Trevor sits with me the whole night and I doze off in his arms.
The next morning he's gone. I sit up and rub my eyes and decide its best I change before going downstairs. I drag my half awake body to the wardrobe to see my clothes aren't there anymore. Just a piece of paper that says. 'Come find them... T' Trevor! He has my clothes.
I waste no time. It's early-ish, I think so I march down to his room on a mission to get my clothes without being discovered. I push the door open to an empty room with my clothes on the bed. Not as easy as that is it? I step forward cautiously.
Suddenly, a hand wraps around my waist and picks me up whilst the other covers my mouth. I'm throw on to the bed and I stare up at my captor. He pulls his hand away with a proud smirk on his face. "Trevor what the hell! You scared me!" I exclaims
"You didn't think it'd be that easy did you?" Trevor asks
"No. Just wasn't expecting that."
"What were you hoping for?" Trevor asks with a smirk "For you mum not to catch us like this." Trevor roles his eyes and climbs off me, since I'm right. I sit up and get my clothes.
I pick my clothes up off the bed and walk into his ensuite. I change and look around; a walk in shower, a jacuzzi bath, waterfall sink and a fancy toilet with a bday.
I walk back out, leaving the shirt inside. "I take it your driving me home?" I ask him "You might as well stay here today. The wedding reception is in a few hours." Trevor says "I need to change into my suit for the wedding but help yourself to anything when we are gone. The after party is here and your invited," Trevor adds
"Yeah invited to work." I laugh.
I go downstairs and sit at the breakfast table, alone whilst the family get ready for the big day. I play on my phone for a while until I notice Steve come in. "Morning," I greet
"Are you happy now?" He asks, shooting me daggers "Yes, why wouldn't I be?" I ask
"You've ruined my life. My one shot at money. Now I have to stay with her for the money," Steve answers
"Don't you love her?" I ask
"I love money more." He states and walks back out the room.
"What was that about?" A woman in a maids outfit asks "If someone knows some important information but they know it'll hurt someone, should they tell them?" I ask her
"Well that depends on the importance," she says and dusts the corners of the kitchen "Anything you want to share?" She asks me with a genuine smile "I think it'd best I keep it to myself."