𝐌𝐑𝐒. 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒

𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘

A/n

For those that skip the author note. I basically realised halfway that autocorrect had been spelling Genevieve  as Genieve.

Also just a little disclaimer this Trevor is based on my choices on gta v. Which as you could probably realise I chose option c. So this Trevor is basically made of my options. And lastly I've given up editing 💕

It was finally time to say goodbye to dear old Los Santos. Michael and Trevor were walking side by side towards the door, Amanda and Genevieve walking behind.

"Behave," michael shook his finger at the baldie.

"Straight back at ya Townley," he chuckled backing away towards the car.

"You'll  need these,these and these," she handed Genevieve two bags of cleaning products with an mask and a taser included. "Stay safe and strong," she gave a quick hug. "I'll miss  having a gossip buddy,"She chuckled. Slightly confused, Genevieve nodded before walking towards the door.

"Here," Michael handed a litte roll of cash to her. "For emergency transport." He patted her back guiding her into the car

Instead of a endearing good bye, it felt as if she was walking towards her own funeral. Nervously she entered the truck, staring back at the couple.

"Don't come back psycho!" Michael  backed away towarda his wife's side.

"Don't miss me too much sugar tits!" Trevor yelled back .

"I won't!" He laughed.

With the last of the goodbyes the two were now back on the road. "Its just us and the road now," he cranked up the radio.

"I guess so," Genevieve lightly chuckled. Her present thoughts were far diffrent from her previous thoughts before. She could inly wonder how bad this 'home' is to be given such products and emergency transport.

Her thoughts could only imagine the state of the place. Although, Trevor seemed nice enough towards her now, she began to question whether she'd truly be able to handle him. The warning and comstant bad news around him seemed to burst her bubble and imaginary fantasy of a lovjng life.

She had to admit, he did smell funny and his choice of words and clothing was very questionable. He was also very intimidating. Yet, there was something very twisted and dark within Genevieve. Deep down, she knew why she threw herself into this situation and she was roo far gone to back out now.

Sitting back, she listened to loud bass and constant banging drums as she convinced herself to pull through. It didnt help with Amanda's words ringing in her head.

A hand slipped over ontop of hers, chocolate doe brown eyes following after. "You'll be ok, take my word for it."

Hesitantly, she nodded attempting to relax her tense limbs. Shutting her eyes, she distracted herself with the most common comfort and medicine of sleep.

"Wakey wakey," she felt a light tap on her cheek. "We're here!"

Disoriented and groggy, her eyes fluttered. She had no idea how long she'd slept, but by the mixture of orange and lilac in the sky ahe knew it was certainly long enough. Rubbing her eyes, she trailed after her new roommate.

As her body reluctantly  succumbed to reality, her eyes finally cleared up allowing her to see. Yet as she saw the house, she perfectly understood the previous warnings. She didn't even want to imagine the inside if cockroaches were already camping outside.

The stench exuding from the house was enough to induce vomit. All she wanted to do was to turn the other way and run. But... beside the door he seemed so excited to show her around.

"Tada!" He kicked the door open. An army of roaches escaped out. Immediately, Genevieve hid behind the brunet. She didnt know how she'd handle the place. It was beginning to get very tempting to use the roll of cash in her back pocket.

Leading the way, he gave a little tour of the trailer as Genevieve painfully smiled throughout. In the lastroom, the bedroom. There was a body that seemed to be rotting amongst the bed. It took almost every muscle within Genevieve to not vomit or scream. God she's done enough screaming these couple of days.

"Ron i told you not to sleep on my bed!"he yanked the corpse like body off the bed.

"He's alive?" Genevieve chocked out.

"Yup," he dropped the drunk on the floor. Another load of insects scattering from the sudden thud. "Anyways, what do you think?"he turned towards her.

"It's lovely," she nodded enthusiastically, perhaps too enthusiastic.

"Ron get the stuff out off the truck!" He kicked his ass. The blond quickly crawled out leaving the two alone.

"Ron and I won't be here until Tuesday night," he sat on the edge of the bed. "The place may be a little shabby, but its home,"Trevor hummed. "You could do whatever you'd like whilst I'm gone."

"Thank you," Genevieve lighlty pecked his cheek. Despite all her complaints, she couldn't deny the fact she was given a roof over her head. 

"I think i love you," Trevor blurted staring into her eyes.

"I think you love love," she giggled.

"Perhaps,"he stood up."It does help make life a whole lot easier."

"It really does,"she smiled at him. The two shared a short moment of just plain peaceful tranquility, for it to be ruined with a thud of a suitcase.

"I feel like my back is gonna crack!" Ron stretched.