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Sequel: Chapter 13: Help from a Friend

Marv's PoV:

We hear a scream and thumps. "What the hell?" Harry asks. We all get up from the table and run down the hallway. We see the bathroom door closed. Harry tries to open it, but he can't. He shouts, "Kid! Open this door!" There's no answer. "Kid?!" Harry knocks on the door. "Open this door!" Still, no answer. Harry tries to break open the door. He finally breaks it open. When we enter, we see the kid, lying on the floor, unconscious. "Son of a bitch!" Harry shouts. We run over to him.

"Kevin?! Kevin?!" I call his name. Harry and I are down on the floor with him. I lift up his head to see blood on the side. "Oh my god..." I grab one of the towels on the floor and hold it against his head. Though, the green towel starts to turn red quite fast. "He fucking cracked his head open! Harry, hold the towel to his head," I pick up Kevin from the floor, while Harry holds the bloodied towel to his head. I carry him out of the room. I tell the others in the doorway to move. I'm surprised Harry's actually helping me with Kevin...

"I'll grab the medical kit," I hear Ben say, and I nod. I carry Kevin to Ben's bedroom and lay him down on the bed.

"You'll get his damn blood all over the place!" Harry shouts.

"I don't think Ben will care this time..." I say.

"I'll make sure this little idiot gets the punishment of his life, for trying to get away..."

"You won't touch him. He's smacked his head off the floor or something,"

"Like I give a crap..."

"If you didn't give a crap, why'd you hold the towel to his head, while I carried him in here?" Harry stares at me, until he decides to leave the room, cursing to himself. I make sure the towel's still compressed against Kevin's head. Ben rushes in with the medical kit.

"Do you think he needs stitches?"

"I don't know... He's bleeding pretty bad,"

"We have to stop the blood, before we can do anything..."

"Is there a bandage in that thing?" I ask, referring to the medical kit.

"I don't know," Ben searches through the medical kit for a bandage for the kid's head. He pulls out a bandage roll. "Here's a roll," I lift up Kevin's head from the pillow, which is starting to stain with his blood, and Ben wraps the bandage around his head, securing it there. "Fucking kid..."

"Calm down, Ben,"

"Well, he's just asking for it from Harry. I'd hate to see that happen to him again..."

"Well, who told you to let Harry do that to him?"

"He needed to learn the last time,"

"Well, I think falling and splitting his head open is lesson enough, boss,"

"What do we do, if he doesn't wake up within the next half hour?" Krista asks, from the doorway. I'm surprised that one of the most vicious ones in the group asks that...

"We'll have to take him to a private doctor, then," Ben says.

"Are we giving him stitches?" she asks.

"Well, I guess so. He's bleeding," Ben answers.

"We'll have to wait until the blood dries, though,"

"I can't believe the fucking kid tried to climb out the window!" Harry says, angered, as he enters the doorway again.

"I guess that's a sign that we should keep a better eye on him," Ben says.

"Do you really need him to get the money?" I ask.

"I thought you came here to get a rake on the money, Marv?" Ben questions me.

"Harry doesn't want him slipping through his fingers. Don't worry, he's going home Christmas Eve,"

"He's been going through this pain. If we're going to get money... I don't know, I just don't like the idea of having this kid..."

"Well, like I said, if you can't handle it, you can leave," Krista says.

"Just leave him alone. How about that?"

"I want that kid to suffer, and I intend to have him suffer, Marv..."

"Harry, please..."

"W-Where am I?..."

Kevin's PoV:

"Hey, buddy. How are you feeling?" I sit up in the bed, scared.

"W-Who are you?..." I ask, scared.

"It's me, Marv, kiddo,"

"I don't know who you are..."

"Stop screwing with us, kid. You know very well who we damn are..." one of them says, who has an Italian accent... Who are these people?!

"I'm not! I don't know who you are!"

The Italian one grabs onto my arm, which makes me cry out in pain. What happened to my arm?! Why's it in a sling?! I look at him, with fear, trembling. "Don't fuck with us, kid!" He slaps me across the face. "We can cause you harm, if we wanted to!"

Tears form in my eyes, when the one with the curly hair intervenes, "Hey, hey, hey, Harry, relax... I don't think the kid remembers..." He slightly pushes the one named Harry away from me. "You can relax, bud. I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you,"

I nod, as I slide down in the bed. "W-Where am I, though?..."

"You're in New York, pal. I'm Marv, this is Harry, Ben, and Krista," he says, gesturing to the others. I didn't even notice Ben or Krista before he pointed them out, since they're in the doorway...

"Where's my Mommy?! Why am I in New York?! What do you want with me?!"

"We'll be letting you go. Don't worry, pal. We just need you for ransom money, that's all,"

"And..." Marv punches Harry in the stomach, before he has the chance to say anything else...

"What was he gonna say?"

"Nothing. Anyway, how's your head?"

"It hurts... What happened to it?..."

"You fell,"

"While..." Marv punches Harry in the stomach again. "Would you quit doing that?! Jeez..."

"Well, shut up, Harry... Anyway, would you like some headache medication?"

"You'll poison me..."

"I will not!" Marv says, seeming to be insulted.

"I'm sorry..." I hide my face with my hand, trying not to cry. I'm scared... I don't know what's going to happen to me! I don't remember anything!

"Hey, hey, hey, bud, it's OK... I'll go get you that medication, OK?"

"Go away... I don't want anything from you..."

"Hey! You'd better accept the niceness, while you can, kid!" Harry shouts at me, startling me, causing me to cry.

"See what you did, Harry?"

"Well, the kid's being a little idiot! He should accept the niceness, while he's getting it! He won't be so lucky later, when I beat him with an inch of his life again, for trying to escape!"

"Don't hurt me! Please!"

"See what you did, Harry?!"

"I'm sorry for what I did! I don't remember doing it, but I'm sorry!"

"Bullshit!"

"He clearly doesn't remember, Harry. Calm down..."

"I don't! I swear... I swear to God!" I continue crying. "Please... Don't hurt me... I want my Mom..."

Harry roughly pulls down my hand from my face and smacks me again. "I don't ever want to hear you say that again! Do you hear me?!"

I bring my trembling hand up to my face again and continue to cry. "I'm sorry..."

"Relax, Harry. Kevin, I'll be right back. Come on, Harry..." The others leave the room with Marv...

A Few Minutes Later...

Marv returns to the room with a glass of water and something else in his other hand... "What's that?" I ask.

"Pain killers. It'll help your head feel better,"

"I don't want anything from you..." I mumble, looking down at the bed.

"Buddy, like Harry said, accept kindness, while you can, OK?" I look up at him and nod my head. I take the pain killers, and Marv whispers to me, "I'll try to get you out of here, OK? That's why I'm here. I came back to help you,"

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"Do you sense trust in me?" I wait a moment before nodding. "Well, there you go,"

I hand Marv my glass of water, and he sets it on the nightstand. I lay down in the bed. "I'm tired..."

"Go to sleep. I'll be back in a bit," Marv gets up from the bed and leaves the room, closing the door behind him...

Kate's PoV:

Peter, Leslie, Frank, Rob, Georgette, and I all head down to the nearest bank to get the ransom money out. "We'll take a thousand out of our account, and Rob and Georgette can get another thousand out of theirs," Leslie says.

"It's what we want," Rob says.

"Are you sure, you guys?" I ask.

"We're very sure," Rob answers.

"The two-thousand can come out of our account," Peter says.

"Alright. I guess whatever it takes to save Kevin, right?" Right?...

To be Continued...

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A/N: Thanks for reading! You know what to do next! ;) Useless info: I did my Cooking class exam today, and my group failed epically at making apple pie and these absolutely amazing cookies, called Absolutely Sinful Chocolate Chip Cookies... -.- They were both undercooked! Grr! Sorry, I needed to rage at that...

Well, that was a good chapter, wasn't it? It'll get really, really good next chapter! Trust me! ^_^ That's when things will get interesting again! XD S Lila, update! CoverGirl, update! XD (I like being a bug...) Well, ciao for now! XD

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