Finding Myself in You-Sequel to "Hidden Identity-A Trevor Philips Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Trevor's POV

"Lester, you son of a bitch! You better not be beating off in there!"
I yelled, hoping to get some kind of response. Still nothing. This can't be. Bryn heard from him like a week or so ago. Hell, maybe sooner than that. Something wasn't right here. I ran my hand through my small bit of hair and connected my boot with the door, the door that I'd seen many times within my bank robbing years with Michael and Brad. I stepped back as the door swung open. I slowly stepped in, and froze at the sight.
No..
There he was. One of my only friends. The underappreciated brains that got me where I am today. Lifeless..cold.
I slowly approached him, placing my hand on his stiff shoulder. I tried shaking him, for what, I don't know. None of this is real. This has to be a fucked up dream, right?
"Lester, cmon buddy, wake the hell up!"
I continued to shake the corpse as if I had never seen a dead man before.
"I..I need you. Bryn needs you, and the baby..cmon buddy.."
I felt tears escape my eyes. I finally released his body and turned to the nearest wall, sending my fist completely through it. I put my hands to my face. This couldn't be. How am I gonna tell Bryn?
I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed the first person I could think of.
"Michael, get your ass over to the garmet factory. Lester is gone.."
I choked out the words as if I had eaten a bowl of glass shards. I sighed, taking one last glance at my old friend before I wiped the tears from my eyes. I closed the door and headed back down the stairs.

Bryn's POV

I waited impatiently for Trevor to come back, bouncing Carter on my knee. After what seemed like an eternity I heard slow footsteps approaching me. I sighed, assuming that everything went well, until the screeching of brakes filled the parking lot behind me. I pulled Carter in close and quickly spun around, fumbling for the gun I usually carried in my waistband, but somehow forgot.
"Michael?"
I asked questioningly as he hopped out of the car, fast pace walking to where Trevor was now standing at the foot of the stairs.
"He's gone.."
Trevor sniffled, putting his hands to his face.
"What?!"
I felt as if I had been stabbed. I put my hand over my chest, almost dropping Carter in the process. Luckily, Michael was there to take the child.
I pushed Trevor out of the way, despite his effort to hold me back. I ran up the stairs and busted through the door, only to see the already decaying body of my caregiver, my role model, the man who I was pissed at a few years ago but only out of love. The man who always wanted the best for me even though his best was a little bit different. He was gone..
A high pitched scream arose from the top of my lungs. I collapsed into the floor, a waterfall of tears flooding the old hardwood.
"Uncle Lester!"
I choked, my eyes burning and blurry from the tears. I reached for him, only to be pulled back by a strong set of arms.
"I'm sorry, Bryn. I'm so sorry."
Trevor whispered, his breathing labored as if he was holding back rage.
I sighed, slowly attempting to stand up, only to spot a flash drive on the ground beside of Lester.
My shaky hands reached for the object, grasping it gingerly.
Trevor sighed.
"Cmon, we should probably call emergency services. And that Paige girl that he was so infatuated with.
I sighed, taking Trevor's hand and allowing him to pull me up. I headed to the door, taking one last look at Uncle Lester before heading back downstairs.
I logged into Lester's computer from my phone in order to find Paige's number. With a little digging I was able to locate it. I called and within two rings, she picked up.
"State your business."
A harsh tone blared from the other line.
"Hey Paige. It's just Bryn, Lester's niece. I just wanted to let you know that Uncle Lester..p-passed away."
I couldn't control my tears any longer as they once again erupted.
"What?! Oh shit, I'll be there soon."
With that the line fell silent.
I turned around to the paramedics running up the stairs of the garmet factory. Franklin had also arrived.
"Man, what the fuck happened to him, dawg? Was it some malicious bullshit?"
"Man, it looks as if his disease finally caught up to him."
Michael sighed, handing the baby over to a devastated Trevor.
Trevor shielded Carter's eyes as they brought down the stretcher, a sheet covering the very obvious physique of Uncle Lester. I had to look away. I remember as a young three year old being told my father would never come home from his 'trip.' I also remember not too long after that seeing the aftermath of my mother's suicide. I may be 20 and married now, with my own family, but I can't help but feel orphaned once again. The man that raised me for 15 years, now gone for good..
I regret all the hell I put him through with my childish shenanigans. If I could go back and change all of the drug dealing bullshit I would, although my outcome with Trevor probably would've been nonexistent. I just wish I could apologize for the burden I put on him once more..but he was gone..really and truly gone..