Hey there, I'm back with Chapter 2 of this story, thanks to a reviewer for an idea that will become useful in the future, because I didn't actually think about that. And thanks to those who are following this story. I wasn't entirely sure what to do for this chapter, so I thought I'd just write something short to update for those who wanted to read a little more of this. As of chapter 3, Ellie will be jumping to the age of eleven, unless you would like to see more of the younger her.


Chapter: 2

A young girl with her auburn hair in a mess lay still in the yellowing sheets, lightly snoring into the silence. The walls, which were originally white, were also stained yellow by ageing and poor maintenance from the owner. On the floor were dirty clothes scattered here and there, somewhere amongst the clothes, was a cream carpet turning into a murky brown colour. It was clear that this was a place of sleep, eat and carry on with life while living in a mess.

She stirred as she heard violent mumbling in the other room, and climbed out of the bed, allowing her hands to massage the sleep out of the green which were her eyes. She frowned briefly before looking at the state of the room. She'd been here for a week, and nothing had gotten better or worse about the trailer, it just remained being a nest. She forced herself to her feet and reached for the door when it blast open. If she didn't look where she was going, she would've either ended up being squished between the door and the calloused wall to it's side, or she would've walked straight into her father and fell over backwards.

"Ah, you're awake, was about to get you out of bed, it's eleven thirty." Trevor told her, then noticed the look on her face, it was a mix between shock and fear. "Oh, sorry Ellie, didn't know you were on the other side of the door." He apologised awkwardly, reaching his right hand to the back of his neck and looking away to move out of the bedroom.

"Some wake up call." Ellie mumbled to his back, falling into step behind the older man. Stretching her lips into another frown as she looked up, scanning the dirty brown hair he had, he was much like the trailer they lived in, I don't wanna end up looking like that, She thought momentarily.

"Look, I have to go see my friend Mikey, okay? Ron'll be here if you need anyone, and I can't tell you when I'll be back-" He was cut mid sentence when Ellie's sharp voice interrupted him.

"Can I come please? I don't wanna stay here with Ron, he's so boring!" She argued, trying to save herself from a worse hell, she didn't exactly understand Ron most of the time, he'd ramble on about how TP Industries was going to get big, and make something for itself. What the hell is TP Industries she'd always ask, and Ron would just laugh at her.

"Listen, don't talk about Ron like that, he can be a good guy." He half scolded the child before answering her question. "And no, you aren't comin' with me." He said calmly, but still held that angry tone in his voice which Ellie was slowly becoming used to.

"Fine, I don't wanna go on your stupid adventure with Mikey anyway." She told him, walking off to the couch, throwing herself onto the furniture and turning the TV on once she'd found the remote wedged between the cushions, she learned how to work the television back home when she lived with her mother. This action forced a slight chuckle to escape him.

"Good." He grumbled, slightly slamming the trailer door as he left. The trailer wasn't parked out the front, where the fuck is it? He asked himself as he looked towards Ron's trailer next to his. What he didn't see was the little red head creeping out of the door, quietly descending the wooden steps and running off towards the garage, where his truck actually was. She lifted the metal barrier carefully, but this took a lot of effort and energy to do, but once she was in, she lowered the garage door to it's original position in silence, in case Trevor heard the commotion and came to investigate. She noticed the bright red, almost pink truck that her father would use when he went out. It was rusted in places, faint orange patches splattered across the truck, wearing away the colour. With some effort, she clambered into the back and peaked over the edge, waiting for the garage door to open.

Ellie, what're you doin' you stupid girl, he'll totally see you in here! She internally scolded herself, but ignored the warning.

Oh fuck, the garage, that's right. He reminded himself as he began to trek the side of his trailer. He lifted the metal door with ease and climbed into the truck, booting the engine and roaring off down the road. Meanwhile, Ellie was clutching anything in the back as she rolled around each time he made to turn. She held in her grunts and screams, having to scrunch her face up to prevent them, so that her father didn't hear squealing in the truck bed.


All the rolling around stopped when the vehicle halted on a slope, making it very hard to hide between the two boxes she often saw Trevor's friends sit on, because she almost kept sliding down away from them. Luckily though, Trevor didn't even look in her general direction and went straight towards the door of a fairly large house. What's this? He has another family or something, is that where he goes all the time? To see his secret family. Hello, I'm right here, I'm your family you chicken shit! Is this why you didn't want me to come? She yelled in her brain while staring in horror, as if she was trying to communicate through telepathy, which obviously wasn't workng.

A girl in a tank top and shorts answered the stain-glass door, she had blonde hair and an extremely surprised expression that coated her face. "Trevor?" She heard a whiny voice say, dragging on the last syllable of his name to express her shock and excitement. She saw them share a hug and immediately jumped out of the trailer, standing a few feet away from them, behind Trevor's back.

Tracey noticed the the smaller girl and her face grew even more shocked then Ellie thought that face could handle, and suddenly regretted putting herself in the open as Trevor followed the blonde girl's distracted gaze. Oh shit balls. Her mind said aloud, barely even hearing herself as her heart pumped in her ears.


Trevor and Michael were talking, or in more detail, Mikey was laughing, and Trevor was getting slightly angrier by the second.

"Oh Trevor, I've never seen you get into such a mess." He chuckled at his friend as the slightly older man started to become more exasperated. Trevor bore his angry glare into Michael's eyes, which were a greying blue.

"I had no choice Mikey, I had to take her in, if she wasn't my flesh and blood, things would've been fucking different, I'm telling you. I did not fucking want this!" The blood boiling inside of him was evident by the way Trevor was using his tone of voice. Michael brushed his dark brown hair, clearly tidier and cleaner then Trevor's, with one calloused hand, taking in the information that Trevor had repeated at least twice before.

"I'm never gonna get used to this, T, it's just weird seeing you with a kid, y'know? Never would've imagined it." Michaels laughing had died down considerately since he saw Ellie and a fairly angry Trevor come storming towards him. Ellie was currently with Tracey upstairs.

"I don't think I can talk to you about this any more, I have a headache from this, from you, and her!" He calmed his voice slightly, but was still infuriated by the whole case. "Ellie!" He called up the stairs, "We're leaving!" He announced, watching a moderately 'sorry for herself' Ellie come slumping down the staircase. Without a word, she silently followed her father out of the house, waving a goodbye to Michael, a person she'd come to like because of his blunt humour and the fact that he was fearless of Trevor.


"Do you mind telling me what the fuck you were doing?" He tried to ask politely, with a slightly raised voice. He kept his eyes on the road and tried to drive cautiously now that he knew his daughter was in the car with him. Ellie acted as if she didn't hear him but Trevor told her otherwise, "I know you can hear me, Ellie." He continued.

"I thought you had another family." She said simply.

"Well, they kind of are, in a way." He replied, "I've known Michael for a long time. And I've come to think of him as family. And Tracey, his first kid, I knew her since she was born." Ellie's heart jumped slightly, Trevor may as well have been Tracey's dad, since he didn't even know she existed until a week ago, when her mother forcedly shoved her into Trevor's responsibility.

"Oh." She mumbled, not sure what else to say. Trevor didn't say anything either, so they drove back to the trailer in silence.


That was chapter 2, let me know what you think, if you want to see more or not. In chapter 3, we're jumping a few years ahead unless you guys say otherwise. Constructive criticism is welcomed, thanks for reading!