Before we start, I'd like to give a few warnings. Since this is a GTA V story expect the following: violence, crude language/humor, implication of sex and drugs. If you are uncomfortable with any of that then feel free to leave. If not, I hope you enjoy the first chapter. This one is to just introduce the OC but I promise, Trevor is in the next one.

Enjoy.


It was mid-winter in Wisconson, the snow went up to her knees as she trudged through the maze of barren trees. The young girl panted heavily as she trudged on, the snow clinging to her half-frozen legs. She had to keep going, she needed to. If she didn't then the dog would catch her and if the dog caught her then...

The child snapped her head up to the sounds of a familiar bark. Through the woods she saw the dreaded dog; an old German Shepard baring his teeth to her, smelling the piece of raw meat her father made her place in the pocket of her pants. The dog licked his lips as he stalked closer towards her.

The girls didn't think twice to run. Sprinting the other direction she ran to the nearest tree she could climb. Desperately the nine-year-old tried to scramble up the first branch only to feel the dog leap onto her, knocking her to the ground. She screamed as the dog tore into the back pocket of her jeans, claiming it's reward before running off into the woods to enjoy the deer meat in peace.

The girl laid there, whimpering as the dog ran off. It was then she heard the snow crunching behind her, she slowly turned around to meet the dark eyes of the dog's master. Her father.

"You got caught again." He sneered through his teeth.

The girl crawled up shivering from the snow sticking to her skin. "D-daddy," She whimpered. "I tried. I tried so...So hard-"

"It wasn't enough!" His scream echoed through the woods. "If it wasn't our dog then it would have torn your empty head off without hesitation!"

"Dad-"

"Again." He snapped, grabbing her by the arm roughly. "We're doing it again tomorrow, El. We're not stopping until you get it right." He grabbed her round face, forcing her to look at him. "Do you understand, El? I'm doing this for you. Do you understand?!"

...

"Do you understand, Elanor?"

Elanor blinked a few times, her mind coming back to reality. She looked between her mother and their therapist who were eyeing her expectantly. "Oh...Um, yes. Yes, I understand."

"Good!" He exclaimed, a sickly bright smile on his face. "It seems like some progress is being made. Well, I suppose that's all for today."

All three stood up, the therapist shook hands with both women and lead them to the door.

"Do you think she's coming around?" Elanor's mother whispered to the therapist as her daughter left the room.

"Slowly, but surely." He assured her, patting her shoulder. "The good thing is that she's willing to live with you and your husband for the time being, it gives you a chance at the very least."

Elanor's mother, Cassandra Ritcher, smiled. "Thank you. For everything."

Elanor looked back into the room, letting a disgruntled snort at the scene before her. Her mother was the type of woman who got sentimental and emotional over little things. These touchy-feely moments made Elanor, on the other hand, want to lose her lunch.

When her mother was done thanking the therapist the two walked silently back to the car, getting in without a word.

"So..." Cassandra began slowly backing out of the parking spot. "I think it went well."

"Mmm," Elanor replied, looking out the window at the citizens of Los Santos. "You say that every time we leave his office."

"You didn't walk out, so obviously that meant things went well."

Elanor shrugged. "Whatever float's your boat."

Cassandra took a sideway's glance to her daughter. "Can you stop acting like an angsty teen? You're twenty-three for God's sake."

"A twenty-four-year-old who lives in her mother's fucking guest bedroom."

"Because you had to go and..." Cassandra stopped herself, not wanting to bring the memory of that damn night back. She could already feel a knot forming in her stomach as the image of her daughter being dragged out of her apartment, kicking and screaming crawled back into her mind. It took her and Wilson hours to work a deal out with the landlord to convince him not to call the cops. "Honey," She said softly. "I know things aren't going well at the moment. But they will get better...Trust me." She added a weak smile to the last part.

Elanor looked at her with a blank expression, she had heard this speech before over the last eight years. As far as she was concerned things never got better, they only plateaued for a bit and then she would sink even deeper into a pile of shit.

The rest of the ride was silent and both parties liked it that way. They made their way to Vespucci Beach, heading towards their home in the Canals. Elanor watched the blurry images of people and buildings pass by, it was all the same; random groups of foreign tourists, poor homeless people wandering aimlessly through the streets and of course, the ever so lovely local youths. She watched a car filled with people around her age cut in front of her mother in a red Porsche, a beer can went flying from the car and hit her mother's windshield with a loud 'bang'.

"Fuck!" Her mother cried, the car swerved a bit off the road but her mother managed to get the car back under control. Elanor almost felt like laughing at her mother's face; her blue eyes were nearly popping out of her head and her red lips seemed to almost be sucked into her mouth as she suppressed the urge to scream obscenities out the window at the people in front of them.

"Aren't you glad I didn't turn out to be like that?" Elanor snickered.

"Not a word." Cassandra snapped, taking the first turn she could to get away from the red Porsche.

By the time they had reached their home in Vespucci Canals the sun was starting to sink a bit in the sky. A tint of orange began to cover the large homes of the Canals, the waters going from a greenish hue to almost a dark brown color, reflecting little pieces of sunlight off its surface. Even though they were well off, Elanor's mother and step-father's home was modest compared to the elaborate homes in Rockford Hills. Their own home was a three floored house with a light blue exterior that clashed hideously with the red Spanished styled roof with a well-kept garden in the front and a small dock in the back like all the other houses in the Canals. When they pulled up to the house the front door open and Wilson-Cassandra's husband- stepped out to the front porch to greet them. They couldn't miss him, he stood out like a sore thumb from the bright orange polo he wore.

"Hey!" He yelled down. "How was it?"

"Fine." The two called back.

Wilson Ritcher was a fifty years old, five years older than Elanors mother. He was a red-faced man with a small black beard with a few gray patches, his hair was slicked back and his hairline had receded greatly over the years.

Cassandra walked over and kissed his cheek. "How was your day, sweetie?"

"Alright," He shrugged, leading the women into the house. "It wasn't a busy day at the clinic. Just a few check-ups here and there but nothing too serious today."

Elanor barely listened to him as she made her way to the kitchen, her stomach was ruling her mind at this point. She rummaged through the fridge to find some leftovers from last night to heat up.

Cassandra looked from her step-husband to her daughter. "I'm going to take a shower, dear." She announced loudly. Elanor grunted in response throwing a container of rice into the microwave. Cassandra took one more look at Wilson and mouthed out "Talk to her".

She left Wilson standing awkwardly in the kitchen with Elanor, who was more interested in the countdown to her dinner.

"So...El," He began, smacking his hands together. "How's the job hunting coming?"

"Alright." She answered, tapping her fingers impatiently on the marble counter. "I promise I won't be a burden much longer, I've got a job interview tomorrow."

"That's great!" Wilson beamed, but it fell off quickly when Elanor turned to look at him with her usual blank expression. "The job interview, I mean. You're not a burden at all, your mother loves having you here."

The young woman only gave him a tight smile before turning back to the microwave. Wilson puffed out his cheeks. It was difficult for him to speak to his step-daughter, not just because of the awkwardness of the situation but because Elanor seemed to care little about anything. Ever since she came to live with him and Cassandra when she was fifth-teen it was apparent to everyone that she was...Reserved, was the best way to put it. Cassandra blamed it on her father but Wilson had the sinking feeling that Elanor just didn't want anyone to be close to her. And the way she acted she was doing a good job at it.

Wilson took a seat on a barstool by the kitchen island and began to play with a random piece of plastic fruit they had to decoration. "You going to tell me where this place is?"

"It's a bar down in Sandy Shores." Elanor answered.

Wilson's body tensed. "A bar in Sandy Shores?" He repeated, barely believing the words coming out of his own mouth.

Elanor frowned at him. "Yes. I talked to the woman who owns the place and she has pretty low standards on who can work there. Figure it'd be better than wasting my time on jobs that do real background checks."

Wilson put his head in his hands. "Please tell me your mother knows about this." She didn't answer, that was all he needed to understand what was going on. "What's going to happen if you get the job?"

"I'm a big girl." She shrugged, popping the microwave open to grab her half-cold rice. "If it works, it works. If it doesn't then I'll look for something else. I just want to get the money to find my own place and I'll be out of your guy's hair."

"Really, El." He persisted. "You are not a burden. Your mother wants to spend time with you and I don't mind having you around either."

Elanor glanced up from her meal to her step-father, trying to gauge if he was sincere or not. Even if he was she still wouldn't care. It didn't feel right to her to be living with her mother, not just because of her age but just because of their relationship. To her, they were not on good terms in the slightest.

She grabbed a fork from the sink and wiped it down. "Wilson," She said after inspecting the fork. "It's really no big deal. She doesn't need to know where the place is."

"Why not? She's your mother, she has a right to know."

Elanor frowned at him and then at the fork, seeing a little speck of food on it. "I don't need her worrying about me, I just want to get my shit together. Okay?"

Wilson opened his mouth to say something but closed it when reason overtook him. What did it matter to him, honestly? When did Elanor ever actually take heed to his warnings? He was just wasting time on her for the sake of Cassandra and clearly, it wasn't getting him anywhere.

Her step-father groaned, getting up from his seat and heading for the bedroom. "It's on you when she finds out!" He shouted back before slamming the door behind him.

Elanor couldn't stop herself from smirking. "Awwe," She cooed, looking at her distorted reflection in the fork. "He does care."