Grand Theft Auto: Cost of Revenge
Chapter 1 of my Grand Theft Auto story, enjoy.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Grand Theft Auto or its characters.
A Normal Day
Letting out a soft sigh, Michael De Santa stretched casually as he entered the house from the back garden again.
"Well, that was a good game." He muttered. "Although we should really try to play until one of us actually wins next time, don't you think?"
He was talking to his wife, Amanda as she entered the house just behind him. She laughed softly, smirking.
"Hey, what matters is we had fun, Michael." She remarked teasingly.
Shaking his head Michael nevertheless admitted it had been fun. He and his wife Amanda had been out back, putting their tennis court to good use with a game. Michael honestly couldn't believe that things had changed so much during those dramatic months. For once things in the household were certainly not as volatile as they used to be.
Still smiling as they put their tennis stuff down, Michael reflected. 'Still can't believe everything is; so much better than before...All that crazy stuff was, urgh, I don't even know where to start.'
Nevertheless he felt that perhaps things could only get better. Turning to Amanda he nodded.
"So, guess things have finally calmed down at last." Michael remarked.
Amanda nodded. "True; it was pretty bad, but we...we made it through Michael; that's what matters."
Michael nodded in agreement and they leaned closer, almost kissing.
Before they could they were interrupted by another voice.
"Urgh, mom, dad, please."
They both laughed, turning to Tracey who was seated on the sofa, watching TV. She was making a disgusted face at her parents being all 'lovey-dovey'.
"Sorry Trace." Michael replied jokingly.
Amanda shook her head. "Honestly, you still act that way about your father and I kissing?"
There was a brief pause before Tracey then laughed, standing up.
"Na, I'm just fucking with ya." Tracey admitted. "Anyway, I'll be upstairs."
They nodded and Amanda added. "If you can, let Jimmy know dinner will be ready in an hour."
Tracey nodded and began to leave the living room. As Michael and Amanda sat down; Amanda thought for a moment.
"Michael, I've been thinking...That, young man you're friends with?"
Michael turned to her, confused. "Franklin?"
Amanda nodded; smiling again. "Yes; I was thinking. Maybe we should have him over for dinner some time, get to know him properly?"
That startled Michael, he wasn't expecting that. Caught off-guard he didn't answer at once; he was too lost in thought. Weighing up the pros and cons of such a meeting. He knew that, like him, the events of that crazy time had changed Franklin's life forever. That meant he still had things to work through; but Michael was sure he could make time.
"So, what do you think?" Amanda asked.
Collecting himself, Michael quickly replied. "I don't know Amanda, Franklin is kinda busy these days...But I'm sure if I ask him we'll figure something out."
Amanda nodded, satisfied with this answer.
Unbeknownst to the De Santa parents, Tracey hadn't actually gone up the stairs; she stood at the bottom of the stairs, listening in; having overheard the whole exchange between them.
'Franklin, that guy dad knows, I've seen him before right…?' She wondered to herself. 'Yeah, now I remember, it was only a few times...hmmm...'
It was strange but, despite that, Tracey found herself actually thinking about the young man as she went upstairs. She was so lost in thought she didn't even notice her brother Jimmy emerging from his room; or the look on his face as he saw her; lost in thought, her expression making that abundantly clear.
"Well, well, what's caught your attention?" He queried.
Tracey started but then sighed. "Oh, Jimmy, it's nothing..."
Rolling his eyes Jimmy replied. "Don't me give me that, I know that look...and given what you've been talking about lately, who's the lucky guy?"
"Excuse me?!"
"Hey, you're the one who was talking about finally finding the right guy." Jimmy shot back. "So, unless you were actually thinking about something else there..?"
Tracey growled. "Urgh, you can be so annoying...stop listening in on my phone calls."
"Can't help it when you're not exactly quiet, Trace." Jimmy replied.
Tracey just rolled her eyes and groaned and, after quickly passing on their mother's message, moved to barricade herself in her room; before Jimmy teased her further.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.