Ok, this chap got his ups and his downs. Bit like my life:P

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Chapter 34) Tequila shots.

El blinked his eyes. Slowly and yawning he got up and realised he had slept on the backseat of the car. Indigent he looked around and was about to yell something at Sands. But Sands wasn't there, just as the girl. He sat up completely and while looking around his mouth dropped open.

The car was parked right in front of a bar. Lights in twenty different colours twinkled everywhere and people walking by seemed very happy.

El frowned. He was sure he had parked along the road, somewhere in the middle of the dessert. And back then it had been night. Now it was... he looked up at the sun... Well somewhere in the early morning.

'Where did the gringo go and what had he done with the ninã?' El was about to open the car door and storm out when he saw Sands and Lizz walk out the bar.

Well, walking wasn't the correct word. Sands was waving with his arms so extremely he almost hit some bystanders in the face. Fast he grabbed a lantern while spinning on his feet.

"He's dead drunk." El muttered determent. He rolled his eyes and watched the girl standing next to Sands. She was holding her belly from laughter. Her cheeks were flushed red and she wasn't standing very straight either. "He got a little girl drunk!" His eyes narrowed and he kicked open the door.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" He yelled furiously at Sands.

Both, he and the girl, turned into his direction. The girl looked a bit hazy out of her eyes and started to wave at him in an oddly way. Sands, still holding the pole like his life dependent on it, grinned.

"Right this moment?" He pointed giddy at the pole. "I'm trying to stay standing and not barf out two and a half bottle of tequila." After that speech the girl started to giggle loudly, now also grabbing the pole, to support herself.

El could only stare in anger and disbelieve at the agent. "You got a young girl drunk!" His voice sounded surprised and furious.

Sands made a wild gesture. "Don't talk shit El, I didn't do anything…" Quickly he pulled himself back on his feet when he was about to fall forward. "Okay, I might gave her a drink… okay four tequilas. But I got a reassemble excuse..." He shook his head. "At leased I had one around midnight before all the drinks…" He turned to the girl. "Lizz, I did make a good point back then, right?"

The girl, half way of to dreamland, suddenly noticed she was suppose to react. She smiled at El. "Yeah, he did… It was…" She rubbed her head. "Owh right! He said it was important to learn how to drink tequila… and he got so pissed when the bartender didn't want to give me any, only because I was a little bit too young." She sighed in disbelieve.

El looked from drunk to drunk. "What logic is it to piss of a bartender by making a girl drink!"

It was Sands who answered the question. " That's keeping the balance. And don't worry she's a cheap drunk, after two she started to get dizzy. So we didn't spend all your money."

El felt in his pocket. No wallet. Furious he looked up. "You spend MY money on tequila!"

Sands rose a hand. "Not all your money…"

"That's it! I'm going to shoot you!" El grabbed Sands by his shoulder and dragged him towards the car, the girl following on her own. El pushed Sands against the car and grabbed both his wrists in one hand. "Where is my wallet!"

Sands seemed to notice El was a bit more then just pissed. "She has it." El turned around and looked ready to kill, Lizz immediately pulled out his wallet. El let Sands go. Without the support El had been giving him the agent fell forward and landed on the sandy road. "Ouch."

In the meantime El had grabbed the wallet and Lizz. He dragged her to the car, pushed the wallet in his pocked and opened the door. He lifted the girl and throw her in the car, earning a couple of furious curses. The mariachi rolled his eyes, grabbed Sands by his shirt and tossed him into the car as well. After hearing his curses and dead threats he slammed the door shut.

El sighed and looked around. Half of the villages were staring at him. "What are you looking at!" He growled and jumped in the car. He started the car and looked into the revues mirror. Sands as the girl 'looked' at him, both ready to say something.

"Don't even think about it. The first one who dares to say anything will get brutally killed." Both of them closed their mouth and turned away.

That made El feel slightly better about the situation and he drove of.

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They were driving for about a half hour and none of them had spoken yet. El stared, still mad, at the road. Sometimes he blinked and looked at the two people in the back. Sands, had fallen asleep against the window. And the girl started to see very pale and was ticking nervously with her nails against the glass.

"El…" She started softly.

"I say no-one could talk!" He snapped back.

"But El.." She wined.

"No but, shut up!"

Sands seemed to be awake again. El saw him sit up and look at the girl. "El I think it would be a smart thing to listen to what she had to-"

"No, shut up, both of you!"

It was quite for three seconds. Suddenly the girl hit him on his shoulder. "EL, STOP THE FREAKING CAR!" El jumped and the car made a half spin before it stopped. Immediately the girl jumped out and ran to the nearest bushes.

"What's her problem?" El snapped, stepping out.

"What do you think fuckshit? First time drunk." Sands followed El. "What does that include?" He paused. "Yes, feeling like shit and puke. Good thinking almighty El."

After a couple of seconds the girl walked back, very pale and very cranky. "I'll never drink ever again. This sucks!"

Sands started to laugh and tapped on her shoulder. "Don't act like a sissy. You'll be alright… after a couple of hours." Sulky she pushed his arm away.

"Shut up, you're the reason I feel so bad. The leased you can do is act like you're sorry…"

"Sorry! Luv, I'm a psychopathic killer. Sorry is not in my dictionary. And what's wrong with livin' up you're world a little?"

She glared at him. "Living it up! I feel like dying! And are you very sure 'sorry' isn't in your dictionary?" A playful smile appeared on her face. "I can remember a certain agent who said he was s-"

"Fuck you!" Sands yelled pissed. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back into the car and slammed the door shut. El heard the girl giggle and Sands snapped something at her.

He looked at the car and heard the two of them discussing the differs between 'sorry, like I mean it' and 'sorry, I just want to hush you.' Since when did that bastard become so playful with her? He didn't like it. 'He's trying something, but I can't tell what it is…'

Sitting down he slowly looked at the agent and the girl. Smiling she stuck out her tong as he gave her the finger. El shook his head and growled. 'This is going to be a long drive."

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"E prendo di mira il peggio, il futile gli stolti e tutti i re, Non presto favori per poi riceverne, per non soccombere"

And a long trip it was. Half way the girl jumped next to him and turned on the radio. Screaming in surprise she found a pop canal and ever since the music started banged through the car, she had been singing along loudly. It surprised him a bit Sands hadn't shot her down. But when he saw the sadistic smile on the man's face he knew why. Sands was to pleased with her because she was pissing him off. And Sands knew he wouldn't do anything about it. 'The manipulative bastard.' He thought angry.

"Ci vuole calma e sangue freddo, calma yeeh Ci vuole calma e sangue freddo oh yo yo oh yo yo!" She and the music screamed.

"That's enough!" He snapped and pressed the radio out.

"HEY!" She yelled.

"Shut up." He was already pissed and at the end of his nerves.

"Don't tell her to shut up, fuckshit!" Sands interfered. El shot daggers at him. 'Great now he's protecting her …' To his relieve he saw a motel coming. He parked the car and got out. Soon giggelina and Gringo followed.

"We're right in front of a very cheap and crappy looking motel. It's three floors high, dark wood and the doors and windows are painted red." The girl said.

It took El a second to figure out why she was explaining all of that. He realised she was talking to Sands and not to him.

"It's seven steps to the door. Or eight, depends on how big your steps are."

"Great." Sands said sarcastic. "You fail your K9 test, honey." She rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist.

"Just follow me okay!"

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They walked into the motel. El walked to the counter and started to talk in fast Spanish to the man behind it. Meantime Lizz parked Sands on a bench and sat down right besides him. She picked up a magazine, made sure Sands wasn't pissed or had his gun pointed at someone and started reading. After a couple of minutes El walked back and didn't look to happy.

"Idiots!" He snapped, pointing at his wallet. "Do you have any idea how much you spent! I just got enough for two bedrooms!" He threw a key at Lizz. "You two share."

Lizz looked offended at El. "You mean I got to be in the same room with him? Again!"

El nodded. "You don't have much of a choice." He gestured to the hall. "Let's go it's late."

Lizz stood up cursing, grabbed Sands, who was as pissed as she was and followed El. Not very surprised she found out her room was small and cheap. But the good part was, it wasn't pink, it wasn't mouldy and there were two beds.

"Yes!" She cheered, jumping on the nearest bed. "Finally I can sleep without fighting for the pillows!"

"I'm very happy for you, sugar." Sands said, the sarcasm dripping off. "But could you, off course after your happy-dance, tell me what the room is like?"

She stopped jumping and looked around. "Not very big, guess six steps by five. We got a own toilet and shower, door is on the right side. Right in front of you is my bed, three steps further is yours." She scanned the room and yelled. "And we got our own TV!"

"Isn't that awesome…" Cranky he sat down on the bed. "Does this room also includes a minibar, just a question, course."

"Yes and no, you're not going to drink any." She said back. "El is already pissed because you spent all his money."

"You were right next to me, luv. So don't blame everything on the insane guy."

"Yeah, sure when you find a way to blame me you're insane."

"Duh."

"Loser."

"Bitch."

"Idiot!"

"Brat!"

"Arg!" She kicked against the bed and made a face at him. "Can't you for once just shut up!"

"Do you really want to know the answer to that question…?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm afraid not."

"Then shut your cute little mouth."

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Someone knocked on the door. El jumped up and grabbed his gun in reflex. He sneaked to the door and slammed it open pointing his gun right at Sands!

The man, not impressed grinned. "Nice to know Mexicans are so hospitable."

El switched his gun to safety and pushed it between his belt. "What do you want?"

Sands pointed at the room across. "Kid is watching a movie, The Notebook. Crying her ass off. Can't take it, to fucking much, she's so god damn annoying. I swear one more minute in there and I will kill her." After that line he smiled angelic. "So, good boy I am, came here so I can work off the urge to kill." He pushed El away and walked in. "You got a minibar?"

El, shocked by Sands abrupt action turned around and stared at the man. It took him some time to say something. "What!"

"El please, try to understand English." Sands sighed. "Is… there… a… minibar?"

"I understood you perfectly the first time." He snapped back. "I meant, why are you here and not in the restaurant if you so desperately want to get drunk."

Something in his bearing changes. Within a second his expression was between anger and fear. "Because I don't know where that is. Christ, think El!" He felt around and sat down on the bed.

El started to feel a bit of pity for the man. He grabbed a beer and handed it over to him. He just took it and didn't say a thing. A bit offended by that he sat down on the chair across the bed. "And what are we going to do now?" He asked.

"Beats me."

El frowned. "You don't even have an plan?"

The man drunk from his beer. "Nop. Got nothing, no clue, no idea."

He didn't get it. Was this Sands he was talking to? Was this the man who set up half Mexico?

"Why not?"

"Because, every time I make a plan it gets fucked up by someone. First it was the little girly. She was suppose to hate me, get me money and then fuck off. That didn't work out. So I planned to get rid of her. Again that didn't work, I ended up with her in a cell and spilled every little detail of my so called life." He sighed frustrated. "Now she likes me and I… don't hate her. And because her daddy-o knows I'm with her now I can't leave. I can't run and leave her. Just like you El. We're both stuck."

"I figured that out Sands." He growled. He was a bit surprised Sands told him he wasn't going to leave the girl. It surprised him even more the man sounded so calm. Suddenly the agent stood up. "I'll be leaving, as you can see." He grinned taking a sip of his beer. "If you hear shooting, I killed the TV. Bye."

And the agent left smiling, already pulling out his gun.

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Lizz sat on the bed, holding a tissue. She was watching TV wile tears rolled over her cheek. "That's just to sad. Allie stay with him, c'mon!" She took a bit of her chips and kept talking to the TV.

She nearly got a heart-attack when someone slammed against the door. She heard a loud curse, jumped off the bed and opened the door. Sands stood there rubbing his forehead. She rolled her eyes. "I told you, five steps!"

He pushed her aside. "Fuck you, I'm in pain here."

She rose an eyebrow. "Right… You managed to survive more than four bullet wounds and now you're crying because you hurt your cute little babyface?"

"Don't you fucking talk to me like that!" He pointed at her. "And I can't even cry."

The last line made Lizz bit her lip. She cursed herself for starting about that. "Wanna watch the movie?"

"Watching isn't in the picture luv." He growled. He walked to the bed and laid down. "Thank god I still have you, precious." He took a sip of the beer and smiled.

"There isn't much to make you happy huh?" he replied sarcastic.

He grinned at her. "Nop."

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Next day Lizz woke up by El. He told her he was going into town, trying to get some information about her steppdad. He told her four times she had to stay inside, not to go away, stay with Sands and not to go outside. Finally she pushed him out of the room hissing she wanted to go back to sleep.

She turned around and saw Sands sitting up straight already and she sighed. "There goes the beauty sleep…"

But to her surprise the morning went pretty good. Sands hadn't threatened her yet or yelled or pointed his gun. She smiled watching him mumble to the TV. 'Maybe he's changing his life.' She just went to the reception to get some food. Off course the cheapest stuff to order, since El had promised her he would make her pay if she spent to much money. And after that small drinking incident she decided to take the threat seriously.

"Honey, I'm home." She yelled suddenly from the doorway. Sands shot up and cursed. "Fucking brat, don't do that!"

"Do what?" She asked innocent.

"Well, breath for instance." He snapped back.

"Ha.Ha." Giving him the finger she placed the plate on the small table between the beds. "Got you a coke and a sandwich."

He looked at her. "Jeez, that is just to much…"

"Hold your smart comments for yourself. It's not my fault El is all pissed. You spent all his money!"

He sat up. "What? Again this discussion! You were right beside me! And you had the wallet! So don't fucking blame me for pissing El, this time." He felt around, grabbed a coke and opened it. He took a swig than spit out half of the stuff. "What the fuck is this! It tastes like piss!"

Lizz opened her coke. "That's highway coke, cheapest coke ever. It was this or nothing."

"Then why didn't you pick nothing. This stuff has to be radioactive!"

"Don't be a baby."

"Don't mock me."

"Or what!"

"I'll kill you!"

"Right… You always say that."

"This time I'm serious!"

"Sure Sands…"

"I'm totaly sure!"

"Owh god, now I'm so scared… Please, someone save me from this evil villain."

"That's it I'm going to kick your butt!"

"I'm a girl!"

"SO!"

"Guy's don't kick or hit girl that's just weak."

Sands drunk the last bit of his disgusting coke. "Then you don't know guys, Lizzy-O."

She giggled. "Can be, but I damn well know you, Sands." It made him smile, even made him feel a bit relieved. Now where the hell did that came from! Suddenly the phone ringed.

Sands heard her pick up the phone, still giggling. "Yeah with room 412, annoying brat and fucked up bastard at your serves." A quick thought of throwing something at her popped up in his mind. Suddenly she sighed and let out a soft cry. It made him frown and lower the can he was about to throw.

"Y-yes." She started to sob. "No, you can't!" A pause. "No… bastard." Another pause. He tried to focus on the other end of the line. "Yes." She said with a trembling voice. "I will." She hung up and walked back into the room.

"Sands… I got to go." Her voice was in disbelieve and fear. "I need to, where is my stuff?"

Sands jumped up and almost fell forward. "What the fuck are you talking about!"

She was quiet, trying to find her voice back. "That was my stepdad. He's got my mom, Sands. He's going to kill her if I don't come right now. I have to, have to go!"

His mind stopped for a moment. His mind freezing, realising what she was saying. She was going to leave. She was going away. Leaving him alone, again. Like everyone did before. He would be alone again. With the voices. And El was close by. And he wouldn't be able to get away, or leave the motel without her. "Fuck…" He whispered. 'I need her. I let her in, trusted her… And now she's leaving.'

"You… can't!" he managed to speak. She stopped picking up her stuff and turned at him.

"I have to." Her voice was soft almost inaudible.

He swallowed. "No, you fucking can't!" He breathed in deeply. "You promised you wouldn't!"

"Sands, I'm sorry. But I have to. He's got my mom."

"So what!" This time his voice was louder, stronger. He walked at her and snatched her stuff out of her hands. "You hated that bitch. She never cared about you. You told me yourself she was nothing, just a dead drunk." She was crying he knew that, but he didn't care. She was talking shit.

"Sands, she's my mom." She sobbed. "I can't let her get killed because of what I did."

The control slipped out of his grip. It hit him hard, to hard. She was going away. Without him… Leaving him for some bitch…

His breath began to speed up. "Fucking lair! Fucking bitch! So you're just going then!" Furious he grabbed the nearest thing, what was a bottle, and threw it against the wall. "You know what, fine, just go! Get the fuck out of here!" He threw her stuff at her. "Go get yourself killed for that whore. Hope you burn in hell for it! Fucking die! I hate you, bitch!"

She grabbed her stuff and ran to the door. He heard her stop and turn around. "You know Sands, of all the people I thought you would understand that I have to save my mother." She opened the door. "I'm sorry and… goodbye."

The door closed and she was gone. He stared into the direction of the door and wished he would hear footsteps coming back. Wished the door got kicked open and she would walk back in, cursing him for everything he had said. He would snap something back, they would be mad at each other for five minutes and then go watch TV.

But he didn't hear the footsteps.

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. He walked to the bed and dropped down on it. She was going and would get killed. And it would be his fault. He should had tied her to the bed or hit her or begged her to stay. Anything so she would stay. He lied still on the bed on his side. Slowly he touched his sunglasses. She gave them to him. He took them of and toyed with the glasses. It was the thing that protected him from the world. Because of it he didn't have to let people see his face. Because normal people would get a freaking heart attack if they saw him.

'But she didn't.' She saw the real me, in more ways that can be good for a person. And... she didn't hate me or made me a freak. He placed the glasses next to him and laid down on his back. He pulled out a cigarette and felt it was one of his last. He shrugged and lighted, inhaled, but didn't feel better. After blowing circled of smoke in the air he got up and felt around.

To his relieve he found the minibar. He grabbed all the bottles and walked back to the bed. Surrounded by alcohol he lied down. He rose one bottle. "Fuck you all I'm out of here…"

It's pathetic. He screamed at Lizz to get the fuck out and hissed she would go to hell. Still I find him so god damn sad and at some point sweet. Finally he trusts someone and she has to leave. But it also sucks for Lizz, maybe even more… Poor girl, I'm a terrible person to put them both through this.

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