Never Fear My Dear, Trever's Here

Trever stood behind him, kissing the top of his head.
"I do love you Toni. I don't expect you to say it back but I do. Why I did what I did....Well....There is no excuse for that, I won't make one. But I had reason's. Your bed is made up. My door is open...."

"Do not lie to me like that." Toni shook his head. "If you loved me..." He would not have tortured his daughter like that...

Trever shook his head, kissing Toni's temple.
"Toni. I am not like others. Acts of cruelty for me...Are sometimes me doing something because I love you. I am leaving it like that."
He stepped away and into his room.

"STOP kissing me." Toni called after him, rubbing at his temple.

"Ill do whatever the fuck I want." He called back, getting into bed.

Toni growled to himself and took Snuffles, crawling under the couch and going to sleep there.

The next day, Trever had all of his tools presented on the coffee table in the living room for Barry to look through.

Barry came over, not really knowing what to pick... he usually just used his fists to hurt Blaine. He didn't even know what some of these things did.

And that amused the hell out of Trever.
He stepped around the table, pointing and speaking.
"Wire, used simply to force through skin blunly, unlike a knife. Needle to sew, thread for the needs, lighter to burn the holy hell out of him. A fire poker, one of my favorite." He paused and picked it up. "Course you could hit him with it but what fun would that be? You make a fire, sit this in it and when its good and hot shove it up his ass and make him scream like the bitch he is." Trever moved on. "A drill with the special knife tip, stick it inside him, against his prostate and turn it on." He shrugged. "Farly simple." He went though other toys, grabbing up whips and taser's. He brought out a collection of knifes, long and small, all sharp as hell. He handed him a box cutter for Blaine's tongue, a special knife for his throat, something to gouge his eyes out, a knife that removed skin easily...
Trever was scary as fuck.
And he hadn't even gotten to the really bad stuff yet.

"You are scary." Barry shook his head.

"Yes I am, VERY." He nodded. "You would be too if you were raised like I was, freaky shit im telling ya."

Barry took a few of the tools, trying to pick the ones that did not freak him out..

And Trever watched with amusement at his friend.
"Barry, its not that bad. Hell."

"Not that bad? You are scary as fuck Trev." He shook his head.

Trever nodded.
"This is not bad at all to me Barry. i have much worse." He winked. "Which is why thought I am smaller and weaker....I am just as fear if not more feared than you are."

"I really need new friends." He chuckled, shaking his head as he took the tools he wanted

Trever pouted, kissing his cheek.
"You wouldnt know what to do without me."

"I would be a lot less crazy." He snickered.

"Yes but what is the fun of being normal?" Trever winked at his friend. "Normalness sucks ass."

"Very true." Barry nodded at him. "Well Imma go see what I can do with this shit." He looked over the tools in his hands.

Trever snickered, kissing his cheek once more and leading him out the door.

Barry headed home while Toni glared at his back from his hiding spot under the couch.

Blaine was hiding under the bed, he was still refusing to speak to his master.

Trever rolled his eyes at Toni, ruffling his hair and going into the kitchen.

"Do not touch me." Toni grumbled, crawling out and plopping on top of the couch this time.

"Blaine, get your ass out here." Barry snapped.

Trever rolled his eyes once again, pulling Toni into his lap after sitting beside him,

Blaine rolled his eyes, getting up and stepping over to Barry, just glaring at him.