10/1/11, De Santa Residence, 5:50am
'Never a quiet moment in this house.' Carly says, half asleep. That damn video game! Doesn't Jimmy know when to stop?! The youngest one reaches for her AP Pistol on the nightstand when something else catches her eye.
A switchblade with an Air force logo and two sets of initials on it. Carly picks it up and traces her fingers over the first set of initials.
C.T
Carly Townley.
At least that's who she was in a past life. She flips the knife over, seeing T.P carved into the other side.
Trevor Philips.
'Good old Uncle T. I hope that wherever you are, you're not causing too much trouble.' She says,
staring out the window.
The rainy weather matched her current mood.
Meanwhile(Sandy Shores,5:54am,Trevor's trailer)
'I keep supplying her with meth and she pays me with sex.' Trevor thought,quietly getting out of his bed and puts on some underwear, followed by grey pants.
He decides to let Ashley keep on sleeping and walks into the main part of the trailer, a picture of himself and Carly on the ground. 'I need to clean up around here.' He says, picking up the picture and sits down on the couch,remembering that day.
Her sixth birthday. The day that he gave her that knife.
'I miss you, kiddo. Don't give Amanda too much trouble, ok?' He says, hugging the picture close to himself and lies down on the couch,closing his eyes.
The older man swore that he could hear a little voice say i love you, Uncle Trevor before drifting off into sleep.
'I love you too, Carly.' He says, a tear running down his face.