Blake spirited her way into the coldness of the falling snow as she can hear a helicopter above her, trying to catch up with the dark haired teen. She kept her black hoodie up as her black backpack was holding onto her back.

"We have no visual on Blake Rose,"

"Suspect's wearing a black hoodie and dark blue jeans,"

"Move, move!" She heard one of the police officer yelling as she tried her best to run away from them.

She was heading into the dark woods as she decided to try and lose them by climbing up a tree. As she put one leg up and grabbed on to a nearest tree limb, she can hear the police coming closer. She climbed a little faster, until she finally reached to the top the best she can.

As she looked down once more, she noticed two police officers with flashlights in one hand and pistols in the other. She held onto the tree branches as she tries to blend in, like she was camouflaging. She kept her body still, as she can hear the officers from underneath her.

"I can't see a damn thing in this snow!" One of the police officer complained.

As Blake noticed the flashing lights, she kept still while her green eyes were looking down, hoping that they will go away.

"Shit!"

"We lost her,"

"Travis! Bring back those goddamn dogs!"

As Blake watched the officers leaving the area, she slowly climbed down the tree before she jumped down for her feet to land into the deep snow.

Blake started running once more, before turning her head to side making sure that there wasn't anything and anyone tailing from behind her.

"Dad… Uncle Michael… hold on!" Blake thought to herself. "I'll be there with you two, once again. Just wait for me!"

Blake was sitting down at her desk while listening to the boring lecture in her English class. She was taking notes for a while, until she decided to drawing small doodles on to the page. She placed her hand under her chin as she looked outside to see the beautiful courtyard of the academy.

Blake was really bored since this was her last class of the day.

Blake looked to the left side of her desk to see her book from English class was sitting there. She pulled it in front of her, before she slide up the bookmark.

It wasn't actually a bookmark. It was a picture from the past.

The picture was her when she was just six years old, along with her father named Carter Grant and her three uncles, Michael, Trevor, and Brad.

Blake examined the picture as she smiled at it.

"I can never forget that final day that we spend time together, Daddy," Blake thought to herself, before closing her eyes.

Blake was sleeping in her small bedroom as she felt something shaking her lightly. She opened her turquoise blue eyes to see her father Carter Grant only on just one knee, smiling at his daughter's sleeping form.

She smiled. "Daddy,"

Carter smiled once he heard his daughter's voice, before placing a kiss on her forehead, which made her giggled happily.

"Hey, sweetheart," Carter moved some of her black locks out of her face, so he can see his daughter's cute face. "I'll be leaving now and I will be returning soon with your uncles,"

Blake raised her body up. "Can I come with you?"

"I'm sorry, Blake," Carter rejected Blake's question. "This is a job for only us men to do,"

Blake had a frowny face as she looked down at her bedspread. Carter couldn't take his daughter's sad face, since she was the only thing that matter to him. Just like Michael caring about his wife and children.

So, Carter decided to cheer up his daughter.

"Hey, remember when I say that one day that me and you will leave this snowy town forever and go somewhere where it will be sunny everyday?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, once I return from this job and when I have the money, me and you," Carter taken ahold of Blake's small hands into his own. "We'll get to leave and have a happy life together,"

"Is Mommy coming with us?"

"No, it will be me, you, and your favorite uncle,"

"Uncle Michael?"

"Yes, him, sweetheart and even his own family," Carter replied. "Don't say anything about this to your Mommy, ok?"

Blake nodded, before Carter wrapped his arms around his daughter's small body, giving her a loving hug.

He placed a kiss on her strawberry smelling black hair. "I love you, Daddy,"

"I love you too, Blakesleigh,"

Blake was back in her English classroom as she had her eyes closed, until she can hear the tapping of heels clicking against the floor and small murmurs flooded the whole classroom. She opened her eyes for a second to her friend, Max calling her name, until she turned to her right to see her English teacher standing next to her before she grabbed her wrist.

Blake was still holding the picture in her hand until the teacher takes one look at it.

"Hmm, it seems that you only care about this picture instead of my class, Miss. Blakesleigh,"

"No, no," Blake felt the only picture she had from her past taken away from her once the teacher had it in her hand. "It's not like that."

Blake raised her body over the desk, as she tried to reach out towards it. "Please I need that back!"

"Blakesleigh De Santa," The teacher walked towards the chalkboard. "If you want this back, I would like to see you after class,"

Blake was walking home from the academy with her friends, as she kept her eyes glued to a permission slip that her English teacher gave her after class.

"I can't believe that she wants to meet my aunt and uncle," Blake said in disbelief.

"Tell me about it," Max replied agreeing with the black haired teen. "I can understand her taking the picture you had in your hand, but this… She just want to be in our business, since she'd married a rich guy she doesn't care about,"

"That sounds like my aunt," Blake giggled as Max laughed alongside with her.

"Hey, Blake," She turned to her right to face Lynnette. "What was that picture you had in your hands,"

Blake stopped for a minute to place her backpack down on the ground. Max and Lynnette stop to look down at Blake as she replace the permission slip to the picture. Blake's friends surrounded her as they looked at the photograph with her.

"This is me and my Daddy, along with my uncles,"

"Eww, who's this one, looking like a creepy motherfucker," Lynnette asked, pointing to the one on who was next to Michael who has a mullet haircut.

"Lunch…" Blake said in disbelief. "That's my Uncle Trevor. Sometimes, he scares the shit out of me, but he was always the funny one,"

"Oh,"

"What about him," Max asked pointing to the person next to her real father, Carter.

"That's my Uncle Brad," Blake pointed to his face, before folding up the picture once more.

"So, I only have my father and my Uncle Michael left. I don't know about my Uncle Trevor or Uncle Brad. But, I hope that they will show up eventually,"

"If he does," Lynnette said, while Blake places the picture back in her backpack. "I'm still calling him a creepy motherfucker,"

Max sucked her teeth. "Lunchables, shut your dumbass up,"

Blake laughed at Lunch's stupidity.

"Alright, if I see him…"

"Alright, already!" Blake and Max complained to the blonde hair with pink streaks teen.

Once Blake and her friends were walking down West Eclipse Boulevard, the dark haired teen had to say goodbye to them once she reaches to the gate. When Blake said goodbye to them as she watched them walking down the street, she walked towards the front of the house as she can hear the leaf blower whirring as the gardener that her Uncle Michael hired was on the job.

She taken a deep breath before opening the front door to the De Santa house.

"Uncle Michael? I'm ready to go," Blake said out loud. She walked towards the living room area to see that he wasn't around in his favorite area of the house. She didn't smell no cigarette smoke or no used whiskey bottle or glass on the coffee table.

"Uncle Michael?"

She decided to give up on calling him once more before climbing up the stairs and into her bedroom on the left. Once she throws her backpack on her bed, she decided to change out of her school uniform and into something more comfortable.

Now, Blake was switched from out of her weird school uniform into a white tank top and black skinny jeans. In the mirror, she looked at herself now as her upper body was covering with permanent ink of the tattoo she bought for herself.

On her right shoulder blade was covering with a beautiful red and black rose design with vibrant green leaves. On her left forearm was a clip of an angel's wing. That was her first tattoo that she brought since she was here in Vinewood. And finally on her left wrist was her name in cursive. She was planning on getting some more on her body soon, but for now she was fine for the way she is today.

As she layed on her stomach on her bed and pulled out her cyan blue binder, she heard a knock on her bedroom door which almost startled her. Her parent teacher conference permission slip started flying out of her backpack and onto the floor, until the door open to reveal her Uncle Michael.

"Hey,"

"Hi, Uncle Michael," Blake stood up on her bed, keeping her eyes on the parent-teacher conference permission slip.

"How was-" Michael walked towards her, until his brown shoes step onto something on the floor. He removed his foot as he got the paper up from off the floor.

"What's this?" Michael asked, before Blake snatched it from out of his hands. "The fuck was that, Blake?"

"Uh," Blake hid it behind her back before placing it into the back of her black skinny pants pocket.

"Nothing, Uncle Michael," she said, so innocently with a sweet smile. "What do you want?"

"Well, I was wondering kiddo, if me and you can spend time together like I promise you before,"

"Uh…" Blake was trying to think of an excuse once again. In the right corner of her greenish blue eyes, she looked down at her cyan blue binder as she finally thought of something.

"Actually," she looked back at his deep blue eyes, hoping to the hide this lie once again. "I have homework. A-And it's due by tomorrow. So, I have to pay attention to my studies, maybe later or tomorrow, Uncle Michael,"

"Alrighty then, Blake," Michael rubbed the back his neck. "Have fun,"

Blake grinned at her Uncle Michael before he closed the door. As soon as he closed the door to her bedroom, she relaxed her fake grin before looking back at the parent teacher conference permission slip.

As she balled it up, she blew a raspberry and threw it behind her as it landed onto her pillows.

She wanted her Uncle Michael to sign it and come to the meeting, but somehow this meeting might be a bad one like she had back in North Yankton for missing any late homework assignments.

But yet, she didn't feel comfortable to be around her Uncle Michael. She was still going through the trauma of shooting her own mother, Macey Rose, but she hasn't told him the true story about her escape.

"Just 'cause you have a massive gaper, bitch,"

"Fucking homo. You are so dead!" Tracey hissed. "Dad! Jimmy said I have a massive… Jimmy called me a bitch!"

Blake stared rubbing her forhead. "Oh, why don't the two of you just make up and shut the fuck up!?" Blake complained, before she picked up her cyan blue binder and her iFruit phone, placing it all into her black backpack.

"Eww, Blake that is so gross," Tracey said, grossed out. Blake walked out of her room before closing the door to her bedroom. "Why would I make up with him, when he's a dork,"

Tracey walked back into her bedroom, before laying on her stomach talking to her boyfriend.

Blake sighed before placing earbuds into her pierced ears. She climbed down the stairs as she wanted to study some quiet where there is nobody who can disturb her. So, she tried outside where the pool was gleaming in the sunlight. But she noticed her Aunt Amanda with the tennis coach.

It made her skin crawl once she noticed her Aunt Amanda was trying to flirt with him. So, there was only one place that she knows that there will be peace and quiet away from the dysfunctional part of the house.

The garage.

When she opened the door to the garage, she noticed that Jimmy's SUV was still here. She remembered that it was going to get repossess if he doesn't pay it on time. But, she didn't care she need was somewhere that was quiet and somewhere that she was all alone, away from the craziness of the De Santa household.

She climbed into the backseat of Jimmy's SUV and pulled out her cyan blue binder to look at her homework assignment in English class. As her favorite purple pen touched the college ruled paper, she wrote down the subject and her name as well.

"The Favorite Person Who I Like, By Blakesleigh "Blake" De Santa,"

As she looks down at the piece of paper in front of her, she doesn't know who to write about. It has to be someone that she knows and loves her.

Not like her abusive mother.

It could be her Uncle Michael or Aunt Amanda, because those two were the only people that she like and how they taking care of her. So, she decided to give it some thought by fallen asleep in the backseat s of Jimmy's SUV. She covered herself up with the heavy blanket before closing her eyes, listening to her music on her iFruit phone.

So, that is where the adventure begins with Blake Rose De Santa!

I had the change the name of the story, because I didn't know what to name it at the time. First it was Black Rose. Then, Shy, Sweet, But Deadly.

But for now on it is called Sweet and Deadly, because Blake plays a sweet child in the De Santa household, but with that gun she had. The one she use to kill her mom, Macey Rose with and she is also deadly.

So, Sweet and Deadly, that's the name.

And by the way, Blake's friend, Lynnette. She has a nickname which she likes to be called by and it's Lunch or Lunchables. It was a funny way for me to come up with a name like that. Even my boyfriend laughed and loved that name as well.

So, what do you think what happens in the next chapter? Will Blake defend herself or will Michael come to the rescue?