Chapter Eighteen
March 1987
Beck
Since that night at The Gate, Beck couldn’t keep Janey out of his head. She looked really good, he thought, and obviously not thinking a damn thing about me. Not a care in the world, with that other guy. Why was it so difficult with us? Where did I go wrong?
Beck kept pondering the same thing over and over again … Where did I go wrong? Not realizing he didn’t do anything wrong. Janey cheated and played games because she was insecure. She was so afraid of losing him that she subconsciously did everything she could to mess up. In her mind that was having control over the situation.
He was spending another lonely night alone in his apartment. He picked up the guitar and played a few chords. With that Morticia jumped up on the couch. He started petting her
