Hidden Identity-A Trevor Philips Fanfiction

Chapter 36

Bryn's POV
The visit with Lester went pretty smooth. We ended up hiring Eddie Toh and Gustavo Mota for the heist. We also hired Paige as a hacker, although I'm not very fond of her. I feel like Lester replaced me with her just because it would be weird if he tried to get in my pants. After that we picked up Frank and spent the rest of the day stealing weapons, tear gas and vehicles for our heist. We decided we were going to pull it off tomorrow, so we sent Michael in with the glasses to scout out the vantage points. It was a bit of a challenge to get him on the roof without being noticed, but we managed to pull it off.
We ate dinner together at Taco Bomb and then dropped Franklin off at home. The drive back was a little less awkward than the initial drive, but still pretty bad. I just wondered what was going through Michael's head. It was obvious he didn't barge in on me just to get a view but still.
He pulled into the driveway and parked the car, once again running around to open the fucking door. At this point I decided not even to question it anymore. I got out of the car and followed him inside.
"Everything should be in line for tomorrow."
Michael stated.
I nodded, yawning. It was definitely a hard days work. I think I'm gonna retire for the night.
"Alright, have a good night."
Michael proceeded to sit on the couch as I made my way upstairs. I got to his room and stripped down to my underwear, using the shirt he had gave me the previous day to slip over my half bare body.
I laid down and closed my eyes, eagerly awaiting the sleep to take me.
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"When will you learn, darling?"
Ashley's voice echoed through my head. I spun around. All around me were trees. There was a dim lit fire right next to the line of forestry. I heard boots crackling over fallen leaves, and out came Ashley, followed by Amanda and a few other random women.
"Trevor just doesn't have an eye for you anymore, kitten."
Amanda purred, causing me to shake with anger, the two random women stepped aside and here came Trevor, who grabbed Ashley by the ass. Johnny also appeared, doing the same to Amanda. I closed my eyes as I heard the passion deepen. I felt my skin burn, and I turned around to see that the forest was now on fire.
"You're not needed anymore, hun."
Ashley moaned.
I felt the skin on my body getting hotter and hotter. I fell to the ground, unable to move. I was dying. Forced to burn in the depths of hell with nobody around, well some people but they were preoccupied making love. It was apparent I was just a waste of space. I held my breath and prepared to meet my maker, tears slipping from my eyes.
"I never loved her anyways."
I heard Trevor purr from the distance...

"BRYN! WAKE UP!"
I awoke to Michael shaking me awake. I bolted up as he jumped back in surprise. I looked myself over. I was sweating, panting and shaking.
"You okay?"
Michael asked.
I finally snapped.
"No, I'm not o fucking kay. Can't you see I'm just a waste of fucking space?! He never even loved me. Johnny never loved me. All I do is get used like a fucking rental disc and returned in a fucked up, horrible condition. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of it Michael! End this shit already!"
By this moment I was bawling. I felt even worse for snapping at him. I expected him to kick me out, to retaliate, to do something. Instead, I felt a warm pair of arms wrap around me, pulling me into a hug. He held me close to him as I emptied my tears onto his shoulder. He rubbed my back and whispered soothing statements in my ear. I finally felt myself collapse onto him, and he accepted my weight. I buried my face in his shoulder, inhaling the scent of expensive cologne and wine.
"There there."
Michael pushed my hair out of my face. I sniffled, looking up at him. He gave me a comforting smile that somehow managed to melt my already shattered heart.
"You want to maybe watch some movies? I have a few I helped produce if you'd like to check them out."
I nodded, attempting to stand up but not wanting to let go of his warm embrace. He chuckled, picking me up.
I wrapped my legs around him like a child as he carried me down the stairs. He plopped me on the couch and handed me a glass of wine. He threw in some movie that was pretty boring but I didn't really care. He put his arm around me as I drank my wine and watched in silence. Eventually, I felt sleep attempt to take me again, and I melted into his arms.
"Goodnight, dear."
I heard him whisper, as he threw a blanket over me with his free arm.

Trevor's POV
I couldn't sleep. I knew I had fucked up, and Mikey was right. If this was any ordinary case, I would've claimed it was getting back at him for lying about being dead. However, this was far more serious. How did I go from wanting to propose to her, showing Mikey the ring and everything. How did I go from arranging this party to confess my love to her, only to get shitfaced and to fuck my best friends wife?! I'm fucking pathetic.
I groaned, throwing my seventh beer bottle on the floor. I jumped up and ran to the wall, beating my head into it until the wall gave way.
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
I yelled, loud enough to where the neighborhood would call the cops if I wasn't a fucking psycho.
"Hey, Trevor?"
I heard a light knocking at my door. I immediately knew who it was.
"FUCK OFF RON!"
I screamed. It was silent for a moment, but then Ron's voice returned.
"Trevor, I'm worried about you."
"Me? I'm fine and fucking dandy, Ron! I mean, it's not like I just fucked up my only shot at happiness! Nah, I'm just God damn peachy!"
I sighed, grabbing another beer from the pack behind me. I didn't even bother to put them in the fridge.
"Trevor, please open the door!"
Ron pleaded. For a moment I got up as if my body was trying to obey the weasel's orders. My mind cock blocked the move, however, and I ended up threatening to kill Ron, who finally left me be. I sighed, sitting back down and killing a few more beers. She probably thinks I'm not hurting, but darling I am. And I don't know if I'll ever be able to make up for this shit..I fucked up bad..