Back in 2004 you were only 29, you went to a bar cause you had just lost you're and were stuck in whatever country America since you live somewhere far and you were drinking at a bar before getting drunk and meeting some drunk man who looked so sad and miserable.

he was in his 30s and you tried to listen to what he was saying but all you heard was muffles from your're drunkest and only remembered him saying his friend had died and another was in jail A day later you were lying in his bed and you realise how ugly he looked up close and realise you look around and see a ring on you're finger Trevor his name, you both got married in a night and hooked up

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timeskip, you ended up staying with him and giving him a family, three stubborn kids like him, they have the same job as him ofc expect for the youngest who still lives with you and is only being 16

But while you were married and going through your 30s you guys would not get along and always fight and argue, you hated his snotty friends and all, but sometimes he would give you love and always make jokes

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you had to move after you had you're child and moved in the city's after you got a job and took you're kids but when you wanted to bring Trevor he was to stubborn and stayed in his trailer with his friends and you guys did have visits and sometimes sleepovers, he took some care of the kids taught the oldest to use a gun but the second child took control and was much more feral, The oldest was serious and the middle child was like Trevor and the youngest was like you

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One day while you were relaxing you heard a knock on the door, the youngest was in their bedroom watching a movie, so you had to get up but when you did, Trevor kicked the door open after picking the lock

Trevor didn’t pause. He kicked the door open fully, the wood splintering slightly under his boot, and stepped inside without waiting for an answer. His eyes darted around the living room, scanning the furniture and the quiet corners like he was hunting for something—or someone.

“Where the hell is everyone?” he barked, voice rough, echoing off the walls. His grin was wide, teeth bared, a mix of chaos and excitement. He stomped further in, boots thudding against the floor, his movements all aggression and energy.

He didn’t notice the scratches his jacket picked up from the couch as he spun around, kicking a chair slightly out of place. Trevor’s hands flexed at his sides, fingers twitching, like he was ready to grab life by the throat again.

“You hear that?” he shouted suddenly, pausing in the center of the room. “Nothing! Too damn quiet… I hate quiet!”