You knew your dad would wasn't exactly an upstanding citizen. Neither were his friends — especially Trevor.

Trevor barged into the house with a box of probably drugs or weapons, stuffing it into your father's room, until he noticed you standing there.

His eyes widened and he forced out a chuckle, crossing his arms and standing in front of the doorway.

"Hey kid! Don't mind me. Just doin' a little fuckery. Don't tell your mom, yeah?" He smirked as he gestured for a hug to distract you. He didn't seem ashamed though.