"Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be landing in Los Santos International Airport in five minutes. So, for your safety, please fasten your seatbelts as we're about to descend,"

Blake opened her turquoise blue eyes, before she stretch slightly, and looked out of her window to see the plane was slowly descend from the night sky. She fasten her seatbelt as she taken a deep breath, before looking out the window to see the lights to Los Santos International Airport.

"I'm here, Dad, Uncle Michael… I hope that you are happy to see me," Blake thought to herself, before a smile was placed on her face.

"So, who am I looking for, Davey,"

"She'll be coming out of this terminal, wearing only a black tank top and her hair will be in a ponytail,"

Michael and Dave were looking out the window from the black Obey Tailgater, as they were looking for a certain dark haired teen. Before, Blake even got on the plane, she immediately called the number that was left behind in the shoebox and told Dave Norton about her father Carter and also Uncle Michael.

And that's was when he called Michael to come to the airport to come find her.

As Blake walked towards the exit, she looked around the front of the airport, until she noticed a taxi. She walked towards it, before opening the back seat of the door.

Michael climbed out of his black Obey Tailgater as he watched Blake walking towards the taxi, behind the black Obey Tailgater to see the dark haired teen going into her black backpack, searching for some money.

"Blake?"

Blake looked over the taxi's backseat door to see a man in his late forties, black hair, only wearing a expensive brown leather jacket, silky blue button up shirt, dark blue jeans, and brown boots.

He looked so familiar to her.

Blake's eyes widened in surprise as she stood there, until she finally broken the silence.

"Uncle Michael?"

She dropped her backpack, before she noticed her Uncle Michael running towards her and wrapping his arms around her small figure. Blake's turquoise blue eyes were still widened, until a soft smile was placed on her lips as she relaxed against his touch.

Blake felt Jimmy's SUV moving as one of her earbuds were removed from her ear. She groaned softly before hearing a voice.

"Eh, Simeon, I got the ride man, I'm coming back,"

She didn't recognize the voice. Her eyes widened as she kept her head down while covering herself with the heavy blanket. She didn't know what to do.

But all she had to do is keep quiet for now.

Until she realized that her earbuds were still connected to her iFruit phone. All she had to do is call for help.

As she reached down to her backpack where her iFruit phone was placed in, until she felt something that was cold and it was like hard metal against her fingertips. The pistol she had kept hidden in her bedroom, under the bed was in her backpack.

How did it get there she wonders?

But the dark haired teen immediately forgotten that question as she pulled it up slowly, before rising her sleepy body, as the pistol was heavy in her small hand.

"Who in the hell are you?" She asked. "And what are doing taking me away from my home?"

She aimed the nine millimeter semi automatic pistol at the back of the driver's head, as he almost jumped slightly at the dark haired teen's voice. He looked up at the rearview mirror to see her turquoise blue eyes narrowed at him. "Keep driving, so nobody won't get suspicious,"

"Eh, girl, what the hell you doin in the backseat?"

"I was just doing homework, homie, until I taken a nap," Blake replied. "And you don't know how I feel if something wakes me up from a cat nap. I get a little pissed off, like I want to hurt someone like you, who just might be doing a robbery and a kidnapping,"

"Look, I just work the fucking repos," the driver replied. "Your brother was behind on his payments,"

"My brother," Blake said confused. "Oh, you mean my fat ass of a cousin? Look here, I don't know who you are and you better keep your pretty eyes on the road, instead of keeping them on my face and my tater tots,"

Blake pulled up her earbuds, hoping that her iFruit phone was still connected. Once she had it in her hands, she called the one and only person who can get her out of this mess.

She waited as two rings went by until she heard his voice, before placing it on speakerphone.

"Why are you calling me from your room?"

"Because, I'm not in the bedroom, I have been kidnapped by someone who works for the repo and he's taken me and Jimmy's car towards it," Blake almost yelled at her iFruit phone, making sure Michael got the message.

"Chill, girl, I didn't know you was back there,"

"Shut up and keep driving," Blake yelled at him, pushing the barrel of the gun closer to the back of his skull. "This is my Uncle Michael on the phone and you wanna talk back to me?! Don't make me use this on you! I have used two bullets, do you want me to use two on you?"

"Dang, girl, chill,"

"Shit, ok, I'm on my way,"

Blake hanged up her iFruit phone as she noticed the car dealership. She pushed the gun closer to his skull once more. "Pull over right here. Stop the car,"

The driver did so as he placed the SUV in park, before raising his hands up. "Is that the place?"

"Yeah, girl,"

Blake waited for her Uncle Michael to show up, until she decided to talk once more. "You must be wonder why I have a gun, don't you?"

"Yeah,"

"Well, one day, I'll tell you my life story and maybe me, you, and my Uncle Michael will probably go out for a beer," she said it sarcastically.

Blake heard tires screeching from behind as she looked at the rearview mirror to see her uncle's Obey Tailgater stopping as he climbed out of the car and into the SUV's backseat with Blake. He pulled out his pistol of his very own and aimed it at him as well.

"Is this the guy?"

"Yeah," Blake replied, before lowering her pistol.

"Don't look around…" Michael demanded before looking at the car dealership place. He noticed a large window that was showing the inside of the place, until he talked once more to him.

"Drive into it. Right thought the fucking window, and fast,"

Blake looked at her uncle for a second. Doesn't he realized that she was still in the car with her 'kidnapper'?

"Wait, Uncle Michael, are you really cer-"

"Hush, Blake," Michael demanded his niece to be quiet as he kept his deadly stare at the driver. "Or I'll put two rounds in the back of your skull, and do it myself,"

"Man, you can't be for real? With her in it?" He mentioned about Blake's safety.

Does he care about her? Even though he was held at gunpoint by a sixteen year old girl.

"Do my niece and I look like a fucking joke to you?"

Blake was holding onto the seats as the driver was speeding at top speed while Michael complained for him to run though it.

"Oh shit!" Blake exclaimed.

"Ram it already!"

She covered her face as she heard glass shattering and shards nearly went pass her.

"Shitty situation, dog," He yelled, as he climbed out the car.

Michael came out the backseat as Blake stayed inside to regained her self.

Blake shaked her head to make sure it was alright. She regained her sight as she finally climbed out of the car, earning a few cuts from the glass shards.

"What a ride," she said amazed, shaking the glass shards out of her hair.

"I always trump for a job well done," Michael said, before giving the driver some cash. "Now, get out of here,"

"You motherfucker,"

As Blake climbed out of the backseat with her stuff, she was watching her Uncle Michael kicking some ass as she smiled at the fight in front of her, before she moved out of the way.

"Kick his ass, Uncle Michael!" Blake cheered. "Beat his ass till he looked cute,"

"Bottom feeder!" Michael hissed at him, before pushing him onto the SUV's window.

"Does this car looks like it cost five grand a month,"

"You fucking racist,"

Michael slammed him by using the front car door.

Blake was laughing as she kept watching. "Wow, uncle,"

Michael immediately put him in a head lock as Simeon was struggling to break free.

"Yeah, did he agree on having some punk breaking into my house and kidnapping my niece,"

Michael pushed him down onto the ground.

"Don't make me have to come back here," he warned him.

As he turned around Blake was looking at him, before she followed him outside of the car dealership.

As soon as Blake and Michael returned home, the dark haired teen can hear Tracey celebrating about Jimmy's SUV being taken. Somehow, Blake didn't care about right now. All she wanted was some peace and quiet away from the craziness, but now it turned out to be one strange adventure in the backseat of Jimmy's SUV.

She was definitely sure that she wasn't going to do that again.

As the sun was slowly going down over the De Santa's residents, Blake was outside by the pool, just sitting down by the patio table with the umbrella covering her from the warm sun. She had her guitar and drawing pad with her as she was drawing a new design on the blank paper.

Once she was almost finished with the small details, she can hear footsteps coming closer as she turned to her right to see her Uncle Michael walking towards her.

"Hey,"

Blake looked up at him, before looking back at her sketchbook.

"Hi,"

"How do you feel?"

"My head still hurts and I have like two glass shards, stuck up my ass, and I have to pull them out," Blake explained, once she placed her pencil down. "And it hurts like hell,"

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about that,"

She darkening the details before she can hear the scraping of the patio chair as Michael sat down next to her, looking at her drawing pad.

"You like to draw?"

Blake nodded. "Yeah, it sorta helps me, I'm just drawing this new tattoo design that I'm hoping to get soon,"

"What is it?"

"A butterfly that has my Dad's name on the bottom,"

Michael looked down at the drawing pad as Blake showed him the beautiful design. "You must be a natural at this,"

"Yeah, I am," Blake replied with a smile.

"Blake, there's something we need to talk about,"

Blake looked up at her Uncle Michael's deep blue eyes as she placed her drawing pad out to the side and pulled up her guitar onto her lap, playing a few notes. "What is it, Uncle?"

"It's about your actions today," Michael stated. "Whatever happens today, you keep to yourself,"

"If I can, my Mommy tells me the same thing, so she wouldn't hurt me," Blake said in disbelief.

"Wait, your Mom?" Michael asked confused. "What does your mother have to do with this?"

Blake's eyes widened as she relazied about what she almost said.

"I'm sorry," Blake was about to stand up with her guitar in one hand, until Michael grabbed her wrist.

Blake's eyes widened as she shakes her arm violently. "GET OFF ME, MOMMY!"

He immediately let go of his niece, as he noticed the shockness in her eyes. Blake's eyes softened as she realized that she wasn't back in North Yankton with her Mom. She was in Los Santos with her Uncle Michael.

"Blake, you alright?" Michael asked. "You seem kinda scared,"

Blake stood up once more as she placed her guitar on the patio table, walking towards the pool and looked down at her watery reflection. Michael stood up as he followed her and standing there on her left, until she taken a deep breath.

"I haven't told you the true story about what happened to me in the past ten years," Blake said before up at her uncle once more and looked down at her reflection in the pool, hoping that her warm tears will fall into the chlorine pool water.

"What happened, Blake,"

"Well… after when you've faked your death and everyone left me behind, I was… I was afraid that I was left in North Yankton to die. So, the first five years, they were alright with me and Mom and then when I was in middle school, she began to date this guy named James. They were dating for three years, until Mom's figure out that he was cheating,"

Blake turned away as she felt more hot tears coming out of her turquoise blue eyes. She can feel her mascara and eyeliner running down her cheeks. "Then… she did it the hard way… She… She killed him in front of me. She made me help her get rid of his body and ditched his car,"

"Jesus Christ, Blakesleigh..."

"Yeah, and then it was our neighbor. She was a nice lady that was so kind to me, but Mom's didn't like her, because she was nosey," Blake explained, with her fists balled up. "On the night she died, she made me dinner and I invited her into the house while Mommy was sleeping on the couch. She wanted me to spend the night with her, if there was something wrong. I agree and then Mommy had to get rid of her,"

"In the last two years, I was being used like a punching bag. She was drinking and taking drugs to help with her deep depression. I… I … I couldn't take it anymore, so I just snapped by hitting her, before I called for help. I ran towards my bed and I used the gun that my Daddy left behind for me to use, if something bad were to happen. But… I used it on her… I killed her,"

Blake covered her face. "My life has been a complete hell, Uncle Michael,"

Once Blake removed her hands to look back at her Uncle Michael. He was just standing there speechless and shocked. He listened to every detail of what happened to Blake's life back in Ludendorff.

She told him on the day he was reunited with Michael that she ran away from home and she didn't want to go back home, because her mother was kidnapped. So, Michael decided to be put in the witness protection program and to stay with her only family she has left.

Her goal was to escape being abused by her mother and reunited with her Uncle Michael and his family.

Blake's true goal was to find her Daddy, Carter Grant.

"I know I should have never told you nothing," Blake said backing away from Michael. "You probably think I'm a crazy teen with a gun that needs to be locked up,"

Blake ran away from her Uncle Michael as he called out her name once more, hoping that she would stop running away from, but she ended up running upstairs towards her bedroom, before closing the door. She slid her back against the door, as she covered her head up as she remembered that night all over again.

She can hear the gunshots.

She can hear her mother's screaming.

The helicopters.

The sound of barking police hounds.

The yelling of the police officers looking for her.

She couldn't take it anymore, so she gave out a loud scream that filled her bedroom.

Once she did that, she was wide-eyed for a second before covering her face. Tears were still falling from her face, as she stood up and landed her body face down on her queen sized bed, until she heard the knocking sound on her bedroom door.

"Go away," Her voice muffled through the pillows, until she heard the door opening, so she just laid there, not moving a single muscle. The person who entered her bedroom, closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Blake," It was her Uncle Michael's voice that echoed in her bedroom.

Blake started crying uncontrollably as her face was still planted on the pillows. "Uncle Mich-ael… am I… such a horrible... person?"

Michael couldn't take the crying of his niece. He loved his only niece no matter what she has done. He loved her like he loves his own kids. Blake was a part of his family, since his friend Carter appointed him as her uncle and so as Trevor and Brad.

So, he lifted up her small body and place her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her. His left hand was in her mid back length hair, while his other hand was resting on her back, rubbing it softly to make her calm down.

"It's ok, sweetheart," Michael said soothingly. "Blake, you're safe with me now,"

Blake stopped crying for a minute as she was surprised. This was the first time that she was being comfort in ten years.

Of course, her mother Macey would say 'i'm sorry or it's ok' if she hurt her or made her sad, but it still wasn't enough. Blake slowly wrapped her arms around him as she relaxed against his warm touch, until she felt something wet touched against her black hair.

Michael gave her a kiss.

He kissed her head as a showing that he cared about her, just like he did when she was young growing up in North Yankton. She remembered her Dad doing that her, but Michael was like a replacement of her Dad for now.

"Thank you,"

"Anytime, kiddo,"

Well, I did the best I can for the rest of the complications mission, since Blake held Franklin at gunpoint and so as Michael. I added two comforting scenes with Michael and Blake, because I thought it was very sweet since Blake needed a father figure like him, before finding her real father.

There will be more of the story coming soon and more on Blake's past, if I can think of another scene, since this was supposed to be the last scene about her arrival here from Ludendorff.