Daddy Trevor

I'm from a broken family. Drunk daddy, dead momma.

Daddy, whenever he was drunk, he would beat me. I never really cared, as he only became a drunk when I was 8, and momma died. At the age of 8, i already understood his reason for being a drunk. On the brighter side, he wasn't abusive when he wasn't drunk, though that only happened when we didn't have much money.

When I was 16, he died. I felt some relief, but I was also quite sad. He was abusive, and quite an asshole when he died, but he was still my father, you know?

When I turned 18, all the small inheritance he left to me, has been spent. Not because I was dumb, and spent it on material things, but because when I was 17, I became quite sick, and had to spend it on my healthcare, as I didn't buy some kind of insurance.

After that, a year later, I met a group of people. Their name were Michael Townley, Trevor Phillips, and Bradley Snider. An interesting trio to say the least.

At the time when I met Michael, he was 27 years old, while Trevor was 25, and Brad was 29.

As far as I could tell, Mike was kind of egoistic, Trevor was a psycho maniac, while Brad was just dumb and...sexist. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the type to shout 'Misogynistic!'. No, I don't really care, but it was kind of annoying when he tried to order me around to make him a sandwich...though I did it. Don't judge me, female friends! That's just how I am; maybe because I always did whatever my daddy told me to do.

I became friends with them, strangely. I was also there when Mike's first child was born, Tracey, I was there when James was born as well. At that time...sigh, the memories...I was in...I guess, a relationship with Trevor.

I don't know why, really. I mean, the sex was good, to my surprise; he had a good technique. And I was kinda...no, really attracted to his I DON'T GIVE A FUCK energy.

Now, you ask why I had with sex with someone who doesn't care for their hygiene. Because, I didn't let hit if he didn't shower, so thanks to me, he showered everyday. *wink*.

To me, finally, everyday was good. Good friends...some good friends, good sex, good food, money, and...eventually love.

But, of course, things had to end. 2004. When everything went to shit.

I still remember. I was cooking while listening to the radio, dancing along to the music. While doing that, I constantly heard cop cars, with sirens on, passing by.

After done with cooking, I heard the front door bust open. It was Trevor. I was surprised, and I could see sadness and panic in his eyes.

He ran over, and hugged me. "I have to leave. Don't worry, I'll come back...The job went wrong, I have to run...Brad and....Mikey are dead..." his voice quivered slightly toward the end.

Then he ran away.

Tears filled my eyes when I heard that he will leave me; also that two of my friends are dead. I couldn't believe it.

When will he come back? Will he ever come back? What will I do without him? Will my....love ever come back?

I fell on my couch and started sobbing, my hands wrapping around my stomach.

...My baby will have to grow up without its daddy? Can I even raise a child alone?

After then, I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. Nothing. Not a word.

'What's wrong with him? Is he dead? Did he leave me forever? Can't he even write a letter to me? He has a child!'

These were thoughts that were always in my mind.

I waited for 5 years, and nothing. It was finally time to give up on him.

My baby was born, a baby girl. I named her Ellie Philips. We moved to Los Santos in 2009, after I gave up on waiting, because I managed to get a job as a baker, with a salary of 30k.

So we moved there, on San Vitas Street, and moved into a 2 bedroom, one bathroom small apartment, with an open kitchen and medium living room.

After growing a bit older, she, Ellie asked me about her daddy....I told her that he got a job abroad, and had to move there, and that I don't know when he will be back. Honestly, I don't think she bought it, but I guess she understood that I don't know where he is.

Like, that, 4 more years went by. Ellie just turned 9 years old a few days ago. And I'm 40 years old. Man, I became middle aged...an old lady. Though, I try to keep myself somewhat fit. I run everyday a small amount, and do some squats with weights.

To my surprise, when working in the bakery, some younger adults try to flirt with me, and honestly, it is flattering, but I never try to do something with youngsters. I haven't had sex in 9 years for Christ's sake!

Do I miss sex? Yes, but I'll stay loyal to Trevor. Why? I don't know, I know that he won't. He's just not built like that. Hell, I bet that he's fucking someone right now.

I did try having a blind date once, after being pressured by one of my girl friends, but hell, he was boring. He kept babbling about his software programing or whatever, job, and I didn't understand shit! What the fuck is a javascript?

Anyway, after that, I didn't try again, and kept focusing on Ellie, and my job. Oh, about my job, I managed to become the bakery manager! Now I have a salary of $80k! Hard work kind of pays off.

Now, my life revolves around taking care of Ellie, working at the bakery, and wondering about Trevor. Will he ever come back? Will he ever meet his daughter? Or am I fooling myself by holding onto hope?

Deep down, I know I have to let go of him, but I can't. He was my first and is my only love for, even to me, unknown reasons.

Every day, for these 9 years, I have been praying that Hell stay alive, live well, and one way or another, find his way to me, and his daughter....and that he'll keep on showering even without having sex with me hahaha.