Kiss My Tears Away (Trevor Philips X Reader)

Chapter 12

You laid on your side on Trevor's bed. Your eyes burned. You'd been crying continuously for what must have been hours and it started to feel like you had run out of tears. You felt dirty, you felt humiliated, you felt the weakest you've felt in months. You listened to the creak of Trevor's rugged boots pacing the linoleum floor of the living area.

"How could you just SIT there and watch them take her?!" he yelled at Ron who was also out there with him.

"I-I-I tried, Trevor…" Ron stammered.

"Tried?! You tried? She's laying in there with a fucking black eye and cuts and bruises on her beautiful fucking body and you're telling me you tried? Where the fuck was your gun, huh? Sitting there, watching her get kidnapped while you're twiddling your fucking dick is not trying!" you heard Trevor rant.

"Listen, listen, I know you're mad…" started Ron, before being interrupted by a loud roar from Trevor, "B-b-but I followed them and called you to tell you where they took her. Besides, I-I-I don't think I could have taken them on myself."

"You didn't think. That's your problem. You never think! And look what fucking happened! I could kill you, I'm so fucking angry!"

"N-no, please… Come on, Trev- I'm sorry!"

"Oh-ho, you're sorry? I'll give you a reason to be sorry!"

You took a deep breath, got up, and entered the room with them. You were tired of the yelling.

"ENOUGH!" you shouted, gaining the attention of the two of them. Trevor had Ron by the collar of his shirt with a fist raised at him. Ron was bracing for impact.

"Hey, baby…" Trevor spoke softly, with a sad smile on his face. He lowered his fist and released Ron, causing him to fall to the floor. He turned toward you, "Are you okay?"

"No," you answered without hesitation.

His smile faded, "Oh… What's going on?"

"Nothing much, aside from the fact that I had probably one of the most stressful days of my life and now I have to hear you scream at Ron when he did nothing wrong."

He stepped toward you, "You could have been dead!"

"But I'm not, thanks to Ron's help. If he hadn't told you were I was then yeah, I would have been dead and then you would have had every reason to murder him. But that didn't happen so excuse me, Trevor, but could you shut the FUCK up and leave him alone!?" you snapped.

Both of their mouths hung open as they watched you close your eyes and take a deep breath, calming yourself down.

"Ron," you started in a softer tone, "Could you give Trevor and I some privacy please?"

Ron processed the question for a moment before nodding quickly. He clumsily rose to his feet and began rushing toward the exit to leave. Then it was just you and Trevor.

"I-I'm sorry—" Trevor started but he was interrupted by you holding up a finger.

"For the love of god, can we please just lay down and have some peace and quiet right now?"

He responded with a nod and followed you to the bedroom. You laid down on your side while he took off his boots and jeans, kicking them haphazardly across the room. He climbed into bed and began spooning you, planting a small kiss to the nape of your neck. For a few minutes, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of light breathing. You took that moment to close your eyes, resting them.

The silence was broken by Trevor, "Y/N?" he whispered.

"What?"

"I'm so sorry."