@jatlaguar gets a thread from a guest muse T PHILIPS!
The desert only held so many secrets. His daughter had been going too much to San Andreas for his liking. Too much to the city than he preferred. Her not answering her cellphone, only coming home when it was deep into the night when he was so far into a gasoline huffing binge that he didn't even know where he was. She smelled like someone's cologne, not dirt, not sweat. COLOGNE. He hates cologne. She was betraying him, wasn't she. BETRAYING HIM! No, no... Bethany would never betray him. SHE WAS HIS LITTLE GIRL!
Pulling up in his Bohdi, he parks it but it skids the tires from slamming on the breaks. He definitely wasn't one to show up quietly. The park wasn't too filled, it was mainly just the two of them. His daughter and ... HIM. HIM! IT'S HIM! He's seen him before. That damned drifter that had gotten away from him. Damn he was fast. But no wonder, the kid is skinny.
"BETHANY PHILIPS!" Trevor's voice booms as he stomps towards the pair of them, Bethany was smoking a cigarette and drinking a Diet Coke and she seemed not fazed by her father's screaming.
"Oh hey T, what are you -- ... " Trevor had snatched Dee up before she could get the words out. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER YOU FUCKFACE?"








