When normal meets abnormal

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How does it happen that you, a normal and hardworking lady meets someone like Trevor, a murderous lunatic that somehow has an attachment and devoted love to you.

Now you are sitting beside him in his car, listening to him sing his favourite punk songs while talking about his time flying planes for the military. All the pictures that used to be strippers or porn stars is now pictures of you and him. He cleaned out his car in the first week of being your boyfriend and it turned out great. He assigned your seat to you and said "do what you want with it. Have pillows or blankets, I don't care. It's your seat now."

Until you get to witness his rampages and tantrums. Although he never aims any hate or harm at you, it's always a challenge trying to refrain yourself from saying the wrong words in case it makes him even more anger than he would be. When you accidentally do, he just closed his eyes and excuses himself for some fresh air. He'll come back in a few hours, obviously painted in blood.

Then you get to approach him in a more vulnerable manner. A few hours after every rampage, he smothers himself in his bed and sobs uncontrollably, calling himself worthless and stupid. You end up patting his back while he's sprawled out over you, mumbling his whole life story while crying and choking on tears. You learnt that saying nothing is the best medicine. Just being there to wipe away tears or rub his back makes him feel better quicker than speaking to him because it's more likely that he won't listen.

Other moments where you are showing Trevor your workplace and your job is unforgettable as well. He is genuinely interested in your life and will take mental notes of your work hours so he could pick you up, or drop off lunch for you. Trevor listens to you, most of the time, and therefore, remembers some of your preferences. He invited you over once just to show you the fridge filled with your favourite alcoholic drink. Yes, ALCOHOLIC, not soda or juices.

You love how loyal he is as well. Within the first few months of being official, he introduces you to his close friends. They seemed surprised to see you as a normal lady, but in a way they're more relieved. He mentions you in almost every conversation, smirking as he does.

Trevor would never betray you in any sense. This might be the consequence of growing up with a mentally abusive mother considering he feels the need to rub your back, give you food, give you drinks, and let you boss him around. As dominant as he seems, with any lady he cares for, he'll soon be the definition of a 'bottom boy'. He panics whenever you seem upset or angry, and he'll blame it on himself if he can't cheer you up.

Although he's sometimes busy with his business, he'll always send you a message whenever he can. Yep. He gets attached very easily. Obviously you get these days where you wake up with a rather explicit photo of his parts with the caption 'thinking of you', but that is Trevor trying to say 'I'm only thinking of you'.

But it's okay, at least you know he's trying his best to make this a long-term relationship and not some weekly hookups. You were the first to decline his booty calls when you first met. You did like him, but you wanted to befriend him before the friendliness in the bedroom. Trevor was surprised by this but never pushed you anymore than his usual teasing.

We all know Trevor is murderous and dangerous, but with the people he loves and cares for, he tries his best to be normal (apart from Michael or Franklin). He knows you want to keep your life as normal as possible, even though you are dating a drug dealer and criminal, but he never brings you into his business or crimes. He will occasionally come home with some packages to hide but you never will question him about it, what is his business is not yours. Unless it's a personal case that you will need to know.

When you two go out for dates or days out, you do get strange looks mainly because you have a rather strange looking man wobbling around with his arm hanging over your shoulder. He has a look that could kill but he always limit himself in public with you so he doesn't get into any fights or arguments. Most of the time he doesn't, but on the occasions he does? Yeah, well he just tells you to wait outside or in the car. These mainly happen whenever he 'swears' that a man looked at you funny. So basically any man that looks at you, sexually or not.

Every couple has weekly arguments or more, with Trevor, it can last longer, but he always tried harder to love and please you afterwards. No, not just the bedroom. Outside of the bed as well. He may give you random and strange gifts that he'll leave outside your door, or he may kneel down and bury his face in your stomach while crying his eyes out. Yep, MOTHER ISSUES. You always welcome him with open arms, unless he does anything that you can't forgive... like the time he punched one of your co-workers for eating your lunch, because you messaged about it to him and complained. You almost got fired but luckily you still got the job. It took a few weeks to recover from it but once you did, you made it sure that Trevor understood your boundaries and trust me, he will never forget the fire you had in your eyes when you found out.

You've come to the conclusion that Trevor is not soft, he is still Trevor around you, but he is more controlled and he seems more normal than... well, then before he met you. He said you have balanced him out. Whether that is a good thing or not, but you are glad he's managing to contain himself. Although he tries to spoil you rotten and would do anything for you, he would never call himself soft. (He directly told you not to tell anyone that he's soft, so shhhh).

But overall, having a long-term relationship with a lunatic can be quite eventful but you are SO lucky that Trevor is more empathic than... psychopathic. He has feelings, believe it or not, and he does treasure relationships harder than anyone else you'd know. Trevor will NEVER forget any occasion where you even remotely lost any part of his trust. (Cough cough, Michael).