I knotted my fingers together. I carried the coffee over from my desk and brought it in the kitchen.

"Travis." Beck said, standing up. "You okay?"

I shook my head no and placed the dish in the sink. My heart felt so swollen. My eyes were, too.

"Didn't think so." He said softly.

I sat down on one of Beck's chairs.

"You want to talk about it?" He asked, moving to a chair next to mine.

"No." I said sharply.

"Fine." He said understandingly. "But if you do,"

"I don't want to talk about it." I said louder. "Please."

"I understand."

You don't understand shit. I thought.

Beck sighed. "You want something to eat?"

"Yeah." I mumbled back. My stomach felt sick. But it would get him off my back.

"Eggs?"

"Sure." I mumbled again. I ran my fingers through my hair.

Beck walked over to the other side of the counter. He flipped on the stove and expertly cracked an egg in his pan with only one hand. "You gonna tell me whats goin' on, Travis?" He asked.

"Stupid thoughts are running through my head!" I said a little loud. Beck looked over the counter. I held my head. "I cant stop thinking about her!"

"Mariana?" He asked quietly.

"No!" I burst. I felt the salty warm water gather around my arms. "Elizabeth." My voice broke and I started crying on the table. "Elizabeth."

Beck placed the pan on the counter and flicked off the stove.

"Travis." He whispered.

"I dream about her." I whisper. "I dream that… I dream that she stayed with me." I let out a sob. "She was at my home… with my father. She was the only girl who made my daddy proud. Did you know that?" I looked up with tear streaked eyes. "He never told me she was married. I was… I found that out…" I sobbed again.

"You really loved her, didn't you?" He whispered.

"Yeah, I did, Beck." I cried. "I loved her like you… like you loved Amanda."

Beck let a tear slide down his own cheek. But then he wiped away his face and walked behind his counter.

"Travis." He said again. "I know you're upset."

"She promised… she promised she wouldn't leave me."

"Travis,"

"What?" I yelled. "What do you want?"

"You don't love Mariana, do you?"

And then I stopped.

Did I love Mariana?

I had to.

I had to love her. Otherwise I wouldn't feel that way around her.

"Love isn't something that makes your pants grow." I looked up strangely. "Love isn't something you can find in a magazine, Travis. You cant just get love. Why do you think they call it making love?"

I sat up. "Shut up." I said tonelessly.

"You don't love her." He said. "You have lust, Travis. You lust for Mariana. You don't love her. You took your love from Elizabeth and tried to spare it on someone else."

"I said shut the hell up!!" I yelled, pounding my hand on the table.

"How can you love two different people, Travis? How can you give your heart away twice?"

"I swear if you don't shut your fucking mouth-"

"Fine!" He yelled over me. "Get angry. But you're going to have to face the music sometime, Travis. You love one. You love Elizabeth."

And then I couldn't take it anymore. I picked up the frying pan he was using to cook my breakfast and threw it at his face.

He yelled in pain, cursing, and holding his cheek.

Damn. I was hoping to hit him in the nose.

I bolted out of my chair and sprinted for the door.

"Travis!" Beck yelled after me. "Travis!!"

I looked one last time at the place I called my home. Then I swung open the door, and flew out of there without even shutting the door.

-

"Elizabeth." I whispered after her.

"Travis." She says back. "I need to talk to you."

"I'm sorry I'm late." I kiss her, but she pulls away.

"No"

"I thought that your husband was away."

"He is."

I lean back in to kiss her again, but she pulls away again.

"Elizabeth, what's wrong?" I whisper.

Her eyes are red. It looks like she was crying for a long time.

"Travis, I'm pregn-"

The sun woke me up.

I sat up and looked through the branches of a tree.

Sleeping under a tree was something I had learned to love. I had to do it for a long time, running from my father.

But compared to Beck, my father was harmless. And both of them were after me now.

"Have you seen this man?" I heard a familiar voice ask the gas station guy. "His names Travis Walker. 23 years old."

I looked around, alarmed. I would have to make a run for it.

I moved around to the edge of the tree. I looked around, left, right, then sprinted as fast as I could to the forest nearby.

"Shit." I heard Beck whisper, dropping the picture. It seemed to echo through my ears. Then Becks heavy foot prints chasing after me.

I sprinted faster. "Get away from me!!" I yelled. But Beck sped up too, and he was right on my heels.

"You stubborn son of a bitch!"

I felt a stab of pain in my side. Cramps.

I yelled a bit, from the pain. "Get away from me!!" I yelled again. "Get away!" I swung my hand around, only then to realized how close he was. I smacked him right in the face.

I turned back briefly. "Sorry Beck." I whispered. And then I sprinted for the forest.

"What are you doing?!?" I heard Beck yell in the distance. "Where are you going from this?!?!"

"I don't know!!" I yelled back honestly.

Because, I really, really, didn't know.