12 Chapter Eleven: Gone Hunting Part One

As soon as the clock turned 7:30 a.m., you jumped up and dressed without even needing to wake up with a phone alarm. You put on your hiking sneakers instead of putting on your causal shoes, and you put some necessary things in your backpack like snacks, water bottles, sunscreen, and bug spray.

You then walk out the door, out of the hotel lobby, and stand outside waiting for Trevor to come. You would call him to know how far he is right now, but you want to test him to see if he shows up without you mentioning anything. The worst-case scenario is that he forgets and you're out there all day. As the minutes pass, you feel anxious as you stand outside the hotel with your backpack.

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Y/n: Damn, what if he doesn't come? What if he forgot or-

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You didn't finish your sentence as Trevor quickly pulls up to the parking lot in front of you with his old red truck. Seeing a couple of fishing poles in the back of the truck, you happily hop in, and put on the seatbelt, before Trevor drives off.

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Y/n: So how long's the drive over there?

Trevor: About two hours. We'll get something to eat on our way over there. I got the fishing poles in the back.

Y/n: I noticed. I'm really glad we get to have more father-daughter time. (Yawn).

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Well, it's still pretty early, and he did say the trip is about three hours. Maybe you'll take a nap for a bit.

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Trevor: I'd get some rest if I were you. You're gonna want to save all that energy for when I teach you how to shoot a rifle.

Y/n: Alright.

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You turn to your side, back facing him before shutting your eyes and catching up on some sleep. Despite not knowing much about your dad, you trust him enough to fall asleep in his truck.

Then Trevor's phone starts to ring and he quickly answers it so as to not let the ringtone play for long to wake you up.

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Chief: Hey Trev, I think one of your guys has been stealing some meth from you. He's coming back asking for more and coming back with less money to give.

Trevor: No, we can't have that. You wouldn't mind taking care of that, would you?

Chief: No sir. I got it all planned out.

Trevor: Planned? All you got to do is shoot him, save some meat for me, then bury him.

Chief: Right. Hey Ron mentioned you have a daughter, is that true?

Trevor: Yeah. Do you have any kids?

Chief: Not... that I'm aware of no. Did Vicky say anything to you?

Trevor: No, I was just curious as to know who else enjoys the joy of fatherhood.

Chief: I would say Ron but... I know he and his son don't get along.

Trevor: Woah woah, Ron had a son?

Chief: From his first marriage yeah. Apparently, he and his kid got into it and some words were said. Next thing you know, he's kicking Ron out of the house, and they haven't spoken to each other since.

Trevor: Where was I during this?

Chief: This was like fifteen years ago, way before you came along. Alright I got to go take care of our little problem okay.

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Trevor hangs up and continues driving onto the highway. He glances over at you and sees that you're asleep. Maybe he should get a blanket or something to cover you with next time. He wants you to know he cares about you, but he can't quite figure out how to exactly do that. Considering his "lovely" mother and absent father, he needs to learn how to be a father soon. He feels like he knows some things, but even he'll admit he's still got a lot to learn.

His phone rings again and he quickly answers it.

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Ron: Trevor, these photos... you've really stumbled onto something. The ship, Merryweather.

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Trevor looks over to you to make sure you've really fallen asleep before continuing on with the conversation.

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Trevor: Yeah yeah yeah. I know. Tell me about the ship. If we put a man with a gun on the bridge next to it, and get a guy on board. I think we got a good chance of taking over.

Ron: Way it looks to me, there's a container below deck. They're guarding it for the government. Keeping it off the books. Serious military technology most like.

Trevor: Yeah, of course. I just found a manifest. They're testing out at sea. It's got to be that. Now, get back to work. If the T.P.I conglomerate ain't thriving, there's only one man responsible.

Ron: Of course, yeah, but I'll start pulling all the intel I can get on Merryweather at the same time. I got a file here somewhere.

Trevor: Ron, why didn't you tell me you were a father?

Ron: I-It's not really the best conversation to have. And besides that, was fifteen years ago. And I'm perfectly fine with him kissing the government's asshole for a living while I'm living as free as bird.

Trevor: Right, you're as free as a dodo bird on meth.

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Trevor hangs up the phone again. With his business booming and the demand for drugs and guns is higher than a fucking mountain. He's going to be pretty busy trying to keep things in order while getting some new things for his business. That also means he's going to have to turn his phone on silent when he's hunting with you.

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...Two Hours Later...

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Trevor pulls up at a cabin-style breakfast place. When he stops the truck is when you finally wake up. You turn to have your back on the seat before yawning.

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Trevor: Good, you're awake.

Y/n: Are we there yet?

Trevor: Yup. Come on, you need to eat something.

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As you and Trevor get off the truck, Trevor spots an old friend of his by the side of the restaurant. Trevor reaches into his pocket and hands you some money.

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Trevor: Here, you get whatever you want while I'll go see my friend over there.

Y/n: You're not hungry?

Trevor: No, and besides I'm saving my appetite for when we catch some deer, or fish. You head on in there.

Y/n: Alright.

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You head inside without him, order your food and go on to eat outside at one of the tables facing the woods. Maybe after this you should start looking for worms or something for bait. You don't know if he brought any bait, you'll have to check the back of his truck after you eat.

As you eat your breakfast, you hear a gunshot coming from the woods. It startled you, but then you remembered that Trevor went with a friend of his and when you saw him, he was holding a gun to his shoulder. They're probably hunting buddies.

Minutes go by and you finish eating before going to the truck. You step on the back wheel to see if Trevor brought any bait. He didn't. Well, looks like it's up to you to find some bait. Of course, you could take the easiest route and buy a couple of chicken wings and use a piece of that as bait, but you like looking under rocks and thick branches for worms.

Getting off the wheel, you go into the woods in search of bait. You look under a few big rocks, and you find some before putting them in your empty cup. Now you just hope that you can catch a really big fish, at least one.

As you get on your knees to lift another big rock, you hear something running toward you. Looking up, you see a large elk running in your direction. Your body froze, thinking it was too late to get up and move since you could not predict whether or not the elk is targeting you or running away from something.

The moment the elk was within a few feet of you, you hear another gunshot and that's when the elk comes down on the ground. Bleeding from the eyes, it's now obvious where the bullet is. That's when you hear footsteps come towards you and you see that it's Trevor, and he's holding a gun.

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Trevor: You alright?

Y/n: Yeah, nice bullseye. Do we have to drag that to the truck?

Trevor: No, my buddy we come pick it up for his business or whatever he's doing.

Y/n: Since you're also a businessman, you sure to know a lot of people. You said your business is multi-national?

Trevor: Well, sort of. I got contacts from the south of the border and China. I would say business is booming. Is that what you kids say these days?

Y/n: (Chuckle) Yeah.

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Leaving the Elk dead on the ground, you and Trevor get back on the road again in his truck. There are hardly any clouds in the sky, and the sun is shining as bright as it is. It's a little hot but you feel like can manage.

Minutes go by and he stops at a park where you can go hiking, fishing, hunting, etc. Being at the top of a steep hill, you take this opportunity to hop out of the truck and admire the view. There's just something about today that tells you it's going to be a great day of hunting and spending time with your dad.

Trevor grabs the rifles, and you follow right behind him into the woods. The only sounds you hear are your footsteps and the birds chirping. What else could you talk about with him? School? Friends? Your mom spending time in prison? Maybe you should ask questions about him, but where exactly would you start?

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Trevor: You know I'm glad we're spending some quality father-and-daughter time. I'll teach you everything you need to know about guns, hunting, America, and how to continue being a real person. Now, I say that part because I realized the hard way that there's very few of us out there.

Y/n: Being real? Like the loyalty code you mentioned before.

Trevor: Exactly.

Y/n: I'm pretty sure I'm good at that. I've always been the loyal one with friends and with my grandma. Up until she lied about you and my mom being dead and I had to find out by going through her stuff. (Sigh) It's just... I completely trusted her and her word, only to find out about you and my mom like this. I just wish she could have told you about me.

Trevor: Your grandmother never liked me. From the day your mother introduced me to her, she was against me.

Y/n: Before I came to this state, both of them warned me about you. That you were dangerous. But that's not how I see you.

Trevor: That's good, and you should never be afraid of me. Out of everyone there is for you to trust. It's me. Okay, it looks like we're in a good spot.

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Putting down his rifle, he gives you the other one and teaches you how to load it and aline it.

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Trevor: See that rabbit over there? It's not too far for ya. Try to aim at it.

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He helps you aim it right while telling you to keep both eyes open. You almost want to feel bad for that rabbit, but hey, they breed a lot, so you really don't have to worry about it. You pull the trigger, and the bullet goes flying straight into the belly of the rabbit, killing it almost instantly.

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Y/n: Sweet! I got it!

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You and Trevor then continue on hunting more animals like rabbits, squirrels, birds, and whatever's moving in the woods. A couple of hours of this goes by and you're feeling pretty confident of shooting a rifle.

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Trevor: You know kid, I can get you your very own rifle. Have your name carved on it and everything.

Y/n: Yeah, if my grandma and mom find out you gave me a gun, they'll have a heart attack.

Trevor: Everyone thinks guns make the man, or young woman, in your case. But the point is, is that whoever only uses guns instead of their own two hands, is a pussy.

Y/n: Yeah... I've never been into a fight before. I'm one of those follow the rules all the time kind of kid.

Trevor: No worries, I can teach ya how to fight, stab, and know where all of their weak areas are. All in self-defense. Nothing wrong in learning about that.

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After Trevor throws the dead animals you shot in the back of the truck, you take the fishing poles and lead the way toward the docks. You got your empty cup full of worms ready to use as bait. There's nobody here, so hopefully that means you can get more fish before anyone shows up.

Trevor swiftly picks up a bucket from an old stand without the employee noticing as he continues to follow you until you reach the end of the docks.

You give Trevor his fishing pole and a worm before setting up yours. It takes a minute, but as soon as you're done, you throw the line with the about into the water and wait for a fish to come. It gets quiet pretty quickly until you turn around to see Trevor trying to tie a knot around the worm, but he angrily curses to himself.

Putting your pole down, you reach your hand out and Trevor hands you the pole. It doesn't take you long to tie the knot on the worm since you're a natural at it. You grew up fishing and hiking with your grandma since you were six years old. You then hand him back the fishing pole.

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Y/n: There you go.

Trevor: Thanks.

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You teach him how to throw the fishing line and his line gets into the water. Now you're just waiting for the fish.

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Y/n: Say Trevor? Michael is like your brother, right?

Trevor: He was ''like'' a brother to me.

Y/n: Damn, I'm sorry to hear that. Can I ask what happened?

Trevor: It's a pretty long story, but I'll save you the time. We were best friends, like brothers from other mothers and fathers. We had a job to do. He got shot, went down, and I went running.

Y/n: The robbery gone wrong in North Yankton?

Trevor: Yeah. While we were running from the cops, he got shot, and I had to run without him. I wanted to stay and defend him. I would carry him if I had to, but he convinced me to run without him. I didn't want to leave him lying on the ground bleeding out, and by the time I got to a safe place is when I heard that he had died from the gunshot.

Y/n: Jesus....

Trevor: So, I had to continue with life without him. I even got a tattoo here in honor of him.

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He then shows you the tattoo on his left upper arm. A big black tattoo of a cross with Michael's name and the word "Brother" beneath that. If they were like brothers, why would Michael hurt Trevor by pretending to be dead? Did something else happen in North Yankton?

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Trevor: Then, almost ten years later, I find out that he robbed a jewelry store, and I decided to pay my old "friend" a visit.

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The first time you saw Trevor is when he was talking to Michael. Making the entire room still and tense, it did look like Trevor was ready to fight Michael. How Michael supposedly ran off with the "dough" and then live in a big mansion. All without letting your dad know that he was still alive and well. Damn... Michael's a fucking dick.

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Y/n: What a fucking dick. I'm sorry for cursing, but that's just messed up.

Trevor: You don't have to apologize. Besides, I curse all the time and now I'm going to make sure I keep my eye on him and not take his word for anything anymore.

Y/n: Ain't that crazy.

Trevor: What is?

Y/n: We both got betrayed by someone we cared deeply about. Someone who we completely trusted, only for them to lie. It wasn't a little lie, but a lie that if either of us knew the truth we wouldn't be in a mess right now trying to pick it all up.

Trevor: That... is true.

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Then you feel something tug at your line and you quickly turn your attention to the water and reel it in.