Chapter Twenty One

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Trevor's POV

Confession time. The reason that I adopted my ho mentality was more than the fact that I loved sex. Growing up, I thought my parents were happy like the TV couples. Yeah, they had their arguments about bills and my pops not putting his clothes in the hamper and shit like that. I was an only child and while I wasn't spoiled, I never lacked for anything. Imagine my surprise when I came home from school one day to see my mom packing up all of her shit. My pops wasn't saying anything. He acted like the shit was a normal occurrence. My eight-year-old self was not understanding at all. I started crying and asking where she was going. She wouldn't answer me. All she did was kiss me on my forehead and tell me that she loved me. I pleaded with her not to leave. I promised all kinds of shit to make her stay. It all fell on deaf ears. I ran outside to try to stop the car but she didn't stop, even as I chased the car as far as I could. I remember falling to the ground and crying out. My pops just came out and carried me back to the house.

Later on, he would tell me that she wasn't happy and even though she loved me, she had to go. I cried myself to sleep for about a month. I started acting out in school. My pops let me get away with it for a little while. Finally, he told me to get my shit together. I wasn't trying to hear that noise though. I bucked up to him and told him he was the reason that my mom left. I didn't mean it but I needed to lash out and he was there. I really thought my pops was gonna cave my lil bird chest in. I braced myself for the hit but it never came. He just hugged me and told me that he understood and that he loved me.

As I got older, I told myself that I wouldn't fall in love because people leave you. When I started having sex, I made sure that the girls knew that we weren't in a relationship. I was never mean when I told them but just like I made sure I had a condom, I made sure to tell them that I was only there for the sex. That philosophy served me well up until now. I stared down at Adrian's sleeping form. Now I'm in a relationship. However, a small part of me is scared as fuck. Part of me is still that eight-year-old boy that watched his mom drive off without a look back. When Adrian walked away from me today, I will admit I panicked a little bit. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have this lil dude in my life. He's always been there and I can't let my insecurities and fears drive him away. After dropping a kiss to his forehead, I got comfortable. When I closed my eyes, I was at peace. 

A/N: I know that this was short but I just wanted to wanted to give a little insight as to why Trevor had that attitude towards relationships. 

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