Grand Theft Auto V: The Complete Story {SLOW UPDATES}

Franklin and Lamar

Michael's POV

"Your son James," my therapist said to me calmly, "he's a good kid."

"He's a good kid?" I question back, "good kid. Why? Is he helping the fucking poor? No. He sits on his ass all day, smoking dope and jerking off while playing that fucking game. If that's our standard for goodness, no wonder our country's screwed." Jimmy wasn't a good kid. He was spoiled and a brat and never got off his ass to do anything.

"And what about you?" he replied back to me as if I didn't say anything. I always hated when he did that. I couldn't stand how he could just change the subject like that.

"What about me?" I responded back in confusion, "hey, I didn't have the advantages that kid had. By the time I was his age, I already been in prison twice. I robbed banks. I ran whores, smuggled them."

"And you consider them achievements?" he replied back.

"These were the opportunities I had," I yelled back, "at least I took them." My son Jimmy lives in a rich household and has all the opportunities and advantages I never had yet always wanted. It just goes to show you how one is more determined by lack of things than an influx of them.

"And where did these opportunities get you Michael?" he retaliated.

"They got me right fucking here!" I yelled in anger, "the end of the road, with a big house and a useless kid, and I'm sorry but I'm stuck here taking to you 'cause no one else gives a shit! Oh I'm living the dream, baby! And that dream is to fuck this! Fuck you! Fuck!"

"Let it all out," my therapist responded, somehow keeping his cool. I could never be a therapist. I had some type of what you would call "anger problem" or whatever. Just like my best friend Trevor Phillips does. At least, my old best friend Trevor Phillips.

"I think I just did," I responded to him.

"Alright," he sighed in relief, "I think that's all we have time for, same time next week?"

"I guess." I responded, getting up from my seat, "I outta tell you, I don't know if this shit is working for me."

"Well a sense of overriding futility is a vital part of the process. Embrace it." he reassured me.

"Whatever you say, doc." I said while walking out the door of his office. This was nine years after the incident in North Yankton. I hadn't seen Trevor since then, and he thought I was dead. It was just me, my loveless marriage, slutty daughter, and my useless son living in my big house in Los Santos. The great Michael Townly had been suppressed to Michael DeSanta.

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Franklin's POV

Growing up in the hood is tough. Living in a rough house, robbing stores and stealing cars, worried about leaving anything outside unguarded. I lived with my auntie, Denise in the ghetto part of town. Lamar Davis, my best friend, and I were walking down the street of Los Santos about to do another repo job for Simeon, our boss.

"Shit gotta be around here somewhere," Lamar said to me as we were trying to find the cars to repossess.

"Unless they buried it under the sand, fool," I replied, "another day in Lamar Davis production."

"Fuck you," he said to me when he turned to a man in a suit on a bench, "'scuse me homie, can you tell me where Berklin beach house is?" I could not believe what Lamar had just done. He asked a random rich white guy off the street if he knew where the house of the owner of the cars was. Sometimes I just wanna slap some sense into that nigga.

"No, homie, I cannot," he replied back, seemingly depressed about some shit. We started to walk away as I scolded Lamar for being so damn stupid.

"Actually I can," he told us getting up, "it's that house right there." He pointed to the house behind us. Me and Lamar looked at each other feeling so stupid.

"Good looking out homie," Lamar said to the man, "thank you." How could he be so stupid?

"Man get yo stupid ass on," I said to Lamar, "why would you ask him if he knows the fucking home? Better yet, do some sky writing that says there's a couple niggas here about to boost some cars incase somebody didn't realize."

"You see," Lamar said trying to explain his stupidity, "what you don't realize is we ain't boosting. This shit is legit business."

"Legit?" I responded in disbelief, "yeah I forgot, huh. All those 1k tax returns and all, right?" We continued to argue until we got to the cars.

"Come to daddy," Lamar remarked looking at the cars, "which one you want?" I got in the red car and he got in the white one.

"Damn this motherfucka got robo roofing and everything, nigga!" I exclaimed as I opened and rooftop.

"I wanna see what it do," Lamar said to me, "meet me on the streets." He drove off, accelerating his engine.

"Oh it's like that?" I laughed. I drove off following him on the highway. We bickered back and forth and the roads, evading traffic laws. We drove through everywhere. The highway, the local roads, even the movie set.

"Down this alley here, homie." Lamar said to me as he swerved his car off the main road.

"Whatever, homie." I responded. We drove through the main roads, disturbing traffic until we pulled into a parking lot. We stopped at the Union Depository, as Lamar was making us drive like drunks. I drove up next to Lamar and stopped.

"Haha, bitch," Lamar laughed, "when you gonna finally learn how to move some?"

"I show you how to move something, nigga" I replied sarcastically. I heard police sirens go off and automatically knew it was for us.

"Oh shit!" Lamar yelled.

"Be cool, fool!" I responded, "we got the paperwork."

"Okay, then you explain that shit!" Lamar said, still freaking out, "I'll see you at the dealership." He drove off and I was alone to fight off the cops. How shitty of a person could he be?

I drove fast and far away from the cops, turning into alleys and evading them at every turn. Suddenly, after a while, I lost the cops. I drove back to the dealership and yelled at Lamar for leaving me with the cops.

"This racist insulted me," Simeon said regarding a customer who looked only 16. He was slightly chubby and looked very confused and agitated.

"Who you calling a nigger?" Lamar said to the customer who looked scared out of his wits.

"No, I ain't calling nobody a nigger!" he replied terrified of what Lamar would do to him.

"Man what the fuck?" Lamar responded angrily.

"I mean," the customer stammered nervously, "n-word, I-I-I that-that's not cool man, I don't say that."

"That's fucking right," Lamar responded, "and you better keep it right because this man right here, he's an international business man, and multi-cultural."

"I couldn't have said it better myself." Simeon proudly said back to Lamar, "but seriously, maybe he's not a racist." The customer sighed in relief, still trying to contemplate what just had happened. To be honest, I didn't know either.

"However," Simeon continued, "I do not think he's man enough for a car like this." The customer looked up in agitation and confusion.

"W-wait," he said, "wait a second."

"This guy right here?" Lamar laughed.

Simeon continued to talk to the customer as he struggled to get a car. I got into my car and Lamar got in with me. Lamar and I began to talk as he started talking about my aunt, Denise, saying he wanted to get with her.

"Shit, it's good to be home." I sighed in relief to Lamar thinking about our long ass day.

"You sure I can't hang in your crib?" Lamar said to me, still trying to get with my aunt.

"I'll see you at work tomorrow, nigga." I said to Lamar.

"Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful, nigga." Lamar said and went to his house, but not before teasing me about the woman I loved.

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Author's Note

So how'd you guys like it? Please leave some type of feedback like a comment or like or else I won't continue because these take awhile to write! Thanks bye!