Gta 5 Fanfic

Chapter 1: The Youngest De Santa

It was the same dream every night. She was five years old, in a small and cramped trailer somewhere she couldn't remember. A voice that sounded like her mother's arousing her from sleep. "Its time to go honey, wake up. Come on.." the voice cooed and she felt herself being lifted.

She whined, struggling. "Mommy..wanna sleep.." she mumbled, opening her sleepy eyes to see her older brother and sister already rushing out the door with their bags.

What was going on? Where were they going? Where was daddy? Did he leave for good? She was carried into an SUV, buckled into her car seat. She looked outside the frosted windows, her hazel eyes confused and a little scared.

It was night time and she felt very cold, being only in a onesie. She was situated between Tracey and Jimmy in the back. "Where daddy?" She asked again, looking over at her older sister. Tracey appeared to bite her lip.

"He'll be out..last minute packing." She replied. Just then, the man in question raced out with the rest of their bags, stuffing them in the back. "All buckled?" He asked, checking them. "Daddy where we going?" The five year old asked. The man appeared nervous, a frown on his face.

"We're going home Bridget..going home.." was all hed said to her before he'd gotten into the car, her mother driving them fast to the airport. Everything else was a foggy blur, from the plane trip, to arriving in a very warm sunny place.

Bridget finally woke up, groaning at the blaring sound of her alarm clock. And the annoying sound of Jimmy and Tracey arguing with each other yet again. She thought she was supposed to be the fifteen year old in the house. She slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes and frowning as she mulled over her dream. She'd had them on and off for awhile now. Ever since her family started ripping itself at the seams.

All Bridget wanted was a normal family but between her parents always cheating on each other and fighting and her siblings being awful bratty shits, her life had gone to hell in a handbasket. Not to mention her own mother's constant affairs had lead to problems for her at school.

Namely, a popular girl named Ruby Rodriguez. Her mother had slept with Ruby's married father, now causing him to be on the brink of divorce. Now Ruby had gotten half the school rallied against her. Every time Bridget had tried to so much as mention it, it was overshadowed by someone else's problem. She hated it and this lead to her bottling up her feelings or writing them down in her journal.

She glanced outside her window, hearing how nice it was outside. Perfect for bike riding. Bridget's room was colored a deep purple, with grey carpeting. Some school books lay on the floor next to her desk.

She had some posters up of her some of her favorite bands like Love Fist and an mp3 player next to her laptop. Bridget got up, going to change into a tank top, Jean's and some cowboy boots. She grabbed her cellphone off the charger, checking the time and smirking a bit. 'Just enough time to bike around Vespucci beach.' She thought to herself.

While she hated living in Los Santos, Bridget couldn't deny loving the sea and the warmth of the beach. She thought she'd be much happier living out the country, free as a bird to take in all the beautiful scenery.

Sometimes on cloudy days, she'd bike ride all the way up to Mount Chiliad. Her dad hated it, always telling her how dangerous it was because of mountain lions. Well, no mountain lions had eaten her yet! Plus it was where she met one of her friends, a boy who's mother was a member of some biker gang.

Thankfully, he wasn't a psycho and was closer to her age. Bridget made her way out after doing some final touches to her outfit, making sure to avoid her siblings. Her mom was probably out doing tennis and she was sure her dad was having yet another therapy session.

Bridget didn't think those sessions did him any good since he still always appeared miserable. She was probably the only member in the family that didn't even hate him. He pissed her off sure, but he was still her dad. If anything she just hated how miserable he was.

She also hated how they were all quick to point fingers at each other when she could list on two hands how many times all of them fucked up at least once. She exited the house, taking in the light breeze and made her way to her blue beach cruiser bicycle.

Bridget had been begging for a dirt bike or motorcycle since she was thirteen but she doubted she'd ever get one. Her dad was firmly against it and her mom thought shed be too reckless with it.

As if the things Jimmy and Tracey would ask for was any better. She got on her bike, carefully pedaling through the neighborhood, smiling at the wind in her short black hair. Bridget always found the winds very calming, feeling like she could just drift away. She happened to ride past some idiot hipster on her way, who was far too busy sipping his coffee and talking on the phone to see the teen on her bike.

He jumped narrowly away, spilling his coffee. "Watch it!" He yelled in an undignified tone. Bridget's only response was to flip him off, smirking as she barreled past, through the Del Perro boardwalk.

As soon as her bike hit the warm sand of the beach, she remained in front of the ocean, grinning as she took out her phone to snap some good photos. Afterwards, she read around on her bike, enjoying the wind and watching the usual beach bums run into the ocean or ride around on their speed boats.

For Bridget, the beach was an escape from all of the family drama and her own inner demons. Sometimes, she wished she could convince her family to come to the beach with her. Maybe they'd have fun if they weren't so uptight. She sighed, relaxing. By midday, Bridget made her way back onto the boardwalk, licking a snow cone and staring out at the sea still. That was, until a familiar voice could be heard behind her.

"Well if isn't little miss hellspawn! Has your mother ruined anymore marriages yet?" Bridget tensed, turning to see Ruby with some boys behind her from the Vagos gang.

Ruby was sixteen and was known as the beauty queen of Rockford Hills. She was tanned, with brown hair and blonde highlights, dark eyes and red lipstick.

She was dressed very summery in a simple yellow shirt and flower patterned shorts with pastel sandals. "What do you want Ruby..? I'm just minding my own business..its not my fault your dad couldn't keep it in his pants.." she huffed.

Ruby scoffed at her, glaring. "How dare you..always knew you were a sniveling bitch! All I wanted was a little chit chat.." she said with a fake pout.

Bridget swallowed, looking behind her still. "Looks like you want more than that if you brought fucking gang members here from our school.." she said, staying close to her bike. Ruby smirked cruelly.

"Oh what's wrong? You scared? You should be! My life was almost ruined because of you! Thanks to you, I might have to live in some disgusting little apartment instead of my gorgeous villa because my mother can't afford peanuts after a divorce!" She shouted, her thin body shaking with rage. Bridget rolled her eyes. "God you're so vain! Worse than my sister!" She growled, taking out a switchblade behind her back. She knew the Vagos were no joke.

And Ruby was awfully friendly with them. In fact, the whole school believed she was dating one of them. Ruby glared at her coldly. "You know why I brought them here? To teach you a lesson..clearly, you're going to be a hoe just like your mother!" She snarled hatefully.

Bridget growled, snapping and punching her right in the face. "Shut the fuck up!" She yelled only to pale as she realized what she'd done the second Ruby was on the ground. Ruby got up, eyes alight. "Dont just stand there kick that bitch's ass!" She yelled. Bridget's eyes widened before she got on her bike, speeding away. She heard them behind her on motor bikes, shooting at her.

A bullet flew past, nearly hitting Bridget and making her cry out in shock. She sped down the busy streets, flying past pedestrians who screamed at the Vagos gang members who were still in pursuit. Bridget felt her heart race, dodging bullets and racing through alleyways recklessly, trying to escape.

She would destroy these fuckers later. She jumped a ramp in an alleyway, hitting a white sports car. There was a shout of, "What the fuck nigga!?" From inside. "Sorry!" Bridget called, speeding off the car. She fled through a construction site, the workers all shouting and yelling.

She could hear them getting closer. 'Fuck!' She panicked, pedaling faster. She swerved to the side, narrowly avoiding a garbage truck.

She sped through a small neighborhood, nearly hitting some lady exiting her house. Bridget was almost home free, speeding back towards Rockford Hills. She was breathing heavily, she had not been expecting to do this in freaking cowboy boots! Fucking Ruby! She zigzagged around, barely avoiding pedestrians. Soon enough, Bridget made it back to the house mostly unscathed. She glanced behind her just in case before pulling back in with a heavy sigh. She left her bike at the door, swallowing hard before going inside. "Bridget! Where the hell were you!?" Her father shouted sternly.

She tensed, swallowing and looking up at him. "I..I was at the beach." She said, biting her lip. Michael wasn't buying it and he glared at her sternly. "That isn't all I heard! I heard you got into a fight! With gang members!" He shouted angrily.

Bridget flinched. "Its not what you think dad! This girl, Ruby, shes a fucking psycho! Shes been bullying me for months and she tried to get some Vagos members to beat me up!" She tried to explain but

Michael wasn't having any of it.

"You were still reckless! You could've gotten killed and then what!? Look we'll deal with the Ruby situation later alright? Right now, go up to your room. We'll have to explain this to your mother when she gets back." He said sternly.

Bridget huffed, storming upstairs. "Its always later!" She said in annoyance, slamming her door. That night at dinner, Bridget did nothing but pick at her food. She was so sick of takeout but she couldn't complain. "So little miss goody goody finally got in trouble huh?" Jimmy teased with his usual grin, throwing a bit of pepperoni at Bridget.

"Shut up Jimmy..it wasn't my fault.." she huffed quietly. "Sure it wasn't.." he said with a laugh. "You realize emos are so nineties though right? You might as well throw yourself in a dumpster." Jimmy continued childishly. Amanda glared. "Jimmy stop! Both of you." She growled. Bridget stood, pushing her plate of pizza away.

"I'm not hungry. I'm going to bed. Goodnight." She said simply before walking right to her room. Tracey watched her, brow raise. "What crawled in her ass and died?" She asked with amusement. Michael gave her a warning look. "Tracey, leave it." He warned. Later, after dinner while the kids were asleep, Michael and Amanda were arguing again in the kitchen. "You know she will find out eventually Michael! The dreams shes always having..those repressed memories!" Amanda shouted.

Michael groaned, glaring. "She was five years old when we brought her here! Those dreams dont mean shit!" He shouted back in frustration.

Amanda scoffed, shaking her head. "And what about you know who? Huh? If he turns up, she will figure it out. It won't take rocket science!" She cried. Michael glared. "Hes probably dead by now. He doesn't even know she exists. We made sure of that. It's better this way Amanda. The less Bridget knows or remembers the better. You know her mother would want it this way." He said, his tone a bit softer. Amanda frowned, crossing her arms. "Does that include you too? Your past?" She asked coldly.

Michael swallowed, crossing his arms. "Like I said..the less she knows." He said simply. He didn't want her knowing about that, the fact he used to be a bank robber.

He couldn't keep it from Jimmy, Tracey or Amanda but god help him if he wasn't going to let the youngest in his family figure it out. He screwed up, he wasn't doing it again.

He wanted better, for all of them. Amanda sighed heavily. "You're unbelievable..shes growing up. You cant protect her from the truth forever Michael. Goodnight." She said before walking off. Michael sighed, following. Meanwhile, Bridget dressed in an all black costume with some biker gloves and boots, carefully climbing out her window to put on a mask.

For awhile now, she'd been moonlighting as a vigilante in Los Santos. Taking down would be thugs and criminals. It was a thrill for her. A dangerous thrill. But good god did she love it! They nicknamed her, the Phantom Of Los Santos..

Tbc •~•