Don't Come Close

Chapter 8- Trevor

I woke up to the front door swinging closed. I rubbed my eyes and rolled out of bed. I grabbed my phone off of the bedside table and walked out and opened the door. I saw Brie standing, facing the road, on her phone.

"No, I'm fine. I know, I know. But he isn't a stranger. He's really really nice. We are friends now. He's really growing on me."

Whoever was on the other end said some things I couldn't make out, and then Brie said, "No thanks. I believe you that this Dr. Rowan is a miracle worker or whatever you said, but I'm not gonna go see a therapist! Are you crazy? I certainly am not. We all make mistakes. Some people have made far more extreme mistakes... not you!" She giggled. I sighed, and she turned and saw me. "Good morning, Trevor! I'm talking to a friend from back home. Do you need something?"

"No, everything is fine. Go on with your conversation." She smiled, and I went back into the trailer. 

I walked over to the new couch and sat down. It was noticeably more comfortable. I Took my phone out my pocket and searched on eye find for this Dr. Rowan. As I was looking at a map of LS to see where his office is, Brie walked inside.

"What's up, Trevor?" She smiled.

"It looks really good in here. Thanks a lot cleaning."

"No problem! It smells so much better, don't you think?"

"I dunno. I was pretty familiar with the smell, so I guess I didn't really notice it.

"Lovely." She rolled her eyes. I went into my room and grabbed a tee shirt.

I got up and walked to the counter, and grabbed my keys.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to go to my business in Los Santos. I own the strip club there. I shoud be coming home tonight. If anything changes, I'll let you know."

"Oh. Dressed like that? Okay Trevor. Good luck with your business."

"Thank you, Brie. If you need anything, Ron will do it. And if you need me, call me. See ya."

"Bye, T."

I walked out to my truck, and Ron walked out from behind the trailer. I hopped in the truck and waved at him. I turned it on, and the radio blasted.

"T! Where are you going?"

"OUT!" I screamed over the music. I sped down the street, and made my way to the Senora Freeway.

As I arrived at the strip club I noticed Franklin's car in the lot. I ran inside, and caught him getting a lap dance.

"FRANKIE!!!" I yelled across the room. As I got closer, I realized the stripper was Anastasia.

They both looked up at me, and Franklin smiled, "Hey man, its good to see you. What are you doing here?"

"I'm taking your advice and-"

"I had no idea you two knew each other!" Anastasia interrupted. 

"How would you have?" Franklin asked sarcastically. She stood up, and looked at me.

"I'm so glad you're back, boss. I missed you."

"Thanks... Frank. Come with me, I have to talk to you."

"Shit, Okay."

He followed me back stage.

"What advice are you following."

"I'm going to speak to a professional."

"A professional what?"

"A therapist! So he can help me!"

He started to laugh. "What is so funny!"

"You think someone can fix you're crazy ass. We ALL tried. Even a professional couldn't help you."

"Wow. Thanks. What should I wear to this shit?"

"Oh no. You look fine. Don't go putting on a suit and let this guy miss any of this crazy get up you got on."

"What is wrong with my clothes? Why does everyone have a say about what I fucking wear?"

"Dude, I'm just saying don't try to be something you aint."

"Alright, Franklin. I'm gonna go now then, if your done criticizing me try to make myself better. You know I cant sleep?"

"Yeah, man you told me."

"You know I got a girl living with me that reminds me so much of Athena That I keep calling her Athena by mistake, and I don't even fucking hear myself when I do?"

"Uh... no I didn't hear that yet. That is a bad idea and-"

"And I need to go." I walked out of the back door to my truck, and put the address into my GPS.