Trevor Philips X (Daughter) Reader

You come back to the hotel later in the afternoon after some shopping and ordering carryout. You have everything you need to stay over in Sandy Shores and all your clothes is already packed by the end of the bed. 

You turn on the TV as background noise while you get everything you bought today into your suitcase. But as you're doing so, the news comes on and its focus and report today is on Sandy Shores. 

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News Reporter: Over 20 officers are wounded as three men wearing tactical armor and guns come blazing out outside the Sandy Bank! The military has just stepped in to help.

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Your attention snaps to the television screen, there you witness a couple of explosions from the tank aiming at the three suspects. There's gunfire coming from both sides of the police, military, and the three suspects trying to fend them off as they make a run and cover from them. 

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Y/n: Oh my God...

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The first thing that comes to mind is Trevor. You pick up your phone from the nightstand practically ripping the charger out of it and dialing your dad. The phone rings...and rings...but there's no answer.

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Y/n: Please God no, Dad...

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News Reporter: The tank is firing more shots at the three suspects but it causing surrounding damage in the area. God, help those out here at the wrong time. There's bullets firing everywhere! Even me and my cameraman aren't dumb enough to get near the situation. We're sending a News Copter right now.

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Now you're really starting to panic as you continue to dial Trevor, but there's still no answer. The worst scenario that keeps popping in your mind is what if your dad is in that area. What if he got shot from being in the middle of the crossfire? You didn't come to this state to come to a funeral. And you didn't want your only father figure to be gone in an instant. The only thing you can do is panic and hope that he's okay. But why isn't he answering his fucking phone?! 

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Y/n: Dad! Pick up!

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You keep calling his number as you helplessly watch the television screen. Another suspect driving a construction Mob Cat machine and he's carrying the two suspects in tactical armor. The news camera tries to focus on the driver of the machine and he almost looks too familiar.

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Later into the Night...

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Your numerous attempts to call Trevor have been futile. Now you're definitely thinking the worst... what if he's already dead? What if he's in a coma in the hospital? Whichever negative scenarios keep popping into your head you can't just stand around in this empty hotel room anymore. 

Just as you open your laptop to purchase a plane ticket, you hear the sounds of a helicopter. Hoping that it's your Dad you run to the balcony. Once there, the familiar helicopter flies over to the roof of the hotel. 

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Y/n: Dad?!

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Not wasting a minute you run out of the hotel room and practically hit your body to open the door to the stairs. Hardly caring about the temporary pain in your arm you rush to the rooftop of the hotel. And just like that you bang open the door leading to the roof. The helicopter has fully landed and its blades are starting to slow down. Trevor hops out of the helicopter and notices you. 

Before Trevor could say anything you run up to him and hug him. He's taken aback by this and it takes a couple of seconds to fully process that you're hugging him. But after a moment he lightly hugs you back. But he's still confused as to why you're acting like this.

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Trevor: Woah, hey, what happened? 

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You take a moment before stepping back a bit to look him in the eye.

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Y/n: I saw what happened on the news. Four guys were shooting at the cops and the military. You weren't answering your phone and I thought you were in that area when it happened. How come you weren't answering your phone? Are you okay?

Trevor: Hey, I'm okay. My phone... I'm sorry for not answering your calls. Things have been... off. But hey, look, I'm here right? Come on, I'll help carry your things into the copter. 

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He does carry your suitcases out but even then he doesn't give you a clear explanation as to why he didn't pick up or even call you. In fact... he's never gotten too into detail about what exactly he does for work. Only that he ships stuff out to Mexico but he still hasn't mentioned what those things he's shipping out were. You would honestly think that someone who is proud of their business would tell you everything, especially with you since you're his kid. 

After he puts the last suitcase in and secures it, you hop onto the passenger seat and buckle up. Trevor follows as he sits down and starts the helicopter. You're happy that he's okay, but there's still a bit of tension in the air as you're not satisfied with the lack of answer he gave you. 

Trevor takes flight and the helicopter soon hovers over dozens of buildings in the city. It didn't take long before he turns the lever and starts flying out of the city of Los Santos. 

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Trevor: We'll be in Sandy Shores before morning. You should get some rest while it's still dark out. 

Y/n: Dad?... Were you in that area when it happened?

Trevor:... I was in the area, yes... But don't worry, nothing happened to me, I promise you that. 

Y/n: What were you doing over there?

Trevor: I had an important meeting over there...

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He's obviously not gonna go into too much detail about him being in the crossfire of everything. That he was one of the suspects that went to rob a bank, have a shootout with police and the military, and got away with a shit ton of money for the "special' FIB mission he's forced to go on on a later date.

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Y/n: Yeah, but did you take cover? Or did you run to your truck?

Trevor: I took cover, and ran. But I'm okay now. Really, I'm as cool as uh... a pool. Anyway, I got a new trailer next to mine, so you'll have the whole place to yourself while we're neighbors, isn't that cool? Also, I have a guest staying with me and your uncle Michael but don't worry, she's nice. 

Y/n: Is she a friend of yours?

Trevor: Yeah, she's a kind lady. I think you two will get along just fine, she can't wait to meet you. I told her about you.

Y/n: You have?

Trevor: Of course, you're my kid. My only kid, but, I told her you're staying in this state for the whole summer and well I felt kinda bad for leaving you alone in the city. So, I came up with this idea. You got a new trailer to yourself, we're neighbors, and we'll get to spend some quality time together. Ain't that a good thing?

Y/n: Yeah, it is. Does that mean you're gonna show me more about your business? 

Trevor: Ar uh... maybe, maybe. But my work is mostly flying right now. Which is good since you get to be my co-pilot.

Y/n: Really? I get to watch you take shipments, that's cool. 

Trevor: Cool, yes. Bringing in the bacon and money, yes. 

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The rest of the ride gets quiet after that. He still looks like he's not going to go into detail about much. So that means you're gonna have to do some investigating yourself, but you can't make it obvious that you are. 

Let's see, you know that he ships stuff to people who are from another country, Mexico being one that you know so far. Wait a minute... you remember what Amanda said about your uncle Michael... Murdering, lying, cheating... why the fuck is your dad even friends with someone like that? When you settle down in Sandy Shores, you gotta ask Jimmy more about his dad. Does Michael have anything to do with Trevor's business? 

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Trevor: Something on your mind Y/n? You look pretty out of it. 

Y/n: Oh I'm just pretty tired. Since it's gonna be a long ride, I should get some sleep. 

Trevor: You go ahead. I'll let you know when we fly down. 

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You get some rest, knowing that it's a new day after sunrise. Of course, you're happy to be there with your dad than by yourself in the city. And who knows, maybe this will be a great summer. 

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Morning arrives...

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You have no idea what time it is, but you know that you're in Sandy Shores right now. It feels pretty early though, but yet, you still wonder what's to come today. Sitting up, you grab your phone to see it's only 8 AM. Now that there's daylight shining through the windows of the trailer you can finally see this place in more detail. There's even a small kitchen with a fridge full of foods and snacks right on the counter. A small flat-screen TV in the living area, a new couch. Pretty much everything in this trailer is new. 

Of course, you don't know that some of the things here are stolen and Trevor isn't going to tell you that. 

You finally get out of bed and wonder if you should make breakfast for yourself or if you should call your dad to see if he wants breakfast too. Just as you thought of calling him, there's a knock on the door. Following this, you open the door and see a middle-aged woman standing there with a gentle smile on her face and a plate of breakfast. 

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???: Good morning hija, this is for you.

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She hands you the plate and you kindly invite her inside. 

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Y/n: Thank you, ma'am.

Patricia: Call me Patricia, you must be Y/n. Trevor has told me all about you.

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She gives you a friendly embrace, you didn't expect it but nonetheless, you return her embrace. She smells of delicate vanilla and cedar wood, a perfect blend that reminds you of grandma and her variety of body mist sprays. 

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Patricia: It is so good to finally meet you, come sit down, I'll make you some horchata. 

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After shutting the door, you sit down on the couch and turn on the TV while Patricia starts making horchata. She does seem like a nice lady just like your dad said. Maybe she can tell you more about his business. But while Patricia is in the kitchen part of the trailer, you receive a text message from your grandmother. Even though you love her, and you do feel like things are gonna get better between you two, you can't help but feel... distant towards her. You can't really explain why, or not completely at least.

Patricia notices your slight frown as you stare down at your phone. Trevor did her about you, even the part about your grandmother lying to you about Trevor and your mother being dead. But believe it or not... she can relate to your grandmother. After she finishes making horchata, she hands you a glass before taking a seat in front of you.

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Patricia: Trevor has told me all about you. So... I know about your grandmother, Y/n.

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Surprised, you look up from your phone and focus on Patricia. You sigh and place your phone down to the side of the table.

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Y/n: I don't know... I just...hate the fact that she lied to me.

Patricia: Hate is a very strong word. 

Y/n: But I could've known about my dad and mom when I was little. Do you know have many times I cried when I was a little girl, knowing that all my friends had dads to see them during play recitals? Or moms coming in to help them with the fucking annual school bake-off? Maybe I wouldn't feel so fucking alone, even in my own house if I had known about them sooner. I tell my grandma that I understand but...

Patricia: It hasn't hit you yet mija, that's why. 

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Tears begin to form in your eyes, but you quickly use your hands to wipe them away. You're still pissed, upset... all those fucking years you could have had with your mom and dad. Even if your mom was behind a jail cell and your dad was from a different state. 

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Patricia: I know mija, I know... Let me ask you. Who did come during the play recitals?

Y/n:.. My grandma.

Patricia: And did she help you with the bake-off?

Y/n:... Every year... we won first place twice... And even when we didn't make the top three, she'd still take me to my favorite ice cream shop. 

Patricia: Has she taught you what a mother should teach her daughter? And what a father should show his daughter?

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In a slow movement, you nod your head.

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Y/n: Yeah... she played both parents for me growing up. The best that she can. 

Patricia: And she still is mija. She was only thinking what was best for you, even if it hurts.

Y/n:... How does that make sense?

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Patricia sighs as she's reminded of the decision she almost made decades ago.

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Patricia: Cuando I found out I was pregnant with my first son, I thought it would be better to take him to my sister in Mexico. I didn't tell my husband I was pregnant, I was so worried. He's... not a good man. At least to others... I was so worried that my son would be exposed to the work my husband does and for his safety. 

Y/n: What do you mean? What work does he do?

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Patricia's eyes wander to the side for a couple of seconds, debating if she should tell you exactly what her husband "Martin" does for a living. She looks back at you and decides to tell you...

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Patricia: There are good jobs out there, but there are...evil jobs también. His job... is evil.

Y/n: A criminal organization?

Patricia: Yes... and at the time I was worried that if I allow my son to be exposed to it, then he'll become a victim. Rivales don't care if they have to kill a baby...

Y/n: And what happened?

Patricia: My sister didn't want my son, and I spent the night crying in the bathroom. Martin woke up and saw me in the bathroom... I told him I was pregnant. Back then, he was kind, patient, and very sweet to me. We were in our mid-twenties. He comforted me and told me everything would be okay. He promised me that he would never let anything happen to our baby. I believed him...because I loved him...

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Patricia begins to tear up, so you pass her a napkin from the side of the table. She gently wipes her tears places the napkin down and folds it.

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Patricia: Over the years, I see my sons become men. But not good men. I still want to see them as my innocent hijos but I can't... If I had the chance to take back what I said... I would have found a way to send my son to a better home. A loving home. No guns, no drogas... I know it would cause me pain... but sometimes it's better to protect them, even if it hurts you or los dos. Because I know I had done the right thing to protect them. 

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Her words sink into your heart and wrap itself in your throat. Even if it caused her pain, she would have sent them away to protect them. Even if her sons had to grow up without their biological mom causing them pain was still better than having their lives surrounded by violence. Your grandma didn't believe that Trevor would change from his criminal ways. And with your mother being sent to prison, she could only do so much for you. Moving to the States was one way to start a new life not just for her, but also to give you a chance to live a normal life that wasn't surrounded by crime and bad influences.

You did grow up a happy child for the most part, and your grandma was because of that. And now you have your dad and your mom might get parol soon. Maybe you shouldn't be this pissed and upset at your grandma anymore.