Storm's eyes struggled to open as crust from her tears last night glued them shut. She felt a strong thumb whip them away as she fluttered them open "Good morning." It was Trevor watching over her as she slept.

She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes as they became glassy again. Before she let a tear spill over her eyelid she kissed him pulling herself into him. The tears still poured as she kissed him passionately breathing heavy. She pulled away "I love you, I love you Trevor!" she stuffed her face into his chest and sobbed some more.

He rubbed her arm trying to calm her down "Let it out, it's okay."

Down in the kitchen Michael and Amanda were talking. "I can't believe this Michael! Look at this place, they broke my favorite vase!"

"What are you talking about? You just bought that last week. And second maybe if you weren't drinking to unconsciousness you could have kept track of where Storm was."

"I was trying to have fun- I mean trying to get Storm to have fun."

"Yeah that worked out real well, you came home drunk and she came home to my crazy mother."

"I can't have them living in this house, it's too much ciaos we are finally working things out in our own family." Just than the doorbell rang, Michael made his way to the door. When the door swung open his mouth dropped. There in the door way stood Trevor's mom and his father. He was leaning against the doorway with a fake white smile. He was in a white suit with a light blue dress shirt and looked like an old tan alligator purse. Michael saw his reflection in his father's sunglasses.

"Hey son" he clicked his tongue and pointed at Michael with his pointer finger and thumb.

Michael stood speechless, his mouth ajar. It was like he was looking in a mirror twenty years from now. He looked almost exactly like Michael except for a few hereditary features that were passed on from Michael's grandparents.

"Michael who was it at the door?" Amanda came up from behind Michael. His jaw still hung as he remembered his father from his childhood, the one with the beer belly that always had a bottle in his hand. The one in front of him didn't add up.

His dad brought his sun glasses down to the tip of his nose "Hey there sweet cakes. Michael you never told me you had such an attractive wife."

Amanda giggled "Oh stop it, but really go on!"

"Yeah probably because I haven't seen you since I was twelve." He said pushing Amanda behind him.

"What, your mother didn't tell you where I went?"

"Oh she told me a lot of things from you skipping town, being hit by an oncoming train or even joining the navy."

His dad thrust his head back giving him another shallow laugh "She is so crazy, I came to Los Santos to become an actor."

"An actor, you never told us that. In less you were acting like an abusive drunk father, than congrats cause that was spot on."

Again a shallow laugh was heard "I starred in a few independent films, but I just signed a contract with that guy… ah what's his name… he is real big last name starts with an R…?"

"Solomon Richards… he didn't say anything to me?"

"Yeah that's the one, how do you know him?"

"I'm the executive producer for his movies."

"Wow son, successful like your old man, very nice." He chuckled again as he went to explore the house.

Michael just stood there shocked. He heard Amanda giggle as she went to show him around. Why is this happening to me? Just then his thoughts were interrupted by Trevor's mom screaming in her weird accent.

"TREVOR WHERE ARE YOU, BOY!?"

Michael covered his ears as he turned his attention to Trevor who was hopping down the steps happy. Suddenly his eyes landed on his mother. He stopped so fast that he fell back on the steps and started whimpering. "Mo…mo…mother, what are you doing here?"

"I'm lucky I ran into Michael's father otherwise I would have never known my own son was getting married." She moved closer to the stairs "I was shocked to even hear you had a found someone at all. She must be blind. Is she blind Trevor…?"

"No she-"

"Shut up." He did had she said "you never got me my pills in time like I asked, you lazy piece of shit. You always were slow; sometimes I thought you were retarded. Are you retarded Trevor?"

"I'm sorry I tried but when I came back you-"

"Excuse, excuses, you probably have one for why you didn't call and invite me to the wedding."

"I was going to but I don't have your number or anything."

"You were always so ungrateful."

Michael watched in confusion. He had never seen this side of Trevor. This scared whimpering puppy dog. "Mrs. Philips, come inside, did you want a drink?"

She smiled at Michael as she caressed his cheek "You were always such a sweet boy Michael, I was always so jealous of Nancy for having such a caring boy as a son. Look at him Trevor offering me a drink like I was his mother."

Trevor came running down the stairs "I can get you a drink mom, I'll be right back." He ran by shoving Michael and giving him a dirty look.

"Hopefully it doesn't take you as long as the pills did!" she scolded "So, Michael where is your mother I haven't seen her in a long time."

"Uh… she is right this way." When they got into the living room his mother was just waking up. She rubbed her face.

"Nancy how have you been? Still wearing that tacky jewelry I see." They shared a petty hug

"I'm fine, and yes I am. I can see your boobs couldn't keep up the fight against gravity." They laughed as they eyed one another.

Trevor came rushing in with the drink, his hands shaking "here… here you go ma, anything else? A foot massage, I can try and get you more of those pills?"

"No I'm fine, get away from me boy." Trevor sat on the chair across the room staring at her with obeying eyes. Just than Michael's dad and Amanda walked in, the two parents made eye contact.

"Nancy, baby. Come here." He went to pick her up but she swatted him away.

"Who do you think you are trying to crawl back to me? Look at yourself, you're more fake than the day I met you."

"I'm a movie star Nance; I'm ready to take care of you."

"Take care of me? I've been taking care of myself for almost 15 years now."

As they started to argue Storm came into the room rubbing her eyes. When they cleared she had locked on to her parents that were staring back at her. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"My little girl…is that you?" he went to hug her

"Don't touch me." The room became silent. "I have stayed away from you two my whole life, and here you sit in front of me. You are still as crazy as the day I ran away and you…" she pointed at her father "look like a fool. You think you can abandon your family and then come back when you are successful and have probably banged half the woman in Los Santos? I don't think so."

No one said anything, than Mrs. Philips spoke "You better control your daughter Nancy, she isn't as well behaved as my son."

Trevor went to speak "Storm this is my mother." She looked at the woman with a disgusted face. She reminded her of her own mother but even trashier.

"Shut up, boy no one asked you to talk" he curled back up on the chair "Look at him does exactly what his mommy says; now that's respect. Trevor has always been a little girl, you know for the longest time I thought he was gay" she went on and on as Strom watched her fiancé sink deeper and deeper into himself. Storm listened to her calling him names and talking about all his mistakes. She couldn't watch it anymore.

"That's enough!" Storm screamed

"What did you say to me?"

Storm approached her towering over her "You heard me you bag of trash. Don't talk to him like that. He is a good man, but you wouldn't know that because you are just like these two…a horrible parent."

Suddenly Trevor stood between the two looking at Storm "Don't talk to her like that." He was angry.

"Look at yourself Trevor. She is treating you like shit and you're just taking it, that's not like you. She is a horrible person." Trevor's eyes grew wild as he took Storms arms shoving her into the ground. Her back hit the coffee table and she screamed in pain.

"Storm…" Michael yelled as he went to her. He saw his sister cringe and then turned to Trevor "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER. I KNEW YOU WEREN'T CHANGED. YOU FUCKER!" he went to throw a punch but Trevor dodged it. Everyone moved away as they put their fists up to fight. "You insane mother fucker I was right to keep you from my sisters."

"She shouldn't be talking to my mother that way." Michael threw another punch but it was dodged. "Come one hit me… brother."

Michael tackled Trevor and they rolled throwing punches and screaming. Storm rolled over as the pain crawled up her spin. "Fuck all of you, the wedding is off." She screamed as she ran out of the house. The two stopped fighting as Trevor snapped out of whatever spell his mother had over him.

"Storm..." he called for her running after her. The rest of the family stood and watched in horror.

"There she goes again running from her problems" her mother hissed.

"I want to know what room I am staying in." Trevor's mom said.

"Yeah, my house is quite the distance away I rather just stay here." Michael's father chimed in.

"Well you're not sleeping with me that am for sure." The bickering started as Michaels face grew more and more irritated.

Finally he exploded "EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! TRACEY, JIMMY, GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE." The two kids that were listening from the staircase came running down. "I want one of you to bunk with the other so our guests have a room."

"But daddy, Jimmy smells funny!"

"Yeah you're not any better with all your girly perfumes."

"Well at least I don't reek of stale pizza and weed!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" the two kids shut up and stood at attention "One of you better be in the others room in five minutes or so help me god-"

"Okay daddy, God, take a chill pill." The two went up the stairs fighting and shoving one another.

"Now what ever room they decided on is the one you will be staying in Mrs. Philips. And dad it looks like the couch is all yours. Now if we can please retire to our separate rooms, I will see you all at dinner." He pushed past the guest whipping the blood from his mouth. He made his way to the stairs leaving everyone in the family room. When he was all the way up the steps they heard his bedroom door slam shut.

Trevor chased after Storm. He called to her but she refused to listen. Finally he caught her arm "Storm please wait."

She turned around angry but tear-filled "How could you? She is a monster, she was hurting you and I couldn't stand to see it. And when I stuck up for you, you hurt me."

Trevor's voice grew loud. Angry, but confused "I know" he turned gripping his head "I'm never good enough for her. I've been such a good boy; I do everything she asks. I don't know why she won't love me."\

She watched him double over, clutching his stomach. A few tears occupied his cheeks. It reminded her of something. She thought and then realized the only time she had seen him cry was when she first met him in his trailer. He was crying because of her, his own mother. This psychotic behavior was her fault. She bullied him and neglected him to the point where he was hungry for her acceptance. She starved him from love and like a hungry stray dog he begged her for it. She teased him with her it like a fresh steak. Making him do favors for her knowing nothing was ever going to be good enough. Her cheeks became soaked in tears as she ran to him hugging him from behind. She brought him down to the grass as she held him. Cars drove by making strange faces at the two. Pedestrians stared from across the street and quickly walked away.

"Trevor I will always love you. I will praise you and hold you and cherish you, whenever you need it." She took his face in her hands; they stared into one another's tear flooded eyes. Her hands were shaking as she caressed his hair. "She doesn't deserve your love. Your love is special and kind. You're loyal and you have such a big heart. I don't want to see you hurt anymore." She kissed him crying. Her bottom lip quivered as she pulled away resting her forehead on his. He cried silently with her, both their eyes closed as they held each other outside of Michael's house. She kept kissing him, sobbing in between each kiss. She had so much love to give him, he needed her love as much as she needed his.