3 months ago…
"You can't just take my daughters with you, Michael!" Amanda shouted.
"You stopped seeing Carly as your family long ago! And as for Blake, you never truly cared about her, you just stepped in to try to fill that mother role in her life!" Michael yelled.
Blake had been a bit startled when she walked in after soccer practice to hear that and walked upstairs to hers and Carly's shared room, finding Carly packing her things.
"What are they arguing about?" Blake asked, placing her soccer ball on her bed. "Why are you packing your things?"
"Remember last night when I left to get away from their argument? Dad found a new place, he's moving out…" Carly said before turning around and revealing a black eye, Blake turning horrified.
"Oh my… Carly…" Blake said horrified. "But Dad can't leave us, we love him."
"Which is why he wants us to go with him… he lost it after Mom punched me when I came back home, that's why I locked the door last night when you were crashing at Maxie's house." Carly said after zipping up her duffel bag.
"But… I don't wanna leave…" Blake said slowly, looking down at her feet.
"I can't do it anymore, Blake, I can't be her punching bag! I'm sorry, I just… I don't think any bond left can be salvaged, it's gone." Carly said quietly, Blake taking her sister into her arms.
"I'm coming with you… I can't be alone without my sister…" Blake sobbed quietly.
The two held each other for a while longer before Blake packed her things and both headed downstairs.
"Hey, girls…" Michael said quietly before hugging both of his daughters, Blake and Carly getting into the back of the Tailgater.
Once they were settled, Michael drove to the new apartment… Blake's eyes widened in shock. It wasn't as fancy looking as the house but it had a classy and inviting feeling about it, cozy.
"I… sorta like this place." Blake said.
"It's… Dad, how did you…" Carly tried to ask.
"Solomon pays his employees very well, kiddo… now come on. Let's go settle in." Michael answered before helping the girls with their things…
Present time…
Limbs stretched and sleepy bluish violet eyes opened, seeing a pair of aquamarine ones.
"Mornin, Blake." Carly said through a sleepy yawn.
"Carly! Time to get up!" Blake said happily as her left eye twitched a little.
"How much coffee did you drink now?" Carly asked, absentmindedly buffing her mossy green grey nails on her right hand against her shirt for a few seconds. Saturday mornings, she was normally up by 10 so when it was 10:45 and neither Blake or Michael saw Carly downstairs, Blake checked on Carly.
"A whole lot and even I ate my marshmallow cereal with a teeny tiny bit of sugar!" Blake said, moving closer.
Carly sat up and rubbed her face, noticing a tiny ball of black and white fur on the bed.
"Touka, wake up kitty cat." Carly whispered, Touka's blue eyes opening as she stretched her kitten body.
"Morning, kitty cat!" Blake said.
Touka gave a squeaky mew and pointed her paw to Carly, who's face was red from being curled up in the covers too long.
"Yeah, Carly Jade's face is like that…" Blake said.
"Old habit of cocooning myself under the blankets." Carly says as she dug herself out from under the covers, Blake seeing a coppery orange nail polish in place of the purple Carly had on her toes last week.
"I like the color of your toenails… maybe later I can borrow it." Blake said before kicking the soccer ball, as it hit against the wall of their bedroom and back to her.
The two headed downstairs as Touka followed, climbing up Carly's right leg when Carly stopped and Blake laughed.
"Kittens can get clingy at times." Carly said as Touka climbed into her arms and Carly petted her.
"Touka loves you too much… but not me…" Blake said.
"She loves everyone except-" Carly starts to say.
"Porkchop, Shrimp, Violet!"
Touka pinned her ears down and growled at Trevor as he walked into the living room.
"Aw, crap, not him…" Blake said.
"T, can't we go one weekend without you barging in?" Carly asked, Touka climbing into Blake's arms as Michael ran in with Ethan following him.
"Well… look who's here…" Ethan said. "Our favorite uncle in the whole world, Uncle T…"
"Make that worse favorite." Blake said.
'Especially if your best friend's the leader of a motorcycle gang that Trevor hates.' Carly thought with a small roll of her eyes.
Carly headed to the backyard, sitting down on a lounge chair and not paying much attention to the pink haired teen climbing the wall until Lunch poked her.
"Hey there." Carly said, Lunch noticing that Carly seemed a little off and Carly pointed her right thumb to the glass doors, Lunch seeing Trevor.
"Uncle T's here?!" Lunch said, happily. "He probably has my package I asked for, I'll be back!" Lunch ran towards the glass doors but she didn't know that they were close and her whole body slammed against them, falling backwards.
"You need to stay off that stuff, Lunch!" Blake said inside of the apartment.
Carly stood up and helped Lunch up, heading back upstairs but Trevor gripped her by her arm.
"Get your biker buddies to stop stealing my business." Trevor growled, Carly smirking.
"Half of Blaine County are drug addicts that are gonna buy from someone, does it really matter who? And before you start, Johnny's not shooting any kind of drug into his bloodstream unlike you." Carly said, slamming her thumb into Trevor's right eye and Trevor yelling out before he reeled back.
"Hey… where's my dimebag?" Blake whispered in Lunch's ear. "You promise me that if I bring Trevor here, and you give me some of your stuff."
"Hold up there… let me talk to him first and…" Lunch said, before holding up a zip lock bag of Los Santos Cush. "You'll get this…"
Carly headed upstairs, Ethan following her as he hated seeing his cousin stressed.
"You okay?" Ethan asked.
"Trevor needs to get over his anger but his head's too far up his ass… and I think he's hiding something from us." Carly answered after closing the door once Touka ran in.
"What do you mean by that?" Ethan asked. "You mean like Blake's doing drugs, and also hurting herself…"
"I mean that…" Carly answered, trailing off and handing Ethan one of the folders she found and Ethan opening it and reading it.
Ethan set it down after a few seconds… on the paper were a bunch of names and DNA matches to Trevor.
"What the hell?" Ethan exclaimed. "The fuck is this? His kids?"
"Seven of them and who knows how many others, the psycho was out of our lives for almost a decade… one of those kids even had to have a mechanical heart transplanted into her because her natural one was damaged from his meth use…" Carly said as they sat down. "I'm sorry for letting this all off on you but it's been driving me crazy."
"I know now, but listen… you need to pay attention to Blake. Did you know that she isn't allowed to play soccer, cause of her health problems?" Ethan questioned.
"She didn't mention that…" Carly answered, the two hugging.
Both knew that the changes were taking a toll on Blake.