Lester's head snapped from Angus to Trevor whose face suddenly fell.
Lester turned to type randomly on the keyboard of his computer.
"Nope, he's dead! Goodbye now." Lester grabbed his cane standing to his feet to shoo Angus to the door.
"Where'd you find this guy? What do you know about him!" Lester turned to Trevor, whispering furiously, "I knew I should have done a background check! Stupid, stupid!"
Trevor's jaw clenched as he stared angrily at Angus.
Angus stood against the walk, glancing back and forth between the two, confused.
"He could be working for the FIB! Fuck, Fuck!" Lester turned back to his computer.
"The FIB, no, I work in a screen printing company." Angus whispered, furrowing his brow.
He vigorously typed into the keyboard.
"No," Trevor stood to his feet while shaking his head, "I don't fucking believe you!" He shouted pointing his finger to Angus.
"I don't have a reason to lie to you." He put his hands up.
Trevor gripped his head with both his hands as he breath heavily. Suddenly he stopped.
"That son of a bitch!" He laughed hysterically, "That lying son of a bitch! Oh, this is gold! This is grand!"
His sudden change of mood begun to frighten Angus more than usual while it only confused Lester.
"Michael!" he laughed, "Michael, right?" He turned to Angus and placed both his hands on his shoulders.
"I just so happen-" Trevor spoke before being interrupted by Lester.
"Michael's dead, remember Trevor?" Lester said.
"Oh, he's dead alright." he said through a clenched jaw, "Dead as a door nail when I'm through with him."
Angus looked from Trevor to Lester.
"C'mon!" Trevor said.
He gripped him by his collared shirt, dragging him out the door.
"Trevor! Fuck!" Lester shouted.
He quickly grabbed his cellphone.
Angus pulled himself away from Trevor.
"Where are we going?"
"We're going for a ride." He huffed jumping into his truck.
"Where?"
"Just get in the fucking truck!" He shouted.
"Just try to calm down, I'm getting in, alright?" He said as he slowly approached the passengers side.
As soon as he was seated they sped off through the ally and into traffic.
"You know, Christel told me so much about you and I don't really give two fucks about what my girls have to say. Unless they're in need of protection. Now, from what I know is not a whole lot and from what I do know is that, you're an intelligent young fuck, and you have a temper towards women!"
"I'm not angry towards women- I was-" Angus was interrupted, receiving a punch by Trevor.
"Shut the fuck up! I'm talking," he shouted, "don't ever interrupt me again! Or i'll dump your sorry ass into on-coming traffic!"
The vehicle swerved as they turned a corner.
"Now, where was I? Oh right, You're temper and way with women. I only know one person with a trait like that! That motherfucker." Trevor said steering the wheel in and out of traffic.
Angus rubbed his shoulder while he held on for dear life.
"trou du cul putain!" Angus said randomly to himself. (fucking asshole.)
Trevor glanced back and forth from traffic to Angus.
"Vous, point français?" Trevor glanced at Angus, stunned. (You, speak French?)
"Oui, ma tante a insisté pour que je dois apprendre. Eh, Elle m'a aussi appris l'italien.." He said holding his head. (Yes, my aunt insisted that I should learn. Eh, she also taught me Italian.)
"Je suis, je suis désolé pour vous de poing dans la tête." Trevor grumbled. (I am, I am sorry for punching you in the head.)
"You're a bit, off. I'm guessing you're not a casual speaker?" Angus turned to look at Trevor.
"Fuck you!" he shouted again, he was almost ready to hit him when he noticed Angus looking around.
"What are we doing in Rockford hills?" Angus glanced around.
"Oh, you'll see."
Michael was sitting in his office at Backlot City when he got a call from Lester.
"Hey, Lest, how's it going? Haven't heard from you. Been awhile, hasn't it?" Michael was pleased by the sudden call.
"Listen, it's Trevor." He said in a worried tone.
"What'd he do now?" Michael was alarmed by Lester's reaction over the phone.
"He brought in some kid, named, Angus. I did a background check, he's not registered for any criminal activity or threatening, but-" he paused, "He claims your his father."
Michael was quiet for a second trying to process everything in his head. Thinking back he remembered in his younger years, he'd been around the block and it didn't surprise him to know that he might have illegitimate children, but what did it have to do with Trevor. And why was he trying to contact him suddenly?
"They're heading to your place. I think you should solve this before it gets out of hand and Trevor does something stupid."
"Right, I'll deal with it." Michael hung up and quickly left.
Through his entire ride he thought about Trevor and this kid named Angus. What was he like? Did he look like him? Was he really his? The thoughts were endless, then suddenly the image of his family at home popped into his head. And the look on Amanda's face when she finds out about this. After everything that happened will this cause her to leave home again? Would the kids hate him even more? The thought of this kid ruining his family angered him.
As he pulled up the drive way he was greeted by his family and Trevor. He glanced upon the stranger who was leaning on Trevor's truck watching Amanda and Trevor scream at each other. He must have been Angus that Lester informed him about.
"Yes! Let's all fucking scream so the neighbors could hear!" Michael shouted walking up to the small crowd, "What the fuck are you doing here, Trevor?"
Angus turned to the stranger.
"Michael! If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times! I don't want this cretin around our house or our children!" Amanda shouted stomping her way toward him.
"Michael?" Angus was alarmed by the name.
"Hey, Micky! I've-" Trevor was pushed aside as Angus walked passed him and Amanda.
He was suddenly standing face to face with Michael. He was taller than the older man and years younger too.
"Are you, Are you Michael Townley?" Angus showed no expression as he looked Michael over.
"I go by De Santa now-" Michael said as he suddenly fell back.
He was punched in the face by Angus.
Trevor simply laughed hysterically at Michael.
"Dad!" Jimmy and Tracey shouted in unison.
"Michael" Amanda gasped loudly.
Although, the punch itself didn't hurt. He was more surprised that he had the courage go through with it. It was a reaction he should have expected.
He slowly and steadily tried to get to his feet, gripping is jaw.
He tried to bottle up his feelings as best as he could in hope to reason with the kid.
"I can understand you're mad, but this isn't-" He stopped with a boot to the face..
Falling to his ass once again, he groaned.
"I'll fucking kill you!" Angus shouted diving onto Michael.
Everything was in slow motion for Angus. He couldn't hear the people around him and he couldn't feel his fist as he repeatedly struck down on him. All the adrenaline rushed to his head and his ears begun to pop. The pent up rage he felt for years burst through like a dam. And as the destruction of the dam begun to settle, the raging rush of anger begun to dull as it turned to sadness and sorrow.
Angus felt his eyes tear up as he continued to punch the man below him.
"Okay, you've had your fun." Trevor said grabbing the younger man.
"Don't touch me." He sniffed pulling away.
Jimmy turned to Tracey mouthing the words, 'what the fuck.' Tracey simply nodded in agreement.
Amanda angrily looked from Angus to Trevor as she aided her husband.
"Are you okay, Michael?" Amanda hushed.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Michael grunted as he wiped his face of blood.
When Michael finally got to his feet he looked from Trevor to Angus.
"Now it's my turn, you little shit!" Michael jumped towards Angus.
"Apportez-le, vieil homme!" Angus shouted back. (Bring it, old man!)
"What the fuck did you say to me?" Michael shouted again.
"Now, now. We're all adults here, right? Let's settle this like one." Trevor laughed as he got in between the two.
"I still don't understand what the fuck is going on here!?" Amanda yelled as she got in between the two too.
"Why are they here, Michael?!" She pointed.
Michael stumbled, searching for the right words to tell Amanda about the young man and Trevor..
"He's my dad!" Angus said.
Tracey, Jimmy and Amanda turned to Angus.
"What?" Amanda said looking back to Michael for answers.
"Now we don't know that's true. I mean, for Christ sake look at him! He looks nothing like me!" Michael shouted gesturing to Angus.
"You can't believe that with out a test now can you!"
"Fuck you! My mother wouldn't lie about her abuser!" Angus shouted as Trevor held him back.
Trevor was enjoying the chaos that was unfolding before him. It was a bit of pay back for the years Michael lied about being alive. He must really feel alive now.
"Abused? I've never abused anyone." Michael shouted back.
Everyone looked at him.
"That's different! I've never laid a hand on a woman, ever! What I still don't get is why you're here!" Michael pointed to Trevor.
"Me? No, no, I have nothing to do with this." He laughed.
"Bullshit!" Michael said, spitting the blood from his mouth.
"It was a coincidence that I stumbled upon this young man and I don't believe that horse shit one bit, but it was. One of my girls, his fiance," he patted Angus, "came to me and I, we, found you."
"A stripper," Jimmy laughed, nudging Tracey, "Like father, like son."
They laughed.
"This isn't funny, Jimmy!" Michael shouted.
All the while Amanda stared angrily at Michael.
She turned her heel and stomped her way into the house.
"Shit, Amanda!" Michael called out to her, chasing her tail.
Angus winced shaking off his fist, it was bruised and bleeding.
"Amanda, Amanda! Would you stop!" Michael shouted as he followed her up the staircase and into their bedroom.
He stood near the door way as he watched her receive a suitcase from beneath the bed.
"What are you doing?" He asked
"I'm leaving." She said entering their walk in closet.
"For fuck sake, this isn't my fault, Amanda!" he said watching her walk back and forth.
"Oh, so you just happened to stick your dick into that woman?" she said sarcastically.
"Don't fucking do that!" he huffed.
"Don't do what, Michael?" She through her clothes into the case.
"Don't pull that bullshit with me, Amanda! It happened years ago and you're trying to shit on me for that!"
Amanda continued her packing, trying to ignore him.
"I've never pulled that shit with you!" he said.
Amanda stopped, sighing as she stared down at the suitcase.
"That's not fair, Michael." She whispered.
Michael approached her slowly.
"I've never pulled this shit with you, have I?" He repeated.
"She's yours, I get it."
"Damn fucking right she's mine, but he, he isn't!" He said turning to the door.
"I think we need to see, Dr. Schultz. I'm going to book an appointment."
"Fuck." He said to himself as he left the room.
Walking in the hall and down the stairs he could hear people talking in the kitchen.
As he made his way passed the small corridor that connected to his garage and into the kitchen he seen Trevor drinking from his expensive whiskey and Tracey as she bandaged Angus's hand. Jimmy was sitting at the island in the middle of the room, typing into his laptop.
Tracey and Angus were whispering to one another as she wrapped his hand. They were giggling.
Jimmy shook his head at the two as he looked back to his computer screen.
"What the fuck are you two doing in my house!" Michael said heading towards Trevor.
"Where's the hospitality?" Trevor opened his arms to him, "The kid here needed some first-aid after hurting himself on your pretty face."
He chuckled as he took large gulps from the bottle.
"Is that right?" he said taking the bottle away from Trevor.
Michael walked over to a cupboard to fetch a glass for himself, as he poured he looked over to Angus.
Angus was no longer talking with Tracey, but was staring wickedly at him.
"Man, if looks could kill." He said more to himself, taking a sip of his drink.
"If only." Angus said, keeping his gaze.
Tracey felt the tension and tugged the wrap as she was finishing.
"Ow." He whined turning to her.
Tracey mumbled an apology as she took a seat next to Jimmy.
"Do the both of you really have to be here for this?" Michael said to his two children.
"Yes." They said in unison.
Michael sighed taking another sip, finishing his drink.
"You're a regular drinker, I take it?" Angus was the first to start.
"Alcohol makes you feel the way you ought feel without it."
"You were drinking the night you raped her."
"For the last fucking time, I've never raped anyone! Get that through your fucking head!"
"Wow, what quality time with family? We should have it more often!" Trevor laughed walking around the kitchen.
"Though, I'll admit it was better watching you two duke it out."
"Shut up, Trevor!"
Angus shook his head.
Looking at him now, properly, Michael couldn't see the resemblance between the two of them.
Angus had a naturally lighter skin tone and had hazel eyes while he had a pair of blue. Though, he was taller, thinner with a muscular stature than himself at his age, he had dark redden hair. It was possible that he was his son and inherited the red locks from his side of the family, similar to Jimmy. No, definitely not his, it was all coincidence. He tried to convince himself.
Angus's cellphone rang, breaking Micheal's eye contact.
Reaching into his pocket for his phone he read the caller ID and slid his thumb across the screen.
"Hello." he said, eyeing the people in the room.
"I have to take this. Thank you again, Tracey for your help. Ah, good luck with your courses," He smiled to the young blonde, "It was nice meeting you all, under the circumstances I wish it could have been different, but unfortunately, uh, yeah. We'll most likely never see each other again. Goodbye."
He quickly rushed toward the door.
"Wait! Hold on for a goddamn second. What about castrating your good-for-nothing father?" Trevor called out.
Angus just waved back exiting the door.
As soon as he was gone Michael was in Trevor's face.
"What the hell were you thinking bringing him here!" He yelled.
"It was a simple favor." He chuckled.
After Angus left things had settled down.
Trevor left and spoke of a party to plan, Tracey had some night courses and Jimmy went out with a chick he was seeing and Amanda had started her fourth glass of wine. So talking was out of the question.
There was nothing left for him to do besides reviewing some scripts and movie pitchers. All to which were god awful and tedious.
He quickly decided to take a break from his work and go for a night cap at The Bean Machine.
With his expensive cup of jo he gave it an extra shot of flavor with hard liquor he had kept in a flask.
He was sipping casually as he strolled.
He winced at the pain he felt in his chin with each sip.
'Little bastard.' He thought.
'I've never raped nobody! It's a fucking joke, that's what that is, a joke. A sick fucking joke!'
As he continued to think the more angry he became.
"I need to talk to someone!" He said to himself as he made his way home.
As he got home he entered his car and drove off.
He drove around the city randomly, thinking of his situation.
Then the thought of his therapist entered his mind.
He parked his car in a secluded parking lot and quickly searched for his cellphone and its contacts, finding Dr. Marilyn Schultz.
Without thinking he dialed her number and listened for an answer.
"Hello, Dr. Marilyn Schultz speaking." she answered with a professional tone.
"Hey, Doc. It's De Santa." Michael said with a sigh.
"Oh, it's you. Finally decided to give me a call, huh? How can I help you?"
He could hear the sound of kitchenware clinking in the background.
"I'm sorry for calling so sudden, it's just I need some advice. And with our last session I know I was such a dick. Is this a bad time?"
"Well, at least you're aware of it. It's fine and I completely understand. It was a reasonable reaction. So what's on your mind and how can I help?"
"Alright, so this kid shows up, out of the fucking blue and says he's mine. But here's the kicker, he said I raped his mother!"
"Did you?"
"No, of course not!" He nearly shouted into the phone.
"Ah, please continue." she placed a bowl of spaghetti on the counter.
"I've never raped anyone! I'd never lay a hand on a woman, ever! She could have lied about the whole thing cause she couldn't admit to a one night stand! I mean, I've been with women, a lot of women. I mean, I wouldn't remember his mother even if he told me! It was such a long time ago."
"You said you wouldn't remember. Or is it that you don't want to remember? Do you wish to know his mother?"
"No, I don't know. The situation is all fucked up! I know he's not really mine."
"Are you scared that he's really your son? You're being a bit negative, Michael. The situation is bad right now, but this could be really good for you."
"I ain't scared of nothing! And he isn't mine! He's just some scumbag looking to sue me for late child support payments and ruin my family! And in this day an' age, you can sue anybody for almost anything! He's looking for my money!" He said angrily gripping the steering wheel to his car.
"Michael, you're in denial and refusing to accept the reality. It's a primitive defense mechanism and you're overwhelmed and you're acting out in anger. It might be hard to admit now, but with the right-"
"No! No more, I'm done! It was a mistake talking to you! Therapy is nothing, but bullshit!"
"Michael,"
His name being called out to him on his phone was the last thing he heard before hanging up.
He angrily hit his steering wheel as he looked about his car.
"Fuck!"
Angus took a taxi home and throughout the entire ride he spoke on his phone in French.
After sometime he finally made it home.
"These new proposals have been kicking my ass, but enough about work. How are you feeling?" he said, worried.
"I'm doing well, Gus Gus. Nothings changed since we last talked. How's my beautiful niece?" An older woman on the other end spoke.
"She's fine, but we got in an argument recently." he sighed.
"What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything! Why is it automatically my fault?"
"You always let your anger get the better of you, I know you, Gus. Remember that!" she said with a harsh tone.
Angus sighed.
"Well?" She continued.
"She wanted me to find my dad."
She went silent for a moment, worried.
"And?"
"And, I found him. Living here in Los Santos if you could believe it."
"Is that so?" she said with disbelief.
"Yeah, a friend of Chrissy helped me find him. And we found him. It was remarkably easy actually. It was almost too easy. Though, thinking about it now there's no way he's my dad. I might have beaten an old man for nothing." he chuckled.
"Angus!" she scolded.
"I'm kidding, I just spoke with him and I left. I'm not going to see him again."
"Okay, promise me you won't bother that man."
"Alright, Leona. I won't, I promise. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Gus Gus. I love you."
"Love you too."
He finally ended the long call and walked to the couch as he rubbed his neck. He didn't know how tired he was till he felt the soft cushioning of the couch.
It was quiet and the only sound he could hear was the sound of the busy city that escaped into the apartment window. He looked to the window, but could barely keep his eyes open. They fluttered before closing completely as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
It was late and Michael was still pissed off and did not want to go home just yet. So he gave the only person respectful enough to listen to him a call, Franklin.
"Hey, Frank! You doing anything?" Michael said into his phone.
He was sitting at a random bar in the heart of the city.
"Nah, man. I'm free. We could chill for a bit." He said.
"Cool. I'll come get you." He said with a slur.
"How about I meet you there. It sounds like you had a few."
"Okay, sure." he shrugged.
Michael stayed put till Franklin arrived.
When Franklin finally arrived at the questionable bar he seen Michael slumped over the bar counter taking sips his drink.
"Hey, Franky boy! What took you?" he slurred, "Bar keep two more drinks over here!"
Franklin simply nodded to the bar keeper as he poured two more drinks for his customers.
"So what's up with you?" He said taking a sip of his drink.
"Let me ask you something, Franklin. It's a little personal, but explain it to me." He said taking another sip of his drink.
"Tell about your dad. Was he ever in your life? I mean, whats your relationship like?"
"Man, if you're going to joke about this again I-"
"No, no! I've just got some news today," he sighed, "I'm not very happy about it."
"Oh?"
"This kid shows up at my house and with Trevor no less! Says he's my son, but I don't know. I don't believe that shit."
"Trevor? What's he doing with Trevor?"
"That's what I'd like to know! He said they met by coincidence, but knowing Trevor. He had something to do with it! That doesn't sit well with me. He must still think we have something going on, like, your my apprentice or something. So he got this little shit to fuck with me! Making up some bullshit, like I raped his mother."
"Did you?"
"What!? No! Of course not, why does everyone think that?"
"Chill, dog. I was just askin'."
"I don't know! This is all I need right now, some fucking family drama that isn't really family. A fucking pain in my ass that's what that is."
"But what if he is your kid, dog. You just going to play him like that?"
"And what, let him take my money? No fucking way! He wants something outta me, why else would he come to me after all this time!"
"Shit, I don't know. Maybe, maybe he just wants to be acknowledged? Or know who you are?"
"Is this from personal experience?"
"Nah, man. My ma never knew who my dad was and dumped me off with my aunt as soon as she could. Being with her was more than enough 'family' time than I needed."
"I see. Well, when it all comes down to it he's not mine!" He took a large gulp of his drink.
Franklin shook his head as he followed him with his own.
"Well, I should probably head home." he stood to his feet, stumbling.
"I'll drive you, homie."
"Thanks, Frank. Appreciate it."
Author's Note: Whoa, that's finally done. Hope ya'll liked it.. I'll be continuing this and will be posting in the next few days possible. I think I finally got out of my writing funk. I've proof read it a couple of times, but my brain is no good since I've been writing in a sleep deprived state. I've tried to fix most of the grammar errors and shit. During the therapy session I've tried to write it as professionally as possible. The character isn't as professional as she should be, but I'm writing her as a young, new therapist just getting into the work force. So yeah.. I apologize again if the characters are out of character.
Trivia Time!
So you're probably wondering about the conversation between Michael and Amanda in the bedroom. Yes, they were talking about Tracey. I like to think, since she's a blonde, that she's not biologically Michael's daughter. Even though it's obvious that she dyes her hair. I think of this made up story in my head that, when Michael was in jail that Amanda messed around with Brad and resulted in her getting pregnant and Michael willing raised her as his own. Also, since Trevor is kind of Canadian he could speak French. The idea of it came from Tumblr and that he used to play hockey. Hahaha, I think it's kind of cute.
Something about Angus, his name for short or his nickname, Gus, was started by his mother and aunt. And quickly caught on. The story behind, Gus Gus was from his aunt. Angus was a chubby kid and his favorite movie growing up was Cinderella. The mouse from the Disney princess movie, Gus Gus, was similar to him.
Dr. Marilyn Schultz is a new side character that won't be in the fanfic as much, but just for this sole purpose. She might have a cameo in the next couple of chapters if I continue and finish this. The name Marilyn was picked on the count of my sisters favorite icon, Marilyn Monroe. The surname Schultz came from the surname of a character from Django. I liked his personality and the character overall. I don't know why. Also, know that I know very little of psychology and tried really hard to make it right and did some research about it.
Another character had a very little cameo in this fic, Jimmy's date! She was mentioned shortly. She's in the same universe as this fanfic and will be mentioned again in the future. The fanfic, Tennis Court, is current based during the same time as this one. If you're reading Tennis Court, note that it will be changed and rewritten! So disregard what you've read so far, it will be changed and updated and is currently being rewritten.
Songs that inspired my writing.
Ugly by Nicole Dollanganger
Boneless by Steve Aoki
Say Something by Say Something
Shooting Stars by Bag Raiders
Strange and Beautiful by Aqualung
Do I wanna know by Arctic Monkeys