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---- Rough Terrain ----
----- TREVOR ✭
-- It seemed as though she always fell asleep on the couch when the fireplace was lit. Despite the bandages on her nose, and the bruising around her eyes, she seemed so peaceful. I wanted to hate her. I really did. I mean... I hated most things about her, but I couldn't bring myself to actually hate her as a person. She... was just there. Fuck.
Did she know? Did I even know? All I knew was that I didn't want to punch her... that wasn't a good sign. Of course I respect women, but that doesn't mean I don't want to run them over when they piss me off... and her being a woman and all... I should just do it. Go up and do it to rid all of those pent up feelings.
"Trevor?" Avril asked groggily, her fist rubbing against her eyes. "What are you doing?" I hadn't even been in control of my own body. One minute I was downing a bag of chips, the next... I'm towering over Avril's sleeping body as she laid on the couch.
"Just admiring the view," I lied through my teeth. At this point she was used to me saying shit like that... Good lord above. Her eyes held onto mine for too long, almost like she was scared to look away. "It's morning," I said before walking back into the kitchen. "Mikey boy is talking with Lester the molester as we speak. Heist is tomorrow, cupcake."
"Tomorrow?" I nodded as I threw her a bag of salt and vinegar chips. Somehow I knew they were her favorite. "Thanks... Shouldn't we be there?"
"Yeah," I shrugged. "Get your ass up so we can go." She did as told without hesitating like usual. I must've really fucked her up that night I kicked her out of the damn truck. It was never my intention to get her killed or kidnapped, I just needed her to get away from me. I knew that if she had stayed any longer, I would've done something I'd regret for the rest of my life. I don't have many regrets.
By the time she made it to the front door, she had already stolen the keys from the counter. She swung them around her index finger with a sly smile on her face. Funny how she thought she could drive. "Please," she pouted out her bottom lip to make me feel some sort of... persuasion? I don't really know, but it didn't work. I just wanted her to give me the damn keys before we end up having to pay for a total remodel of the damn thing. "You forget I'm your get-away driver, fool? I drive better than all of you combined."
"Fine," I exhaled with annoyance. "You can drive the fucking truck." The corners of her lips quirked up into a smirk before she yanked open the front door. Avril Harbour is a fucking moron.
Why, oh why couldn't she be more like Amanda with her expensive taste, and constant bickering... or how she always wanted money? Why was Avril so... simple to accommodate? Why didn't she need more from us? Fuck, why couldn't she just make me hate her? I mean... I do hate her! I hate the way she smirks when she gets what she wants, or the way she somehow always falls asleep on the couch with her legs pulled to her chest, or the way she narrows her eyes when she concentrates. I hated it all. Everything she did pissed me the fuck off, and I wished she would just leave me alone. God, I really hoped that she'd find something better when I kicked her out of the truck that night... Better than whatever this shit was.
She didn't deserve it... What she deserved was a proper apology, and I couldn't even give her that.
"Lester," Avril called as we both entered his residence. "How you doin?" The ginger nerd didn't say anything once the black haired woman came into view. "I ain't seen you for a minute." My eyes rolled when she offered the man a fistbump that he did not return in any way shape or form. He just... stared.
"Why- Never mind," Lester sighed. "We're wasting time. Look, the heist is tomorrow, and we still don't have a solid action plan!" Brad appeared out of the corner of my eye, his elbow being propped up on Avri's shoulder. "Michael, what is the fucking plan?"
"Well, we still have our attack plan of just going in bulky. We're just gonna... enter as if it were a normal robbery. This place is small, there won't be very many people inside, or around. Meanin police won't be around. Should take them a little more than ten minutes to arrive. Other than a few mandatory guards, we got no problems," Michael explained as he gestured toward the corkboard that was riddled with pictures taken by yours truly. "We use the explosives we got from Lest's contact, blow open the vault, and take what we can. Then, we get to the get-away van, book it to the air strip, and flee in a chopper flown by... Trevor."
"Right... So where do I come in? You been havin me run in circles around this idea that I'll be comin inside with y'all, but you said nothin about that," Avril spoke up as she brushed Brad off. "What the hell you bringin me in for, Mikey?" Despite the woman's demand for a response, she didn't get one. "Fuck this bullshit. Let's go, T. '' My eyes widened at the sudden outburst. Avril has always been pretty damn compliant with plans, but she isn't working with us this time. Why the fuck are her and Mikey acting so... delusional? Everyone looked at me once she left. What the hell was I supposed to do? Instead of letting them scold me or insult as per usual, I wasted no time following behind Avril.
When I walked outside, I saw her sitting on the front steps with her head in her hands. What a damn woman. "What the fuck, Avril?" I questioned her with a little more gentleness than I usually offer her.
"It's nothing," she answered coldly.
"I didn't come out here to put up with your bullshit, A. Tell me what the fuck is wrong."
"Okay." I could hear the faint restrain in her voice. "I-I can't... Trevor, what the fuck are we doing anymore?" I shrugged while I sat beside her. "When did I become a part of your damn hostage... Bullshit! I used to be told where to be, when, and what was coming after us. I was never told about the shit you motherfuckers were doing inside. Why now?" I held myself together... But all of that rage was boiling inside, and I wasn't sure if I could contain it for much longer. "I can't do this," She cried.... Cried. Salty tears ran down her brown face that was decorated in freckles, wetting her skin until it glistened in the sun's soft rays.
My chest caved in for a moment as I watched her attempt to stop her tears. Her hair fell into the river she had cried until it stuck to her skin, but I pushed it away before she could even notice. "Don't cry," I spoke softly, and awkwardly. Slowly, I placed the palm of my hand on her back to calm her, however, I was uncertain if it was working. WHY WAS EVERYTHING SO AWKWARD?? All these years running together, and this was the first time I had ever seen her cry, so needless to say, I had no fucking clue what to do. "Mikey, uh, did this for a reason right? If he didn't think you could do it... he wouldn't have you do it."
She sat up with a slight smile on her reddened face, her hands immediately raising to wipe away her fallen tears. "I really wanna hate you," Avril admitted while he smile was wiped clean from her face. "I really do." Without saying another word, she walked back inside to further her knowledge on the plan.
