We were back at Michael's house, with Franklin making the executive decision that we should relax and watch TV. It was a little late into the evening, but it didn't sound like a terrible idea. I also didn't mind the fact of the extended hang out time with them. Michael kind of acted like a father figure for me. He was kind, remembered a lot of things that I liked and we actually had a lot in common. Franklin was pretty cool too, he was very down-to-earth. It kind of made me question why he associated with Trevor and Michael, more importantly how. The way he talked and acted, he seemed to be a native of LS, while Michael and Trevor lacked what LS thrusted on to people. The accent, the attitude; the two of them were simply out of place compared to the rest of the population of the area. Franklin is also clearly closer to my age, rather than Michael's and Trevor's. I'm wondering what kind of mess Franklin got into, that lead him to get involved with them. I was curled up next to the armrest, lazily zoning in and out of the sports program that was on the tv. I looked towards Franklin and Michael who were deep in conversation with each other over what they were watching. I looked at the clock that was hung on one of the adjacent walls. It was close to midnight, and I was already falling asleep. I was suddenly jolted awake by the sound of loud pounding against Michael's front door. Michael got up and as he walked towards the entrance, under his breath he swore,
"Fuckin' bastard." Franklin and I quickly looked at each. I sat up with a speed like no other, and Franklin turned off the tv. We heard Michael open the front door and Trevor loudly proclaim,
"Took you long enough! Maybe you should lose some weight and you'll be able to answer the door in a more timely manner."
"Oh shut the fuck up. What do you want?" Michael's voice was drowning in irritation.
"I'm just here to see my good friend, and my maid. Speaking of which, where is she?"
"Cut the bullshit Trevor. Everyone knows she's your hostage." I could hear Trevor's tone change.
"Good, don't fuckin' forget it. Where is she?" I stood up, and walked down the steps of the living room, where upon taking a left, I came face to face with Trevor. Actually it was face to chest, as I bumped right into him. He smelled awful like usual. I tried to quickly take a step back, but he was quicker to react; grabbing both my shoulders, pulling me closer, forming my arms around him and hugging me.
"I didn't know you were a hugger! Don't be shy. There we go! Nice hug." He squeezed me tightly, making it difficult to breath. As he let me go, I took a step back. I felt dirty after hugging him, as if all of the dirt he was caked in, fell on to me in that hug. I cringed and tried not to think too hard where the dirt or smell came from.
"Great news!" Trevor exclaimed. I looked up at him, thinking of the worst and what could be considered as good news. "We are going back home!" My face changed into shock. "Buuuut, we gotta make a quick stop somewhere, soooo I need you to come with me, behave and we'll be on our way with no problem or incident." Trevor's hands were on his hips, with a wide grin on his face. I'm not sure why he seemed proud of himself, but he was. "So, I'll wait here and you get all of your things!" I looked towards Michael who was frowning,
"Hey, is there a reason why you're taking her with?" Trevor quickly looked towards me, and then towards Michael.
"Lily, go get your things. I have to talk to Mikey." From Trevor's tone, he wasn't fucking around. Horror-stricken, I quickly went to the stairs and started walking up, practically running, skipping steps as I went. I ran into Tracy's room and started grabbing all of the clothes I had neatly placed in an empty drawer. I quickly placed them in an old duffel bag that Tracy had given me. It looked fairly new, even though she had tried to convince me that it was about 3 years old. I tried to put them in as neatly as possible, but with everyone's voices rising, I didn't have time to let my OCD take over. I zipped up the duffel bag and bolted out of Tracy's room and down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, Franklin was standing between Michael and Trevor, hands extended out to make them both stop yelling or doing whatever it was they were going to do.
"Ya'll both need to stop. You both aren't doing the greatest things, no matter how you look at it. So just take a step back." Franklin stated loudly.
"He's the one talkin' bullshit!" Michael and Trevor yelled at the same time.
"I don't care. Everybody talks bullshit. Now just chill the fuck out!" Franklin yelled back. I stood silently at the bottom of the steps until Trevor noticed me when he yelled in frustration. The anger was still grossly etched into his face when he walked over to me, grabbed my wrist and started heading to the door.
"We're fuckin' leave. I'm tired of your bullshit." I heard Michael and Franklin sigh in defeat, as we walked out of Michael's home. He practically shoved me into my seat when we got to the bodhi. As we started driving off, Trevor clipped Michael's front gate. The scraping sound almost made me yelp in surprise.
"Can you believe that fucker?" Trevor gripped the steering wheel. I clutched the edge of the seat. "He thinks he can get off by telling me what to do, what I'm doing wrong, when that selfish fucker can barely follow his own god damn advice. His family left him, and now, NOW he misses them. I can't fuckin' stand that stupid fucker sometimes. I can't believe I call him my best friend." He was practically screaming at this point. I was pressed up against the door, staring at him, making sure he wasn't going to randomly swing or deck me while recklessly driving. He had hit a few curbs, an innocent pedestrian and had drove on the sidewalk a few times. I didn't think it was a good idea to interrupt him though. It seemed like there was no point; the anger could get directed towards me. We suddenly came to a rough halt, I felt my whole body lurch forward, almost running into the dashboard. Trevor suddenly got out, and before I knew it, pulled me out of the bodhi.
"Come on, no time to waste, we got shit to do." I came stumbling out of the bodhi, with his hand squeezing tightly around my upper arm. I tripped every so often because of the way he was dragging me.
"Do you know how to fuckin' walk?" Trevor spit at me. I cringed and tried to wipe off the spit that had landed on my arm. I tried to walk normally, but the steps he was taking, were too big and fast for me to keep up. I looked up to try and get a good idea of where we were going. My eye twitched as soon as I saw the sign. The Vanilla Unicorn. What? As we entered, people looked at us with some concern but no one did anything. Trevor looked like an intimidating guy, and he is, but because Los Santos is Los Santos as Franklin put it in the diner, everybody would be just looking out for themselves. I shouldn't expect help. As we walked in, the smell of body odor and I could feel the sweat just immediately hit my face. I wanted to gag. We walked into a large open room, women walking around half-naked and men oogling them like they were candy. I could feel my stomach churn as Trevor looked around, and then start walking again towards a small table in the corner of the room. He shoved me in a chair and got extremely close to my face. I could smell his breath and I was sure I was going to barf.
"Listen here. If you leave this fuckin' table under any circumstance, I'm going to cut off your fuckin' legs, and shove them down your goddamn throat. Do you understanding me?" I nodded quickly. He hadn't been that scary in a while. "Good." He lightly kissed me on the forehead. "Now be good." He walked away quickly. I sat shocked. Like I said. Unpredictable.