Ashley pulled up in front of the De Santa's house and waited for Carly and Johnny to get out. The whole time she was excited. Would her dad be waiting for her in the foyer with open arms? Will Brad be sitting a lounge room, waiting for his favorite niece? Carly opened the doors into the place and stepped inside. It took all of Ashley's willpower to stop her from running around the looking for her dad or Brad.

'Hello we're back.' Carly called out.

'Hey Carly.' A familiar voice to Ashley said. It's impossible she thought to her. Looking up at the top of the stairs she saw Michael.

'No! This isn't real!' Ashley yelled.

'Ashley, calm down.' Michael said.

'I'm fucking calm!' Ashley yelled before trying to escape. Johnny blocked the doorway.

'Get the fuck away from me Johnny!'

'Ashley,' Michael said grabbing on to her. 'It's really me. Now please calm down.' Ashley glared at him and shoved his arms off him. Michael looked at her and she punched him hard knocking him to the ground. She grabbed her pocket knife out and held it at Michael's throat.

'Give me one good reason why I should let you live?' She growled.

'Ashley you don't wanna do this.' Michael pleaded. Ashley made a buzzing sound and slammed his head against the floor.

'Wrong answer. I'm giving you one more chance to answer my question.' She growled. Suddenly Johnny slammed himself hard against Ashley and she fell to the ground. He pinned her to the ground and Carly grabbed the knife out of her hand.

'Let me go.' She hissed.

'Not until you calm down.' He said. Ashley let out a sigh.

'I am calm.' She said through gritted teeth.

'Are you sure?' Johnny asked. Ashley nodded and Johnny stood up and watched Ashley climb back onto her feet. She looked at Carly.

'I want my knife back.' She said holding a hand out.

'I will give it only if you promise not to hurt dad.' She said. Ashley sighed.

'Okay I promise.' Carly handed the knife back and Ashley placed it back in her boot.

'Hey it's great to see you Ash.' Michael said.

'Yeah I better it is.' She muttered.

'What's that meant to mean?' He asked.

'Well let's see I spend a bomb on this tattoo for nothing.' She said pointing to a tattoo that she got for Michael. It was a gravestone that said R.I.P Uncle M 1965-2004, the stone then rest on a bed of blue roses.

'I was lost for the first six months. Then I was kidnapped by the FIB, went through hell to escape. I developed a meth addiction, which I managed to get off. Just too fucking find out you have been alive this whole time. No call, no letter. You know what? Fuck the lot of yours and I hope you all rot in hell when you die.' She said tears falling down her face. Ashley kicked the doors open and stormed outside.

'Ashley wait.' Carly called.

'Fucking rot in hell Carly Jade whatever the fuck you fake last name is.' Ashley yelled before reeving the Jeep to life. She sped off through the city, tears flowing down her face. Looking at her tattoo she was pretty tempted to rip the skin off so that she didn't have to look at it. She sped along the highway, cutting people off before turning right onto a dirt road. She knew she was driving too fast for the dirt road, but at this rate she didn't care. She was still crying and sped around a bend. As she did, she lost control of the Jeep and rolled down a slope before hitting a tree. The Jeep was upside down Ashley head ached, there was a ringing noise in her ears and she was struggling to breath. She managed to reach of the seatbelt and undid it. As her body hit the roof hit the Jeep everything went black.