It's been a few weeks since I last saw Trevor. On occasion he would cross my mind bringing a small smile to my face. Of course Madison caught me in the act and constantly bothered me to figure out what was going on inside my head. I hadn't told her about meeting Trevor in the bank a while back. She'd think I'm crazy for talking to him. After all he did kill a man, I heard the guy Trevor beat up outside the diner didn't make it.

I forced Madison to eat at that same diner a couple of times in hopes to find Trevor sitting in that seat at the counter scarfing down a burger. Something made me want to talk to him again, I just want to get to know him.

"Shine bight like a diamond…" I sang along to Rihanna on the radio as I drove down the highway.

I always took this way home so I could see the beautiful mountains of Blaine County. Sometimes I wished that we had moved out here instead rather than the city. It was so much more peaceful, without fail it would relieve the stresses I faced at work.

My phone buzzed on the dashboard taking my attention off the road for a brief moment. I reached towards it and groaned the minute I saw that it was my mother calling. I took a deep breath before answering trying to prepare myself for the conversation.

"Hello?"

"Jesus fucking Christ Willow. I've called you at least 100 times."

"I know mom. Look I'm so-"

"Whatever it is I don't want to hear it." She interrupted.

I rolled my eyes and made a face. Same as always, never letting me get a word out.

"Anyway, I was calling to let you know that I'm coming to visit."

"W-what?"

The car slightly swerved to the left causing me to receive the blaring of a car horn in return.

"Am I speaking another language? I sa-"

"I heard you. When are you coming?"

"I'll be there in 45 minutes."

Before I could say anything she hung up the phone leaving me in shock. How did she know where we live? The only person other person who knows is my brother and he wouldn't dare tell my mother.

I punched on the gas and sped home setting a new record time of 30 minutes. I had 15 minutes to gain my composure and get the apartment looking decent enough to please my bitch of mother.

"Madison!" I yelled after kicking the door shut behind me.

"What's up?" She walked into the living room with a bowl of popcorn and looked at me.

"My mom's coming over."

"What?" She popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

"Yeah! Can you believe that? How did she even find out where we live?"

"Yeah…" She said taking her eyes off me.

She plopped down on the couch and looked down at the floor. She was acting kind of…strange, but I didn't say anything. I don't have time for that right now. I started to pick up random things from off the couch and coffee table only to move them onto my bed. As long as she didn't come in here it should be fine. When I walked back into the living room, Madison had her feet propped up with the bowl of popcorn on her stomach.

"Uh hello? Aren't you going to help me clean this shit up?" I pushed her feet off the table and frowned. "You live here too."

"Yeah, yeah." She waved me off and started to pick up some food wrappers from off the counter.

Just as we finished the woody rattle of a knock on the door filled the room. As soon as I opened the door, my mother smirked at me and came through the door without being invited in. That within itself ticked me off. Being inconsiderate was clearly still evident in her personality.

She walked around slowly making sure to accurately access the way her only daughter was living. She turned to me and grinned in an irritatingly mocking manner. My mother looked exactly the same since I last saw her. Same makeup and scarlet hair cut that she shouldn't have at 64. She was even wearing the top I hated, the blue and white flowy one. She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs like a snob making me frown.

"Well are you just going to sit there and gawk at me? Come," she gently pat next to her,"Sit down with your mother."

I crossed my arms and winced.

"Cut the shit mom."

My mom gasped dramatically and put her hand on her chest. Madison coincidently came into the room and opened her arms to embrace the witch.

"Mrs. T!"

"Oh Madison!"

My mom immediately hopped up and lightly hugged Madison. She put on a fake smile and instructed for Madison to sit beside her. She tried to start conversation with her, but I wasn't having it.

"Mom! I'm not done talking to you."

She jumped in her seat, startled by my outburst and looked up at me in annoyance.

"How did you even find out where we live?"

A twisted grin formed at her mouth as she she looked towards Madison who was avoiding my gaze.

"Oh! You mean she didn't tell you?" She let out a chuckle,"Madison told me darling."

"Huh, really…" I crossed my arms and fixated my eyes on my so-called best friend.

I couldn't help but scoff. Who would've thought? I'd handle that later, I didn't want to encourage my mother.

"So mom, what are you here for? You need something?"

"Oh, you think that's it?" She frowned,"I'm a little offended. I just came to visit my only daughter." She let the emphasis drag on 'only'.

She got up abruptly and sauntered over to me gently putting her hand on my cheek, but I could see the corner of her mouth twitching. I moved away from her touch, it felt so foreign. After all these years she finally felt the need to show me some affection at a time where I no longer cared. She only got like this for one reason, drugs.

"I was worried about you sweetie."

"Do you need money? Is that it?"

Her whole demeanor changed at my question. She no longer held false elegance rather was is shame?

"Willow…you know I-I can't ask anyone else."

I turned away and shook my head in my hands. Why isn't it ever another reason?

"Dammit mom are you on drugs again?"

"Drugs! Please," She almost looked offended,"I don't fool with that shit anymore, I'm too old for that."

The elegance was back, she was toying with me. I rolled my eyes and chose not to respond to that comment.

"Look, I'm not giving you any money. We just moved here and need every penny we can get. So you're going to have to ask Devin, okay?"

"Devin?! He won't give me a dime!"

"Well mom, I'm not giving you shit either. So get the fuck out of my house." I pointed to the door.

"Excuse me?" she narrowed her eyes at me and grew closer to me.

For a while we just stood there looking into each others soulless eyes. It didn't matter whether or not she was on drugs again. I wasn't giving her anything. This was one time too many.

"I raised you, you ungrateful," she jabbed me in the chest,"piece of shit. You owe me everything for that."

I laughed, a real deep laugh. It came from the depths inside me, releasing all that I held within me at this moment. My mother looked at me as if I was crazy and raised her eyebrow.

"You didn't raise me! Hell, I raised myself." I began to pace around the room. "Mom you were on drugs. So fucked up all the time. My drunk father couldn't take care of me so who did? Me. Devin and I only had each other."

After that my mom picked up her shit and left. I was glad for it, I didn't want to see her face anymore. I didn't have the energy to deal with Madison at the moment, so I just decided to take a drive and see where I ended up.

I must've driven around for hours, I don't know exactly. Everything looked the same and my mind was somewhere else. Los Santos was especially beautiful at night, all the city lights lit up the sky. It had me in such a trance. It was a real extravagant sight, it reminded me of that movie Cars.

Eventually I had driven so far out into Blaine County, I didn't realize that I had pulled up to a bar called theYellow Jack Inn. From the outside the place already looked like a dump, but at this point I was so desperate for a drink that I didn't care. As I walked up to the entrance, I noticed a familiar red Bodhi parked by the random couch in the front of the bar.

I brushed it off and walked in only to be greeted by the foul smell of piss and sweat. There were flies flying all around the place hovering specifically over the passed out hillbillies at the bar. It was too late to turn back, so I reluctantly sat down in the uncomfortable barstool.

"What you want to drink?" The bartender asked me suddenly.

She didn't quite look like bartender. For one she was older, and she had on a jean jacket covering her brown blouse.

"I'll take a beer."

"Sure."

The smell of the place was beginning to make me sick, so I prayed she'd come back with that drink soon. I plan to get wasted tonight. I want to forgot about my mom right now. The red haired woman came back with my beer and went to attend another customer. I took a long sip and closed my eyes.

"Ah Janet, Janet…just put it on my tab." a familiar voice came from the side of the bar.

"Trevor, now you know you ain't never gonna pay that tab."

Despite the situation, the bartender walked off looking unamused with this customer. I turned to see who it was and sure enough it was who I thought it was.

"Trevor?"

His head snapped in my direction at the sound of my voice. He narrowed his eyes a bit trying to figure out who I was. The second he recognized me I noticed that his face lit up slightly. He opened up his arms with a beer in his hand.

"Couldn't get enough of me huh, sugar?"