Sleepwalking

Chapter 12- Athena

Trevor and I are sitting in his truck parked along the Land Act Dam with a great view of the grassy hills near the ocean. During my alone time with T, I can't focus on us. I hate Michael for what he did to Trevor, but I hate him more for what he did to me. That is all I can think of.

"Why haven't you found the prison Uncle Brad is locked up in? I thought you would have busted his ass out by now."

"Uh, trust me, I've thought about it. I haven't heard from Brad in, uh... years. Some things are better left unsaid I guess."

"Well that is some bull. You were best friends. I know your ass would get Brad out of that hell hole. Why don't we try? We can get L to log the penitentiaries in the country and scan for Uncle Brad's name. We can bust him out and he can see how far I've come and how wrong he was about me. He will be so proud." He didn't seem as interested in what I was saying as he was with my cleavage. "Trevor, are you serious?"

"That is a great idea, let's talk to Lester. I'll call him later-"

"Call him now. No better time than the present."

"I'm sure he is busy working on our next mission. Don't worry, I got you in on it too. You handle yourself much better than-"

"Trevor what is wrong with you? Call him." He scratched his neck. "Call him now and you can feel me up." I bribed him.

"Hey missy, I'll feel you up when the right time has presented itself. You aren't going to tell me what to do, I'm in charge here."

"Are you? I know you love it when I take charge." I moved my hand from my leg to his leg. He tapped his foot, shaking his leg. "Am I making you nervous, Trevor?"

"Not nervous, very very happy."

"Call first, touch second."

He picked up his phone and called Lester. "Lester. Look up Bradley Snider please. Check the whole country until you find him. The world if you have to."

He hung up before Lester could have possibly reacted. Or even comprehended what Trevor said.

Trevor took a second to put his phone in his pocket before reaching over in the truck to kiss me. Before he could, I clicked my seatbelt closed.

"I'm actually kind of tired, can you give me a ride home?"

He growled. "You are a very mean girl, Athena. I thought you were going to keep your word."

"We are going to do it right, not in your dumb truck. And I am tired."

He kissed my cheek. And then buckled his seat belt. "My truck is not dumb, and how are you tired? It's not like you are working."

"Fucking get us some work, then." As he drove down the dusty road back to the streets of Los Santos, my mind started to wander. I tried to analyze the day Trevor and I met. I was very young at the time and was pure enough to not know what kind of things him and Uncle Brad did. I always kinda thought they were together. Uncle Brad hated women, and T flirted with him a lot. Looking back, I guess it was jokingly because Trevor hates people who hate women. He believes anyone can do a job, even a small girl who doesn't run very fast and can't handle a gun well.

What I have learned about guns is that you pick one up to shoot it at something. Shooting targets is a sport, shooting animals is a sport. Shooting people is not a sport and is actually fucked up. So when you pick up a gun in Trevor's game, you plan on shooting it at a person, and if you don't shoot it, you will be shot.

He plays a twisted game that dangles him from the ledge of life, hanging over the endless drop to death. He is dangerous and toxic. He is a toxic person, but I can't get away calling him that because I am not much better than him. My anxiety is calmed by prescriptions my brother forces me to take and often consumes my thoughts while doing a job.

"What kind of scores are you looking to run in?" He asked as we cruised through pillbox hill, attracting many eyes to the loud red Bodhi. I didn't answer. I knew what lengths we would have to go to bust Uncle Brad out of jail, and I was willing to go them.

When we pulled up at my apartment. Trevor ran around the truck to open my door for me.

"Why are you so weird?" I giggled as he lent me his hand to guide me out of his truck.

He laughed and he placed his hands on my hips and I placed mine on his shoulders. "What are you doing tomorrow, Athena?"

"I was going to look for a job. A real one. I need some kind of order in my life, I feel unorganized. I know you don't understand because you are the definition of unorganized."

He bent his torso to kiss me on the forehead, but I tilted my head so our lips met. I felt him smile though the unexpected kiss, and when it was over we embraced each other before saying goodbye.

As he got into the car and I opened the door to go to my apartment, I said under my breath,

"Why didn't you kill that prick, Trevor? Why didn't you clip Michael Townley?"