Don't Come Close

Chapter 14- Brie

I glanced around the corner at them. Trevor looked angrily at Athena. I couldn't even hear their arguing over my heavy breathing. He looked so angry, I was terrified by what he was going to do. I was terrified because not only was a gun just pointed at me, but also because Trevor likes me.

If he had said he liked me before Athena had shown up, I probably wouldn't be so scared. But Athena told me things about Trevor. Things I couldn't have guessed.

I assumed that business at the strip club meant he owned it. I assumed that he killed all those bikers because he just didn't like them. I was wrong about that. He hates them because he also runs a drug operation. That is what his business is. He never told me what exactly TPI did.

I laid on the bed on my back, and closed my eyes. My eye hurt where Athena had scratched me. My fist hurt from when I punched her in the eye.

My head hurt from the yelling and the breathing and all of the information I had just received.

My eyes snapped open when I felt the bed move, and Trevor sat on the side, and placed his hands on my shoulders. I jumped a little.

"Shh, its okay. Are you okay?" He asked quietly.

"No." I answered honestly. 

"She just went for a walk to calm down. I have to talk to her. I have to calm down a little first." I nodded. The pain from my headache filled my eyes with tears. Trevor leaned his face down and kissed me. 

He pulled away, and looked into my eyes. He sighed. "I was coming to tell you anything you wanted to know. I promise I was. I went to see a Therapist."

"A Therapist?"

"I'm trying to come to terms with my issues. Now one of them showed up, and I don't think I can talk about it. I was ready to move on. I was over her."

"Now you aren't?"

"I didn't say that. Sure, I look in her eyes and see that girl I used to love, that couldn't shoot a gun. But when I look at all of her. Her new hair, the way she held that gun at you... its not her. She isn't her anymore."

"Or maybe its who she was bound to become, Trevor."

"I can't see her the same way, anymore, Brie. I don't see the girl I needed. I see a girl who selfishly used me. And left me. She can't do that and come back, not again. Not fucking again."

"You aren't really going to cut off Michael?"

"He fucking encouraged her. Fuck him."

"He is your best friend. At least he didn't kill her."

"I was fine with her being dead. I was fine with being with you." I looked away. "You don't want to be with me." He shook his head. "I should have known. You aren't fucked up like me. Fuck." He stood up. I sat up as more tears flooded my eyes. I didn't take my eyes off of him.

He looked out the window by the TV. "Maybe you should go."

"Trevor?"

He turned back. "Maybe you should go home to your family."

"Trevor I don't want to leave. Being with you... I don't know how to describe it. I love being here with you. After being here, and feeling so free, I don't think I can go back. I don't want to go back."

"You don't want to be with me."

"Who said that?"

"I got a blowjob from a stripper last night." I looked at him with disbelief. "While we were on the phone."

"Trevor!"

"Now, go."

I just looked at him, shaking my head. "But you came home. You knew it was wrong."

"Doesn't change that we shouldn't be together."

"Trevor, do you honestly mean that? What the fuck?" I walked to him. "I thought we were friends, Trevor." 

He didn't react. 

"Fine."  I walked out of the trailer, and down the steps. I walked out of the yard, and made my way down the street without looking back. Why did he do that? Why was he making me leave? My head hurt even more as I walked down the street, toward the beach.

As I walked down the sand to try to find a boat to cross the Alamo Sea, a loud car pulled onto the sand. It stopped quickly, and a door opened. Sounded like a van. I saw a little boat approaching the Sandy Shores side of the water, and I waved at it. 

As foot steps from the van approached me, I turned. Tyler and a few familiar faces stood around me.

"Oh, hey Tyler." I said casually. I turned back around. Then my eyes widened. "What are you doing here? I told you to get out of Sandy Shores. Trevor Philips said to."

"Like I give a fuck about him."

"Look, Tyler. I know why you're here."

"Oh do you?" He asked. The bikers laughed.

"You've been looking for me."

"We have been babe."

"Because you can't get over me."

"What is it with you girls and thinking your so damn hard to get over? There's plenty of bossy bitches to go around. That's not why we are here. He nodded to one of the guys who came up to me.

"What are you do-" He put his hand over my mouth and picked me up. I struggled, trying to scream. They laughed and put me in the van. 

In the van, they handcuffed me, and the one who carried me sat near me. Tyler sat across from me, and the dark van started moving.

"I bet Trevor Philips is gonna want to get you back. That son of a bitch is gonna get something. He's gonna get whats been coming for him! Since the day he murdered our brother Johnny!"

 The other bikers cheered.

"Trevor is a good man. Johnny must have done something to deserve getting his head stomped in."

"He was fucking Ashley."

I shook my head. "Please just let me go. Just take me home."

"Tell us where Trevor lives. Then we will take you home."

"I would never do that."

"Fine with me." Tyler said, angrily.

Trevor told me to leave. He obviously convinced himself we shouldn't be together. Why would he save me? I'm not his problem. I wish I was, though.