Hidden Identity-A Trevor Philips Fanfiction

Chapter 33

Bryn's POV
It was now nearing 9 months since the incident. I was doing better everyday. Trevor has finally decided that I do not need to be completely babied, although he still protests when I take on big tasks.
Trevor decided to have this party at the Vanilla Unicorn. Odd choice if you ask me but hey, he owns the place, and it's not like the sluts would be there anyways. Just the bartender.
I believe he invited Michael and his family, Lester, Frank, Lamar, Wade and Ron. I begged him not to throw a big gathering because, well, I'm not that extroverted. Plus, it's not like a marriage or a baby shower, and I honestly don't see the point in Trevor doing this, although I guess I appreciate his effort.
He's been very distant today, almost as if he's trying to avoid me. He's also been drinking more, I'm assuming the stress of the party.
Trevor was helping me set the table when Michael entered the room.
"Hey guys!"
Trevor spun around and walked up to Michael, embracing him in a hug.
"Heyyyy Mikey, where's the wife and uh, kids?"
Michael winced at the alcohol slurring off of his breath and glanced over at me. I just shrugged in response.
"They're on their way. I figured I'd stop by and help you guys out before it got too crazy in here."
He turned to me and opened his arms, welcoming me into a hug. I hesitantly accepted, not used to affection other than Trevor.
"You're looking great kid, glad to have you back on your feet."
I chuckled.
"Thanks, Mikey."
"Mikey, come here for a second, daddy T needs you in the private room."
Trevor sloppily motioned to one of the private rooms. Michael rolled his eyes and followed the drunken Canadian. Trevor about tripped as he stepped in the booth and closed the curtains.
They were in there for a while. I finished setting up the table and sat down at the bar, ordering a margarita.
I started to get a bit worried, but was relieved when the boys finally exited the room.
"Damn, we're y'all fucking in there?"
I joked.
"He wishes he could get a piece of this, but it's alllll yours sweet cheeks."
Trevor stumbled to the seat beside me, climbing up into it and wrapping his arm around me. I snuggled into his embrace. He peered down at me, a distant look in his eyes, giving me a peck on the lips.
"Hey, Bryn?"
Michael called. I turned around.
"What's up?"
"I need some help gathering up the delicacies. Care to join me?"
I glanced over at Trevor who nodded in approval.
"Go take you a break, love. I'll be here when you get back."
I noticed he was eyeing Mikey the whole time. Confused, I agreed, and followed Michael out to his car.
"So, how are things?"
Michael asked, breaking the silence about ten minutes into the drive.
I shrugged.
"Eh. I still get sore from time to time but I could be dead, so."
Michael chuckled.
"Yeah, kid. I've had those injuries before. You learn to live with them after a while."
The car was silent for another moment.
Finally, he spoke up.
"How about you and ole T? You guys doing okay?"
I nodded, wondering why he was prying so much.
"Pretty good, he's just been acting a little off the past few days but I'm assuming it's stress from the party. I told him not to worry about it but you know Trevor."
Michael nodded.
"Yeah, great guy but he's definitely set in his ways. I think the only person who could change him is you, Bryn."
I looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.
"You think?
Michael smiled, sighing.
"Yeah, I've known him for a long time, and honey if you would've been any other girl you would've been dead in the ditches by now. I've never seen him go out of his way to protect someone like he does you."
I felt my cheeks reddening. I mean I have to agree, we definitely didn't make a great first impression to each other but look at us now.
"If you can tame ole Trevor you'll be our savior."
Michael chuckled, pulling into the Cluck N Bell.
He ordered a variety of buckets and sides. I helped him carry the food to the car, carefully loading it in the back. We then stopped at a local bakery and got a cake, just a simple two layer vanilla with buttercream icing, my favorite as well as my fathers. My mother used to make homemade cakes all the time for us.
We stopped at the 24/7 and got a few 2 liters of ECola and Sprunk. With that we headed back to the club, bullshitting about Trevor and life in general along the way.
"Hmm, looks like we're still early."
Michael said, checking his watch.
"Amanda must have gotten here early too, unless Tracy is driving her car again."
I helped Michael carry everything in and set the table. I walked back into the office where I expected to see Trevor, but only saw the bartender watching Snapmatic videos on her phone.
I returned to the lobby, where Michael was searching for Amanda. He looked up at me.
"You find Trevor?"
I shook my head and a look of confusion crossed his face. We continued to search the lobby. Finally, Michael stopped dead tracks. I followed his gaze and my heart dropped. Right inside the VIP area I made out the slight movement of the privacy curtains. Upon moving closer, I heard what sounded like Trevor's moans.
Michael sprinted to the curtain and I followed. He ripped it open and I thought I was going to pass out at the sight.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! FIRST THE TENNIS COACH AND NOW MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND?! AND WHAT THE FUCK, TREVOR?! YOU WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT PROPOSING AND NOW YOU'RE BANGING MY FUCKING WIFE IN THE BACK OF A STRIP CLUB?!"
I remained silent, frozen in my tracks. I met Trevor's gaze and my eyes immediately filled with tears. I shut the curtains and took off.
I heard footsteps behind me, but they weren't the boots I had been hoping for somewhere in my heart. Instead, they were more like dress shoes clicking against the club floor. I didn't stop. I continued to run, out the door and through the parking lot. All I could hear is my heartbeat. My vision was blurry through my tear-stained eyes. All of a sudden my leg gave way and I was tumbling upon the concrete. The footsteps behind me stopped.
I felt a hand on my back, but it wasn't Trevor's.
I peered up and saw Michael, who was pulling me into a sitting position. I looked around. I had barely made it to the next parking lot. Trevor was no where to be found, probably went back to fucking that broad. I always knew she didn't fucking like me. Michael knelt down to be eye level with me. I tried to avoid his gaze, but he forced me to look into his serious, penetrating blue eyes. I finally gave in. I had never really paid attention to him that much before but just through his eyes I could see he was in as much pain as I was, and his pupils acted as a battleground for tears.
"Y-you okay?"
He cleared his throat.
I nodded, burying my face into my scraped up knees. Michael stood up, and I almost squealed out as he picked me up bridal style, like Trevor always did. He carried me to his car, placing me in the passenger seat and buckling me in. I felt a presence appear at the drivers side window, followed by Michael screaming
"I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU IN MY FUCKING HOUSE AGAIN! GET YOUR SHIT AND GET OUT!"
Michael pulled off, leaving a distraught, drunken Amanda to fend for herself. He then got on his phone and dialed a number.
"Yes, is this the Templar Hotel? Great, I would like to book an overnight room for two."