Grand Theft Auto VI

Los Santos

Los Santos was filled with opportunities, assholes, and a lot of booze. I was a 23 year old girl looking for my father, Trevor Phillips. my mother didn't want my dad to be in my life because... well she never really explained why, but I'm sure there must be a perfectly good reason for her decision. I was old enough and I knew that I could handle myself. I've been through therapist after therapist and some either end up mutilated by my own hands or they end up returning my mother her money due to the fact that I can't control my own anger. When I turned 13 I had various arrests in my records. I wasn't very friendly with anyone but at least I made it through high school. I finished college and I wasn't really doing much with my life. My mother and I moved to Los Santos to look for better opportunities. North Yankton was turning into complete crap. Jobs weren't very good and the weather was terrible. Los Santos was a much better choice. As I entered the Vanilla Unicorn i was greeted by this guy with dreadlocks and a jersey. "I can't leave as much as I wanted to, these ladies won't let me leave." I looked at him and rolled my eyes. I walked towards the barista and asked for the manager. "Sweetie the manager is never here! If you want to speak with him, go to Sandy Shores." She said as she poured me a drink. "Here, it's on me. My names Hayley by the way. What about yours?" She chugged the drink down and as I drank the alcohol I choked out "My name is Alice, *cough* Alice Phillips." Hayley stood up straight as though my last name was a shock to her system. "D-Did you just say 'Phillips'?" I tilted my head down and nodded. "Dude is Trevor your uncle or something?" I looked up and shook my head. "N-No I, uh, he's my father. I came to look for a job here. I wanted to meet him. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to locate him. I had no idea he lived in LS." She took out a business card and turned it backwards. She took out a pen as well and wrote a phone number. "Here. My number. Whenever you're ready to meet your father, I'll take him to you. No worries. BUT you gotta get me a promotion. Deal?" I thought about if for a second. Should I trust her? How do I know that she's telling the truth? Should I even be here talking to her? "Hey, so do you wanna do it?" I stuck my hand out and shook her hand. "Deal." She pulled me in for a kiss and I immediately pulled back. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT!?" As I wiped the saliva from my lips, she laughed and said "Thats how you seal a deal with a demon." I looked at her in complete shock. "Why would you kiss me?" I took a step back and turned the other way. "Hey don't forget to call me!" As I sped through the exit, I bumped into a nice elegant man. He had nice blue eyes and a very fancy suit. "Pardon me. I came to have a fun night away from my wife and kids." I looked at him in confusion. "Dude I don't give a shit what you're here for." As I proceeded to walk out the door he shouted "woah! Hey! Wait. Why don't I give you a little something and we can go to a nice little spot right outside of Vinewood? Huh? Doesn't that sound nice... Uhh what's your name again beautiful?" I immediately turned around and pinned him against the wall. "Listen old man! I'm not here to let you fuck me in your fancy fucking car! I don't want your dirty money! I don't care how far you'd ta-" then I paused for a moment. What if he can take me to my dad? What if I just kill him and take his car? No but I need someone to be with me when I meet him. Should I tell him my story? "Sorry sir. I, uh, didn't mean that. I'll go anywhere with you for just 20 bucks and maybe a small favor." He looked at me for a bit as he fixed his suit. "Look kid, you're obviously too young for me. I can't take you anywhere. Sorry." As he walked pass me he whispered "meet me in the back of the club in 10 minutes." I grinned and walked right back to Hayley. I wasn't ready for this prostitution. I wasn't ready to do any sort of sexual activity. Even if my life depended on it. As I walked out of the club and walked towards the back of the alley I felt someone staring. "Hey! Mikey! What are you doing here?!" The fancy man's voice gave me chills down my spine once he replied to the other mysterious man. "Nothing T, I was just leaving actually. I got this thing going on tonight. I'll catch up later!" I walked a bit faster towards the back. "Alright Mikey! See ya! Come on Ron!" I waited for what seemed to be forever. My heart was racing, but I didn't understand why. I had been through worst. A car honked and I jumped. I turned around and saw the fancy man. He drove by and stopped by my side. "Get in baby." I rolled my eyes and got into his car. As he softly touched my thigh I said "won't your wife find out?" He pulled back and looked at me in anger. "Don't you dare ruin my fucking fun! My wife has done worse sweetheart! This is nothing." I felt my temper get hotter. I felt angry. I wanted to choke him. So I did. I was gripping onto his fucking throat ever so tightly. I looked at him and whispered "the only person who is getting fucked tonight is you babe. By a fucking train! How about that huh?! Mikey!" As I strangled him he managed to choke out " only Trevor calls me that.." I automatically let go as soon as I heard the word Trevor. Could it be my father? I whispered to him "Phillips?" He looked at me confused. "Wh-what was that? *cough* what did you say?" I sat back down on the passenger seat and turned to him and asked "Trevor Phillips? Is that who you were talking to outside the club?" He took a sip of his whiskey that he had stashed in the glove compartment. "Yeah he's a... Well he's my best friend. I basically grew up with the guy! Why? Are you some girl who wants to take revenge of his father or something? Because if you are, please don't kidnap me. I've been through enough with that!" I shook my head. "No" I murmured, "he's my father. I came looking for my father. It's been years. I came to look for him. Do you think I can speak to him?" He looked at me for a while. "What's your name kid?" Coming back from deep into my thoughts I responded almost a minute and half late. "The name is Alice. I was born and raised in North Yankton many my mother. She and I have been here for a couple of weeks now. I came looking for a better life and now I happen to find out my father lives here too. I couldn't help but ask you for a ride after I finished riding you. But I guess you're a big enough asshole that I just snapped and nearly strangled your fucking head off. Anyways. I just came for a job and that's it. I really just want to live here and have a good time." He began to laugh so much he turned bright red. "Haha! Kid your father is not Trevor. I know T! He wouldn't get anyone pregnant. He would always have abortions!" Making my hands into a fist I spat out through my teeth in anger. "Does the name Samantha Winchester ring a bell?!" He straightened his posture and looked around. "Samantha Winchester? Sama- Sammy?! He got my ex girlfriend pregnant!? That motherfucker!" Not being able to control myself anymore I punched his face and kicked him in his stomach. "Listen! I came out of my mother and became her most important person in the world! If you truly loved my mother you would have stayed and I'm sure that my father would have had a very good reason to have stayed with my mother as well! Maybe you were the reason he left! Maybe I should do the same to your wife as you did to my mother you big fat fucking hypocrite!" I stormed out of the car and began to walk towards the club. I heard his car door open and close and a few footsteps running behind me. When I turned around to face him there was a man by the trash bin. He looked very into my face and had no hair on the top of his head. He was like a human form of Homer Simpson. He had stubble on his face and had a grey tank top. He wore brown boots with sweatpants that looked like they had blood stains. His knuckles were bloody but his facial expression was soft. He kept walking toward 'Mikey'. As he approached closer and closer towards the fancy man he urged me to stay quiet. When he got right behind the fancy man I stood there then he said. "the name is Michael, sweetie. DeSanta. Michael DeSanta. I can help you find Tre-" "Find me for what?" I looked in disbelief. There he was. The man I had been looking for all these years. He was the one I had been looking and wishing for ever since I can recall. He was so... Weird and tall. He wasn't at all handsome or at least rich-looking. As Michael turned around to face my dad he said "Trevor, you fucking asshole! You fucked Sammy and created a fucking kid! This is your daughter Alice!"