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Chapter Four – To Brazil

We arrived at the airport with one bag between us and one pair of shoes. I spotted a little clothes shop nestled into the corner and gestured for Travis to follow. He picked out a pair of trainers (most expensive pair!), some tops and underwear. We both got toothbrushes too – at last, we had the basics.

My stomach growled and I realised it had been over a day since I had actually eaten anything. Longer for Travis. I eyed his slim build and paid for the garments.

"Travis, you like pancakes?" I smiled at him, but his expression remained the same. He simply shrugged and took the bag from the sales assistant. Not a morning person?

"Travis, I mean it. Get something to eat. When was the last time you had a solid meal? Two days ago?"

"Something about your father hunting you down kind of kills your appetite."

"I don't care. Eat." I thrust a menu into his hand.

"God, Beck, I'm not child, I'm a grown man."

I snorted at his comment and his eyes darkened. He threw the menu at me and stormed away.

"Hey. Get back here. Get back here!" He didn't listen – not that I had expected him to. "Great. Just great." I muttered, standing up to go follow him.

I was mad. Beck was pissing me off something awful. What a jerk! I marched into the nearest restroom, just to get away from things. I was so involved with my own thoughts, I never noticed a guy wearing a tux saunter in behind me and hang up an 'Closed due to maintenance problems' sign on the door. I slipped into a cubicle and flicked down the toilet lid. Sinking down onto it, I held my face in my hands. I was grateful for Beck's protection, but I couldn't handle it anymore. Ever since I was a kid, I've always been alone. I never got the chance to make close friends as Billy hauled me all across the globe on business trips. God, I hated him. I looked at my hands and they were shaking. Shit. I could feel my chest tighten slightly. I tried to take a couple of deep breaths, calm myself down, but I could already feel the attack taking over me. I gasped and spoke to myself to stop panicking. It was getting pathetic. I was so concentrated on my breathing, I never heard the cool, smug voice sing my name.

My head flicked up as someone banged on my cubicle door, then I realised just how quiet it was. There were no men laughing, no teenagers shooting water at each other from the taps, no flushing of toilets. I stopped breathing altogether, praying whoever was outside would go away.

"Travis?" He thumped on the door again. It wasn't Beck, so how the hell did someone know my name? I stood up, gasping again. I couldn't handle this now. I couldn't breathe. Suddenly the door was kicked and the cheap lock sprung open. The door smacked straight into me.

"Oof." I mumbled. The man grabbed my t-shirt and dragged me out of the cubicle. He knocked my legs from underneath me and pinned me on the ground. He then spoke into his walkie talkie thing.

"I've got the kid. Yeah, uh huh. No, I never saw him. I'll need another guy to help me with," He looked at me, "him."

I just closed my eyes and tried to breathe. I told myself. In….and out. Just like being pregnant. You can do it. Red spots were appearing in my already cloudy vision. My chest hurt so much, it felt like my insides were being crushed. I couldn't yell for help, I couldn't do anything.

"Get up!" The guy ordered, but then his eyebrows knitted together. He grabbed his walkie once more. "I'm going to need help fast, Billy's kid is having some kind of attack. He can't breathe. No, he's not faking it." Then just to make sure, he shook me until my chin snapped off my chest. I had been gripping onto his suit jacket, but all the energy left me and I fell limp.

"Shit. He's not in good shape. I need back up. Now!"

I blinked a couple of times. I was in a daze. Where was Beck? How would he know I was in here? I gasped for air once more. The guy was talking to me, saying something like how he would kill me if I passed out. Oops, too bad…..

"That stupid punk." I stood with my hands on my hips in the middle of a crowded airport. I already had a kid run into me and smear his grubby little hands all over my trousers. I wasn't in a good mood. I squinted my eyes and scanned the area again. I took a double glance, but didn't that guy in a suit just go into that closed bathroom? I started to walk over and a bad feeling grew in my stomach.

I reached the door and read the sign. The feeling grew. I stole a quick glance over my shoulder and slid through the door quietly.

"…..passed out two minutes ago. He's barely breathing."

I held my breath. Oh God.

"Look, just sling him over your shoulder and we'll go straight to the exit."

I made my entrance. "I don't think so, boys."

"Mr Beck, I presume." One of them stood up and removed a gun from his jacket. We hadn't gotten passed security yet. I cursed under my breath.

"All we want right now is the kid. We'll deal with you later. So, step back outside and leave us to it."

"Alright, ok." I held up my hands and started backing away. This wasn't the response they had been expecting and in the second it took for the two guys to look at one another, I had dived forward and caught the guy with the gun round the middle, tackling him to the floor.

I punched him twice before he had hit the floor and kicked out the other guy standing over the unconscious Travis. I slammed the guy's head off the floor and he slumped back from my grasp, out cold. The other guy who had just fell recovered quickly and jumped on top of me. I grabbed his shoulder and chucked him off, sealing the move with a kick to the head. Blood slid down his face, but he too was knocked out.

Travis let out a low groan. His breathing was better. I helped him sit up slowly. He looked around, apparently confused until he realised what had happened.

"I'm sorry, I just went off, I didn't know…." He started rambling. I held up my hand to silence him and smiled as I placed his arm around my shoulders and heaved him up.

"Let's just go get this plane."

He nodded and sighed with relief as he saw the two guys unconscious on the floor.

"You saved my ass." He said.

"Again."