Chapter 21- Athena

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I didn't believe that the mansion I was approaching was Michael Townley's. Michael Townley was a cocky, useless fuck that had my uncle murdered. Then he became Michael DeSanta, a lazy son of a fuck that lives in LS, the fakest place on earth, right where his sorry ass fit right the fuck in. 

I took a deep breath before entering, the pistol I took from Trevor gripped tightly in my hand.

I slowly walked down a hallway, seeing a kitchen. Before I could react, I was pushed to the ground from behind. Michael had been standing where I couldn't see him.

"Athena? I didn't expect you today. WHy don't you run back to Trevor. I think he's lonely."

"You fucking know why I'm here." Angry tears made my vision blurry. "Where is Brad?"

"Look, lets calm down and-"

"Where is my uncle YOU FUCK?" I raised my pistol and pointed it at his head. I went to stand, but lost my balance. 

"Athena. Chill. Lets talk the respectful way."

"I lost all respect for you when you fucked Trevor and I over. You ruined our lives."

"Baby girl, I don't mean to speak ill of the dead, but your uncle's death only ruined one aspect of your life. And it was that you ran right into that psychopath's arms."

"I love him!"

"No you don't."

I stood, shaking. "Yes I fucking do!"

I raised the gun again. Since he had admitted Brad was dead, it was enough for me, I looked away and pulled the trigger.

All I heard was laughter, no cries in pain. I looked at Michael, who unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his bullet proof vest. Out of anger, I pointed the un at his arm, which missed, shattering the glass of the front door. Suddenly, he door opened, and a man in a suit ran in and raised a gun at me. I shrieked and fell to the floor in pain.

"HE SHOT ME!" I screamed.

"Shut the fuck up!" Michael shushed me.

The man in the suit approached Michael. "Don't intervene, Michael. We are gonna have a little chat." Michael stepped out of the room.

"MY LEG! HELP ME!" I screamed for help.

"The sooner you listen and cooperate the sooner I'll get that bullet out of your leg. Are you sane enough to comprehend whatI just said."

"Yes." Tears streamed my face as a puddle of blood surrounded me.

"I'm FIB agent Dave Norton, and I'm here to help you. You have done some bad things, Miss Snyder. But I'm gonna help make it go away. You are probably very angry with Michael, but you will have to get in line. I was the one who got Michael out. Sadly, your uncle lost his life because of a stray bullet that day. What if I told you I can get you out of here to somewhere you can start over fresh?"

"Where? With Trevor?"

Michael came back in. "Athena, give it up. You don't love Trevor. You love that he needs you."

"That isn't completely true." I winced. "I care about him, trust me.I don't want him to need me, I don't want to be needed. I want a normal life where I can forget. I can't forget my mistakes with Trevor. He caused them."

Dave kneeled near me. "I can put you in the witness protection program. It will move you to a discrete location where Trevor Philips or any of his friends will ever find you. It may require a name change, a drastic change in appearance, and more. But we can get you out. Is this something you are interested in?"

"But T... Can I say goodbye?"

"No. We must cover it up that you are dead."

Michael smirked, "So he can go dig up her grave too?"

"So he did dig up your grave."

"You're getting an amazing opportunity, Athena. Sure it didn't work perfect for me and I became the FIB's bitch for a while, but I made out okay."

"I want this. But Trevor..."

"He will survive." Dave said quickly. "So what will it be?"

I could barely think straight with the stinging pain from my wound. But ultimately, I knew it was this or my death. I looked at Michael. "Are you really sorry?"

"Take this second chance as my sorry present to you." Michael said.

"Fine. I'll do it."

Dave grabbed my arms and pulled me up, "Help me get her to the car. Then you call your friends and form a story. Tell them she is dead. Because from now on to all of you, she is." They each helped me into Dave's nice car, before we sped away to my new beginning. 


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