Kiss My Tears Away (Trevor Philips X Reader)

Chapter 11

You examined the remains of your cast on the floor of Trevor's trailer as Ron examined your bare arm. Ron moved your arm around slowly.

"Do you feel any pain when I do this?"

Shaking your head, you answered, "Nope."

He got up from where he was sitting next to you on the couch and entered the bathroom for a moment before reappearing with a wet towel. He sat down again and began wiping the sweat from your arm. He stood up again once he was done and gathered up his supplies.

"Well, Miss Y/N, it seems your arm is officially healed. Now, try not to let Trevor tackle you down and break it again."

You let out a laugh as you moved your wrist around for the first time in about ten weeks, "Thanks, Ron," you said with a smile. He smiled back before leaving you alone in the trailer.

Then, it was just you. You were used to being left alone at Trevor's place while he was out doing whatever he had to do. Most of the time, he would leave to go help Chef out with something at the kitchen. You learned to bring books and your laptop over with you so you weren't so bored. You rose to your feet and entered Trevor's bathroom, stripping down to take a shower. The smell of your bare arm was getting to you and you wanted to wash it.

Once you finished showering, you threw on one of Trevor's shirts and a pair of underwear and proceeded to his bedroom. Grabbing a book out of your bag, you sat down on his bed and read until he got back.

About an hour had past when your concentration was torn away from your book by the overwhelmingly loud sound of a bunch of motorcycles arriving at the trailer. You dog-eared the page you were on and quickly tip-toed toward one of the windows of the mobile home. The place was surrounded by a few motorcycles, a black van, and men clad in leather, all labeled with a logo: The Lost MC. A sick feeling brewed in the pit of your stomach. You moved away from the window, hoping they didn't see you.

"Okay, okay, okay…" You whispered to yourself, "You're gonna be alright."

You heard a rough male voice yell outside, "TREVOR!" You trembled and covered your mouth with your hands to silence yourself. Looking around the room, you frantically searched for your phone. You noticed it toward the head of the bed. You positioned yourself to slowly crawl to go get it when a gunshot rang out. You let out a small scream and covered your ears. You heard a bullet casing hit the floor of the living area.

I don't want to die, you thought to yourself, tears burning in your eyes. You hoped that Ron would help you, or Trevor, or anyone.

"TREVOR, WHERE ARE YOU?" The man's voice called out, "YOU CROSSED US FOR THE LAST TIME!"

Another shot hit the trailer. You saw a cloud of dust float through the air near where the bullet shot into the home. The sound of footsteps approached the door. You hugged your shaking knees to you from where you sat on the floor by the wall. There was a short moment of silence before the man kicked down the door. You jumped and put your head down, despite not really being religious, you decided to pray. You prayed that they'd just leave you alone. You prayed that someone, anyone, would come and help you. You prayed for your life.

With your eyes closed tight, you listened as the sound of heavy boots stomped toward you, stopping a few feet in front of you. You opened your eyes and slowly raised your head toward the man in front of you.

"P-Please don't kill me…" You whimpered.

The man knelt down in front of you and ran a hand through your hair. You shuddered under the touch of this stranger. You both locked eyes before he spoke, "Can't make no promises."

Before you know it, you were being lifted up and carried away, kicking and screaming. You looked toward Ron's trailer next door as the stranger lugged you toward the black van.