"Hey, T, can we talk?" Michael asked. "What?" Trevor mumbled while watching TV.
"Well it's Cassidy" Michael had Trevor's attention now. "Is she okay?" "She's fine, T, it's that...she's never seen you angry"
"Oh, yeah. I suppose she hasn't" Trevor said, reflecting on the last couple of rampages he'd gone on. "What's your point?"
"Well, Trevor, what's going to happen when she sees that side of you?"
"She-Cassidy loves me the way I am!" Trevor was getting upset.
"But the way you are to her isn't really the way you are"
"Get the fuck out of here" Trevor was yelling and spitting and walking towards Michael threateningly, raising his fist as if to hit him. Just then Cassidy walked into Trevor's trailer. "God this place is so gross" she muttered. It was like Trevor melted. His stern, angry expression softened and he immediately lowered his hand. Michael was in awe, he thought of something else. Something really fucking stupid. He pulled a pistol and aimed it at Trevor.
"Jesus fucking fuck, Mikey" Trevor yelled and pulled his own pistol and pointed it directly at Michael's face. "What the fuck!?" Cassidy yelped
"Trevor put that away" she said, her voice trembled slightly. Trevor didn't move. "Please Trevor. I don't want anyone getting hurt"
He slowly put the gun away, but didn't break eye contact with Michael.
Nobody fully understood what happened that day, but that's when Cassidy realized she had enough power over this lunatic to keep him in check.
Michael left the trailer, making note to talk about this with Cassidy later.
"Thank you Trevor" Cassidy smiled "I'm going to visit Lester, alright?"
"Okay"
As she left she could have swore she heard a sob, but it was probably just her imagination.