amultitudeofmuses:
Closed starter @thevaginas-a-nonfactor
Brayden x Trevor
Brayden was exhausted from working a 14 hour day, that was only supposed to be an 8 hour day. He wasnât sure what time it was now, but he did know that the sun had descended long ago. It was the middle of a Chicago summer, so it was a bit bizarre that the sun was gone before he had even finished work, but it was his reality working construction. Having just gotten his new place, using the last of his savings from his old job to pay for the damage deposit he needed this job. He was currently living on alphaghettiâs and whiskey, not the healthiest of things to be putting in his body. With each step, every muscle in his body screams in pure agony. He wanted nothing more than to stand underneath a hot shower or have a hot bath. The walk home was still lengthy in front of him, taunting him as he made his way along the sidewalk. A hand pushes through his sweaty hair, the salty liquid burning the fresh cuts he had gained on his hands from lifting pieces of demolished brick into a pile for hours straight. This job had been pure dumb luck, the other guy they had for it had bailed and they needed someone short notice.Â
He continues on his walk, not noticing an inconsistency in the sidewalk. He trips over it, catching himself before he faceplants against the cement. When he straightens up heâs facing a building that almost resembled a bank. He scanned over it curiously, never having noticed it on his walk home before. Blue orbs land on the sign telling him just what kind of agency this was.
His feet carry him backward, and he snarls under his breath. He hadnât gotten out of the system until a few years ago, and the pain of it all was still fresh in his mind. They did this to him, they gave him no choice but to ditch high school, they put him in a place where he worked low-level jobs trying to work his way up in some way without going back for his GED. He didnât want to concern himself with the legalities of it all. Exhaustion fuels his rage, he barely even notices the harsh sting from his nails digging into his palms. He was a grown ass man, and he still lost control of his actions. He ripped the door of the facility open, storming inside.Â
Trevor had been working on a couple of harder cases that day- theyâd been dropped into his lap after lunch. He let time get away from him, trying desperately to find the kids a healthy home. He was vaguely aware everyone else had gone home, and he only stopped to look at the time when his stomach growled ferociously. âChrist.â He muttered, finally pulling his eyes away from his papers. He looked at the time on his phone. âChrist.â He exhaled and leaned back in his chair. He rubbed his face and then stretched his arms up. He stood and rummaged through his backpack for some snacks. He sat back down with a bag of pretzels and stared with tired eyes at the case files in front of him. He had to find these kids a place. He felt as though he had to do it before he left for the night. Especially cause he could feel himself oversleeping in the morning. Trevor sighed and ran a hand through his curls, getting back to work.Â
The sound of a door slamming made Trevorâs adrenaline pump to life. He sat up right with a start and tried to see who had entered the small building. He slowly stood up. He grabbed the bat next to his desk and inched his way over to his open office door, peering through it. âHello..?â He called. â...Whoâs there?â It couldnât be Rabbit or any of them. Theyâd all gone barhopping tonight. And now he was going to be killed instead. Great.
