What if Trevor wasn't always crazy and psychotic as everyone says he is and actually has a gentle side to him, that he only showed around his sister.
(Y/n) Phillips is Trevor Phillip's baby sister who he raised as a kid from their abusive parents, p...
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TW: This chapter contains mentions of abuse (it comes into play during the flashbacks) Feel free to skip this part for those of you who might find it distressing
THIRD PERSON
March 14th -7:33 AM-
The soft breeze softly brushed over the figure of a certain (H/C) haired woman as she was still asleep in her bed, sleeping next to her German shepherd canine.
YOUR POV
You gasped for air as you woke up from my sleep in a cold sweat. Tears begin to stream down your face. You scan the room, and sigh to yourself once you realise it was the same nightmare.
'Again'
You bounce out of bed and quietly creep out of bed, incase you disturbed the sleeping canine next to you and walk towards the bathroom, forgetting to slip your fluffy socks on and sends shivers up your spine from the cold touch of the hard wood floor beneath your feet. Once your in the bathroom. You wrap your hand around the knob and shut the door gently. You approach the sink and slowly lift your head, pieces of my (h/c) hair falling into your face.
"I'm a mess," You sigh in irritation starting at the reflection. You take in the old scars all over my legs and chest from your past memories. You slowly reach my fingers and touched the ugly, dark scars on my neck, which were starting to fade. You flinch as soon as your fingertips touch them. Suddenly you could see my memories from my past began to appear.
27 years ago...
By the time Trevor left school he managed to get a small job working at a truck store. The pay wasn't great, but it was a job and we needed the money. However in a few months he was able to make enough money to buy a trailer for us, and I didn't argue when he told me to pack my bags.
A few days later I was getting ready to leave with my brother, that I wasn't expecting another visitor to show.
I rushed into my bedroom as quickly as I could. I grabbed all my clothing, cassette tapes and other essentials, shoving everything into my backpack, including my secret stash of money. Once I left my bedroom and grabbed what I needed, I headed to the kitchen towards the fridge and took as much food that I could grab, including food from the cupboards, that I was too preoccupied I didn't hear the sound of footsteps behind me.
"Hello daughter." I froze in panic that I struggled to function for a minute.
I turned around slowly facing the old man himself, who was nothing but a sperm donor. I blinked several times wishing it was a dream, but he was really here. I could already feel anger swell in my veins. I've never fought with the bastard before, but right now I was furious. I didn't care if he hurt me, but after the shit he's caused hurting my elder brother the only person I cared about was a big no no.
