Hidden Identity-A Trevor Philips Fanfiction

Chapter 42

Bryn's POV

"What the hell?"
I was awakened by a groggy, confused Michael. He turned to me, looking me up and down, and gasped.
"Oh fuck..did we?"
"It's fine, Michael."
I tried giving him a reassuring smile, sitting up and gathering my clothes. I slipped my shirt on and struggled with the bottoms. Michael awkwardly followed suit.
"Listen, Bryn. I'm sorry."
Michael sighed, burying his face in his hands.
"It's fine, I gave you the idea. It's not your fault."
Michael eyed me questioningly. I sighed.
"Helps with pregnancy cramps. Sorry. I was desperate."
He chuckled, lightening the mood a bit.
"Well, it's water under the bridge as long as you were okay with it...was it..ya know?"
"It was amazing."
Michael blushed, turning to face me.
"Thanks..I haven't really did much in the past few years."
"So, why did you decide to get shitfaced last night?"
Michael thought for a moment, and then slowly spoke.
"Well..I tried to go smooth things over with Amanda. And the kids...and well..it didn't work out. She had some hot mechanic over who was cowering in the back the whole time. I just..I miss them, ya know?"
I nodded, rubbing his back.
"Yeah I totally understand. You still love her, don't you?"
"Erm well..."
Michael thought for a moment, then sighed.
"Yes, yes I do love her, Bryn. I hate her ways but I love the hell out of her."
"Do you think it's me?"
I asked after a moment of silence.
Michael thought for a moment, then shrugged.
"I don't know. I mean, look at all the guys she's banging every night. I don't see why it's a big deal that you're staying here. It's my house."
I nodded, feeling a tinge of guilt in my stomach.
"Well what if I left? Do you think she'd come back?"
"I don't know..maybe. But I don't want you to leave, Bryn. I enjoy your company. And not just for..yeah."
Michael chuckled, motioning to the bed. I blushed.
"Yeah, but if I'm standing in the way of your happiness Michael I'm gonna step back. You're my friend. You've done a hell of a lot for me and if me leaving will make you happy, then I'll be glad to."
I didn't want to leave, but I felt like it was the right thing to do. I mean here I am freeloading with his best friends kid on the way and he's longing for his...ugh it hurts to say it but his wife.
"Where would you go, though?"
Michael asked, giving me a quizzical look.
I quickly came up with a lie.
"I have a friend I can stay with. She lives towards Sandy Shores but not quite in town."
Michael nodded, obviously convinced.
"I'm not making you leave, Bryn. Just know that."
"You hate to see me go but love to watch me leave?"
I joked, causing him to turn red.
"Well uh...damn it, Bryn!"
We laughed and bullshitted for a bit longer. Michael offered to help me move my stuff but I refused. Franklin had brought my car from Trevor's a few days ago so I decided to make use of it. Michael decided to go try and surprise Amanda with some roses and shit, so I hugged him and said my goodbyes. It hurt to leave. But I know it's best for him. I'm not asking him to raise my child and plus it would be hella awkward anyways after this. Michael is a great guy, but I'm just not emotionally attracted to him like that. Now sexually is a different story..but yeah.
I packed my bags and loaded them into my car. I didn't know where in the hell I was going, but I wasn't going to ruin Michael's life because of my stupid decisions. Maybe I should just head to Trevor's? He's not gonna hurt me, or he would have long ago.
I sighed, getting into my car and accepting my fate, and began my long travel to Sandy Shores. I wonder what Trevor will think? Will he turn me away?
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Passing through the Blaine County border was both a relief and a trigger. I looked at the sandy terrain as the roads roughed up. Home sweet home, I guess.
My thoughts were interrupted by my car beginning to skip. What the fuck, the bitch is brand new. Surely the transmission isn't going out. Unless Trevor dogged the shit out of it or rigged it..no, surely not...
I pulled over on the side of the highway, turning my emergency flashers on. I pulled out my phone to call someone..Michael, a mechanic, Lester, Frank, hell even Trevor. Honestly Jimmy would do at this point.
I decided on Frank, and gave him a ring. I held the phone up to my ear..nothing. I pulled it away and looked at the screen. No service.
"God fucking damn it!"
I sighed, leaning against my car. I'm a hacker, I'm a meth maker, I'm not a mechanic. I decided to pop the hood and take a look. I checked my fluids which all seemed fine. The belts weren't loose. What the actual fuck?
"Excuse me, miss?"
I swiftly turned around to a middle aged man, rough around the edges with a thick foreign accent. I quickly put my guard up.
"You need a hand?"
He offered.
I looked him up and down. He seemed nice enough. At this point anything is better than taking a chance of getting jumped out here or The Lost finding me.
"Y-yeah."
I softly smiled, stepping aside and allowing the man to look into the engine bay.
The man jumbled around for a bit as I studied him. He had dark brown hair and piercing brown eyes. He was relatively good looking, with a very serious demeanor.
"It looks like your transmission is out. I will call a tow truck. Care for a ride?"
I mean..the guy seems nice enough.
"Sure."
I extended my hand for a handshake.
"I'm Brynleigh. Brynleigh Snider."
He smiled, returning the gesture.
"I'm Niko. Niko Bellic. Nice to meet you."