Don't Come Close

Chapter 3- Trevor

My eyes snapped open. My heart was beating quickly, and my forehead was dripping with sweat. It was the same dream with Athena, only this time she walked into my office at the strip club while Anastasia was half naked on my lap. Her soft face was hardened, and angrily screamed, "Is this what you do when I'm not around?" Then she raised her gun and shot the stripped off of my lap before climbing onto me. She kissed me before saying, "I love you, T. But I don't need you." Then she stood, looked away, and shot me. 

The dry air indicated I was in Sandy Shores. I realized I was in my bed. I stood and walked to the fridge, and swung open the door. There was no beer inside, so I shouted, "Ron! Get your worthless ass in here!" Ron ran in quickly. 

"Trevor! Your home!"

"Where the fuck is my beer?"

"Oh... Yes well, you see... There were some nights when I didn't have anyone to talk to, so I came over to get a beer and I meant to replace them but I wasn't aware you were coming back so soon, I'm glad your hear T!"

"Yeah. I'm glad I'm here too. So I can kick your ass!"

"No T! I'm sorry! I'll get you some more!"

"No need. I'll go get a drink at Yellow Jacket. You stay here and don't take my stuff!"

"Sorry, Trevor!"

I walked out to my truck, and drove to the Yellow Jacket Inn. A black The Lost van owned by the gang was in the lot. A few bikers stood leaning against it. As soon as they saw me, they avoided eye contact and got into the van. 

I walked in and smiled at Janet, the woman working behind the bar.

"Trevor. You're banned." She sighed.

"Banned? This place would be dead without me here!"

"Before long everyone in here will be dead if you stay. Go, Trevor."

"I need a beer."

"Okay. One. But then you have to leave."

"Yes, mam." She handed me a beer, and I smiled. As I took a long drink, I noticed a girl in the back of the bar. She was dancing with a biker, but now wanted nothing to do with him. 

I turned around and heard her say, "Well then I don't want anything to do with you."

"Come on, baby. This is who I am. And you love me."

"I can't love a biker. And if you love being a biker more than you love me, then I can't be with you."

"You'll regret that, baby. Come on, the guys are waiting."

"No. I'm not going anywhere with you."

"I'm not kidding, come on."

"Forget it!" She shouted. "Just go, Tyler."

The biker raised his fist to her, and I decided to intervene. I finished my beer, and walked over.

"What seems to be the problem, little lady?"

"No problem here. Tyler was just leaving. "

"No I wasn't." Tyler turned around and did a double take. When he realized who I was, he stumbled back in fear. "Babe, come on. We have to go."

"She is fine here. You need to leave, Tyler." I smirked as he jogged out. I ran after him, and watched him hop in the van which sped out of the lot.

I went back to the girl. She was stroking her long dark brown hair looking worried. When she saw me walking back to her, she walked towards me.

"Sir, thank you so much. I should have broken up with him a long time ago. What is your name?" She had a slight southern accent which led me to believe she wasn't a tourist. She didn't wear any of The Lost's girlfriend's usual attire; She wore sandals and a sleeveless dress, sunglasses on top of her head and had long shiny hair. She didn't seem like the typical white, trashy girls from Sandy Shores.

"Trevor Philips. I'm an entrepreneur. Have you heard of Trevor Philips Enterprises?"

"I can't say I have. But I have heard of you. You singlehandedly drove The Lost out of Sandy Shores. I'm Briella Millar. But my friends call me Brie. My family runs the Millars Boat Shop and Fishery over in Galilee. Near Grapeseed."

"Oh yes. I heard there were some Lost there too not too long ago."

"Yeah, about two years ago." She zoned out a little, before smiling at me. "Anyway, thanks again. I should probably find my way home."

"I can give you a lift." I smiled.

"If its not too much to ask, I'm sure your busy with your business and all."

"I am, but I always have time to help a pretty lady."

She blushed, and I showed her out to my truck.