Lucky (GTA V)

38: Everytime

(Aesthetic for the chap above; Britney pics from womanzer on tumblr)
it's also probably my favorite chapter in all of this story. Written on 2/27/16 (and of course a few things added after, but the majority of it was written 2/27/16)

(trigger warning)

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"Trevor please call down." I said coolly. "Please." I begged. Trevor ignored me and my hand on his knee. I sighed and leaned away and slightly shook my head and looked down into my lap, feeling tears sting in my eyes.

Trevor pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and pulled to an abrupt stop in front of the entrance. Cameras were flashing the second I stepped out of the car. Paparazzi were shouting my name, asking questions. Mostly about who was the strange man who drove me? Why were we holding hands earlier.

Trevor tossed the keys to the nervous valet. I ignored them for as long as I could behind my sunglasses and my hat. I could see it in Trevor's eyes that he was highly agitated and annoyed. I prayed he wouldn't cause a scene.

We walked through the hotel lobby where there was a magazine stand where my face was plastered with tabloids about me being pregnant, dead, on drugs, etc. The paparazzi followed with their cameras flashing and constant yelling and questions.

Trevor roughy grabbed a handful, crumpling them and ripping them up. The attendant of the stand didn't move. Only stared at Trevor in fear. I didn't blame him, Trevor didn't look like a nice person. Especially while he stood here tearing up magazines.