Chapter 22: Out Of The Bag
Stephanie sat on the couch of the small single wide trailer that Trevor owned, she had her legs crossed and her phone in her hand. She was ignoring Franklin's calls and texts while she and Packie sexted on the phone, Michael sat in a chair smoking a cigarette. Michael's phone rang, he stood up to answer it. "Oh hey, I had to kinda lay low for awhile. That nice Mexican we met. Me and T did that job for him. And we fell out." Michael explained. "You gotta be joking." Franklin said. "I wish I was." So where you at now?" Franklin asked. "Desert. Out by Alamo Sea." Michael replied. "Yeah well, I'll hit you if I find anything, where's Steph man? She there with you?" Franklin asked Michael. "Yeah, she's with us. Oh Trevor's got his wife." Michael replied. "Trevor's got a wife?" Franklin asked in response. "No the Mexican's wife. He and Stephanie kidnapped her." Michael replied. "Oh, I don't know what ti say about that one." Franklin told Michael. "Nothing. Nothing to say about that." Michael replied before hanging up the phone. "Ron!' Trevor shouted from the bedroom where he was laying down. "Ron we're back!" Trevor shouted standing up. He walked to the door of his room and stood there. "And bring me my coffee or I'll cut your fucking arm off!" Trevor shouted. Michael walked to the bathroom and started pissing, he looked at Trevor who stood there. "Who is that your maid?" Michael asked. "Business partner, good guy, very loyal." Trevor replied.
Ron walked in the trailer and poured Trevor a cup of coffee, Trevor walked right past Ron. "Ron, this is Michael, Steph, and this is Patricia." Trevor said before taking the duct tape off Patricia's face. He sat down in front of her, she looked into his drug addled eyes. "Now…listen, beautiful, y'know sorry about everything that's happened, and I y'know can't guarantee you no harm's gonna come to you. Might have to chop you up into little pieces before spraying your pulped mess down the drain, but I really hope it doesn't come to that." Trevor explained to her. "I appreciate your honesty, you are a good man." Patricia replied as Trevor took the coffee out of Ron's hand. "I can see that." She told him. You need your eyes examined then." Michael told Patricia. Trevor shoved the empty coffee cup in Michael's hand and walked towards the sink. "Ron, you miss me?" Trevor asked. "Yes Trevor, a little bit I mean." Ron replied. "How's the fucking business?" Trevor asked aggressively. "I-I-I tried." Ron replied nervously. "If you're gonna give me a sob story I'm gonna rip your fucking throat out, and shove a turd down the hole." It's not a sob story, it's just not quite come good yet." Ron replied. "But I heard about something- to do with Merryweather." Ron told Trevor. "Those assholes again." Trevor replied. "Big cache of weapons they got coming in, so I thought you might want to umm requisition it." "Fantastic! Let's go!" Trevor told Ron. "I'm in." Michael said standing up. "Me too." Stephanie said as well. "No no no, Michael you're a wanted man. And Stephanie I don't want you getting hurt." Trevor told Stephanie. "But I want to help." Stephanie said. "The answer is no! Stay here!" Trevor shouted at Stephanie. She sat on the couch and crossed her arms and legs, she pouted like a little kid as Trevor and Ron walked out the door.
Stephanie remained seated as she heard Trevor leave in his truck, Michael stood up and walked out the door. "Where are you going?" Steph asked Michael. "I gotta get out for awhile, watch the hostage." Michael replied. He left the trailer and got in his car, Stephanie sat on the couch and texted Packie. "OMG, I'm in the desert with my uncle and his creepy friend." She texted. "That sucks babe, want me to make a trip out there to see you?" Packie texted back. "Yes plz " She replied. Stephanie stood up to stretch her legs, she walked around the trailer looking at everything. She noticed a file that read DNA analysis Stephanie Ross, she picked up the folder and opened it up. It contained a hair from her and a hair from Trevor, she read the results that read match. Stephanie dropped the folder as her eyes filled with water, she ran outside the trailer screaming and crying. A local redneck saw her outside the trailer crying and he stopped his truck, he got out and ran to Steph. "You alright little miss?" He asked Stephanie. She started punching the redneck in the face with suck force that he fell to the ground, she started stomping his head in with her boot until it was a bloody mess. When she regained her composure she looked at what she did, Packie pulled up in a Banshee and got out. "Babe what did you do?" He asked her. Stephanie started crying in Packie's arms, he held her tight. "That creep friend of my uncle's is my father. I'm an abomination like my dad said." Stephanie told Packie. "We'll talk about that, let's get rid of this corpse." Packie replied. Stephanie helped Packie load the body into his trunk, they got in his car and drove off.