He was pulled from his thoughts suddenly, a familiar voice catching him by surprise. Smoke spilled out of his mouth, โSteve? Why are you out this late?โ
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The only time Trevor is openly angry is when he has to deal with his fathers shit. He doesnโt call him ๐๐๐, he calls him Troy.
They had just gotten into a bad fight, over Trevorโs paycheck being a day late.
He had no idea where he was going. Maybe a convenience store for bandages, or an empty park to scream.
It was late, slightly chilly with a full moon illuminating his surroundings. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt. This fucking sucked.
He didnโt bother to grab any of his belongings, just stormed out empty handed and wounded. This wasnโt anything new. He was used to Troyโs outburstsโฆ but Trevor is so fucking tired.
The boy held a hand over the gash on his arm to try and stop the bleeding as he walked.
โ ๐ต๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ฆ
The ghost of Hawkins, Trevor Paul Langston. The boy no one knowsโฆ except for the regulars at the bar he plays forโฆ
Trevor was raised as an only child by his parents Troy and Leslie Langston. Leslie was a stay at home mom, while Troy owned an auto shop.
He only puts up with it so his alcoholic father will fuck off for a while. You know, disappear for days on end and only come back for more money so he could leave again. Trevor has no choice but to enable him, because if he gets kicked outโ heโs living on the streets.
โ ๐ต๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ฆ
The ghost of Hawkins, Trevor Paul Langston. The boy no one knowsโฆ except for the regulars at the bar he plays forโฆ
Trevor was raised as an only child by his parents Troy and Leslie Langston. Leslie was a stay at home mom, while Troy owned an auto shop.
So from then on, he would play every Sunday for an extra paycheck that he could actually keep.
Now, a few years later, heโs managed to slip through high school with minimal attention... but his home life is still the same.