Sex, drugs, and Wes Gregory

Chapter twenty nine

I knew where to go because I remembered back to when Trevor took me to the house he lived in where his mom was murdered by police officers. He had told me that it had happened in that very driveway.

When I saw his dad's death plastered all over the news, I knew that this was where he would be; sitting in the driveway of what used to be his house.

In that moment, when I realized where to find him, I knew that Wes was really Trevor Lang.

The hard time that he said he was going through was because of his fathers death.

I guess I have always really knew that he wasn't who he said he was, that he was someone else. I just never wanted to put too much thought into it, I never really cared I guess.

Maybe I didn't care because rather or not Wes was Trevor or Trevor was Wes, I would love him no matter what he has done or who he is.

None of that matter to me. I fell in love with Trevor as a person despite what he did or is going to do

The scar, the body type, the sound of their voices, their exact same laugh...it was all there. Every possible flag was waved in front of my face telling me that Wes is Trevor but I just didn't care.

It all makes sense though. Every bit of it.

TREVOR'S POV

I guess I always knew that I'd tell her my secret.

From the beginning something told me that she would e the one to figure it out, to question me, to be interested in me as a person and not just a killer.

She never asked me how I killed those people, why I killed them, where I killed them. She never questioned my hands or my body has done.

The truth is...she never cared.

It didn't phase her or cross her mind on a daily basis that I am a vicious killer. She still kept me close, she still wanted to be around me.

She didn't know Wes's secret. Or maybe she did. Maybe she just wasn't paying too much attention to it...because she fell in love with me.

Macy wasn't going to run, she wasn't going to hide when she figured it out. I knew that was so from the very beginning.

She wasn't going to freak out and get mad at me. I knew that was so from the start.

When I saw her face as I turned around to reveal the true Trevor Lang in place of Wes Gregory, she didn't look shocked, scared, or fearful.

She just stared at me, her eyes searching my face and my eyes.

Then she said:

"I'm sorry about your father"

A sad look rests in her eyes at the thought of my father dying.

I can't help the small tug of my lips at her words.

There is no questions that she asks about me really being Trevor Lang. She doesn't immediately begin to ask me things about why, how, when, where.

Just a simple "I'm sorry about your father"

This is why I need her.