Loving the Man

Chapter 18: Crash and Burn

So sorry guys, life is destroying my soul right now, so... yeh... here's my attempt at an update. (Grand Theft Auto 5 isn't really my fancy anymore...) .-.

DANIELLE'S POV

I heard a familiar vehicle pulling up into the driveway of Trevor's crappy trailer. I was shaking unbelievably bad and I was even sweating. I've gotten up three times and grabbed the shiny knife that was sitting on the counter. I'd then remember Michael, and his loss, and me never wanting to put him through that again.

I didn't want to kill myself, I was just feeling so pressured, so confused, so empty. It was driving me crazy and I just wanted answers and my normal feelings and emotions back.

"Hello..? Anyone in here?" There was a knocking on the door. I stared at it, knowing who will exactly step through that door. He thought he was a knight in shining armor. More like a wet blanket on a fire. I should've just stayed in Greendale.

"Danielle?" The door opened and Michael's worried blue-grey eyes landed on me, leaving him almost emotionally overwhelmed. 

I tried to talk, my mouth struggling to even open. My brain screamed that he was a stranger, someone I didn't know or someone who didn't belong here. The full aching in my chest had made me uneasy.

"Mi... Michael." My throat was dry as I managed to hoarsely cough. "I..."

"Come with me, we can talk during a car ride. I'm sure you want to get out of here."

"Yes... you're right. I do."

Michael looked puzzled as he slowly took another step towards me.

"Are you okay..?" His words were slow and carefully picked.

"Just fine... just fine..." I stood, my legs wobbly at first. I took a few steps towards Michael. He reached out to me and hugged me. For once in the last three hours, my heart sparked again and I hesitantly began to cuddle in his warmth. His muscles relaxed as he realized me hugging back.

"I missed you so much." Michael muttered into my neck as he kissed it softly.

I couldn't manage my words properly. It wasn't the pleasing feeling from Michael's kissing, it was the sputtering of Trevor's truck coming down the street. 

"Michael, we need to go... like, now." As much as my brain protested, I grabbed Michael's hand and dragged him out of the door. We reached the car just as Trevor was jumping out of his truck. 

"HEY! Get over here!" My brother viciously shouted towards us.

I forgot my phone, my laptop, my luggage. I didn't care. Nope, not now. I was panicking for my life. Michael jumped into the driver's seat and I followed him into the car, hopping into the passenger seat.

"Goddamn it!" Trevor howled angrily towards us. He chased after the car as Michael backed up, running into Trevor's wire fence. As he accelerated forward, I watched out of the window as Trevor marched back towards his truck to hop in it.

"Michael, hit the gas. We need to outrun him."

He didn't reply with words, only with a tromping down of the gas pedal. Talk about pedal to the metal.

Michael's car sprang out onto the highway, merging in front of a car. If we weren't being chased by my psycho brother, I probably would've screamed and told Michael to chill the hell out. But my nerves were on edge and I felt like a cat clawing into the seat.

Cars zoomed by like blurs on the highway. Was I worried about getting in an accident? Not really, no. Was I scared as hell for if my brother caught us? Fuck yeah.

Michael had his hands clenched onto the steering wheel tighter than it should've been, beings we were a 'safe' distance ahead of my brother's slower pick-up truck.

I felt more confused than ever why we were heading north, and not back towards Los Santos and the airport.

"Michael, where are we going?" I asked, relaxing the strained muscles in my arms and hands a little bit. He didn't even bother to look at me, a strange feeling radiating off of him.

"There's only one thing we can do." The cold tone in his voice had made me sick, and my brain seemed to have connected the dots I didn't want. There was truly only one way to stop my brother, and that one way was the most disturbing thing I've ever felt.

We were going to have to kill Trevor.

I didn't want to do it, especially since he was the only one there for me, my only strong pillar in my childhood and teen years.

But through the drugs and the violence, it had changed Trevor into an entire new and repulsive monster I've grown to actually despise.

"How... How are we going to do it?" I asked hesitantly, my breaths shaking in a trembling fear that seemed to peaked its hideous head.

"I don't know!" Michael's outburst took me by surprise, and I had identified such a familiar tone; he was scared too. His voice shook, "I don't know," he repeated.

The car was humming, and we had passed several cars and I could no longer feel the impending doom of Michael's and my relationship. It was as if killing Trevor truly was a way out... or was that just an idea Michael had planted firmly into my head?

"At least slow down, you're going to get us killed." I clenched my belly, a wave of nausea rushing over me like the sea on the sunny horizon.

At last, Michael finally looked over at me, the penetrating fear in his eyes striking panic into mine.

"Call your brother, tell him to meet us here. Now." Michael tossed his phone at me, and I caught it with tingling fingers.

I was nervous and scared. I didn't want to become my brother. I didn't want to be a killer, a traitor to my family. Was it really worth it? Was killing Trevor worth the tiny shot I have at a normal life with Michael?