A/N: again i am bored and its only 10:33 PM so i got inspired to write a OC fiction and realized there weren't many with Trey, and he is so cool! so hope u enjoy
CHAPTER 1
She pounded on the door but it was no use, no one was there, who was she kidding, the place was abandoned. Now where would she go, she just had to talk to him. Giving up she stopped knocking and slowly sunk down, sitting on the wet and cold stairs leading up to the trailer and held her legs to her chest and started sobbing. "Trey" she whispered, feeling defeated.
It was out of the blue when he awoke almost forgetting where he was. He took a deep breath, it was silent, too silent, compared to the constant noise of the jail, he was safe, or so they said, but sometimes it was even scarier than jail. He was a screw up, there was no doubt about that, he did so many things wrong, he didn't want to blame himself but he did, and he couldn't just blame Dawn either, he could have tried harder, but it was just that, too hard. He sat up in the bed, feeling for a light, and when he finally was able to find it, it temporarily blinded him, and he blinked to adjust to the light. It was 4 in the morning, and yet he couldn't sleep. Something inside him knew something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. He was restless, so he sighed and gave up on sleep, it wouldn't be coming, so he sat up and threw on a shirt, and was on his way to the kitchen. He entered quietly, memories haunted him, memories of protecting Ryan and his mom from the wrath of Dawn's current boy toy, and he tried to shake away the memories as he snuck in the kitchen, as if getting a midnight snack was a major crime. He heard a noise and stood still, and the lights flickered on, he flinched, waiting for the worst. It was Kirsten, she couldn't sleep, too much on her mind, and that's when she saw Trey standing in the kitchen, and neither of them knew what to say. He didn't say anything but quickly left, feeling uncomfortable standing there, somewhere in his mind he knew Kirsten was a good person, but at that moment his brain didn't. Kirsten was left wondering what he was thinking, he was like Ryan, but not, and she hoped someone could get through to him.