so immediately, I head for the window in the room. With my only good hand, I try to open the window. It's hard with only one hand, so I lean right up against the window and try to open it, using both hands. It doesn't work... I panic even more, when I hear footsteps hurry closer to the door. I can't do anything else but crawl underneath the bed. I've done this before... I've hidden from Harry under the bed... From Marv, too... Why can't Marv be here to save me?... I thought Ben as like Marv... I guess I was wrong...

The door opens, and I hear, "Kid, where the hell are you?!" It's Harry... I try to hold back my tears and whimpering... "Ben, look in the closet,"

"I was planning on it, Harry. Don't order me around," I curl up in my coat, when I hear, "He's not in there," I'm shaking. "Kid, you might as well come out. We're going to find you eventually."

"Come here, little boy... Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

"We know you're in here somewhere..."

Suddenly, the bed skirt is lifted up, and I see Harry. I become filled with fear... "There you are, you little jerk..." My left shoulder is grabbed and I'm pulled out from underneath the bed. I'm too scared, that I don't even scream. I only gasp. It isn't until I'm lifted up from the floor, when I'm held by my waist, that I start to freak out again... I kick Harry, but he seems to be unaffected. Ben grabs my chin and starts shaking me. "Knock it off, kid! It's going to happen, whether you like it, or not!"

"No... I'm sorry... I won't try to escape again..." I'm shaking still. I feel so small, even against Ben...

He looks at me. Is he pitying me? What's he thinking? "Take him out to the living room. Do whatever you want with him..."

Marv's PoV:

"What's your plan?"

"The plan is for you to contact Ben again, telling him that you're back on his team,"

"I can't do that..."

"Why not?"

"If I do, that little boy could die..."

"How so? He won't know that you're working with us, until long after you bring Kevin to the safety of the New York Police Station,"

"I'll do my very best... When do we leave?..."

Kevin's PoV:

Harry partly drags and carries me outside of the bedroom and out to the living room. I'm trying to fight out of his grasp, crying and screaming, "Ben! Help me! Don't let him do this!" He just follows with that eerily disturbing smirk... A soon as we're out to the living room, Harry smacks me over the head with his gun, which makes me collapse to the floor. I hold my head in pain. Haven't I been hit over the head enough?! I continue to cry, while Harry decides to kick me. "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... 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 recall a dream like this...

"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. I never knew what happened beyond this point in my dream... What's he going to do to me?... Help! Somebody, help me!...

Marv's PoV:

We start driving to New York. I'm in the back of the police cruiser. "Do you want to call now?"

"Wouldn't he find it suspicious that I'm out of jail?"

"Just say that you managed to escape, OK?"

"Alright, then," Officer James Pickens hands me his phone. "Wouldn't Ben recognize this as a police number?"

"It's my own phone. He won't know the difference,"

"OK," I take Officer Pickens' phone and dial Ben's number...

Kevin's PoV:

As I'm being dragged off, I hear a phone ring... Ben answers it, but he covers the phone and says, "Keep him quiet," Harry continues to drag me into the new room. It appears to be another bedroom...

He slams the door, once he lets go of me. I cower away in the corner. "Leave me alone! I'm sorry!" I hide my face with my left arm.

"When will you ever learn not to mess with us, boy?!"

"I've learned my lesson! Please!" I weep.

"Obviously not! You keep rebelling against us! Why do you keep rebelling against us?! Huh?!"

"You know why!"

"You also thought Ben wouldn't hurt you ever, huh?! Well, he does have a mean streak, you know?!"

"Obviously!"

"Don't get snarky with me, brat!"

"I'm just answering your stupid questions!"

Harry then is over to me in an instant and grabs my hair, forcing me to look up at him. "Do you really think Ben will let you go Tuesday? Hm?"

"Of course he will! Even with his mean streak, he's a whole lot nicer than you!"

Harry punches me in the face. "Knock it off with your lipping, or else I'll tape your mouth shut!" I don't say anything in return. My face hurts too much... I'm holding where he punched it. He grabs my broken arm, and I scream. It didn't hurt too much, but I screamed out of fear of him hurting it further... "Do you want me to break this arm further, huh? Is that what you want?" Harry asks, through gritted teeth, but in his soft, calm, yet angered tone.

"Please... I don't want you hurting me again..."

He slaps me and says, "I don't think I'll listen to you... If you would've only behaved, you wouldn't be in this mess..."

"I'm sorry... I should've listened..." He punches me again.

"Stop saying that! It's annoying!" he hisses.

"It's annoying, being constantly beaten and being reminded about last year!" I try to pull his hand off my right arm. "L-Let go!"

"I don't think I will... I could easily break it again..."

"Don't! Please!" I finally scream out, more desperate to pry his hand off my arm than ever. He still has a hold of my arm, when he grabs a hold of my neck again. Now, I try to pry his hand off my neck. "Or, I could just break your fucking neck, instead..."

"I... I-I-I'll do anything you want... Please... Don't..." I'm gasping for my breath. Though, he finally lets go and punches me in the stomach. I cry again, holding my stomach in pain.

"You're weak against me... You're weak against us..."

"I'm not weak!"

"We'll break you... You're already starting to break... You think you're so smart and brave... But, everything you say and do proves just the opposite..." Harry's fist makes contact with my face again. Then, he grabs onto my left hand and says, in the same tone that he had back when he and Marv first caught me last year, "Now, I'm going to break every one of these little fingers... One by one..." He takes a hold of my pinky finger and starts to bend it backwards. I cringe and cry more, when Ben interrupts us, walking into the bedroom.

"Harry,"

"What?!" Harry turns around, facing Ben.

He hands the phone out to Harry and says, "Someone's on the phone for you..."

To be Continued...

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Of course, do the usual! ^_^ Today's useless info: I studied today, so I'm able to update this tonight!

It will get intense again next chapter! ;) I find Harry to be acting more like how he is in other movies, and Marv how he is in other movies. That's what S Lila said, anyway. ;) I think I have this all planned out. Heheh. ;) Poor Kevi... Got beaten... That dream did mean something, after all. ;) Well, what will happen next? ;) Feel free to share your ideas! Ciao for now!

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