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Chapter Three – The Hideout

"Take that!" Travis mumbled, shifting in the car seat. He was fast asleep, but to Beck's dismay he was still talking. They had been driving for four hours, trying to cover enough distance so they could pull over and be safe for the night. It was already eleven o'clock and Beck yawned loudly. Getting chased was tiring. The man noticed a sign advertising a motel, shrugging and concluding this was probably the best option, he switched lanes on the highway.

"Hee Ya!"

"Travis!" Beck shook the younger man's shoulder. Travis chin bounced off his collar bone and he woke with a yelp.

"Thunder! Lightning!" Travis grumbled, rubbing his eyes. Beck rolled his eyes.

"Wake up. We're pulling into a motel."

"Where are we?"

The older man shrugged. Travis shook his head trying to wake up and reached for the radio.

"Don't even think about it"

"Wasn't gonna'."

Travis and I pulled into the motel ten minutes later. We checked into a room with two single beds. I remembered I had a bag of clothes and toiletries in the back of my car which I had packed for my trip to Brazil. I lent Travis some fresh clothes. Sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. He still had no shoes.

I sat on the edge of my bed sipping iced tea with lemon when the bathroom door swung open. I wish to god I hadn't just taken a sip because the tea sprayed from my lips as laughter followed. There stood Travis, my t-shirt drowning his smaller build. The sleeves reached his elbows and the trousers bundled round his bare feet.

"Cute." I gasped amongst my giggles.

"Shut up."

"What did you say?" I frowned.

"Oh, nothing." He started to move towards his bed, then stopped, grabbed the waistband of his trousers and hitched them up.

I started laughing again and doubled over when Travis glared at me and shuffled to his bed. He lay on top of the covers, two arms flung above his head.

"Where we going to go, man?" He sounded tired.

"Europe? Italy? Portugal? Who knows?"

"Europe! What the hell are we going to do when we get there?" He ran his hands over his hair and down his face.

"I don't know Travis. We can't stay here. Billy's made sure of that."

"This is so screwed. You should have just left me back there."

"Yeah right."

"I'm serious, Beck. You know what my dad's like; he's not going to stop till he gets us both."

"I've told you before; your father wouldn't kill you."

"Yeah? What was all that about back at your house then?"

"If they'd wanted to shoot us they would have. That was just to scare. Let us know that Billy is not happy."

"Is he ever?"

I laughed and stood up. "Having you as a son. No wonder."

Travis sat up, his mouth open with his comeback, but I tossed a pillow in his face.

"Go to sleep, Travis."

"Okay."

I tugged off my t-shirt I had changed into and pulled back the sheets of my bed. I slipped under them and lay looking at the ceiling.

"Beck?" The silence was broken.

I sighed, "Yes Travis?"

"Good night."

I smiled and shut my eyes.

"Good night."

I woke up when my alarm bleeped softly in my ear. I was always a light sleeper. The time was five thirty am. The sunlight streamed in the gap in the blinds and dust particles danced around the room. I looked over at Travis who was lying on his front, his mutterings muffled into the pillows. This was not going to be easy waking him up.

I was brutally and savagely awoken from my dream by first a slap of cold air and then secondly a slap from Beck's hand. The stupid great lump ripped the bed covers from around me and then when I made no attempt at any sort of movement, he slapped me over the head.

"Travis!" He was always yelling. Why the hell does he have to make so much goddam noise? Pain. Major pain. Shit. I didn't realise I just said that out loud and I can already feel the shiny red bruise appearing where Beck punched me. I gave a last groan before the crazy old guy grabbed the fabric of my (or his rather) t-shirt and hauled me up with no regard for the fact that I was still half asleep.

He pulled me up and I had to grab my trousers before they slipped right off. Fatso! I glared at him as I tangled in his grasp. I was on my knees and he held me by the beck of my t-shirt and I was swaying back and forth as he yelled in my ear.

You know what he reminds me of? One of those big gorillas. The big dim, slow ones. The just eat, sleep and pick their noses all day. Pain again. Oww! Did I just say that out loud too! I need to get control of my mouth.

"Hurry up and get changed. I've decided where we're going. Brazil."

My jaw dropped open. "Brazil? Again?"

"Looks like we're going to pay Mariana a little visit." He said simply. Before I could say another word he let go of me and I fell face-down into the pile of pillows.