Trevor approached Storm and Lightening as Storm introduced him, she winked at Lightening and whispered something in her ear. They shared a smile and then Lightening introduced herself to Trevor. Michael watched them all getting along and he saw Strom gripping Trevor's large pinkie. His forehead crinkled as his face turned red. He approached Trevor swinging him around by his shoulder "I want you OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!" He took Storm and Lightening by the hands pulling them behind him.
"You want me out Michael?" Trevor came closer looking down on him "Then you're gonna have to make me leave."
Michael was burning up as he was about to shove Trevor to the floor. Storm ran up to them pulling them apart. "Please, just stop" she turned to Trevor "Just go… I don't want to make Michael angry."
Trevor looked hurt "But there is going to be thunder storm tonight…" he reached for her but she shied away.
"I'll be fine…" she lied, but she needed him to leave.
Trevor starred at her for a few more moments until he finally turned and left, slamming the door behind him. She watched the door for a couple moments before turning back to her siblings. She saw Michael whip a vase to the floor as he cursed "MOTHER FUCKER!" His force echoed through his large house. He gripped his heart as his knee hit the ground.
Storm went to touch his shoulder "Michael calm down… I won't see Trevor anymore if you don't want me to. You always have a reason for what you do. And I don't want you to kill yourself over this."
Michael turned his head to Storm "How could you even like a scumbag like that?"
Storm stuck up for Trevor "Stop it, if you've known him for so long you know what you just said isn't true!"
"He is fucking psychotic Storm. He isn't all right up here!" he angrily tapped his skull.
"Maybe he just had a rough childhood!" She screamed at Michael. The room got silent as all the siblings thought about their poor family life.
Michael said nothing as he started for the stairs. "Lightening there are extra blankets in the closet you'll have to just sleep on the couch." He continued up the stairs as the two sisters sat starring at each other. They heard Michaels door shut, and then flinched when they heard Amanda's high pitched complaining "WHAT?!" their angry conversation was muffled after the initial scream.
"I thought you were trying to get off that shit."
Lightening looked away irritated "Yeah well shit happens. We aren't all as strong willed as you. I guess that's why I'm just the lightening, and you're the whole damn storm."
"You look like shit. You're going to stop even if it kills you."
"Whatever… sorry about your little boyfriend, looked like you really liked him."
"I did…" the two sisters turned away from each other as one went up the stairs and the other to the family room. "Goodnight."
"Hey, if you need to talk during the storm tonight you can come down here."
Storm smiled "Thanks."
The thunder cracked as it lit up the large bedroom. Storm was shaking as the covers were pulled up to her eyes. Come on Storm, it's just a storm; it's nothing to be afraid of. She shut her eyes tight as one louder crack shook the house "Oh come on!" Suddenly she heard a loud noise from her window. She sat up bringing her knees to her chest. Then she heard the sound of one of the clay flower pots that hung on the window sill fall. She hid her head under the covers.
"Ah, fuck hope Mickey wasn't attached to that flower pot."
"Trevor…?" Storm ran to the window. His large wet body made his way into the room almost slipping on terracotta tiled floor. "Trevor you have to go! Michael-"
Trevor interrupted her "I don't give a fuck about Michael. I lost you once; I'm not going to again for something as stupid as him."
Storm tried to protest again but didn't get a chance when another loud crack of thunder hit. She involuntarily snuggled into his chest for safety. She looked up at him and they both laughed "Well you're not getting into bed with these wet clothes.
"Well then I have no choice," Trevor started to strip off his shirt and pants and then his mucky wet work boots. "Better…?"
Storm stretched out her hand and traced her figure around his chest and down his torso to his belly button. He was so muscular and strong. Then Trevor took her hand and brought it to his mouth kissing the palm of her hand, then her wrist, and up her arm, stopping by the sleeve of her T-shirt. He looked up at her from the position he stopped at "I see you're wearing my T-shirt."
She blushed "Yeah I was hoping it would make me feel safer tonight, but it's nothing like having the real thing."
He grinned "Well you look better in it then me that's for sure." They made their way to the bed and got under the feathery expensive comforter. "Wow, a lot different than my bed back home."
At the same time they looked at each other and said "This is uncomfortable …" They laughed again as they snuggled in close to each other. They spent the night talking and laughing and trying to keep quite so Michael didn't hear. She felt the warmth of his bare skin as she caressed his chest. He played with her soft straight hair and kissed her forehead.
Later they were flipped over on their backs while Trevor held her, their fingers played with one another as she giggled. "So," Trevor started "Why are you afraid of thunder storms, not that I mind it."
He felt her tense in his arms in spite of the question "Well," she hesitated but finally let it out "My sister and I were both born on horrible stormy nights. My mother had two home births so she didn't get any of the pain killers. With each contraction she screamed but it was muted by the loud cracks of thunder and lighting. When I was old enough to walk, she started to throw me outside when there was a thunder storm. She had server depression and every storm reminded her of the pain. I always remember me begging her not to do it. I went kicking and screaming every time she tried to lock me out. Once my sister was born about ten years later, it was the exact same day and storm. My mother started to lock us out when Lightening was only 2 years old. It was my responsibility to protect her, I was only twelve. I didn't know better" Her eyes started to water as she struggled to continue "I placed her under a tree thinking it would keep her from getting wet. I pounded on the door crying for my mother when a huge lightning bolt descended from the sky splitting the tree my sister was under in two. The image of the fire will always be drilled into my head. I ran too her trying to get her away from the fire but she was badly burned. I carried her through the mud back to the house and screamed until my dad came to the door. We rushed her to the hospital but I will always blame myself for what happened. She has scars to this day all the way down her left leg." She curled up into a ball as he bottom lip quivered. Trevor tightened his hug.
"Why didn't Michael do anything?" Trevor's face was in a permanent frown.
"I never blamed Michael for not helping because he was too busy trying to save himself from out drunken abusive father. They're both scumbags, who never should have had kids, let alone three."
Trevor didn't know what to say as another crack of thunder shook the house. Suddenly the door opened. Michael was drowsily making his way into the room. Storm jumped up pushing Trevor off the bed. He wiggled his way under the bed holding in the squeals of the cold terracotta floor on his bare skin. "Storm… are you okay? The thunder woke me up. I was worried."
"Yeah I'm fine…" Michael made his way to the bed.
"Did you get any sleep? You look exhausted. And your eyes are red. Were you crying?"
She went to hug her brother and Michael hugged her right back. "Thank you, I love you Michael."
"You know I will always protect you, right?" She smiled at him as the storm died down. "Now get some sleep." He kissed her cheek and left the room shutting the door behind him.
Trevor came back up from the bed and climbed in. She giggled and threw the covers over him. "Oh, come here you're so cold from being on the floor!"
"You got a nice arm, you know that?" He smiled down on her as she moved into him.
She fell asleep in his arms as Trevor sat up pondering her stories and thinking about how hard Michael had it. When he saw she was fast asleep he got out of the bed slowly and put on his clothes. The sun was rising as he made his way out the window. He looked back and smiled at Storm's peaceful face, then down the side of the house he went.