"L-look I'll tell you an-anything you want just don't hurt me-!" Trevor watched the man quiver helplessly underneath him. T rolled his eyes.
"Bye-bye!" Trevor shouted raising the bat above his head.
"Nononono-" The man tried to squirm only for Trevor to stomp down in his groin to get the man sitting up for a good square hit on the head.
Before the bat could swing; it was caught.
Still shaking helplessly he was scrunched into a ball holding his member he sat with clenched eyes.
Trevor blinked dumbfounded before turning around to see Michael looking at him. He panted which lead Trevor to believing he must have ran here to stop him.
He rolled his dark brown hues, "why?" T snapped.
Michael yanked the bat from Trevors grip and tossed it aside.
"Hey! Not fucking cool Townley!" Trevor began he spun around and stomped toward Michael paying no mind at all to his personal space forcing Michael to step back.
"He's on our side!" Michael barked defensively.
Michael and Trevor turned to see him. The guy Trevor just tried to ice for finding them.
"I'm n-not working for you!- Either of you!" He added quickly he limped up to his feet.
"Oh no! Both of you!" He sputtered his eyes darting between the two. Trevor turned to face him growling.
"I see why you're both alone! Nobody wants to work with a- with a bunch of-" He pointed accusing as he stammered over his words.
"What?" Trevor grumbled watching his movements closely, he crept closer. Making this cowardly man face turn an even more ghastly pale.
"Cmon T leave him alone." Michael responded he placed a hand on his shoulder only for it to be shrugged off.
Trevor leapt forward grabbed him by his collar and slammed him against the ice brick wall. He screamed shocked.
Michael didn't blame him he was shocked too, he just watched his best friend grab a guy bigger than he was by the throat as if he was weightless.
"T enough." Michael spoke quickly.
Trevor squeezed his eyes shut the man choking harder under his grip.
"Michael. Let. Me. Do. This."
Michael scoffed stepping back a bit. "What the hell are even trying to-"
Los Santos, 2012- Freidlander's Office.
Freidlander hummed patently as the room once again fell quiet, his ever judgmental look falling on Michael who shuffled uncomfortably under his look on the couch.
"Trevor really did that?" Freidlander asked he leaned forward in his chair, the leather squeaking in the silence that was followed with a ticking clock.
Michael had leaned forward choosing to pick at imaginary scuffs on his shoes rather than looking at his therapist.
His thumb brushed over the sole, "he.." Michael bit the inside of his mouth.
"Michael we worked on communication last week. If you can't talk then maybe we need to work on getting you in here more." Freidlander began he clicked his pen.
"No its- Everything I say here is confidential right?" Michael asked fidgeting roughly with his fingers as they tied in endless knots.
"Yes Michael, everything is confidential." Freidlander affirmed folding his hand on his clip board.
"Well. It's not gonna sound real but-"
It physically took Michael's breath from his lungs; watching the bloodied body fall.
Watching a disfigured face that was all kinds of shades; blue, purple, yellow, black. What made him feel even more sick.
How his head landed in meshes awkwardly from the rest of his body. A fearful look forever embedded on face, as his neck was twisted all way around. The skin around it a deep cherry red as it still tried to rush blood to a corpse.
Doctor Freidlander watched his patient's eyes suddenly dart to the floor he planted a hand over his mouth.
Michael clutched his mouth harder he shook his head and gulped hard; he heard the sound echo in his mind.
I'm gonna throw-up I'm gonna throw-up I'm gonna throw-up I'm gonna throw-up.
Michael gulped then left up from his seat. He forced himself to take deep breathes ignoring Freidlander entirely.
"Well unfortunately thats it for today." Freidlander grunted as he stood up setting aside an open pen and clip board.
Michael blinked rapidly at Freidlander, "wh-what?" He uttered shaking.
Freidlander looked at his patient up and down.
"You're in shock it'll wear off as we go through more sessions." He shrugged fixing his suit.
"But..what? Wait aren't you supposed to-"
Freidlander checked his watch then looked at Michael.
"Collect my pay?" The doctor interrupted holding out his hand.
Michael's eye twitched, "oh." Was all he could manage as he allowed himself to be guided out of the office.
Before he knew it he was back outside.
Michael sighed looking around he watched traffic speed by, Amanda was supposed to pick him up. But had texted him to take a cab.
"Hey." Michael practically lept out of his skin.
"Woah hey shit take it easy." Trevor grumbled as he hoped off of the bodhi that sat outside the gates to his therapists home.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Michael must have failed at hiding his distress in his voice the way Trevor looked at him made his heart skip a beat.
"Breathe,-" he began smoothly. "Jesus if that's what therapy does to you then Im glad I ate my last therapist."
Michael gagged clasping his hand his mouth hard enough his ring slammed into his upper lip.
"You look sick? I was kidding lighten up-" Trevor said quickly his voice growing concerned.
Michael gave a shaky sigh.
"I'm fine just. No talking about..that." Michael gulped he continued. "Or anything else."
"Can I at least take you home?" Trevor asked.
"You drove all this way for me?" Michael paused while wiping his jaw he would rather not admit that some had slipped from his lips.
Trevor gave a bow holding out his hand as he looked up at Michael.
"Right this way Mikey." Trevor hummed smirking.
Michael furrowed his eyebrows.
"Ain't got any other options." Trevor added in response to Michael's hesitation.
Michael snorted slapping his hand into Trevors their fingers intertwining as Trevor firmly squeezed Michael's hand in his.
"Ah nice pick." Trevor smiled as he pulled M to follow.
"Haha funny." Michael remarked sarcastically but as he left Freidlander saw him from the window. Judging him no doubt.
Michael having beef with his therapist. As well as a not so good memory of Trevors brutal killings. Michael said it himself, "Human stew...thats where I draw the line!" '[Option A] Something Sensible'
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