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Oh and I have to put warnings up. THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, AND TREVOR PHILLIPS.
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Quinn Summers lives the life of every housewife's dream. Her husband, Andrew, was insanely rich and she doesn't have to lift a finger. It's hard to admit that her life can sometimes be boring sense all she does is yell at Andrew and drink bland martinis all day, but she feels like she can't complain because this was the life she was hoping for since she was a young girl. Quinn was prom queen, homecoming queen, head cheerleader, most popular girl in high school, and was one of the wealthiest kids in school.
Being thirty five, Quinn realizes that she is getting pretty old although, her appearance says differently. Her strawberry blonde hair falls down her back and her emerald eyes makes anyone stare into them. Due to the plastic surgery, her face is wrinkle free and her body is modified to a perfect shape.
How could she complain? She had everything she wanted brought to her, her husband was obviously a pushover who tries to constantly make her happy, and her fake breasts put the cherry on top. The only downside is that she needed excitement in her life. Nothing happens in Vinewood Hills, but the one time when there was a rumor about some black guy robbing the De Santa's household. Other than that, there wasn't enough 'action' for her.
There was no way that she was having children. Andrew would love to at least try for a baby or adopt a child, but there was no convincing Quinn. She doesn't hate children, but they are really fucking expensive and she wanted all of the money to be spent on her only.
Andrew Summers then insists on taking her on a short trip to Sandy Shores. Obviously pissed, Quinn definitely didn't want to go. Andrew then managed to convince her to go because this can be a change for the both of them. They've been almost around the entire globe except for the small town. Quinn reluctantly agreed to finally start packing her things.
It was pretty late at night when they finally arrived at Sandy Shores and Quinn turned away from her husband. Due to the time, the road was nearly empty with soothing sounds of animal life within the nearby bushes. Even though the atmosphere in the night was really nice, the blonde was still upset at him for taking her to this terrible and filthy place. Andrew taps her shoulder and she turns around fast, glaring at him.
"Honey, I understand that you're a little upset but-"
"A LITTLE upset? Really Andrew?" He then turns away and sighs knowing that this was going to be another one of those 'arguments'. "You bring me to some dirty, redneck part of town expecting to find something that will 'change our lives', but there isn't a damn thing out here." She then looks back out of the window to see the housing areas. "Oh my god, they have trailers Andrew!"
Andrew was beginning to lose his temper, but he spoke calmly. "Quinn, I just wanted to have a wonderful experience for the both of us. Let's just try to have fun."
"You can't be fucking serious! I can't have fun in some small little area Andrew. I wanted to go to Hawaii again or even fucking Africa. It's safer down there than it is here. I'm so sick of you trying to make the best decisions even though they will all turn into shit anyway."
Suddenly, the car abruptly stops and Andrew turns to her, looking pissed off.
"You know what? How about you get out of the fucking car Quinn? Yeah, that's a great idea. I'll just leave you here and go find the woman, who I've been making love to behind your back, that lives here and move her into my house instead. Let's do a good fucking role reversal!" Andrew throws his hands in the air as if what he was suggesting seemed like some game.
Quinn, who was so shocked that she couldn't form words, just stares at him and feels tears running freely from her eyes. "Y-you're cheating on me?!"
"Yes Quinn…" he sounded agitated and waited for her to get out of the car.
"Andrew…I love you why are you doing this to-"
"Shut up Quinn!" Andrew nearly screams, making Quinn jump in the seat forming more silent sobs. "You don't love me. You love the money I make. I bet you're cheating on me too and you're trying to hide it."
That wasn't true. Quinn was faithful to Andrew from day one. Her life may have been boring, but there was no way she would dream of having an affair let alone think of Andrew having one. Sure she yells at Andrew for no reason sometimes, but that didn't mean that she didn't love him. Quinn thought that their relationship was strong and unbreakable, but she was obviously wrong.
More tears started to go down the blonde's face as she realized that he was serious and wasn't changing his mind.
"Andrew, please…"
"Get the hell out of my car!" he yelled her making her frantically open the door and step out of the expensive cherry red car.
"You're just going to leave me out here?" Quinn inquired still crying as her now ex-husband threw his wedding band on the dirty ground. He then gets out of the car and pushed her luggage out of the backseat and got back inside.
"You'll be fine." He remarked bitterly. "Just spread your legs and maybe some dirty redneck can take you in." He ends that by driving off down the road.
Quinn stares down the road until she couldn't see the car nor hear the engine anymore. All that she could really do was cry and retrieved her luggage off of the ground. The ex-trophy wife, continued to sob while walking down the road. The cold night air hit through her like a wave. Her cardigan and little black dress were the only source of warmth she could count on. The memories of her and Andrew actually living together happily replayed through her mind. Ten years of marriage…wasted.
She hears an engine and her head snaps up from the ground hopefully.
"Andrew?" Was the first thing that came out of her mouth, but she was disappointed when she sees multiple headlights. She blinked back more of the tears that were blurring her vision to see motorcycles coming her way. "Oh god…" she whispered and continued down the road, looking straight ahead pretending as if she doesn't notice the bikers.
Unfortunately, the lead gang member in the front signaled the three men behind him to stop while looking over Quinn. Quinn tried to pick up the pace, but swallowed when they slowed down. She looked behind her to see if they were turning back around, but to her surprise the lead biker swerves his motorcycle in front of her.
Quinn gasped and dropped one of her bags as a reflex. The man with the leather jacket takes his helmet off and places it on the motorcycle.
"Well hey there pretty lady. You got some legs on you." He greets huskily as he eyes her body for a second then back up to her face. "You ain't from 'round here I already know."
Quinn starts to back away, but another gang member swerves behind her, keeping her from running. The blonde pushes her hair away from her face nervously and notices a couple of trailers nearby. She began to speak loudly, hoping someone would notice her voice.
"No I'm not. I'm lost and I'm trying to get out of here, now if you excuse me…" she tried to walk past him only to be pushed back by his rough hand.
"Whoa little lady what's the rush? How about you give me and my friends some company?" The biker behind her snakes his arms around her waist and pulls her closer to him. She squeaked when he leaned down to inhale her scent.
"Damn, she smells good." The bulkier one who held her commented.
Quinn suddenly tries to wiggle out of his arms and escape earning laughter from the gang. "Help me!" she screamed for help loudly.
They stopped laughing and the lead gang member got off of the bike and covered her mouth harshly.
"Listen here bitch…if you're a good girl then maybe we'll let you live and stay with us for a while. Right now, you've made me pretty fucking angry and I've already had a long day."
She started to sob into his hand, but with a stroke of luck a trailer door opened. She and the gang members turned to the door and froze. Walking out of the door was a thin man with a balding head and dirty clothes and a beer bottle in his hand.
"I can't get any sleep for shit." He then looks directly at the group that was a fair enough distance and approaches them. "Can't you crazy kids rape a girl quietly?"
"Fuck off Trevor." The lead gang member hisses at him. "This is none of your business."
Trevor looked at Quinn who was still trapped by one of the bulky bikers and groans loudly. "None of my business huh?" he remarked calmly and almost conversationally. "Ya know my house is at least 15 feet over there and you're causing quite a bit of a ruckus." He walks towards the lead gang member and looks at him directly in the eyes. "It's the whole damn neighborhood's business. Yet then again, Trevor Phillips is playing officer of the law again to position world peace in the asshole."
One of the bikers approached behind him with a semi-automatic at his skull. Quinn widened her eyes, but the man just shook his head slightly and whipped around taking the gun aiming it at all of them. His beer bottle rolled to the floor and the bulky biker immediately drops Quinn to reach for his gun. The woman took the opportunity to crawl out of the way or at least out of shooting range.
"You wanna fuck with me? Huh!?" Trevor yelled as if he was insane. He probably is. "Bring it on you fuckers!"
Suddenly, shots were fired and the bikers and Trevor scattered in all types of directions. Quinn covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut from everything that was going on. Something hot pierced through her shoulder, causing her to scream and fall over. The pain was unbearable and her vision starts to grow blurry once again.
The last thing she could hear was the maniacal laugh of the man she thought was Trevor and fainted from the intense pain.