Hey hey. Thank you guys for reviewing. It makes me happy. XD I'm really busy this month with work and school. Grr! I'll try update as much as possible. Thanks for waiting around for me and you are all very patient. I'm on a sugar high here and I've to write a dark, depressing chapter…..Here goes….Oh! I forgot to say, I'm gonna like indicate more clearly when I switch to a different character, just to make it easier to read! Hope you like it!

Chapter Eleven – Bullet Holes and Tears

Beck

A shudder rippled through my body and the hairs on my arms stood to attention. The gun in my hand began to shake slightly.

"Beck, Beck. Just dropping in to say hello were we?" Billy seethed. My jaw clenched. Travis moaned and shifted on my shoulder.

"There's my boy. Rise and shine, sunshine." Four men moved from Billy's side. Two of them grabbed Travis off me and held him up between them, the other two stood silently beside me.

"Hand it over." Billy ordered. I waited a second, trying to work out any sort of plan, but then one of the men punched Travis in the stomach. He cried out in pain.

"Hey!" I yelled. I turned around to glare at Billy and then after a moment of being locked in his deadly gaze, I lowered my gun and dropped it on the floor.

"Let's go have a chat." He smiled and turned around, walking into the darkness in the hall. The men holding Travis started to follow. I was grabbed by each arm and pushed forward. Travis turned his head over his shoulder to look at me. His face was coated in blood, but the scariest thing were his eyes – darkened with fear and lost hope. Shiny tears tracks worked down his cheeks. I couldn't smile, I couldn't give him a confident wink, all I could do was mirror his face. He dropped his head and sobbed silently.

We were taken into a large room. Travis was flung to the ground and left unguarded. I however had my two guys still hovering around me. It was only, Billy, Travis, me and three men left in the room.

"You two little shits have really pissed me off." Billy growled. He stood, unmoving with his hands clasped behind his back. He walked over to Travis still sprawled on the ground. Travis pushed himself on to his knees and climbed shakily to his feet. His hands were still bound, but he stood straight, looking his father in the eye as Billy approached. With each step Billy took, Travis winced like he was being punched. His legs began to tremble, his lower lip quivered, his skin paled, but he still did not look away.

"You've been a right pain." He stated, slapping his son. "I still wonder why I didn't just shove you in an adoption centre when that whore overdosed. After everything I have done for you, you betray me like this. You embarrass the family name and leave me to clean up your mess. Not anymore, you're coming home with me."

Travis growled and stepped towards his dad. Billy began laughing and held his arms out.

"Come on then. Hit me. Hit this old man." He chuckled and stood, a mocking expression painted on his face. Travis stepped closer, determination burning through him, but then just like someone kicking a sandcastle, he crumpled. He collapsed to his knees and dropped his head, in shame and grief. Billy laughed once more softly and ruffled Travis hair and bent down to kiss him on the forehead.

"You know your place."

I looked away, tears burning in my eyes in frustration and white hot fury. I couldn't believe anyone could treat another person like that. Leave them hollow with humiliation and despair. He was degrading and robbing Travis' pride bit by bit and I feared that Billy would go too far and Travis would be too lost for anyone to find again.

Billy Walker clapped his hands together and walked back over to me. He wetted his lips with his tongue and the two men beside me backed off. I didn't wait another second. With a roar I jumped on Billy and tackled him to the ground. I didn't care if I was shot or tortured to a vegetable. I needed to cause Billy pain. I needed my fist to connect with his smirking, conniving face. I punched and punched. Rage pumping in my ears; my heart thudding. All I could see was blood - blood flying from my knuckles, blood dancing in front of my eyes. Then, suddenly I was punching air and I felt myself falling backwards. I was being dragged away from that monster.

It took a minute for me to calm down and get my bearings. I wondered if I had been shot, but no, I was fine. Everything was working and pain free, except for my knuckles. I smiled at that pain though. After a second, I watched a blood soaked Billy climb to his feet.

"Kill him." He whispered darkly. "Slowly."

"Nooo!" Travis screamed and ran to my side. His father grabbed him and restrained him for a moment before one of the thugs started laying into him.

The other two advanced towards me. The adrenaline was still pumping round me. The anger was still ripe. I roared like an animal and swung at one of the men.

Travis

I was still weak from being beat up, but I struggled with every ounce of strength. The guy straddled me and had me pinned under him. I was nearly at the biting stage; I was so desperate to get to Beck. He was strong and knew how to take care of himself, but both these guys weighed two hundred and fifty pounds and were well over six foot. I bit the guy's arm and heard him scream in agony. He fell off of me, rolling about the floor. I scrambled to my feet and threw myself into the fight with Beck. He was being kicked and punched like he was just a sack of potatoes. I only lasted thirty seconds, before my guy dragged me away, kicking out my legs. The room was just one big mass of bloody bodies and cries of agony. I was trapped under the guys weight once more, the bounds round my wrists slicing into my already cut and bleeding wounds.

"Let him go! Let him go! It's me you want! Leave him alone!" I screamed to my father. He stood, motionless once more watching a now limp Beck getting laid into.

"Shut up, you idiot." He snarled, not looking away.

"Just leave him alone. Please!" I begged, tears falling from my eyes. "They're killing him."

Billy turned to me and marched over, swooping down. He grabbed a handful of hair and angled my head to look at Beck.

"Watch him die Travis. Your first real friend. Watch him die."

Then the alarm went off once more, screeching through the building. Everything and everyone froze. I looked at Beck, and to my utter disbelief he was still conscious. His head was made of steel.

"You two go and find out what set that alarm off. Leave him. He's not going anywhere. We'll deal with Beck."

"Mariana." I whispered to myself. Billy let go of me and went to Beck. He lay in a shallow pool of blood. It was a scarring mental image and my stomach heaved. I pulled at my bindings once again and suddenly the plastic bounds gave way. It stuck onto the skin it had eroded, but my hands were free. I kept them concealed behind my back as there was still one man pointing a gun at me. I just needed to wait for the right moment.

Beck

My head was dizzy. My vision blurred. Everything hurt. My ribs and fingers were mostly broken. There came a searing pain in my leg and I guessed that was broken too. Every inch of my t-shirt that was still covering me was slick with blood. I was not a pretty sight. I looked up and once my head stopped spinning, I could make out Billy Walker. He held a gun in his hand and was pointing it at my rising chest.

"Loved you like a son, Beck, but you give me no choice. You're too much of a distraction and Travis seems to have grown attached to you. We can't have that." He laughed maliciously.

"Dad, please no." Travis sobbed. He was about fifteen feet away, on his back, guarded at gun point too. I felt no fear, just guilt and shame that I had failed in looking after Travis.

"Beck!" His voice was a whimper now.

Billy clicked the gun and took aim.

"Goodbye Travis." I whispered and closed my eyes.

My eyes were shut and I floated away on my thoughts. My body was numb. Then, bang, the gun was fired.