Carly's P.O.V
You live in the same house with someone like Amanda De Santa or whatever the fuck our family's fake last name is, you eventually realise that she's not always a nice person.
Hell, barely two weeks earlier before the accident, I did get into a fight with a boy who yanked up my shirt when I was walking down the hall and his group of friends just started taking pictures. When I pulled my shirt back down and yelled at him to fuck off, he hit me and a fight broke out. And when I told this to my mother, I thought she would've understood.
Instead, she started yelling at me that I could've seriously hurt the boy and that I need to control my temper. If someone randomly yanked her shirt up, how would she have reacted?!
If that had happened to Tracey, all Tracey would've had to do is start crying and Mom would've hugged her and told her that everything was going to be okay.
Looking in the mirror after getting dressed, I see that I managed to cover the bruise. I check my makeup, deciding not to put on any gloss on my mouth until the cut is gone. Thankfully, my mouth did stop bleeding though.
"Hey…" I hear, look and see Jimmy, who normally is playing Righteous Slaughter 7.
"Hey, Jimmy." I say, expecting him to yell at me. Instead, he carefully pulls me into his arm, the two of us hugging.
"Mom doesn't normally make choices like that, to hit one of us… are you feeling okay?" Jimmy says.
What do I say? That I don't know whether I can trust that my own mother won't hit me again after she gets out of jail?
"I'm okay… just a bit shaken up." I say as Jimmy and I let go.
"Let me know if you need anything, okay?" Jimmy asks.
"I'll let you know if I need anything." I say before Jimmy glances at my hands.
"I like that shade of grey, it's calmer… looks different than the nearly blinding pink polish Tracey wears on her nails." Jimmy says.
"Shut up, Jimmy!" Tracey yells from her room, Jimmy shaking his head and deciding to ignore Tracey's comment before leaving my room and closing the door.
Normally, Jimmy sometimes says "Carly, you should be more girly.". I guess today, he doesn't want to cause more tension and fighting. Makes me think of how Trevor used to stop the fighting between me and my siblings when me, Tracey and Jimmy were younger… damn, I miss Trevor.
I glance at the switchblade on the bedside table… it used to be Trevor's until he gave it to me as a birthday present for my sixth birthday. Unconventional present for a kid? Yes… but Trevor Philips is not a conventional person, he gives people the craziest things.
I know he's out there somewhere, still alive… North, South, East, West, wherever he is and wherever there are liquor stores to rob and hitchhikers to make disappear. As much as I care about Uncle T, he's also a very disturbing individual.
Third person perspective…
Carly walked downstairs and outside into the backyard of the De Santa house, walking towards the stone railing. She climbed over it and sat down, doing what she normally liked to do this time of day… look out at the city.
It was then when Carly noticed someone watching her through the scope of a sniper rifle and ducked out of his sight, anticipating a gunshot to follow… but nothing happened.
Carly did look back up, getting a good look at the man. She guessed he was about 5'8", in his mid to late 20s, had a black shirt, white fedora hat, black and silver chain with the LS symbol around his neck, dark blue jeans and black shoes.
But now she was wondering why he had a sniper rifle with him if he wasn't going to shoot her.
Carly waited until the man left before heading back into the house.
At the same time, the man was meeting up with Lamar on Vinewood boulevard.
"You find her, Gerald?" Lamar asks.
"Or someone matching her description. She pretty much looks like every teenage girl in this part of the city." Gerald says. "But we've got bigger problems, those LS Hunterz are fucking up our business deals. Something has to be done about them, especially their leader Ashley Bryan… and here's the one thing, Bryan is a fake last name. I did some digging into her background, her real name is Ashley Philips, only child of one of the guys who robbed the bank in that small town... Ludendorff, I think is its name, in 2004. Trevor Philips." He says.
"So if she's related to a bank robber, why isn't she using his last name?" Lamar asks.
"I don't know but from what I found out about Trevor, I wouldn't want to piss him off. This guy makes Scarface look like Mr. Rogers and that ain't easy." Gerald says before deciding to stop talking.
He didn't normally talk too much but this was important. Being affiliated with a gang meant that you had to find out exactly who the threat is.
A few hours later, LS Hunterz clubhouse…
"They've been running reports of that shooting ever since it happened. You think the media would focus on something else." Clint says, shutting the Tv off as Ashley sat next to him.
"The media are fucking bloodhounds, they find out a kid shot someone and run any story they could come up with." Ashley says, drinking her beer.
"Yeah… as long as they get their info and twist the story, they don't care what the fallout is. That kid is probably scarred for life from what happened and all the focus on the shooting isn't going to help her handle it properly." Clint says before his pager goes off, him looking at it. "Work never stops… I'll catch up with you later, Ash." He says before the two hug and Clint leaves.
Clint sighed as he reached Mount Zonah, walking into the E.R and finding Josh.
"Cops had to bring the woman in, her cell mate didn't take too kindly to her after finding out why the woman was in there." Josh says as Clint readjusted his stethoscope and looked at the patient info on the clipboard before walking into the trauma room Amanda was in, seeing that Amanda had bruises, a split lip and a slightly bent nose.
"Okay, Mrs De Santa… why don't you tell me what happened?" Clint says after resetting Amanda's nose, making her scream in pain.
"I got locked in a cage with a crazy lady after… losing my temper and hitting my youngest kid in front of a sheriff. The crazy lady asked why I was there… she didn't like my response." Amanda says as Clint checks her blood pressure.
"Well, there are people who take offense to a kid being hit. No matter what a kid did, it's wrong for a parent to hurt them." Clint says.
"Clearly, you didn't grow up when I did. You call it assault, I call it-" Amanda says.
"Lady, I don't care what you call it! Just because you were raised in a time where no one so much as blinked if a child was hit by their parents doesn't mean you can do it to your own kids!" Clint snapped at Amanda, who glared at him.
"If you're gonna be aggressive, I want a different doctor!" Amanda says angrily.
Clint walked out and over to Josh.
"Patient giving you hell?" Josh asks.
"Yeah." Clint says, Josh going to treat Amanda instead. Clint pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration… he didn't normally snap at patients but there were sometimes that a patient would occasionally push him over the edge.
Especially ones who believe that they didn't do anything wrong.