Author's note: so I had this dream about Trevor from gtav and I just had to write it down.
Pairing: Trevor X Addie
Warning: mentions of abuse and rape, Violence
Chapter one
Fire was everywhere, I stood in the middle wanting to be consumed. Laughter could be heard over terrified screams. Fiery hand slowly made their way around my neck.
"what are you waiting for?" a voice whispered, their hot breath grazing my skin. "just do it." I looked down at my feet to see my enemies body laid there staring up at me begging with their eyes not to kill them. "Do it!" the demon screamed and engulfed me in his flames.
I woke up with a start. What the hell? Was the first thing I thought. I could hear the tick tock of my watch going off in the silent room. Groaning I rolled over and reached for the noisy object. 5:30 am read on the face. Sighing I flopped back into bed. However a soft knock at the door cause me to bolt up. My heart begun to hammer. I dove for the switchblade I hid under my pillow and rolled out of bed. Getting ready for a fight just in case Rico was going to force me. It was too early for this shit.
"Addie?" a small voice whispered as the door slightly opened. Chase poked his head inside my room. "are you awake? I'm scared." He whispered. I quickly hid the knife and walked over to the six year old. Chase looked up at me with bright eyes, his shaggy black hair fell in to his face. He wore a pajama top that had dinosaurs splattered on the fabric and his pajama bottoms were of sharks. He cuddled his teddy bear I given him for his fourth birthday.
"what's the matter kid?" I asked crouching down picking up the boy. He hugged me tightly around my neck. I couldn't help but notice his little frame was trembling.
"I had a scary dream!" his voice was muffled since he had buried his face in my neck. I walked over to the bed and sat down letting him cry. I comforted him and gently stroked him on the back. "I had a dream the Diablo came and stole you!" he wailed pulling away from me and bursting into tears. I couldn't help but laugh. Chase always had "scary" dreams and most of them were silly. Once on vacation he had a dream of ghost people stealing me away and called to make sure I was home safe.
I smiled down at the sobbing child and kissed him gently on the forehead. I assured him that I was fine and that I would kick butt if it came to that. "not if you fell in love with him!" I was taken back, this kid and his silly dreams.
"okay, how about this you're tired. Let's go back to sleep and when we wake up I'll make you chocolate chip pancakes." Chase seemed to calm down a bit, he rubbed the tears from his eyes.
"okay," he said softly. "but can I have whipped cream instead of syrup?" he was so innocent. I nodded and hugged him. Chase crawled off of me and snuggled up against my pillows. I followed suit and laid out next to him. Chase grabbed my hand and held it.
"just incase the Diablo comes!" I couldn't help but laugh. I gently kissed him on the forehead and watched the small child struggle to stay awake. within seconds he was out. I gently pushed his hair from his face and found myself crying as I pulled him in a hug. These moments with Chase was rare, and I was going to cherish it.
The shrill ring of my alarm woke me up. I rolled over and slapped my phone off. It was eight o'clock, time for work. I looked down and saw Chase had some how managed to tangle himself in my blanket, his mouth was slacked and drool escaping. I gently moved away from him and went to my bathroom to get ready for work. As I exited the bathroom chase was still asleep, however a figure hovering over him made my heart stop.
"what is he doing in your bed?" Camila snapped at me. Her dyed red hair pulled back in an elegant bun, her designer clothes clean and neatly pressed. I sighed and leaned against the threshold of the bathroom door. It was too early for this shit. "well?" she snapped moving from chase and toward me.
"he had a bad dream." I answered. "he woke me up at 5:30. He said he was scared." I pulled my long hair up in to a high ponytail. Camila had a hurt look on her face.
"you should have brought him to me. I'm his mother!" I ground my teeth from saying anything. "remember this Addie, you're the help. you're only living here because my husband and my father were good friends." I heard this threat before countless times actually. I nodded and kept my mouth shut. fucking bitch did she forget he was my dad too? "now I expect breakfast to be done in fifteen minutes." With that she gathered Chase up and left the room. Anger surged through me. I wanted to punch someone, break something, I wanted to scream. I angrily made my way out of my closet of a room and headed down the hall past the laundry room and in to the kitchen. 12 fucking years I had endured this. After I had turned eighteen I was free to leave, but because of an ugly situation when I turned 21…I found myself I couldn't. I had to stay if it meant to be close to my son.
"morning Addie!" chase sang as he ran in to the kitchen. I turned from the stove and smiled at him as he hugged my legs. Chase was tiny for a child, he had been born premature, it was a miracle he had survived.
"morning kid!" I greeted. He pulled away from me and sat at the table. He excitedly rocked back and forth.
"can I have two pancakes!?" Chase sang. I nodded and slid a small pancake on to the plate.
"as long as you promise to finish it." I answered placing his dinosaur plate in front of him. Chase dimples made a presence. I was topping off his pancake with whip cream when he cheered.
"Shut the fuck up Chase!" a voice snarled I didn't have to look up to know it was Chase's half brother, Rico Jr or RJ. RJ was 18 years old, he decided against going to college, since he wanted to be next in line to run his father's business (the business that Rico Sr. Had stolen from my father.) chase pouted and looked as if was going to cry. I patted him gently on the back. Chase kept his mouth shut and didn't say anything, and quietly ate his breakfast. Chase had confided in me that RJ had slapped him because he had cried from hurting himself. I hated the teen sometimes I wish he would just OD on the coke he was using. I placed down a plate of pancakes in front of RJ. He didn't say anything but dug in. I returned to the stove and begun to make Camila's Gluten free and dairy free breakfast she had everyday.
"good morning my sons." A masculine voice rang out. I didn't turn to look at him. The monster…Rico Guzman, he was a fifty-seven year old man that people feared. A crime boss that made sure people knew his name. I hated him. He was the reason my father… I took a deep breath and counted to five. I gathered his breakfast on a plate and moved to give it to him.
"good morning Addie." He purred. I didn't say anything but placed the plate in front of him as I turned to walk away he caught my arm. My skin crawled and I wanted to throw up in his face. "I said good morning." I was shaking. I knew if I didn't answer him he would punish me.
"good morning sir," I said in a false happy tone. Chase was watching us with child curiosity. I didn't want to alarm him of anything. It was a gag order from Rico. I keep my mouth shut or I die, or worst Chase does. I've seen Rico kill people over petty things. "would you like coffee or juice?" he licked his lips and stared at mine.
"you know what I want." He whispered and groped my ass with his free hand. I yanked my arm from his grip, glaring daggers at him. Thank goodness Chase was too invested in his juice to see that. RJ laughed and followed his father suit. I moved away from them as Camila wondered in to the kitchen. She had an angry look on her face. She sat down next to Chase and demanded for her breakfast.
I felt nauseous, every time that asshole laid his hands on me I felt sick and angry. I wanted to kill him. But he had since broke that girl years ago. I made him and Camila coffee and set both mugs in front of them. I could feel his eyes on me.
"Addie!" Chase sang. "I'm done!" he held up his empty plate to me with a big smile. He looked like my mother. I smiled and took the plate from his tiny hands and ruffled his hair. He squealed about morning cartoons and left the kitchen in a hurry. RJ left as well talking about some deal.
"Addie," Camila spoke. I turned from washing the dishes to look at her. "the kindergarten teacher informed me that you picked up Chase earlier then the scheduled time what was that about?" I sighed she was not in a good mood she was going to make sure I was punished. She had witnessed what her disgusting husband had done.
"did the kindergarten teacher inform you that he was sick? He had thrown up twice." I had to stay calm and collected. Rico had a temper, anything would send him off.
"that's a lie." Camila snarled. She wasn't backing down. I sighed again. This wasn't what I wanted to happen today. I just wanted to get my chores done so I can get out of their hair. "she told me you waltzed in and claimed to be Chase's mother." That was it, the nail that sealed my coffin. Rico's head snapped up, he narrowed his eyes at me.
"what!?" he shouted. He slowly stood up and made his way to me. He grabbed me by the hair and snapped my head back. "what the fuck did I tell you puta?" he whispered. Over his shoulder I saw Camila smiling, it was better me then her right? I didn't make a sound, he enjoyed that. As he shoved me hard against the sink, striking me at the same time. As His hand making contact with my cheek, I saw stars. A burning sensation echoed through my face. "this is your last warning," he threw me to the ground. "I'm not saying it again!" he shouted kicking me in the ribs. I didn't make a sound. The pain wracked through my body as he continued to kick me. He grabbed me by my hair again and forced me to look up at him. He had a knife in his hand. Panic flooded through me, flashes of chase's face blinded my vision. Rico was finally going to kill me... "maybe this will remind you." He whispered. He paused as if he was waiting for me to beg, to scream or cry; but I stared up at him. He gave a animalistic growl ,digging the blade into the lower corner of my right eye. I bit my lip "maybe this will remind you." He whispered. He paused as if he was waiting for me to beg, to scream or cry; but I stared up at him. He gave a animalistic growl ,digging the blade into the lower corner of my right eye. I bit my lip from screaming in pain. He then slowly dragged the blade in an angle until he hit the corner of my bottom lip. Hot blaze of pain erupted through my cheek, a stickiness poured down my face. Rico threw me on my back, my head hit the title floor. He stood up dropping the knife and stared down at him. "remember," he started wiping his hands on his pants leg. "I'll kill you next time."
Rico turned to Camila and kissed her gently before sauntering off. I slowly sat up, tears running down my face. I found myself pressing my back against the cabinet as Camila came up to me crouching down so we were eye level. She stared at me for a few seconds, before picking up the knife.
"this is what you get." She smiled at me. "you walk around here acting like your shit don't stink." She dragged the blade across my leg gently. "he's my husband, Addie." Pain screamed through my body. I found myself laughing at her.
"I'm you're fucking sister," I started finding it hard to speak through the pain. "you care more about a rapist than family." Camila stood up quickly kicking me in the stomach with her high heel. I cried out, losing my breath. Camila stared down at me watching struggle to breath.
"he's not a rapist, you were asking for it. I shouldn't be angry about it, I mean, I got the perfect little boy out of you being a whore. " she tossed the knife in the sink before leaving the kitchen. When I was finally alone, I cried.
After patching myself up and changing my clothes. I bundled chase in to his car seat (we was too small to sit by himself just yet) and made way to his school. The ride was quiet, and the music was low.
"daddy hurt you." His voice small. I didn't answer right away. He knew Rico was abusive, he had witness Rico hit me countless times, and sometimes Rico took his anger out on Camila. In the rearview mirror I could see Chase looking at the bandage on my cheek.
"he did." I answered. Chase looked down at his lap, his features filled with sadness. "don't worry kiddo, I'll be fine." Chase looked up at me , a hopeful look in his eyes. "how about this, after school I take you to get ice cream?" a smile broke out on his face.
"okay!" he tilted his head like a puppy as if thinking what to say next. "sometimes, Addie, I wish you were my mom." My heart skipped a beat. I could feel the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I wanted to tell him, I wanted to grab him and run. But as always Rico would find us.
"me too." I whispered. After I dropped Chase off at his school, I had to find a hospital far from home; somewhere nobody knew me. After a quick search on my phone, I found myself driving to Sandy Shores, a dinky little town that was in the desert. This was the perfect place to get patched up without being questioned or running into people that knew Rico and Camila. As I pulled up to the hospital, I couldn't help but noticed how empty the lot was.
About forty minutes later I exited the hospital with stitches and a prescription for pain meds. I sat in my car for a few seconds trying to figure out what I wanted to do next. I wanted to forget this miserable morning. I started the car and pulled out of the hospital parking lot with stupid idea. I drove until I found what I was looking for. A shabby looking bar called the Yellow Jack Inn. I quickly parked in to the parking lot and turned off the car. However I was second guessing my decision. Get drunk or not to get drunk? Well maybe not get drunk but a drink wouldn't hurt. I looked down at my outfit, was it appropriate for a drink? Camila made me wear flowy floor length skirts and baggy hoodies as a uniform. I waved a hand as if dismissing that stupid thought. It was a shabby bar! There was a man wearing only overalls standing outside! I argued with myself. I exited my car quickly and made way to the entrance. Once I entered the bar, I immediately noticed two hill Billy men at the bar whispering amongst themselves. A young man my age that was piss drunk dancing to a country song coming from the jukebox. There were a few patrons littering the area. I found myself slowly moving toward the bar, suddenly feeling shy. As I sat on a bar stool the bartender came my way. She was an older woman with short hair and tired eyes but she smiled at me as if she knew I was out of my element.
"hello honey," she took a quick look at my bandage cheek. "what can I get you?" I thought for a second. Dad always drank a rum and ecola after a tough day.
"rum and ecola please." She nodded and went away to work on my drink. I took my time taking in my surroundings. I couldn't help but think of my father, he had loved dive bars, he found most loyal guard or workers from them. I slowly spun on my stool looking around, the bar wasn't much but it had a certain charm to it. However as I was examining the back of the bar someone had caught my attention. In the back near the pool table, sat a man. He was an older chap, with thinning black hair, his faced had various scars, and around his neck was a tattoo that had the words "cut here" he wore a dirty white v neck and dirty Blue Jeans, boots donned his feet. Hs eyes were a hazel brown color. He grinned at me. I felt my face heat up, I had been staring! I quickly spun around back to the bar hoping I didn't look like a complete idiot. The bartender cheerfully placed my drink in front of me and sauntered off to help another customer. I stared at the drink and slowly took it in my hand. This was it! Now or never Addie. I took a big swig of it. I shuddered at the sharp taste, the bartender had put more rum than ecola. The alcohol settled warmly in my stomach. I gave a smile and took a smaller sip of my drink enjoying the false release it was giving me.
"hello sweetness." A voice purred, I froze. My heart begun to pound. I looked to my left to see a young biker standing next to me. Disappointment flooded through me. I took a sip of my drink and nodded in response. "what's a cute thing like you doing in a scab like this?" the biker sat down on the bar stool next to me, ordering a beer. He turned back to me smiling, his teeth were yellow his skin cratered, and he smelled like chemicals. The way his eyes darted around, I could tell he was high.
"just getting a drink." I answered looking anywhere but him. A nagging feeling was telling me I was being watched. I slowly looked over my shoulder to see neck tattoo guy watching us with a angry look on his face. I felt light and giggly, indication that the alcohol was working. I realized the biker was still yakking it up. I turned back to him.
"what?" I asked swaying a little. He laughed at me smiling that creepy smile.
"I asked if you wanna take a ride?" I tilted my head in thought. My thoughts were a tad hazy. I shook my head though, I was tipsy enough to feel good, but not to make stupid decisions. My cheek stung, I reached up touching my bandages. It felt too wet. I pulled my finger away to see blood on my finger tips. "too bad. I bet you're an animal." I turned to him in confusion. I downed the rest of my drink. My bladder begun to protest. I muttered an excuse and climbed off the stool moving toward the bathroom at the back of the bar. The biker shouted something after me but I couldn't care less about what he was saying. As I passed neck tattoo guy, I couldn't help but smile at him. My eyes lingering on the scar on his upper lip. I moved on focusing on where I was headed. Once in the bathroom I leaned against the door remembering that in a few hours I had to pick up Chase. I quickly did my business, and washed my hands once I was done. I stared at myself in the dirty mirror and saw I had bleed through the bandage. I mentally cursed myself. I should have remembered that alcohol would thin my blood… causing my wound bleed more. I splashed water on my face and cleaned as much as I can with the tissue in the bathroom. When I felt I was presentable, I open he bathroom door to find neck tattoo guy standing there. He smiled down at me, he was glowering over me.
"hello," he growled his voice deep and rumbly, like thunder.
"hello." I whispered back. He pushed me into the bathroom closing the door behind us. Smashing his lips against mine. against my better judgement, I threw my arms around his neck, kissing him back.