I didn't think it would go this far. Honestly, I was hoping she would get away from this whole mess and I'd just have to clean up everything after. I could deal with Trevor's meltdowns, I'd already been through enough of those to figure out how to calm his ass down. Well, I did think that, but now I wasn't so sure. I had received a call early morning after my own fucking mess, Trevor was practically incomprehensible. I told Manda that I'd be right back because I had no fucking clue what was going on. She had initially begged me to tell her what was going on, but I honestly had no idea either. When I got to his trailer, the whole fucking thing was messed up. There were bullets everywhere, part of his fucking garage and trailer was missing, and blood was just all over the place. It kind of looked like the movie set. Ron had been sitting on the steps of the trailer when I got there. When I asked what happened, he just kept repeating that he was a failure. I shook and threatened him to tell me where Trevor was.
"He's at the hospital." He was so monotone, I almost thought his soul had gotten ripped out. I dropped him and headed over to the Sandy Shores hospital where Trevor sat in the waiting room. I'd seen him fucked up; shit, I'm probably the only person to see him at his lowest point but this… was an all new low. He had practically scratched the skin off his arms, and when I approached him, he immediately jumped up and approached me.
"What are you-" Before I could get any words out, he pulled me into a tight hug. He never hugs me. While it was uncomfortable, I sighed and patted him on the back before pushing him away.
"What are you doing here?" Finally completing my sentence.
"Li-Li-Lily got fucking shot." His hands were on my shoulders as if trying to prepare me for the news. My heart stopped for a second before I asked,
"What the fuck do you mean she got shot? Where the fuck were you?! Where the fuck was that stupid ass maid?!" My temper was boiling over fast.
"De-Devin fucking Weston had men come attack her at the same time as your family was getting attacked. But that motherfucker came personally. I-I-I was doing business stuff. I-I-I was busy! I didn't know this was going to happen. Ron had left her alone and I told him to, but as soon as the shooting broke out, I expected him to fucking help her. He ended up throwing a grenade in the fucking area and she was within the fucking kill radius, but with all the bodies, it seemed to shield her. But that dumb fuck threw a goddamn M67! An M67! I can't fucking believe, she's not fucking dead or-or-or-or has any fucking fragments stuck in her. Her ears suffered some damage because of course just covering your ears isn't going to fucking help when you're at the edge of the kill radius of a fucking grenade." Trevor sat back down and covered his face.
"For fuck's sake. Why can't I catch a break? Why can I just fucking be happy?" Trevor started to sob as I stood unsure what to do. Usually I'd be quick to make a joke, but I could feel the shock hit me.
"Where is she? Let me see her." My fists were clenched so tightly, I was beginning to shake.
"We can't go in. She's getting fucking surgery." He replied quietly. Tears streaming down his face. I could feel the frustration build up. I wanted to hurt something, someone, kick a trash-can, fucking anything. I pulled out my phone, dialing Frank.
"What's up Mikey?"
"You fuckin' doin' anything right now man?"
"Naw dawg, I'm free. What, you wanna chill?"
"I fucking wish. I'm at Sandy Shores Hospital, we need you down here."
"Aight I'll be there." I hung up, sitting down next to Trevor.
"So what now? We just have to wait?" I looked over at Trevor who was whimpering like a child, sadly nodded in reply. I let out an exasperated sigh and leaned back into the chair. What an absolute shit show. The fact that he was a mess over something like this was odd; usually by now he was plotting or acting on impulse against people but I guess there's a lot more to this than I thought.
I thought about when he first brought her up. He had just walked back into my life, scared the shit out of my family and we were on the way to the Lazlow and Tracey when he had brought it up.
"I've got someone important in my life now, so I can't babysit you as much any more."
"Thank god, who's the poor sucker? Which poor sap did you kidnap?" Trevor had looked offended.
"I'll have you know that when comes to kidnapping, if there's love, then it's not kidnapping."
"What kind of fucking logic is that?" We had an argument all the way there because of that stupid comment. I thought who ever it was, was delusional and must be as crazy as he was; only to be pleasantly surprised that she was normal, intelligent and actually thought about her actions and the consequences. She was calculating, and wasn't impulsive in the least. Trevor's obsession with her seemed obvious. She gave good advice that I should have tried to use when talking to my family. Him, having me watch over her, how close he stood next to her, and the way he looked at her. I wanted to help her, or at least get out so that she could live her life. She was clearly going places and she didn't need Trevor dragging her down.
Her love for old movies and diners only gave me a better impression. She wasn't a picky eater, although her love for milkshakes was strong, and she didn't seem to have an overall need for material things. It seemed to be the basics for her. When Trevor decked Lazlow, I felt like we had the same idea. Trevor was merely protecting his territory and it was evident on her face that she knew that. The glare and caution on her face, not immediately jumping to thank him when it happened; it was almost as if she knew what he was doing, that she had experienced this before all through observation and Trevor's actions. When we did that retrieval mission for Davey, he couldn't stop talking about her then either. He was so focused on getting back to her.
"Hey, maybe you'd be the wrong person to ask for this, but what would be the best gift to give someone as beautiful as Lily?"
"You mean other than her freedom?"
"No jokes porkchop. Serious questions need serious answers."
"I was serious. Lily isn't someone that you can keep on a short leash. If you actually do feel the way that you do about her, you would be trying to make her happy by giving her more freedom and taking better care of her. You seem to have a way of stepping on landmines when you're trying to make someone happy." Trevor went silent up until after the mission.
"Mikey, listen. I really want her to be happy, but I don't want her to go. If I do, she's going to run so far that I'll never be able to catch her. Just give me some helpful advice on how to make her happy. Every time I hold her hand, it feels like my heart is just going to fucking burst. It's so small and soft and I just can't stop thinking about the feeling." I was shocked that he was actually trying to keep this person; it almost seemed like it was normal if you ignored the basis of; he kidnapped her and now he was trying to make her develop stockholm syndrome.
"Lily is way too good for that. She doesn't need you keeping her in a small cage. She needs space; she wants to go to college, she wants to do more with her life than we ever will or whatever you could bring to her. She's an individual, not something to be won." His face contorted and he had yelled,
"Fuck you! What do you know? Why would I even ask you? Your whole marriage is falling the fuck apart." He stomped off, leaving me stranded at the lot.
He then dropped her off for two fucking weeks, calling every god damn night to ask how she was, if she was talking about him and all that bullshit. I thought by now, with the space, he would have thought, maybe this was a bad idea. No, and he didn't seem to change. He stayed insistent that I must be with her at all times or he was going to rip my throat out. Any time we were doing anything, he would talk about her. Her hair, how nice she was, how beautiful and gentle and all this other bullshit. Every night, he would call and say that something happened between them and that he felt like it was progress in their relationship.
"The other night, she told me she wouldn't manipulate me. She wouldn't take advantage of me, unlike someone I know." He spat. It was then I realized that she was a lot smarter than she was letting him on. She was actually thinking of the consequences of emotional manipulation of Trevor and how that could lead to her death. She also probably said it, because he's constantly watching her like crazy and that he would probably notice something was wrong immediately if she suddenly started acting nice.
When she fought off that gangster that had a gun to her head, I was majorly impressed. I don't think I considered her anything but a poor soul until that happened. She knew how to handle herself and was very good at showing Trevor her weak side so that he wouldn't try to use her for anything else. It was fortunate that he didn't see her do it either or else there would have been more problems. He had talked about her being fragile and needed protecting; but it was very clear that he had no idea what she was talking about. She was doing a great job in keeping everything about her a secret.
"Dawg, if Trevor finds out-"
"Trevor ain't going to find out because we aren't going to tell him anything. He can't know that she's fully capable of probably taking his ass out and she's waiting for a good time to act anyways. Let's at least help her out by not saying anything. Sure it could bite us in the ass, but at least by that time, she'll get away." Lily had fallen asleep on my shoulder as Franklin sat in front of me.
I don't think I considered her to be like a daughter until we had the milkshakes. She actually thought of every aspect of getting away and she was smart enough not to drag anyone else down with her. Even though most people would do that, she was actually thinking of the lives those people had rather than just deciding that we were at her disposal. I know in this situation, I would probably kill myself or Trevor in order to get away, but that's just me. I would use people as much as I could, but here she was; being too freaking nice. I never had anyone think about my situation or my family, and she as thoughtful enough to do that. I had kind of wished that she was a part of my family, maybe she'd be the one to help me smooth things out.
Things got even worse with all that Madrazo bullshit. Trevor was an absolute fucking nut, stealing the guy's car and his fucking wife. Still having another hostage at his own home. So fucking stupid.
"Listen Mikey, I've never been, this in love before. Ever. I have everyone I want in my life; Lily, the love my life, Mrs. Madrazo who is fucking kind and sweet and even you, porkchop. I actually have everything in one place and I've never felt happier. At least Lily seems to be more comfortable with the two of you around. She makes more jokes, she smiles more; and I just… I just can't get over her smile. She just lights up the whole room. When I carried her the other day, she was so soft, warm and light. She was like a feather." I thought he was absolutely insane, and then that other fucking mess happened. I wanted to punch his fucking lights out for what he did to her.
"Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. I can't get her out of my head, I dream about her every fucking time. I tried to make a move and all I did was fuck it up. I couldn't fucking help myself, I just want to put my hands all over her. I-I-I made a mistake. I-I-I-I just wanted to make her feel good. She was so fucking hot, wet a-a-and tight. Her hands are so fucking small and soft, I can't fucking stop thinking about the feel. Fuck, I wanted to just lose control. I-I know that I can make her feel good, but I-I-I feel like even though we made this deal, I just can't fucking do anything right." Trevor was drunk and crying. Mrs. Madrazo and I were attempting to keep him away from Lily. At least Mrs. Madrazo scolded him for doing it, telling him that he needed to give Lily space and that love shouldn't be rushed. I wouldn't have described it that way.
"Mikey, I really need to fuck, but I don't want to rush or hurt her. I just need something to relax and I like relaxing that way but I don't think she's ready. Even though we have this thing, I feel like she's not 100% and-and I feel terrible." No matter how much he talked about feeling bad, he just went back to the way that he was, with the added bonus of me keeping him away from her. He was absolutely fucking insane.
"You are delusional."
"I am not fucking delusional. You do not understand how the fuck I feel about her. The way she makes my head spin and how I just-I just fucking want things. Is it wrong for me to fucking want something?!"
"This is not something just you can want! She needs to want this too and what I think she really wants is not be a fucking prisoner of some obsessive pychopath."
"You don't fucking understand how I feel!" The fourth argument of that week over the same fucking thing. He was driving me crazy. When we were finally able to pay back Madrazo, this fucker still had other plans.
"This would be the best time to let her go. We all leave at the same time and you can heal in peace. If you keep her there, you'll only make harder on yourself." I attempted to persuade Trevor.
"Fuck you Michael. You just want me to be all alone."
"You have your maid."
"Yeah, well about that, Ron fucking hates her. They're always getting into fights, being fucking children. She fucked up his knee for throwing her under the bus about breaking a fuckin' door." I laughed.
"Yeah, I watch them glare at each other. Man what the fuck is up with him anyways? He fuckin' like her or something?"
"He better fucking not. Cause I swear to fucking god, I will torture him like no man has been tortured before."
"What the fuck ever." It just one thing after another with him, being all fucking dramatic.
When Lily finally made her move, I thought Trevor was going to ring my neck. Although everything worked out in the end, I didn't expect her to be able to take out Weston, Davey and Haines all at the same time. That was pretty amusing.
The next time we talked about her was after they "consummated" their love. He was going absolutely fucking nuts over it.
"It was absolutely fucking amazing and perfect. Everything about her was what I thought it. Just fucking perfect. I keep replaying everything that happened in my head, and I just can't stop thinking about it." He sounded head over heels. I knew he had fallen for her hard, but damn, this was an all new type of falling. He'd mention her at least once in every call, text, or conversation. They just held hands and he thought her hands were softer than usual? That was a two-page text. She made him breakfast and kissed him on the forehead while handing it to him? That was a three hour phone call. She told him that she loved him and didn't want him to kill himself due to his major depression and her caring about him; I got to him fucking first, knowing fully well that he had been on a one week binge of suicidal thoughts, drinking, and dangerous behavior. He had called Frank and I several times over the week and just went on and on about how he fucked up. How everything had been perfect because she had been waiting for him at the trailer without moving from a single spot, and how accepting she had been when he got home; only for him to fuck it up by getting angry over something that happened fucking months ago.
Here we were now, he was crying his eyes out in a hospital. He had been going crazy over her for the last year and I didn't believe him one bit, but this. This felt real, it felt genuine. Franklin swiftly joined us,
"What the fuck happened?" He had both of his hands out in question.
"Lily got shot and we don't know what else is wrong."
"Are you fucking kiddin' me? Who fuckin' did it?" Franklin looked between the two of us for an answer. Trevor commenced to sob and practically wail.
"Devin Weston." I replied in his stead.
"Motherfucker."
"That's a word for him." Trevor's wails began to pierce my ears as I patted his back.
"Hey, we're here, so just relax. I'm sure everything will work out and as an added bonus; I'm sure we can get that motherfucker."
"What makes you say that?" Franklin questioned, Trevor incomprehensible.
"We have Lester." I pulled my phone, quickly dialing up his number.
"Michael." He answered in a tired voice.
"Lester, I need a favor."
"What kind? I'm a little busy." I rolled my eyes.
"I need to find Devin Weston, he attacked Lily." Lester fell silent.
"Where is she now?"
"Hospital." Taking a deep breath, Lester spoke,
"Well, let me see what I can do… okay so it says here that he's in another hospital, placed under FIB protection and custody. Well, it would be really hard for you to get him now, apparently he's in a comatose state and getting surgery. Can't do anything for you there." I nodded. "Well I can't do anything now or yet, but later when he gets better we can. I'm pretty sure I can fuck him over until then."
"Thanks Lester, I'll pass it on." I hung up, turning to Trevor who was now clinging to Franklin for support. Franklin shook his head and gave me an exasperated look.
"Alright, well Lester said that we can't do anything to him now, but when he get's better we can most definitely fuck him up."
"Sounds good dawg, now can you get this dude off of me?"
"I… I thought you were my friend." Trevor sobbed, almost incomprehensible.
"We are homies, but not like this." I patted Trevor's shoulder,
"Come on, get up. Everything is going to be okay. She'll be fine." I attempted to comfort him. We ended up spending the night there. The morning came around and while she was out of surgery, she still had to get a lot of work done.
As we waited for her condition to be more stable, Trevor stood up, fists clenched.
"What. The fuck. Are you doing here?" He spat. I turned my head to see Ron. Franklin and I stood up as fast as we could; Franklin moved towards Trevor, pulling him away. I moved towards Ron, putting my hand out. I turned my head, watching Franklin take him to a corner and calm him down. My head snapped back to Ron.
"What in the ever living fuck were you thinking? Throwing a fucking M67 grenade when she's so close to the fucking kill zone? You couldn't even see her could you? What in the living fuck were you thinking? You could have fucking killed her you fucking moron!" Ron's face turned into horror and confusion.
"I-I-I-I di-ddd-didn't mean t-t-to-too. I-I-"
"Shut the fuck up with your stuttering excuses. How the fuck can you not think about where she is in relation to a fucking bomb? What the fuck is wrong with you? Jesus fuck, what would have happened if she died? Who knows what the fuck is wrong with her, because there's no way she got away from that unharmed. Jesus fuck, you are fucking stupid." Ron began to cry.
"I just got s-s-so scared and I ju-just thought-"
"Well you thought fucking wrong. Do you have any idea what you've done?"
"Excuse me, is anyone here in close relation to Ms. Lily Phillips?" All of us turned our heads to the voice to see a doctor, holding a clipboard, looking between each of us.
"I-I-I'm her husband!" Trevor coughed. "I'm her husband." Trevor made his way over to me and whispered.
"Can you ask Lester-"
"Don't worry about it, we'll figure something out. Just go." I patted his shoulder as he went to the doctor. He went behind two double doors as I turned back to Ron.
"When he gets back out here, we are all going to hear what the fuck is going on and I want you to fully fucking understand what the fuck you've done; you fucking idiot."
Lily. We're out here waiting for you.