Trevor Fiction: Under the trailer


My friend Candy requested some Trevor. I doubt this is what she had in mind, though. It’s pretty dark.

Getting away was the immediate need. Getting away, getting safe. Helping Eliza and HJ get away, too. Jeremy would take care of himself. He always did. He’d stay there and taunt Hank for awhile, give the rest of them time to get away, and then somehow escape without too much damage to himself.

He’d turned it into an art form.

It had to be something like that. It sure as shit wasn’t a gesture of kindness on Jeremy’s part. Fucker had no kindness in him. In his own way, he was worse than Hank.

He gave HJ a shove to help him get further under the trailer faster, then held out a hand to Eliza. Of all of them, it bugged Trevor the most that she had to face this shit. She was the only girl. She was the family treasure. Even Hank said so. He cried before he whaled on her.

But he’d started doing it anyway.

Trevor figured it sucked, but not so bad if the fucktard never found Eliza’s bedroom. He and Jeremy slept in there sometimes on nights when Hank wasn’t needing some exercise, taking turns, keeping her company and guarding her from things that went bump in the night. Or worse.

Eliza took his hand and turned her face to his. She was biting her lip, but it trembled anyway. Her eyes were big, huge, scared.

Trevor knew the feeling.

“C’mon,” he whispered to her. “The faster we get safe, the sooner Hank gives up looking for us.”

A tear leaked out of one eye. “Trevor.” Her whisper started to get loud, to turn into one of those whines that wound up sounding like a fucking air raid siren from those old movies his mom would watch sometimes.

Trevor tried to shush Eliza, whipping his head around to look for people in the window and door of their trailer. Hank didn’t know about this hiding place, right under his stupid fucking nose. He figured sympathetic neighbors were hiding his kids, even though he’d put fears worse than God into them and now, none of ’em would even so much as look at the Wolff kids.

Trev bent down so he was closer to Eliza’s eye level. “It’s okay. We gotta get under there for awhile and then when Hank passes the fuck out, we’ll come back in. Come on, Eliza. You’ll like it under here. Me and HJ fixed it up. We got bottled water and maybe there’s some cookies left, too.”

“When I grow up,” Eliza said, her voice rising again. Trevor waved it down. She whispered, “I’m gonna play the violin. I’m gonna go all over the world. And I’m never gonna be scared again.”

Trevor swallowed down the impulse to cry. She was fucking eight years old. That was too fucking young to want to run away.

Then again, HJ was nine. He was eleven. Jeremy was twelve. They were all too fucking young to have to face this shit.

A crash came from inside the trailer. With a terrified squeak, Eliza dove for the hiding space. Trevor followed on her heels, not wanting to know if that had been Jeremy or their mother who’d just gone flying.

He let Eliza climb onto his lap, let HJ snuggle up against his side and cling to his arm like it alone was the only thing that would save him. He’d figure out a way to get them out of this mess. He would. After all, he was Trevor Wolff, and Trevor Wolff could do anything he set his mind to.


More Three Word Wednesday for you (immediate, treasure, gesture), and some Friday Flash as well. Remember, too, that 50% of my reported royalties in November and December are being donated to charity, to help fund music programs in schools. Join in — and if you already have my books (and so do your friends; autographed books make great gifts!), remember that if you use my donation link on the contests page, you’ll be entered to win… more books!)

Yep, I’ve also linked this at Weekend Writer’s Retreat and Writer’s Island. What can I say? I like maximum coverage. Which is a dangerous thing to say when Trevor’s around…



  1. Candy

    November 12, 2010 1:03 pm

    Well, unfortunately, that was part of Trevor’s past. As much as it sucks 🙁 Good insight into who he became and why though.

    (geez, you would think he was a real life boy the way I talk LOL)
    .-= Candy´s last blog ..The Original Christmas Classics Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer – Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town – Frosty the Snowman – Frosty Returns on Blu-ray =-.

  2. Thomma Lyn

    November 12, 2010 4:30 pm

    This one gave me shivers. Masterfully done, my friend.
    .-= Thomma Lyn´s last blog ..Dona Nobis Pacem =-.

  3. Fantasy Writer

    November 13, 2010 1:56 am

    Yes dark, but not overdone. Provides a point to ponder.
    .-= Fantasy Writer´s last blog ..University Life – A Poem by Kelly D Tolman =-.

  4. Deanna Schrayer

    November 13, 2010 12:36 pm

    Wow, Susan this is so very well written. Dark, yes, but everyone has a past and it’s important to know why people are the way they are. Now I understand so much more about why Trevor is…well, Trevor.

    .-= Deanna Schrayer´s last blog ..Pie and Ice Cream – fridayflash =-.

  5. pamela

    November 13, 2010 6:13 pm

    Dark and excellently done.

  6. Julia Smith

    November 13, 2010 8:04 pm

    I love how you’ve shown us that Jeremy can be just as awful as Hank, but he’s still providing the distraction that buys them time. A fascinating group of war buddies that I hadn’t realized belonged to Trevor.
    .-= Julia Smith´s last blog ..Weekend Writers Retreat – 32 =-.

  7. Tilly Bud

    November 14, 2010 8:53 am

    A terrifying read. I couldn’t wrench myself away.
    .-= Tilly Bud´s last blog ..I’m In Hiding =-.

  8. Cathy Webster

    November 18, 2010 8:23 am

    Can’t imagine being in their situation. So young. So terrified. Well done.
    .-= Cathy Webster´s last blog ..One More Beaver =-.

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