Carly opened her eyes in the predawn hours of a mid autumn morning… she was alone in her room because Blake took Tracey's old room.
Because the sisters stopped talking to one another.
Because Blake and Carly reacted differently to Trevor's death.
Carly pulled her light brown, violet and silverish purple ombre hair into a ponytail after sitting up and turned the Tv on… Underbelly Of Paradise was on but with Dave as its host, Steve having been fired when the FIB found out about his involvement in Trevor's death.
The door opened and Carly looked up, seeing Michael walk in and close the door behind him before he walked over and sat down.
"You couldn't sleep either?" Carly asked.
"I couldn't kiddo. Trevor's dead, he won't be bothering us anymore. But… I'm still worried about Blake. Last night, she and Franklin split up. Selena and Lynnette, they don't want to talk to us either." Michael explained.
"We lost everything…" Carly whispered.
"You had nothing to do with Trevor's death, Carly." Michael said, carefully pulling her into a hug.
"My sister's not talking to me… my friend's not talking to me. Was it so wrong to try to… live life the way I wanted to?" Carly responded as they let go, Michael seeing the scar going from her right shoulder to her sternum, the scar being the result of a machete wielding Trevor after the chaos at the Ludendorff cemetery.
"Blake will talk to you again when she feels like doing so... but somehow, besides her breaking things off with Frank… she's been acting different lately after leaving the room. She's been talking to someone on the phone, and won't tell who she was talking to. And there's a briefcase with a combination, underneath her bed." Michael explained.
"You don't think… she's planning on hurting us, do you?" Carly replied.
"No… but it is strange." Michael said.
Unable to go back to sleep, Carly got ready for the day and headed to the place she knew she could clear her mind… at the Del Perro pier, she looked out at the ocean before she heard Lunch and Max arguing a few feet away and Max pulling Lunch back.
"Even though you lost your father, Jayden, your brother Chris, and now Trevor, there is no way that you are going to change. Carly and Blake did what they have to do in order for us to be safe, away from Merryweather and that dickhead!" Max explained with anger.
"Trevor was like a dad to me!" Lunch screamed.
"He sure as hell didn't treat Jadey like family when he barged back into her life, she nearly bled to death because of him!" Max shouted.
"Well, guess what? If Jadey or Blakey could've killed that dickhead and that red haired bitch instead of my third Daddy, none of this could have never happen. They knew at Lil' Chris' funeral that my mother is pregnant!" Lunch screamed with tears running down her pale green eyes.
'Trevor was gonna be a dad?!' Carly thought before she left… she reached the house and noticed that the door was open. "Steve? Macey?" She called out, walking in with her SNS Pistol in her hands.
Finding blood wasn't the last thing she expected, given their violent tendencies… but when she reached the master bedroom, her violet eyes widened in terror.
Macey had been dead for a while from what Carly could tell after crouching down, Macey's body having gone cold… Steve's body was a few feet away, warmer than Macey's.
Carly stood up and exited the house, horrified… she reached for her phone and shakily dialed Dave's number, Dave answering immediately.
"Agent Norton." Dave responded.
"You need to get over here… they're dead." Carly replied, Dave waking up completely after hearing that.
"I… I didn't expect you to be here." Then Carly and Dave both heard Blake's voice as she was holding a fiber wire in one hand and other hand was red matte lipstick, which Steve had marked on his body.
"I'm on my way…" Dave said before he and Carly hung up.
"Blake…" Carly said, Blake lowering the fiber wire.
"I'm… I'm not gonna hurt you, if that's what you're thinking. What were you doing here exactly?" Blake questioned.
"I was gonna confront Steve… either he or Trevor was the father of Selena's unborn baby." Carly explained, Blake's eyes widening.
"Well… to tell you the truth, before I killed Steve with a head on attack. He said he's been less… active with Selena. Trevor's actually the father." Blake explained.
When Dave showed up, he walked into the house… and rejoined the girls after exiting it.
"Go, pretend you were home or at friends houses all night… your involvement ends here, you two." Dave responded, the girls leaving.
When they reached the De Santa house, the sun was beginning to rise… Blake stopped the Cheval Fugitive and turned to Carly, who had gone quiet.
"Dave's hiding it… getting rid of evidence." Carly said after the eerie silence.
"So… better off when they were supposed to be dead in the first place." Blake said.
"It is… they had it coming." Carly responded as they got out of the car and headed into the house.
They each headed into their respective rooms after a hug, doors locked and Carly sitting down on the chair in front of her laptop… she plugged her earbuds in, put them in her ears and answered a missed video call from Ethan, who noticed how pale she was.
"Violet, you alright?" Ethan questioned.
"We don't have to worry… about Steve and Macey anymore." Carly replied, Ethan closing his eyes for a few seconds.
"Dead?" Ethan asked, Carly nodding.
"If anyone asks us, we say we don't know who did it. Okay?" Carly responded.
"Alright then." Ethan replied.
When the two ended their video chat, Carly had rinsed out the ombre color in her hair with color remover and looked in the mirror after her shower… reaching over, she grabbed the box of silverish purple hair dye and opened it.
Dressed in clean clothes and having fixed her makeup after rinsing her hair again, Carly dried it with the blow dryer and headed downstairs when Michael had said that breakfast was ready… in his high chair, MJ reached out and yanked Carly's hair, making her yelp in shock.
"MJ, don't do that, buddy." Michael said, picking MJ up out of the chair and holding him.
"Where's Mommy?" Ginger asked, looking around for Amanda.
"She's...with the police again." Michael replied. "Somehow, she was found sleeping while having one of her hangovers in a random Mexican restaurant in the men's restroom."
Carly would've laughed but didn't… because some things never changed.
But she had a plan to fix one thing.