Don't Come Close

Chapter 12- Trevor

There was a knock on my door, I looked at the time and I had been reading for 3 hours. I was skimming the book at first for my pseudonym in Dr. Friedlander's book about Michael. But then I started to really read Michael's depiction of life in North Yankton.

I shouted to the door, "Come in unless it's my mother." The door opened and Anastasia came in. "Oh, hi."

"Hello, Mr. Trevor. My shift ended at 11. I've been waiting around to come see you. What do ya say?"

"What the hell, let's do it."

I started to stand, but she pushed me back down on the couch. "Stay there." She whispered. She was only in her underwear, so she unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor, then she got on her knees in front of me. I started unbuttoning my jeans, and stood a little to take them off. She tossed them aside, and left my underwear around my ankles. As her hand wrapped around my cock, I weirdly remembered to call Brie and tell her I wasn't coming back tonight.

"I gotta make a call. Wait one second."

"How about we play a game. You have to try to have a normal conversation while I give you a handjob."

"Good luck with me losing. I am always jacking off when I'm on the phone."

"I wish you called me more."

I laughed and called Brie. She answered after a few rings.

"Hey, Trevor."

"Hey. Everything okay?" I asked as Anastasia's hand wrapped around my dick.

"Everything is great! I made up with my parents!"

"That is really great, Brie! Did you tell them about me?"

"A little. They want to meet you. I mean, if you want to meet them. I told them we could any time, really."

"I would like that." I held back a moan. "But I don't think I will be coming home tomorrow. Probably two days."

Anastasia evil grinned at me and started to swirl her tongue around my dick. "Oh. Okay Trevor. Well, I hope everything is okay." My breathing picked up and gasped as she deep throated my cock. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"Nothing! I'll talk to you tomorrow. Night!" I hung up quickly and tossed my phone aside. 

As Anastasia gave me an okay blowjob, all I could think about was Brie's voice. I didn't want to be doing this with Anastasia. If I could have it my way, I would be with Athena. But she is gone. And Brie wants me to meet her parents. And she is sexy, and she cares about me. And she is at my trailer just waiting for me. And I have put every thought of her in the back of my mind because I don't want to hurt Athena. But that isn't possible anymore. 

Now I'm not enjoying it at all because I realize how dumb I am.

"How's it feel, babe?"

"Don't call me that. It was lovely, but I must be going."

"What? You aren't gonna fuck me?"

"Nah. See ya later." I got up and grabbed my jeans.

"Wow. You could have just told me to fuck off. Sorry that I'm so bad."

"You're not bad. I've gotten better from my buddy Wade. Anyway, I got a lady now. At least, maybe."

I went on Dr. Rowan's site, and called the number. I was really hoping it was his cell, and not the office number.

"Dr. Brett Rowan's personal number, who may this be?"

"It's Trevor Philips."

"Oh Trevor! It's so nice to hear from you again so soon. How are things?"

"I thought about it, and I'm gonna go to Sandy Shores tonight and tell Brie what she wants to know. Maybe if I open up to her and get vulnerable she might like to try something with me, or whatever."

"Wonderful, Trevor! I'm so glad you are taking my advice. Since you will be far away, you can call when you need to talk. If I don't answer I will call you back, I promise."

"Okay, Dr. Rowan. i'm gonna go now."

"Okay, Trevor! I won't charge for this call because I am so delighted that you took my advice. Have a nice night, I would love to hear about the outcome. Good luck."

I hung up, and got in my truck. I took a deep breath and started to drive.

I thought about how this was what Athena wanted. She didn't want the pressure that came with being with me. I almost had the letter memorized now. But I got it confused with what I wanted to hear. I tried to run through it but I got stuck at the end.

"Dear Trevor,

Good morning, babe. If you're reading this, I'm on my way to Los Santos. I know about Brad. That hes dead. I'm not angry with you for not telling me. Even though, you kind of told me. I figured it out on my own, though. I'm not upset with you for hiding this information from me. Mostly because it was hidden from you. We were both lied to. And I'm sorry for lying to you. You might not know this, but I'm not okay. I can't kill for a living, Trevor. I would've for Brad. I will for Brad. I will be going to Michael's home, and shooting him. He will be my last kill. He has to be killed. We are all just blocking his view of the sun. Its a matter of time before he tries to have you killed."

That is as far as I remember. The rest, I try to forget.

By the time I am in Sandy Shores, it is 3 AM. I pull into the Yellow Jacket Inn. I walk in and sit at the bar.

"Fuck off, Trevor." Janet greeted me.

"Two beers please. Gee, Janet I forgot to thank you. I met a wonderful girl in here, I'm actually on my way to open up my chest and fucking hand her my still beating heart, hoping for her affection in return." She was quiet. "Not in the mood to talk?"

"Fuck you." She gave me the beers. I nodded, and zoned out. After I finished them I just wandered around the bar, drinking a third beer. Before I knew it, I was drinking my fourth, and it was almost 6 AM. "You still here, Trevor?" Janet called to me.

"Yeah."

"Aren't you gonna go get that girl some flowers? The stand down the road opens at 6."

"She seems like a flowers kinda girl. Thanks Janet. How do I look?"

"Like you should sleep a few days."

"So normal?"

"Yeah, Trevor. Now leave!"

"Oh, Janet, how I'll miss you so."

"Just leave."

I left, and drove to the fruit and flower stand. I got a "bouquet" or whatever the guy called it, and then went to the trailer. Since I took my sweet time getting the flowers, it was home at about 7. I cleared my throat, grabbed the flowers and walked into the trailer.