In Love With A Psycho (Trevor Phillips x Reader)

School

When we got to Los Santos I saw a big villa, there was two other cars there, "who's cars are they?" I asked, "My wife and daughter," He replied, pulling into the driveway, I was surprised Michael was married, "Married huh?" I said, getting out the car, walking up to the front door, it opened and a lady with stringy brown hair and was wearing sports clothes came down the stairs, "Michael! Why the fuck have you brought home a hooker!? You dumbfuck! Tracey is here!" The lady screeched, "Hey shut your fucking mouth! You're the whore here not her!" he yelled, she let off a vicious scream and ran into another room, I heard Michael let out a heavy groan next to me and lead me upstairs, "Here, you can sleep in my daughter's bed, she left home to stay with this fucking boy for a few days," Michael said, opening a room, it was lined with pink wallpaper and was very tidy, there were photos of various pop music boy bands that I wouldn't know of. Michael sat me down on the bed, "Kid, i'm taking you home tomorrow," Michael said, smiling, waiting for my reaction, I didn't know wether to be happy or sad.. Would I ever meet trevor again? I wouldn't lie, I did have feelings for him.. who am I kidding?! This whole drama with Mike and Trevor was an adrenaline rush, but it did need to stop, "Thanks so much Mike!" I said back smiling, he smiled and chuckled at me, we sat there, looking at the floor for a while, "well kid, I'm gonna go argue with my wife, night," He said, ruffling my hair, I punched him playfully back, he closed the door and waved goodbye, It reminded me of when I was a little girl and my dad used to put me to bed, I missed home terribly, I got straight into the fresh-smelling bed and fell asleep almost immediately with Trevor on my mind. I woke up at about three in the morning when I heard someone come in through the door screaming, I went downstairs putting my back to the wall, just in case it was someone dangerous, it was a 16 year old i'd say, blonde teenage girl, she ran upstairs and saw me and screeched, "Dad! There's a thief in the house!" she screamed in my face, suddenly Michael came running out in his underwear, "where trace?!" He yelled with a gun in his hand, "Look! Can't you see dad right there!" she squeaked pointing at me, I just looked confused, I had no idea who this girl was, I was assuming she was Mike's daughter, "No, no Trace, that's just (Y/N)," He said, sighing with relief and putting the gun down on a side table, "the fuck is she?!" she said with her hands on her hips, "Trace just go to sleep she's a work friend," He said, she groaned and went into her room slamming the door, I smiled at Michael again and he smiled back in a tired way, "sofa's downstairs, help yourself to anything, hell, take one of my cigarettes if you want," He said, going back to his room, closing the door, I glanced at the pistol he left on the table, he did say i could help myself to anything, I looked at it, and slowly walked over to it, picking it up, I felt power, the gun actually felt heavier than I thought it would, I took it downstairs with me, I might ask him the next morning if I could take it, I knew the answer would already be a big 'hell no' but I have my ways of getting around, and no not in that way if you were thinking! Just by persuading. I laid down the gun on the coffee table and fell asleep on the sofa. I woke up to the noise of yelling upstairs, I wondered how Mike could stand it, then I saw Mike come downstairs I was already sitting down on the sofa, Mike lighted a cigarette and puffed out a spiral of grey smoke, "see you've found my gun," he said, I nodded, I didn't feel like fighting for the gun so I just shut up and stared at the wall, "You wanna keep it kid?" he said, striding around the kitchen, "really?" I said, swinging around and sitting on my knees, "yeah, I dunno why not?" I said, I dunno, because I don't know how to use it? I said to myself, "thanks Mike," I said, smiling, he smiled back, after he finished his cigarette he grabbed his keys, "ready to go kid?" he said, I nodded and we walked out the door and got in his tailgater, we drove for about an hour not speaking until I saw a familiar road, the road leading to my house, we pulled up outside, "well kid," Michael said, I got out the car, "thanks for dropping me home," I said, he shook his head, "No problem kid," He said, laughing, I went around to his side of the car and hugged him, and walked up to the front door, turning around, "see you when I see you then," I said, waving, he waved back and I went inside the house, my mom ran up to me and cooed over at me, of course my first instinct was to pretend to be in shock so I could get time off school, typical me, my dad went to talk to Michael, the rest of the day was a blur, we had dinner, I did homework and everyone acted like nothing happened, it got towards the end of the day and it started to get dark, I laid down in my bed, peering over at the gun on the table in the corner, and I slowly fell asleep,