Don't Come Close

Chapter 19- Brie

As soon as we were away from the kitchen, I scolded, "Mother, how could you?"

"Brie. This Trevor fella... He looks unstable."

"What are you talking about? This is the same man who saved my life! And the fishery in a way. I'm finally happy and you have to mess it up."

"Briella do not speak to your mother that way. You might be 22, but I am still your mother."

"What kind of mother tries to force a man down her throat." I realized how dirty it was as I said it, but brushed it off. "I love Trevor, mom."

"You will love Peter as you get to know him. Your father already calls him son."

"Wait, so you mean that him and dad just spend time together?"

"He does work here, you know. Only part time now. He owns his families old farm. He is making a life for himself."

"So is Trevor. Trevor is doing very well. I'm very well taken care of."

"He looks like he can't even take care of himself."

"I love him. He is perfect to me."

"He is double your age!"

"I don't give a fuck!" She gasped. "Mom, I'm sorry."

She shook her head, and quietly said, "Do not screw this up for me."

"For you? What do you mean for you?" I then noticed the forsale signs sitting around the living room, against the walls and hiding behind furniture. "Are you selling the fishery?"

"Briella, his family is going to spend a lot of money buying this fishery off of us. But they think they are getting it at a low price because they are family to us. At least, they will be."

"Mother!" She walked away.

I walked back to the kitchen, and I grabbed Trevor's hand. "We will be leaving now."

"You just got here!" my dad cried. "Peter here has a question for you."

Peter stood.

"Sit down, Peter." Trevor warned. He sat.

"Peter, stand!" Dad demanded.

Peter nervously stood. And so did Trevor. As Peter approached, he released my hand, but didn't leave my side.

"Um, Briella..." Peter asked nervously. He cleared his throat, and I turned and looked at Trevor. He looked furious. More furious than he did with me after Athena died. "Briella?" He said. I looked back and he was on his knee.

"For fucks sake." I mumbled. He didn't even have a ring. I looked back at T. I nodded at him. Trevor gave him a hand motion to stand. He stood, carefully.

"Why the fuck are you propsing to my lady?"

"Because I love-"

"Does she love you?"

"I don't-" He looked hard at Trevor for a second. "Hey! You're Trevor Philips! You killed the O'Neil brothers! All of them!"

Trevor punched Peter in the face, and Peter fell backwards onto his ass.

"Oh my!" My mother screamed.

"Let's go, Babydoll." Trevor grabbed my hand again, and as he walked by Peter, he kicked him in the side.

We walked quickly out to the truck, my mother yelling from the door, "Briella you are making a huge mistake!" The said, "Don't come back then!"

"Gladly!" I shouted back.

We sped away.

"I'm sorry if you didn't want me to get violent. I realize now, I didn't have to go that route."

"Look at you, looking back and realizing your actions!" I praised him. "Trevor, can you promise me something?"

"Anything, beautiful."

"Promise me you won't hurt anyone." I asked seriously. He stayed quiet. "I mean, if you didn't punch that loser in the nose, I was gonna."

"I would never do anything to hurt you, Brie. You know that, right?"

"I know Trevor." I looked nervously at him. I did know.

"The O'Neil's deserved it! The bikers did, Tyler did! Athena did." His voice trailed off.

"I'm not worried about the O'Neils. Or the bikers. Or anyone else, Trevor. I'm worried about you." My eyes got misty. "You're all I got now. I can't lose you."

He reached over and grabbed my hand.