Hidden Identity-A Trevor Philips Fanfiction

Chapter 14

I had just finished dinner when I heard the trailer door creak open behind me, followed by the clunking of heavy boots. I quickly spun around and ran to Trevor, wrapping my arms around him. He tensed up at first, making me instantly regret my decision. I started to pull away when he engulfed me in his muscular arms, pulling me close to him. He stroked my hair as I buried my face in his chest.
We finally pulled away from each other. Trevor looked around, eyeing the new appearance of the trailer, and then eyed me down. He slowly smiled.
"Wow..it looks nice..you look nice...t-thank you."
His words left me speechless for a moment. I could tell he had a hard time spitting out the words, but still, he thanked me? My first impression of the psychopath was him being an ungrateful son of a bitch, but maybe I bring out his soft side? Oh come on, Bryn, we aren't even a thing..
I smiled and nodded.
"It's the least I could do. I made dinner as well."
I motioned for him to sit on the couch and he obeyed. I made him a plate of chicken stir fry and brought it to him, along with his usual beer. I made myself a plate and sat beside him, turning on the TV.
"This is good.."
He mumbled, stuffing his face.
I giggled, taking a bite of my meal.
We ate in silence for a bit, watching the static flow through the TV as the news man talked about the weather. I couldn't help but wonder when my picture would be plastered across there as a missing person. A knot formed in my stomach thinking about how the people back home must feel. Uncle Lester, Mr. DeSanta, not too fond of Amanda or Tracy but Jimmy, he must be devastated. He seemed like a cool kid. They probably thought I just up and left them. But at the same time, did I really care? Lester just up and left me, so-
"You finished?"
Trevor spoke up, eyeing my near-empty plate. I nodded, handing my dishes to him. He took them to the sink and-actually washed them. I smiled to myself. Am I actually training this psychopath?
Trevor stretched, pulling off his shirt and tossing it in the laundry room. He started unzipping his pants, making me blush like a mad man. He noticed I was watching, and smirked.
"What, sweetheart? You ready for Daddy T to rock your world?"
I giggled, not opposed to the offer.
"Shut up, Trevor."
He threw his pants aside and walked towards me. He knelt down in front of me, like the first time we encountered each other. He slowly smiled, a genuine, full of lust and care smile.
"I could get used to you."
He quickly planted a kiss on my lips, my face turning tomato red as I returned the gesture. He pulled away and stood up, heading to the bedroom.
I followed him, stopping at the dresser to change clothes.
I opted for a long stained white tee shirt of his, and just underwear underneath. I was comfortable with Trevor at this point, which was weird considering I only knew him for a few days now. Oddly, it felt like I knew him longer.
I hopped in bed beside him and he instantly pulled me to him, burying his face in my hair. I slowly drifted off to sleep, listening to his smooth respirations turn into snores.
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I awoke suddenly to a knock at the door. I rubbed my eyes, grabbing my phone from the bedside table. 2AM. What the fuck. I guess Trevor heard me stirring as he woke up, yawning and sitting up beside me.
"What's wrong, sweet cheeks?"
His head jolted when he heard the knocking at the door.
"Who the fuck is it?!"
He yelled, causing me to jump. I felt a lump in my chest arise, thinking it may be Johnny or someone from The Lost. They have been awful quiet lately..
"Stay here."
Trevor instructed and I nodded. He got up and flipped on the light, grunting cuss words as the knocking persisted. He opened the drawer and threw on a pair of pants, grabbing his gun and stumbling to the door. I decided to go ahead and get dressed, just in case.
I heard the trailer door creak open, immediately followed by lots of commotion. The sound was muffled considering I was on the other side of the trailer, but I thought I made out a..woman's voice? My blood instantly started to boil as I held myself back from crying. Speaking of crying, was Trevor-what? No way.
I finally decided to disregard his orders as I crept out the bedroom door and to the end of the hallway, pressing myself against the wall to not be acknowledged.
"Tell me this, Trevor? Are you gay? It's okay if you are..I always wanted a gay son..a son that wouldn't forget about his mother!"
"I-I'm sorry mama..I-"
"Oh shut up you worthless boy!"
"D-do you need money?"
Trevor offered, obviously hurt by the words of the old English hag.
"Money?! I don't want your fucking money. What do you think I am? You think I'm still a prostitute? Gross."
I slowly inched back as the lady came into view, plopping herself on the couch. She had fiery red hair and a wrinkled face. She dressed slutty in her tight leopard print dress and heels.
"Rub my feet."
The lady commanded.
Trevor obeyed, running to the couch and kneeling down in front of the woman, taking her heels off.
The way she treated him made me sick. But I didn't feel right to intervene, I mean obviously with the way he's acting he'd choose his deadbeat mother over me in a heartbeat, and I could easily end up either on the streets or as a blood splat on the wall.
I slowly inched back towards the bedroom, but stopped as the woman began to speak.
"Your mother is in a lot of pain. I need some Deludamol, like a whole truckload full of it! Would you get that for your poor mother?"
"Y-Yes mama!"
Trevor immediately jumped up, causing me to quickly jump back. He noticed me in the hallway, and shot me a glare.
He made his way back in the bedroom.
"What the fuck, Bryn?! I told you to stay in here."
"Trevor, I was worried.."
I bit my lip, looking down like a child being scolded.
"Hey-hey. It's okay, listen."
He said, raising my head with his calloused hands.
"Look-I'm sorry Bryn. I'm just-"
"Stressed. Because you just agreed to steal a truckload of Deludamol."
I finished the sentence for him.
He nodded.
"Usually I wouldn't be scared of failure, but it's for her-and-"
"Trevor, try and relax."
I stated, holding back my hateful comments.
I placed my hand up against his cheek, tears welling up in his eyes. I quickly leaned in and crashed my lips onto his. He wrapped his arms around my waist and continued the kiss, which was full of passion and lust.
"I need those today, boy!"
I heard the English fuck from the living room.
Trevor groaned as he pulled away.
"Bryn, can you help me?"
I nodded.
"I'll be glad to, T."
He chuckled at the code name.
I found an old notebook in the closet and grabbed a pen.
"Let's plan a heist."