Trevor made another ambivalent gesture, his silent way of saying that Izzy should hold on, as he had more to say. "My mother and father are not my real mother and father." That statement hung in the air for a moment, before he quickly added, "They're fakes, in a way." He seemed to think for a moment on how to explain this obviously confusing statement, but then spoke up again, "I'm going to digress a bit and tell you a story. Seventeen years ago, there was a lovely young girl. Seventeen years old, same as me. One day, the girl became pregnant. She didn't know who the father was-- it seemed she had a lot of lovers. In any case, that illegitimate child was me." He walked forward a bit more without saying anything, a sour feeling in the air.
"Ah, I don't mean to confuse you, now. I know I said I have a mother and father, but they're fakes; I don't know who my biological father is. My current mother isn't my mother, either. The woman that gave birth to me committed suicide. Hung herself. Right above my crib. Like a mobile." The way he said this, so placidly, made it seem like he was discussing a television show or something similarly mundane. Not the specifics of his mother's suicide. "Anyway, right before she killed herself, she got married. She had no money and no relatives, so she tried to get a man to support her and her child. Under certain circumstances even a loveless marriage can't be criticized. Tragic for the man, though; he had to adopt a child whose father was unknown. That man was my first father."
Trevor sighed, saying, "I think he was the real victim in all of this. I don't have many memories of him, but he was a very serious individual. The image of a workaholic. He had no idea how to raise a child, so he married again to a woman who could raise me. He should have just hired a babysitter, right? My first father, in the end, worked himself to death. The woman who was left was my second and current mother. My current father is her second husband. That's the end of my story." Trevor said, looking back to Izzy with a smile. So guileless, as though he was about to tell her it was all a joke.
"So the mother and father I'm living with are not blood related to me. I'm almost a complete stranger to them. But they're my legal guardians, mom and dad. Though they've never behaved like parents to me." He paused, before adding quietly and bitterly. "And I've tried so much to behave like a son." Trevor sighed deeply, and looked back at Izzy. "I'm sorry about all that. This was a fit of anger. I have no idea what it's like to be told all these things out of nowhere. Honestly, I just wanted to talk to you to forget my troubles. Work off my frustration."