De Santa (A Grand Theft Auto V story)

Chapter Twenty Eight

CHELSEA

The room was cold, dark, quiet, and, when I moved my feet to find Trevor was no longer there, empty. "Trevor?" I called out but got no response. I slowly got off the couch and made my way over to the tv and turned the dial, but nothing happened. Was the power out? I could hear faint muffled shouting coming from outside, telling me that Trevor wasn't far and most likely at Ron's. I made my way to the bathroom and relieved myself, but as I was finishing up, I heard the front door quietly open and the sound of heavy boots on the hardwood floor enter the kitchen.

"I'm in the bathroom, Trevor," I called out, the footsteps stopped. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. "I think the power's out, I can't turn the tv on." Trevor didn't respond. "Trevor?" I dried off my hands and pushed open the bedsheet-turned-bathroom-door and screamed as a large hand covered my mouth and pinned me to the bathroom wall. I hit my assailant as hard as I could, clawed at him, but I froze in fear when a cold steel blade pressed stained my throat.

"Shh shh shh shh shh shh shh," The low voice whispered. My muffle screams turned into a low whimper and tears began to roll down my face. This wasn't a joke...this wasn't Trevor. "That's right just calm down, calm down." I knew this voice and the realization made my heart plummet. "I don't wanna hurt you, I just wanna talk. Can we do that?" I tried to nod, but it was subtle, for I was afraid to cut myself on the knife. "Okay, I'm gonna remove my hand, but if you scream, I will end you. Do I make myself clear?" I subtly nodded once more and he removed his hand from my mouth. "Where's Trevor?"

"I-I don't know." I lied.

"Where is he?" He lowly snarled.

"I swear I don't know." I sobbed.

"Stop crying!" I tried to force back my tears, my sobs calmed into a hysterical bout of hiccups.

"W-Where's Reggie?" He didn't respond. "Arty, where's R-Reggie? What did you do—" Arty covered my mouth once more.

"So, the info I got was true. I heard he went and warned you, I didn't want to believe it, I actually liked Reg. Still, I knew he was planning something with some of the other members of the MC, and I couldn't stand for that. He said I was crazy, losing my mind, but my mind has never been more clear in my entire life. All my life I was told that I couldn't have what I wanted, what I needed...it was always the same fucking excuses. 'You don't need it,' 'we can't afford it,' like a fucking broken record. All that is a thing of the past now. I take what I want and no one tells me no."

"Mmm!" I muffled and Arty finally uncovered my mouth, allowing me to breathe. "A-And what is it you want? I've got money, I can give you money—"

"I don't want your money, sweetheart." Arty's free hand gently stroked my hair. "I just want what I'm owed."

"What are you talking about?"

"You. You were flirting like crazy and you just walk away? That's not how shit fucking works with me."

"I was drunk."

"You think I care?"

"P-Please don't hurt me." I whimpered. "I-I'll do anything, please, just don't hurt me."

"Oh, I know you will." Arty gently lifted my hair up to his nose and took in a deep breath, inhaling my scent. Taking a chance of an opportunity to escape, I quickly lifted my knee and slammed it into his groin. "GAH!" Arty snarled. I quickly shoved him into the shower and ran for the front door. My fingertips just barely hit the door when Arty gripped me tightly by my hair and dragged me back, slamming my head as hard as he could into the door frame. I instantly saw stars and the room faded into darkness. I could hear everything, but my body felt numb.