"Oh Trevor... when will you learn?" Trevor asked himself as he walked, heavily drunk and naked, off of the train tracks he had been sleeping on. Again.
Trevor found his truck, no clothes in sight. Slowly, he got in and started the truck, driving back to Sandy Shores.
As he arrived back, the last thing he expected to see was another car in his driveway. As Trevor walked inside, he was greeted by two people, also naked, hard at it over the kitchen surface.
"This... sorry, wrong house!" Trevor says before running outside, realizing he was two blocks over.
When he did arrive, Ron was in the garden.
"Ron! Stop looking at my cock!" Trevor shouted as he entered the caravan, getting some clothes.
''He better be dressed this time!'' He hears someone shout from outside. Judging from the tone of the voice, whoever it is wasn't going to leave anytime soon... seeing as how she just found out about Trevor's involvement in causing Johnny's hit and run.
Trevor quickly pulled on the first thing he found. Unfortunately for him, there were two people outside, Carly and Johnny and the thing Trevor had on was a dirty old dress that his uncovered crotch was exposed by. Johnny walks in, followed by Carly, who stayed a few feet back.
''If you're wearing a dress, I'm punching you in the face Trevor!'' Carly yells, reminding Trevor of how hormonal Amanda was when Amanda was pregnant.
"Oh please you are so hot when you are angry!" Trevor shouted, still clearly intoxicated. "I wound love your skin against mi-"
Johnny rammed his steel toe capped boot into Trevor's exposed crotch. Trevor fell down in pain and Carly started laughing.
It was a rare thing, seeing Trevor in pain so Carly wanted to enjoy it.
"You fucking dick! I'll... argh! I'll suck it off!" Trevor yelled. Johnny picked Trevor up, punching him back to the floor.
"You have the best legs... so fuckable!" Trevor yelled one last time before Johnny kicked him again, this time knocking him out.
"He's gonna feel that one in the morning." Ron says.
''Yeah. Make sure to give him plenty of pain medication.'' Carly says.
"Trevor's pain meds? He'll huff gas all day." Ron says, pointing to the can of fuel and the dishrag on the table. Carly and Johnny walk outside, leaving Trevor alone with Ron.
''You wouldn't let me hit him, would you?'' Carly says. Although punching Trevor would've made her feel better, Carly wouldn't have done it. She could never bring herself to hit the maniac.
"Ron! Come here! Pet my bad boy!" Trevor shouted. After hearing this, Johnny and Carly quickened their pace and got on their bikes. Carly was starting to get too big for her bike and was going to stop riding soon anyway.
They left as they heard "Ron! Fucking pump faster!"
Klebitz house, 2 hours later...
''It feels good to be home.'' Carly says after she and Johnny sit down on the couch. Carly leaned back against the pillows propped against the couch.
''After all the madness, we need to take it easy. No more riding that deathtrap all over town.'' Johnny says, referring to Carly's bike.
''We need to a car and a car seat for our son. Soon.'' Carly says.
"We'll need four seats. Damn it, I never thought I would say this, let alone think it but I... we need a cage." Johnny says.
''Yeah. I never thought that you say it either. I also never thought that...well, you remember how Trevor reacted. He almost beat you to death.'' Carly says.
''He's a lunatic... but he did miss out on watching you grow up, Carly.'' Johnny says.
"Yeah but not watching me grow up doesn't excuse wanting to kill my husband and child." Carly says, going into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
Normally, she'd have gotten vodka but not now, with a baby in her. She d seen what it could do.
A ring of the doorbell indicated that Sam had arrived. When she entered, she looked rather amused.
"What?" Carly asks. Sam just breaks into fits of laughter, sounding like when they first met.
"I just... I just saw T... T get his balls chopped off!" Sam says before finding herself unable to stand, rolling on the floor in laughter.
''After all the hell Trevor put us through, he deserved a beating!'' Carly says after finishing her glass of water.
Sam stops laughing and stands up, her face red from laughing so hard. She went to the fridge, holding the cold bottle of milk against her cheek to try and cool down.
"When you've finished kissing our milk..." Carly says. Sam put it back after a few seconds.
"I... am hungry." Sam says, Johnny nodding in agreement.
''Me too and don't ask me, I won't go anywhere near a pizza place after the pizza box from Al Dente's exploded when I was 16 and sent me flying across the kitchen at Mom and Dad's house.'' Carly says.
''Yeah, Jimmy told me about that incident. He quit playing Righteous Slaughter for three weeks after that.'' Sam says after they walk back into the living room and Johnny helps Carly sit back down. "Don't worry about pizza, I don't like cheese. I was thinking more chip shop." She says.
"You don't like cheese? Is something wrong with your tongue?" Carly says, referring to her recent cravings for cheese sandwiches.
''No but I think that Trevor was right 2 months ago when he said that your appetite has gone haywire.'' Sam says.
''Trevor says a lot of things.'' Carly says, trying to stay calm but Trevor had been driving her crazy lately.
A few tears fall when Carly remembers that Trevor said that he would never hurt her in any way. That was the uncle T she d loved and had wanted to find in the Ammu-nation when she and Sam first met.
"Trevor is... maybe jealous in a way. He never saw you or me grow up but we're going to see your kid grow up and... I wasn't formed in a proper relationship." Sam says.
''He said that in the hospital... then I went off and started screaming at him.'' Carly says, brushing her tears away as Johnny puts his hand on Carly's shoulder, gently rubbing it.
"And then he goes and throws you down the stairs at the pier. Well I guess that yanks my chain. When I next see Trevor, I swear on all, holy or not, that I'll put a bullet in his knees, one each then maybe if he is lucky, I'll give him a third in his stomach." Sam says, resting a hand on her knife that was tucked, in plain sight, in her thin belt.
''I have never been as scared as I was that day. I hate being scared because I feel like I'm losing control.'' Carly says. That day at the pier was still fuzzy but she would have nightmares about seeing herself falling down the stairs.
"Well I think that Trevor deserves- damn!" Sam stopped, rubbing her right hand side as a short burst of pain shot through it.
"You okay?" Carly asked, concerned for Sam and confused as to why she d just randomly started feeling pain.
"Yeah fine carrying on, Trevor deserves a bat up his- what the fuck?!" Sam felt another burst of pain, slightly stronger than the first.
Johnny grabs the phone, dialing 911 as Carly stands up and helps Sam sit down.
"No John I'm fine-" This time, the pain was enough to make Sam double over, no words, just a scream. This time, the pain just weakened but stayed.
Carly was remembering when her own appendix burst a few days before the school shooting in 2012.