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Chapter Two – The Past and the Present

I woke up a couple of hours after my collapse and groaned, feeling an aching pain in my head. I could smell something cooking downstairs and my stomach growled in protest.

"I'll feed you later." I promised, patting my stomach. I rolled on my side and stood up from the bed, the room spinning for a second. I ran my hand down my face and felt the stubbly hairs of my short beard. Glancing towards the en-suite, I quickly decided to shave and freshen up. I froze in mid-step. Hang on. How the hell did I get in here? Rewind. We pulled into Beck's house, went to the bathroom……Billy. Holy shit, I took a panic attack! I must have fainted! How did I get on the bed? Not unless….Beck? He moved me? I stood, lost in thought. I would have expected him to throw water over me and haul me up, but he had removed my shoes and laid me on the bed. Wow. I smiled, maybe he wasn't so thick-skinned after all.

"More salt." I stated, sipping my homemade soup delicately and stirring it gently. I had changed into a clean white shirt and black trousers. I could hear movement upstairs and the low mumble from Travis talking to himself. I finished off cooking and wiped my hands on my trousers, making my way upstairs.

"Looking good Travis. No one can resist this charming…."

"Travis?" I raise an eyebrow, staring at the kid smirking at his reflection.

"Beck." He whirled around and looked sheepish. He had shaved and now his features looked even younger and made him seem more vulnerable somehow. There came that protective feeling again, damn it!

"You've still got shaving cream on your jaw." I pointed out. He laughed and wiped at his face, removing the foam and then smearing the excess all over the side of the sink.

"Hey! Don't do that!" I complained. He started rubbing it all over the sink, smirking. I stepped closer to him, closing the gap between us in a millisecond. I threw back my fist and punched that annoying grin off his clean-shaven face.

"Oww! Why you always got to hit me?" He cried, holding his nose.

I snorted and grabbed his forearm, dragging him out of the bathroom.

"A couple of hours ago I found you on the bathroom floor barely breathing. Why?"

"Nothing like getting straight to the point."

"Tell me what happened."

He made a move to get past me, but I used my six foot two inch frame to block him.

"Let me passed."

"Not until you tell me what happened."

"Why the hell should I have to!" He yelled, getting angry. He barrelled into me, but I didn't even flinch.

"Beck, I mean it."

I grabbed his upper arms and pushed him hard so he stumbled back and fell on the bed. I towered over him.

"Tell me why you got yourself in such a state?"

"I don't even know you that well, man."

"Right now I'm hiding your butt from your father, so I want to know if you're going to pull a stunt like this in the near future. We're on the run in case you've forgotten and we should have been at an airport hours ago!"

"Well, I'm sorry!" He roared back. He jumped up, his jaw clenched. "I'm not explaining myself to you."

I pushed him back down on the bed. He landed on his back, but just lay there. I could see him counting to ten, keeping calm. It didn't last long.

Leaping to his feet, he threw a punch. I dodged it easily and caught his leg as it swung at me. He punched at me again and I caught his wrist in an iron grip, twisting it round and up his back. He yelped and started to struggle.

"You made this hard for yourself. Didn't you learn? No breaks. My way or," I twisted his arm a little, "The high way."

"Ok." He gasped. He dropped his head. "Ok, you win." I loosened my grip, but held onto his wrist.

"It was my dad. Billy." He looked up at me with sad eyes. "It's lame. I just….Look, I haven't seen him in a long time and I guess it was just a shock to the system."

"But you fainted. It was more than a shock, I know Billy is…" I didn't want to say 'scary'. "Tough, but you were hardly breathing."

He shrugged and looked at his socks.

"What happened between the two of you?"

He shook his head quickly and shrugged away from me.

"No Beck. It's personal."

I decided to let it drop. I reached out to touch his shoulder and then I thought better of it.

"Look, I'm…." But before I could say another word we were blown to the other side of the room as a large explosion went off. Travis and I thudded off the wall and landed on the floor, hard.

"Oww." Travis moaned. I looked up from the carpet and blinked. I had one less wall in my house.

"There! Upstairs! Get the boy!" Yelled a voice from the kitchen.

"Travis, move!" I scrambled to my feet and grabbed Travis, running into my bedroom. Bullets tore across the wall.

"Get down." I bellowed hitting the floor. Travis covered his ears. For the few seconds the bullets stopped, Travis and I dived out the window onto the porch roof. Unfortunately it was sloped and we both slid down, Travis screaming until we landed on the hard ground below.

"Oh man." Travis groaned. I helped him up as the bullets flew passed us.

"Hurry!" I yelled. We reached the car and thankfully I had left spare keys in the sun visor. I started the engine as four men leaped onto the car.

"Drive! Drive!"

"I'm trying!" I argued back, speed reversing out of the drive-way.

One of the guys slipped off, but another used his gun to smash the passenger window. Before I knew it, Travis was half out the window, kicking his legs trying to get free. His sock caught me on the nose and I felt my vision go blurry. Not a good idea when you're driving a car. It skidded out of control, two guys eventually flying off and rolling back down the road.

There was still one guy trying to grab Travis out of the car. Blood streamed down my face from my nose as I grabbed the back of Travis' jeans yanking him back in the car. He landed on top of me and used this position to kick the armed man on the head. He fell to the road.

Travis pulled himself up, breathing hard.

"Good God." He exclaimed.

"That's going to be the least of our problems."

He looked at me, wide-eyed. There was nothing I could say to calm his anxiety. The truth was this was only the beginning.