A/N: This story crosses over with the 3D universe so some characters and things from GTA San Andreas will appear.
"Damn it! So yeah, I killed someone in self defense, it was unintentional, Amanda! You can't go one fucking day without bringing that up and throwing it back in my face, can you, you condescending, piss poor excuse of a human being?!" 16 year old Carly yelled, her sudden and rather sharp yelling startling her siblings and her mother.
It had been a therapy session to try to fix the problems between the De Santa family and it had been going well… if you consider Michael and Amanda screaming at each other as "going well."... and then Amanda had to bring up the shooting at Mount Zonah that took place three years earlier, once again trying to shift the blame for the family being dysfunctional off of Michael and onto Carly.
"I think we're getting off track here, the point is to try to-" Dr. Friedlander says, trying to intervene.
"I keep bringing it up because the cops, being so damn corrupt in this town, decided not to hold you responsible-" Amanda shouts.
"Well, since you like bringing up the past and throwing it back in people's faces, how about when you shoved that stripper out the hotel window and almost killed her, huh?! And that wasn't self defense, you did it out of rage, Amanda! You're no better than any one of us, what gives you any right to act like you're not a cruel, heartless, ill tempered, sorry ass excuse of a wife and mother?!" Michael says after standing up, yelling halfway through.
The way he was stood protectively in front of Carly gave Amanda no chance of hitting the violet eyed brunette.
Jimmy and Tracey were uncomfortably quiet, the two older De Santa children unsure of what to do and torn between siding with their mother and defending their father and younger sister.
"And… I think that's enough time for today." Dr. Friedlander says, deciding to cut the therapy session short. The De Santa family left, Tracey and Jimmy leaving in a taxi, Amanda leaving in her red Sentinel and Michael and Carly leaving in Michael's black Obey Tailgater.
"Well… that didn't go like I had hoped. You okay, kiddo?" Michael says.
"I… I thought I would've been okay… I don't really know how to feel now. Barely have had my memory back for one day and already, everything's gone back to hell." Carly says as From Nowhere (Baardsen Remix) by Dan Croll played from Radio Mirror Park.
"After that… I don't think they're coming back. Maybe it's for the best… it really pissed you off, Amanda bringing up everything that happened to all of us and acting like she was a damn saint, didn't it?" Michael says, Carly nodding as Michael drove back into the city.
Carly changed the radio station to K-Dst, Somebody Up There Likes Me by David Bowie playing and soothing Carly's frayed nerves but not completely… Michael could tell that his youngest child was still aggravated.
Carly's phone chimed and she grabbed it, seeing a text from Johnny.
'Therapy session went to hell in a handbasket, didn't it darlin?'
'Yeah. Not much hope for the De Santa family being stabilized anytime soon.' Carly replies.
'Well, not all families are functional. Hope everything calms down.' Johnny replies.
"Your friend has a point, not all families are functional… I just don't think that there's another one as dysfunctional as ours." Michael says.
At the same time, Amanda was moving her things out of Fabien's condo and putting them in her suitcases before putting them in her car. She was going to crash at a hotel until she found a place of her own… but right now, she was even more aggravated than earlier.
Amanda slammed the driver's door shut after getting in, started up the engine and flipped the station to K-JAH West, Chase The Devil by Max Romeo & The Upsetters playing as she drove off towards the Jefferson Motel… she would've preferred to stay at what she considered classier hotels but she was running low on money and the last legitimate job she had was being a stripper before she met Michael.
'It wasn't always like this.' Amanda thought sadly as she reached the motel, paid for a room, took her luggage and set it down in there, closing and locking the door… the room was clean at least and didn't actually look as low class and cheap as Amanda initially thought.
At the same time, Jimmy and Tracey had called Franklin and told him what happened, to which he said that they were welcome to stay at his house as long as they needed to.
"It might not be long for me… I applied to a few colleges in the state and out of state. Hopefully, I get into one of them." Tracey says after putting her things in one of the guest rooms.
"I think you're taking a step in the right direction by doing that, Tracey." Franklin says, the two hugging.
Meanwhile, Jimmy was filling out another job application online as well as a college application for one out in Vice City.
'Maybe being on my own will help calm things down… I can make it on my own. I can do this.' Jimmy thought, trying to encourage himself that he was doing the right thing for his future.