Three weeks ago…

Stretched out on a lawn chair in the De Santa backyard, Carly lowered her sunglasses when she saw K8lynn walk over to her and tilted her head to the side, wondering why K8lynn came back here.

"I'm probably the last person you want to talk to." K8lynn said.

"Did he explain the full truth about why Inessa shot him?" Carly asked.

"He just said that she started shouting at him. And I always thought that without hearing yourself, it'd be damn near impossible to put speech together." K8lynn answered.

"I think she understood what he was shouting about… we got forced into a job for Agent Haines and Trevor saw the gunfight between our chopper and the IAA ones. He followed us back to the lot and things spiraled." Carly said, K8lynn sitting on the other chair. "I don't even know why I bother… he's never happy unless he's causing someone pain. Distancing myself sounds like a possible option, I'm tempted to tell him that Brad is dead and just let it be over with but he'd flip out, behead my dad, kill the rest of my family… or raise them as his own, I don't know what sounds worse." She said.

"Remember what me and Juana said, because now you're starting to realise it's true… you need to tell him exactly how you feel, exactly what you want. He'll hate you for it, but that's good. You thrive in that because just like little Carly Jade, Uncle T is gone and he ain't coming back, events of the past few years have made sure of that." K8lynn responds, Carly standing up, adjusting her tank top and leaving.

Carly found Trevor at the messy condo several hours later, his finger reattached and him looking at her.

"You're never happy unless you're hurting someone… and since you've been back, those people have been me as well as my friends and father. You want to know how I feel, Trevor?! I hate what these past nine years have turned you into, a murderous psychotic bully! The uncle I knew in Ludendorff is long gone much like the niece you knew and neither are coming back! So you either get yourself together and deal with it or you stay gone!" Carly said, feeling relief after it was out.

But Trevor was taken aback by that… and had turned rageful.

"I love ya, Carly… but you have no idea what the fuck you're saying. You want years of change, how about everything you just said right back in your fucking face?!" Trevor said, louder at the end before standing up. "Nine fucking years, I went through all hell! I made new friends, I had heavy losses, I grieved for a man I thought was dead! And then I come back and I don't give a damn anymore about Michael, robbing banks with him or settling old troubles, but the thing is, the only person I truly missed in those years, I've come back to her and she's become this FUCKED UP WRECK WHO DESERVES EVERY BIT OF HATE THAT COVERS THIS PLANET! EVERY BIT OF HATE IN MY HEART FROM ITS VERY DEPTHS! Little violet eyes… violet eyes… stay a minute longer and they'll be RED EYES!" He said, yelling halfway through and again at the end as he threw a knife, which sliced deep into Carly's left shoulder. "YOU WANT MORE?! THERE'S A WHOLE RACK OF THEM HERE!" He yells, grabbing a sharpened meat knife from the kitchen.

"I loved you like family. I missed you too but I also went through hell. I needed stability and I found it in someone unconventional… he would never hurt me… unlike you. Goodbye, Trevor." Carly said before leaving and reaching a payphone nearby.

Carly leaned against it and glanced at her nerve damaged shoulder before seeing a familiar van pull up and Johnny getting out and running to her.

"She was right… but I'm glad I know the truth now." Carly said quietly as Johnny helped her into the van and tied an old shirt around her wound before closing the door and running to the driver's side.

Present time, Carly's perspective…

The truck crashes into a tank and I stop my Double T Custom as Trevor crawls out… having overheard what Steve and Dave said to Franklin after we all rescued Lamar, I kept thinking if anyone was gonna murder Trevor, it wasn't gonna be for the FIB.

"I thought I was with one Judas, I'm surrounded by them! You're fucked up worse than your old man, Carly! You're fucked up worse than me! You want a piece of me, fucking come get me! Take the fucking shot!" Trevor yelled.

I feel the crisp early autumn air blowing around me… and then I look at Trevor and shoot the gasoline around him, unable to look away as he screams while flames eat his skin.

Then he stops and the flaming truck goes flying once the gasoline tank explodes… and then it's quiet again.

I look at Trevor's charred corpse… I really don't know how to feel now.

But I'm sure of one thing.

This time, Trevor Philips is gone... and he ain't coming back.