Part 3. Mission: Detained!
The cops were on their tail, thanks to Trevor lolly-gagging. This was great, what normal teenage girl went to jail with her two dad's? She could only see the headlines now.
Teen robs popular clothing store, accomplice: her father's.
Teen girl arrested for theft with her two gay dads.
Oh, Weazel News would just love it.
Trevor turned down a small street between two buildings and hit a trash can. Michael swore loudly at him, but Trevor ignored it, turning off the cars headlights and watched the rearview mirror. He waited a few minutes, a smirk growing on his lips.
"I think we lost 'em, Ladies," he announced, backing out of the tight space, hitting that trash can again.
"Good, I'm never doing that again," Trisha said, Trevor looked back at her, as he spun the car around and headed down the busy streets of Los Santos. "I feel... Gross. Wrong."
"But you also feel excited, pumped, thirsty for more?"
Trisha glared back at him, "No..."
"AEHHH!" Trevor retorted. "I don't know where we went wrong with her Mike." Michael said nothing, a surprise and probably a first. Trevor looked over to him now, angry. "Why the silence...Old Buddy?"
Michael looked nervous about speaking, again, a first." If she doesn't want to be like us, she doesn't have to. It's not for everyone, T."
"I want to be a teacher-"
"...you do?!" Michael butted in, shocked.
"-I don't want to be a freaking criminal!"
Trevor, no matter how shocked Michael appeared, he was worse. More shocked, completely blindsided, deeply hurt. "No!"
"What do you mean no?" Trisha retorted.
"I mean...no!" Trevor explained, looking back, through the mirror again. "No daughter of mine is gonna be...a teacher. ew...!"
Trisha looked ira*te, You can't stop me!"
" Ohhhooo...wanna bet?"
"Alright...enough-" Michael tried.
"YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!" Trisha suddenly screamed, cutting Michael off. She glared daggers at him. "Neither of you are!"
"Hey now!" Michael tried again.
"YOU BOTH CAN GO TO HELL!"
"Already been there, Baby Doll," Trevor retorted, angrier. "Now, shut the fuck up or I'll make you shut up..."
"Trev-" Michael tried, AGAIN, but it was at this point that the car was slowing down, and Trisha pushed open the back door and jumped out. "TRISHA!"
"Tuck and roll!" Trevor called after her, too angry to see much sense in the situation, watching as she peeled herself off the sidewalk and began running. Trevor just drove on.
"T, stop the fucking car!"
"No..." Trevor said, determined. "She needs to learn a lesson."
"You and your god damn lessons..."
XXX
Trisha walked down the street, and then streets, she wasn't ever really in Los Santos, so she didn't know the area that well, she tried calling Franklin but he didn't answer, so she was all alone. No matter how alone she would not return to Trevor, or Michael, or that trailer. Not even to get Mrs. P, even if she was scared what Trevor might do to it and she had had it since she was born. She was pretty sure her grandmother gave it to her...and also pretty sure that grandmother was dead, just like the rest of her family.
There were sirens in the background, and it was oh, so clear what she had to do. The whole world was pointing her in that direction. Part of her wanted to rat them out too, telling the police, in great detail, all they had done, but that would also mean ratting out Franklin, and no matter how much she didn't like Michael's family, they didn't deserve to have their father sent to jail...and Trevor would probably just murder all his inmates, so Trisha was probably saving a lot of people by keeping her lips shut...about most things.
XXX
Three...two...one. The car ignited in flames and Trevor let out a woohoo, as the car sank ever deeper into the river. The two then proceeded on foot. Not talking, as they flagged down a taxi and got inside.
It was at this point, as the driver asked, "Where to?" That Michael's phone began to bring. He pulled it from his pocket and looked at the ID. It was unknown.
"Hello?"
"Is this Michael De Santa?"
"...that depends on who wants to know?"
"This is the City of Los Santos Police Department, we have your daughter, Trisha De Santa Philips, in custody."
"Oh shit..." Michael sighed, shaking his head in utter distaste. "I'll be right there." He hung up the phone, glaring at Trevor. "I hope you're real proud of yourself!"
"What?!"
"The cops caught Trisha!" Michael explained, then looked at the cabbie. "LSPD, step on it."
"Fuck..." Trevor trailed off, shaking his head. "Those fucking snakes! I fucking hate cops!"
They arrived at the station, after having to over pay the cabbie to get them there faster. They both rushed inside, nearly pushing each other out of the way to do so.
"We're here for Trisha De Santa."
"De Santa Philips!" Trevor corrected.
"You must be her father...?" the woman at the desk looked between them.
"Yes," they both answered at the same time. The woman raised an eyebrow, but stood up anyway and walked over to the door, hit a few minutes on a key pad and opened the door.
"Right through here," she explained. "She's in holding cell two."
Both men rushed through the door at exactly the same time, having trouble fitting. The woman watched in disbelief, as they struggled, but then continued on, like nothing happened. She just returned to her desk, quickly, shaking her head.
"Trisha, Sweetheart!" Michael announced himself, as they walked toward her cell. She didn't look up. She only sat on the bench and looked at the floor.
"Trisha!" Trevor announced, as well, in a greeting. Trevor's voice seemed to irritate her enough to look up, and then huff. "Not even sixteen and already in jail? Seems like she beat your record, Mikey!"
"Shut up, T."
"Why are you two here?" Trisha barked at them, but now chose to look at the ceiling rather than at them. "I don't want you here..."
"We're here to bust you out!" Trevor expressed and that only made Trisha look more unhappy and groan.
"They called me, I'm you're father," Michael said, sternly, because he was losing his pataince. "I'm gonna handle this."
"No you're not!" Trisha jumped up, finally looking at them again, with daggers instead of eyes.
"YES, I FUCKING AM!" Micheal retorted in a shout he was sure every police officer on duty, here or not, could hear. But she didn't flinch, as none of his kids normally did when he shouted. She only looked more angry.
"NO YOU'RE NOT!" she yelled back. "YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER, MY FATHER'S DEAD, BECAUSE HE KILLED HIM!"
She pointed to Trevor, and Michael looked over, he didn't know what he was expecting to see; A wild animal, like he had when someone had insulted him before, a ball of rage, angry words flying, but what he saw, what he didn't expect to see...was the heart break in his, otherwise insane, best friend's eyes.
"Come on, T," Michael said gently, Trevor was rooted, mouth hung open, but not in it's usual, ugly U shape, with actual shock, formed into a O. He didn't move, Michael had to give him a little shove to get him going. "Let's see what the damage is..."
They headed back through the door and to the desk, where the women sat, pretending to do work, but was actually just on LifeInvader. She looked up at them, raising her eyebrow. "Are you posting bail?"
"Nah, I thought we'd leave her in there awhile..." Michael shrugged, sarcastically. The woman didn't seem to like that much. "Of course!"
"Okay," The Woman switched off her lifeInvader page and started typing fast. "You'll have to fill out some paper work, and one of the officers will need to have a conversation with you about next steps."
"Next steps?" Michael questioned, but got no answer as the woman hopped off her seat and went through the door. Michael's jaw twitched, as he looked over to Trevor. He stood there, silent, and that was very, very alarming. "Trevor?"
It took him awhile to answer. But when he did, it was not at all what Michael thought he would hear. "...she never talked about that before."
"That you killed her family?"
"I didn't know she knew..."
Michael shook his head, even more alarmed than he was before. "She wasn't a baby, T, when it happened. And even if she didn't understand it then, she would've pieced it together by now."
The woman finally returned, clipboard full of papers for Michael to fill out. Of course, because even in a normal, or at least normal for him, state, Trevor would never fill out paper work. She handed it over and motioned for them to go sit, in the two chairs, by the window. Michael nodded, heading that way, Trevor followed, like a lost puppy.
"I didn't kill her mother..." Trevor muttered, as he sat down, nearly on top of Michael, because his mind was else where, and he wasn't paying attention to anything around him. Michael pushed him down into his own seat.
"What?"
"I didn't kill her mother," Trevor repeated, slightly louder, but not so much that the woman at the desk could hear him. "She ran off."
"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me, T?"
"She just left her there!" Trevor growled. "If it was my kid I would make damn sure she was safe. Fuck, I would even do that for your kids, and I hate them!"
"I know ya would, T, but-"
"She didn't deserve to have her," Trevor said, growling a little more dog-form like. So, basically, back to his old self. Thank God. "She put her in a fucking closet! I know I'm fucked, but come ooon, Mike!"
Michael wasn't really sure what to say, whether or not Trisha's mother deserved to have her didn't seem like their thing to decide, but Trevor had already made said decision, so there wasn't much Michael could do about it. Instead, having finished the paper work, Michael stood up. Trevor, again, imminently followed suit.
"Should I tell her?"
Michael paused, before he fully reached the desk, thinking; That was the difference between them, Trevor was very straightforward, him telling it like it is was what got him into the most trouble. But Michael, well...he was charming when he wanted to be, a smooth talker, his wife had often told him he wouldn't be able to tell a truth from a lie if his life depended on it, and maybe that was true, but sometimes a lie saves the other person more than you think...
"Tell her she could've had a happy life with her mom and not with two lunatics and a gang-banger uncle? Nah..." Michael told him, casually. Now, finally, walking up to the desk and handing the woman the clipboard. Trevor didn't look convinced, but said nothing else about it.
XXX
The police officer stared both of them down, with a dirty look on his plastic face, as they all stood in front of Trisha's sell. Meanwhile, she refused to look at any of them.
"Turning herself in was the best option," the police officer began, looking very manufactured and like he was reading off a paper. But his words still rung in Trevor's ears.
"You...turned yourself in?" he turned to look at her, she only huffed.
"But with no money to speak of, I'm afraid it does little good to help the situation," the officer continued. "Of course, there will be a fine, but further steps will need taken,-"
"The money?!" Trisha suddenly yelled, jumping up and grabbing hold of the bars, they all looked over. "It's in the back of the-"
"AHHH! And..." Trevor shouted over her words, she stopped talking and glared at him. "These further steps are?"
The officer's look darkened, as he continued. "She will either be asked to appear in court, where she could be tried as a juvenile delinquent, or...she can voluntarily enter a youth program to help troubled teens in Los Santos and the surrounding area."
He handed a leaflet to Michael that had a sun with a smiley face on it. Trevor was disgusted by it already. "Do you realize you sound like an idiot when you talk?"
Michael looked up with wide eyes, whether the leaflet was that brainwashingly stupid or otherwise, Trevor didn't care. The officer glared. "Excuse me?"
"I'm only asking, Slick. Because I'm pretty sure you're fake as fuck!"
"T, shut up!"
"He's a robot, Mikey!"
"Look," the officer walked over to Trisha's cell and opened the door, she just stood there, looking sad, and not bothering to exit. "You posted bail, you are free to go, but don't leave the area. Someone will be in touch."
"Oooh, I bet they will, Buddy Boy!"
"Trevor..." This time it was Trisha speaking. "Shut up!"
(A/N: Just a warning, for this and really all stories of mine. I'm moving, so updates will not be happening for awhile, but that's good, because I hopefully will be moving somewhere with good internet and will be able to do more things. Wish me luck! And...please do leave me some feedback, I really enjoy writing this story, more so than I have any other story in quite awhile!)