I was in some deep shit; up to my elbows in it. As I walked through the halls of the BPRD with my sister, Blair, Nick, and Tarah, I was trying my best to seem calm. On the inside, I was flipping my shit. How could I have let things go this far? I knew that once the whole story was out in the open, Pop was going to nun chuck me in the fucking face. I didn't even want to know what Mom was going to do.
As we walked down the hall toward Grandpa Broom's study, I pulled Tarah to walk behind me, taking her hand and holding if firmly in mine. She smiled up at me, her hazel eyes shining. "Don't stress Trev; everything will be okay."
I heaved a sigh as we began walking again, Tarah now safely behind me, away from my father's insane nun chucking abilities. "I sure hope so Babe."
We finally made it to Grandpa's study, and I honestly thought I was going to pass out. I'm in such shit, was all I could think. Blair walked up to the large doors and pushed one open before taking Nick's hand and leading the way in. I gulped in what I thought was going to be my last breath before squeezing Tarah's hand and then walking into the room.
Mom and Pop were standing together in front of the fire place, while Uncle Abe swam around in the large tank that took up the right wall. They all turned to face us as we entered; thankfully, they didn't see Tarah at first. (It paid to be tall and wide).
"Hey Blair-Bear!" Pop called as my sister walked up to him and gave him a quick hug. It was difficult for her to move her arms since they were all bandaged up, but she managed. "What's up?"
"Well, Daddy," Blair started to say in her sweet voice. Damn it, they're going to know something's up now, I thought as my sister continued. "Trevor has something he needs to tell you. Trev?"
I suddenly felt like I was a kid again, having to fess up to breaking something. I gulped as my Pop's gaze fell on me. I took a deep breath and then, before I could chicken out, pulled Tarah out from behind me. Tarah's eyes were wide from the sudden movement, Pop's and Mom's eyes were wide from the shock of seeing Tarah.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion; Uncle Abe swam to the glass of his tank, looking the situation over. Blair and Nick had backed away, obviously wanting to be as far away from the impending explosion. Mom and Pop looked from me to Tarah, who was keeping her gaze locked on the ground.
Mom's uncertain voice shattered the silence. "Trevor…Abraham…Sherman…Broom!"
Definitely in it up to my eyeballs…
I was true to my word! Trevor's story! I haven't done much with writing from a guy's point view, but I'm hoping it sounds alright so far. I hope everyone will enjoy this story! It's going to be…interesting :)
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BBTM