Part 4. Mission: Troubled House Guest.
"The car...blew up?!" Trisha yelled, as they stood on the sidewalk, outside the police station, waiting for a taxi. "And the money...?"
"Yeah, well, if the water didn't get the money first, the grenade did," Trevor explained. Trisha sighed, face-palming.
"We were getting tagged by the cops, we didn't have a choice," Michael explained, also. "We didn't know you left it."
"I didn't want it!" Trisha yelled, right as the taxi pulled up. She yanked open the door and got inside. The two followed and Trisha was squished into the door as Micheal took spot in the middle and Trevor didn't think to get in the front. She took a deep, pained, breath, trying not to think that it would be better to just have stayed in jail.
"Portola Drive," Michael said,and then the ride was quiet.
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Once they arrived at Michael's house, Trevor had a quick argument with the driver about why he didn't get a tip, and then quickly caught up with the other two, as they walked inside.
"Amanda, Baby!" Michael called out, to which Trevor rolled his eyes. "Come here!" Amanda walked into the room, from the living room. Looking very annoyed, Trevor could only hope it was because of him, she gave him a dirty look as she reached her husband.
"What did you do now?" she asked, irritated,with a raised, very trimmed, eyebrow
Michael shrugged at her words. "What do you mean 'what did I do now'?"
"Every time you call me baby it either means you did something, or you're going to do something," Amanda explained. "So, which is it?
"Nothing, Baby," Michael said. Trevor shook his head, looking over to Trisha, she looked just as sickened as Trevor felt.
"Ohhhh, he's been a bad boy, alright," Trevor chided, smirking. "You better get that leash back on 'em. Just don't try to run, Mikey. Woof, woo.-uugh-" Trevor made obscene, even for his standards, choking noises.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Amanda retorted. "Shouldn't you be off terrorizing another town?"
Trevor gasped, pretending to be hurt. "Mike, I think your wife is calling me a terrorist!"
"Well...you kinda are."
Trevor glared, a real glare. "Fuck you, Michael!"
Amanda sighed, annoyed. "What is the point of this?"
"Look, Honey...Trisha got in some trouble,"Michael explained, softly, like was delivering a massive blow. "She's gonna have to stay here for awhile. She can use the guest room."
"Whatever,"Amanda retorted, turning around and headed for the kitchen. "I don't care..."
"Great seeing ya again, 'Manda!" Trevor called after her. "Those swimming lessons are doing wonders for you!"
He went entirely ignored, as he knew he would, and turned back to the other two. "Hey,"Michael retorted, late, smacking Trevor in the arm. "Lay off her!"
"I hate to say this, Michael, but I don't think your wife likes me very much," Trevor explained himself, kind of. Michael rolled his eyes.
"You're a required taste, T."
"Ah," Trevor nodded. "And you require it, dont'cha, Sugar Tits?"
"Sure..."
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He did not.
Trevor left, not getting much of a goodbye from Trisha before he went, which seemed to disappoint him. But she was obviously still mad, she held on to things almost as good as Trevor did. Michael sighed, closing his eyes and trying to get rid of the pain in the center of his forehead.
"Can. I go upstairs now?" Trisha asked, snappily. Michael nodded and she was gone, marching up the stairs almost louder than Tracey did, when she was angry with him. Which, was always.
Michael headed into the kitchen, hungry, it had been a long day, he just wanted to relax now that he was home. He didn't expect Amanda to still be there, he expected her to be outside, getting useless swimming lessons he had to pay for. And the look on her face, the look that never seemed to work on the kids, but was oddly perfected just for him...it didn't tell him why, just that he was in trouble.
"What?!" he demanded, as he got bread from the breadbox, in trouble or not, he was still hungry.
"I don't understand something,"Amanda said.
"I don't understand a lot of things..."
She gave him a dirty look. ""Why do you still spend time with that...that monster?!"
Michael momentarily forgot his hunt for lunch meat and stared at her. "Who?" he asked, though he had an idea who."Trevor?" The look she gave him, a look that told him he had guessed correctly. "Oh, come on...he's not that bad!"
"He eats people!"
"He does not, he just says that..." Michael shrugged off her words. "He says a lot of dumb shit."
"He has you mixed up in his bullshit, Michael, like always," Amanda said, seriously even though he was trying to blow her off. She didn't want to get the hint. Micheal was just stuck with Trevor, like a curse, or like a lump on his ass, it wasn't going away any time soon. "And now the girl, too..."
"Trisha?!" Michael retorted, seriously now. He had always known Amanda didn't like the fact that Michael was helping Trevor raise Trisha, and he could understand that, he hadn't liked it so much himself at first. But somewhere along the road Michael began to see Trisha as one of his kids, and he wouldn't let Amanda belittle that again."Don't start about her again."
"Why not?!" Amanda retorted. "You let her stay in our home...without even asking how I feel about it?!"
"I knew how you'd feel about it," Michael argued. "I didn't have a fucking choice!"
"Let Trevor deal with it!" Amanda demanded. 'It's not you're fucking responsibility!"
"IT IS MY FUCKING RESPONSIBILITY, SHE'S MY KID!" Michael yelled, almost screamed, in return. Amanda didn't flinch, as it seemed no one did when he yelled, and her lips only curled into a even less attractive sneer.
"She is not your kid, Michael...the only kids you have you don't pay any attention to..."
"Yo, um...am I interrupting somethin'?"
The voice threw Michael off from his soon to be rage, and he froze, taking a step back from his wife. Franklin stood there, eyes wide and looking very uncomfortable. "No," Michael answered, picking his bread up, off the floor, where he threw it when he shouted. "How did you get in here?"
"I'm from the hood, Dogg," Franklin shrugged. "It's the first thing you learn in school."
Michael nodded, feeling, still, a little too on edge to be having a normal conversation.
"You know you're always welcome here, Franklin," Amanda said, in a smooth, sweet voice that she didn't have just a second ago. Franklin smiled at her.
"Thanks...Ma'am."
"I have to go, Pedro will be here any second for our swimming lesson," Amanda said, and headed for the back door. "Michael, we'll talk about this later."
He waited for her to be outside before he replied. "No we won't..."
"What the fuck was that?" Franklin asked, now that Amanda was gone. He always liked to keep a certain amount of respect and politeness when he was around Amanda, or even Tracey, that he knew he didn't have to keep up with Micheal. Michael appropriated it, he liked a man that could show women respect. Michael himself wished he could be more like that.
"Bullshit, Frank, just complete bullshit..." Michael trailed off, opening the fridge, finally, because he was still hungry. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"I talked to T, he told me Trisha got into trouble," Franklin shrugged, as Michael set down all of his basic sandwich necessities. "She text me earlier and sounded pretty upset, man, and I missed her call...I thought I'd come over and she if she wanted to hang."
"She turned herself in after Trevor made her stick-up a store," Michael explained. "Then, me and T blew up the money on accident, so now she could either do time or we send her to some fuckin' camp for hippie fuck-ups."
"Fuck, Dogg, why the fuck didn't you call me sooner?"
Michael shrugged, and took a bite of his made sandwich. "Me and T handled it."
"Shit, man...I bet she's freaking, doin' time at her age? What the fuck?" Franklin shook his head. "We can fix this, Lester can-"
"I'm going to call Lester in the morning," Michael explained.
"Good," Franklin said. "I'm gonna go see Little T, she upstairs?"
"Yeah," Michael answered, as Franklin walked away, before shoving the rest of his sandwich into his mouth.
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Trisha woke up early, much earlier than everyone else in the house, and that was just like with Trevor too. He could sleep forever. She headed downstairs, going to sit in Michael's fancy living room. Of course she had been in Micheal's house before, her and Trevor, and also Franklin and a few other people she didn't know, always came over for Thanksgiving, but other than that, she hadn't really been here, and had Certainly never spent the night. It was a lot different than at Trevor's trailer, for one she actually got to sleep on a bed, rather than the couch, everything was so roomy and big and just overall smelled better.
Trisha heard something at the front door, she stood up and walked into the foyer to see Michael's daughter, Tracey, trying to sneak up the stairs, she spotted her and made a face like she smelled something off.
"Oh, ew...it's you," she said, in the most vally girl way possible. It made Trisha suddenly very happy she wasn't allowed to go to school. "You're not like...gonna tell my dad you saw me, right?"
Trisha shrugged one shoulder, looking coy. "It might just slip out..."
"Don't tell him, he'll get like so pissed off!"
"Aren't you an adult?" Trisha offered now, still not giving an answer. "What can he really do and are you really that scared? If you are, that's sad...because I'm not even scared of him."
"One word'" Tracey said, and leaned over the banister, closer to her. She smelled like pot and booze. "Trust-fund."
"That's two words..." Trisha trailed off. "And even more sad, you want to stay on his good side so he gives you money when he dies?"
"Exactly!" Tracey smiled. "And with how he acts and what he eats...it won't be that long now."
Trisha's eyes widened, "Wow...okay."
"So, you won't tell him?"
"Noo..." Trisha shook her head, Tracey smiled and headed up the stairs. "Wow...these people are fucked up."
(A/N: I'm sorry I have been away so long, I moved and such. Though, I did continue writing while I was away, so I have tons of chapters for anyone whose interested! I will update again in a day or so with part 5, just to get back into the swing of things. enjoy!)