Tortured love ~ a Trevor Moran fanfiction

Chapter 15

Hi guys I know it's been a while sorry about that. I needed some time, a lot of time. I don't know if I should continue this story or not but here's the next chapter for now.

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After I ended the call I filled jc in on the news, soon after I finished he ran to go wake up the boys. Apparently I had a sister named Delilah summer Hansen. She lived in a foster home right after she was born, why I don't remember my mom being pregnant I have no idea. Yet again there is a lot of secrets I don't know the answer to. I was sitting on the couch when I heard the heavy footsteps of 6 teenage boys running down the steps.

Trevor instantly ran to my side and sat down, taking my hands in his.

"What happened? Jc told us you had some big news that was urgent." He said, "umm I don't exactly know how to say this. For some reason I don't remember a lot of my childhood. There are bits and pieces missing and people I should know but can't put a face to, and it turns out I have a sister that my parents abandoned, I don't even remember her. they decided to put her in our custody as long as we were okay with taking her in."

I stared at him for a while, he seemed to be thinking hard about something. I sat there studying his face. The way he would zone out when thinking seriously about something, he would often bite his lip and scrunch his eyebrows randomly.

"So when do I get to meet her?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"you really want to meet her? I thought you wouldnt want to. Wait what if we suck at raising a child? What will she think of me? What if she is just like me? What if she hates me?" I looked over to Trevor and he looked slightly pissed. oops. Out of nowhere he tackled me, i was trapped between the couch and him.

"Tell me you will do the best you can to raise her like she is your own, and if she does have these issues we will help her through everything together, and believe me she will love you."

It took me a while because being the insecure little shit i am my brain was finding every flaw it could with what he said. What if my best isnt good enough? How could i work on my recovery and also work on hers? That is if she is like me. And you never know she could hate me. Also what if she looks like my dad? Im not sure i can raise something that looks just like him, i can hardly deal with myself. Trev was still evpecting an answer from me so I answered honestly, but I still had my doubts.

"I promise."

"good now go try to get some sleep, ill call the nice lady back and set everything up.'

He released my arms from his suprisingly strong grip, like holy shit i think he gained 5 lbs overnight. Not that i dont like it, i was actually happy he was filling out. i had noticed several major changes in him, he grew about 3 inches, his arms were no longer so skinny, but now lined with muscle like how you would expect somebody on their first year of college would be. He has also been going through shoes quickly and went from about a 12 to a 13 mens. His jaw is also a lot sharper looking and his face has gotten wider, more like a man than a young man. Hes not the only one who has changed, Ive noticed a lot with me too, my hips have grown and my chest went from a B to a C quickly. It could be because i have been eating more than what im used to and but most likely the whole growth spurt thing.

He got off the couch, smirking because of the way my eyes followed his every move. I quickly grabbed the plumb colored pillow off of the couch and threw it at his head. He grabbed it out of the air and to further embarrass me in front of the boys, he picked me up and pushed pressed my back up to the wall, yet again trapping me between something and him. He then kissed his way down my neck till he hit that spot where one collarbone stoppes before the little crevace between the two, unable to stop myself i moaned. quite loudly might i add. he then set me back down on the couch and left the room.