A/N~In this chappie, you will see more of Blake's dark side and also learning more about herself! Peace, Love, and Grand Theft Auto V!

Blake was somehow not okay.

Her left eye was twitching. Her head was doing the same. Her hands were balled up fists. Her walking speed was somehow slow like a killer, ready to stalk on her prey.

When she walked out of her bedroom, she bumped into Tracey, making her dropped her iFruit phone.

"Watch where you're goin' bitch," Blake hissed at her.

As she climbed down the stairs, she mumbled a low laugh while she thought about Tracey dropping her iFruit phone. Once she reached to the bottom of the stairs, she noticed Amanda walking towards her.

"Oh, there you are," Amanda said. Blake wasn't looking at her. "I haven't seen you in a while, but dinner will be ready soon,"

"Well, I'm hungry, now!"

Blake walked away from her as she walked into the living room area to see Michael watching TV on the couch, smoking a cigarette.

He hasn't noticed her yet, as he was about to put out his cigarette in the ashtray. When he was about to put it out, he noticed his ashtray was missing. He looked to see Blake holding it in her hands, before threw it against the wall, breaking into pieces with the ashes.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" Michael hissed at her, standing up from the couch with his cigarette between his long fingers.

Blake started breathing in and out heavily as she kept her fists balled up at him. She finally looked up at his steel blue eyes filled with anger, until her eyes soften.

Then she realized what she done.

She didn't know what to say to him after showing her anger out on him.

She made a beeline to outside where the pool was as it was raining during the evening.

Michael looked confused for a minute, until his wife got his attention.

"What is the matter with her, Michael?" Amanda asked.

"I don't know, but this ain't like her,"

They watched her as she was standing outside in the rain hugging herself, proving that she was freezing. Blake stood out in the rain, feeling the cold rain drop hitting her pale skin, until she heard the sound of the doors opening behind her. Then she heard an umbrella going up, as she kept her stare down on her black high tops.

When she realized that the rain wasn't hitting her pale skin anymore. She turned around to see Michael and Amanda under the umbrella together.

They looked like a happy but loving couple, just like Blake heard from stories and even on TV shows.

"You alright, Blake?" Michael asked.

"We were worried about you," Amanda said.

"I'm… I'm… fine," Blake finally replied, not looking at them.

"I just had a bad day," Blake lied to cover up her medical condition. "I'm sorry,"

She moved closer to them, making sure the rain wasn't touching her skin, as she was escorted back into the house.

Blake was sitting down at a table outside of the academy's cafeteria, as she was staring down at a bottle of Topamax. She only had these pills for about three months and she haven't used them. The bottle was half way full as Blake looked down at the yellow see through bottle. She decided to try and take two pills, before she had another mood problem.

Suddenly, she heard the whistle blow, as she groaned before placing the pills back into the bottle.

Monday afternoon was here and Blake was outside with her gym class as the class had to jog from Rockford Hills Academy to East Vinewood which is a long journey from where they're starting. The class was dressed gym appropriate for this special jog. Girls were dressed in a white top and black jogging shorts. Boys were wearing a white or black t-shirts and jogging shorts as well.

As they started their jog, Blake was listening to Caffeine by Casey Lee Williams ft. Lamar Hall, until it reached halfway to the song as she heard her iFruit phone ringing through her earbuds.

She lifted up her iFruit phone as she continues her jog to see that Steve Haines was calling her at the moment. She pressed ignore and texted him that she was busy at the moment, before playing her music.

"Hey," Blake heard someone calling her as she turned around to see Max and Lunch behind her.

The dark haired teen slowed down for them to catch up with her, until she started jogging along with them.

"Ah, shit… I hate… running… I fuckin' hate it," Lunch complained.

"C'mon, it's good for you," Max said. "Besides, it will keep your mind off the drugs,"

"Oh, that reminds me," Lunch said, before reaching to her left ear and pulled out a freshly rolled up weed joint.

She placed it into her mouth with her teeth, holding onto it, before she started searching for her pink lighter. She couldn't find it, so she went into Blake's pocket, almost frisking the dark haired teen legs and butt.

"Hey, girl, what is your problem?" Blake retorted, before pulling out one of her earbuds. Lunch had finally found Blake's purple lighter, as it dropped onto the concrete sidewalk.

The girls stopped their jogging, as Blake went back to grabbed it, before someone picked it up for her.

"You drop this?" A boy who was sounded like her age asked, as Blake's turquoise blue eyes looked up at him.

"Oh, shit," Lunch said, before her weed joint fallen out her mouth once again.

"No way," Max said, amazed. "It's him,"

Blake was staring at the face of boy who was taller than her. Her height was to his shoulders. He had jet black hair, but it looks like he dye it. He had green but mesmerising eyes. He had a black lip ring on his bottom lip on the left side.

As they stood back up, Blake grabbed her purple lighter before his hand was touching hers.

Blake was blushing. "Yeah, it's mine,"

"I never seen you round here," he said. "Do you go here?"

"Of course, I do," Blake replied. "I only been here for six months, but I started school five months ago,"

"Oh, really, that's cool," he said. "And your hair is like… very colorful,"

Blake grabbed her ponytail from behind and run her fingers through it. "Really, you think so? My uncle didn't like, but my other uncle did,"

"I…" Lunch stepped in between Blake and the older teen. "Did her hair,"

"Well, that's nice," he looked at Lunch and then back to Blake. "I really love the pink, blue, and purple color. I would get my hair into the color blue with my black hair, but my old man is holding me down, especially my pregnant stepmother,"

"Wow, you and me both," Blake said amazed, before she stopped messing with her ponytail.

"Hey, by the way, I'm Ethan," He introduced himself. "Ethan Missildine, what's yours?"

"I'm Lunch, it's nice to meet you!" She said, pushing Blake out of the way.

"Not you, pinky," Ethan hissed, pushing Lunch out of his way. "The one with the colorful ponytail,"

"How fuckin' rude!" Lunch hissed.

Max grabbed Lunch's two side ponytails as she was crying out in pain.

"I'm-"

Suddenly, they heard a car horn coming towards them, Blake and Ethan looked to see a black Obey Tailgater stopping next to them as they looked at the car.

"Aww, man," Blake walked towards it and open the passenger side door.

"Hey, there you are," Michael said, holding onto the steering wheel, before looking at Ethan as the dark haired boy ran off.

"What are you doin' here? I'm in the middle of my class,"

"This ain't no gym class to me,"

Blake showed Michael the jogging students as they were having conversations, listening to music, or slowing down to catch their breath.

"Are you trying to stalk me and…"

Blake turned around to see that Ethan Missildine was already gone, but Max and Lunch were still there. She haven't gotten the chance to tell him her name, or even ask what grade he was in.

Blake moaned softly before looking back at her uncle.

"No, I came by, because we're needed again,"

"For what?"

"Just get in the car and I'll explain on the way,"

"But I still have school,"

Michael pulled out Blake's backpack from the backseat of his car, and place it into the passenger side seat.

"Alright, alright, I'm goin'," Blake finally said, before facing her friends. "If you see Ethan, please tell him that I want to see him, again,"

Max and Lunch nodded before Blake climbed into the car, and Michael drove off with his niece.

He explained that Steve Haines wanted him, Blake, and Trevor to be at this warehouse in Dutch London. Of course, Michael told her that Steve was calling her to make sure that she was needed once again.

Once they arrived, Blake was in the backseats of Michael's Obey Tailgater as she was changing into something more decent for to wear. She kept her white tank top on, but replace her gym shorts with blue jean skirt and her favorite black leggings with the white crosses on them.

As her black high top covered feet touched the ground, she climbed out of the car, before she almost got ran over by Trevor's Canis Bodhi, until Michael capturing Blake's fallen body.

"Watch the fuck out, Pork chop!" Trevor hissed.

"I almost saw the light!" Blake whined in Michael's arms.

Trevor climbed out his off road vehicle to see Blake in Michael's arms.

"Aww, shit, Blake, you alright?" Trevor asked, before Blake stood back up slowly. She looked around the area, then she looked at Trevor before kneeing him in the fronts. He covered his fronts with his hands, as his knees touched the ground.

"That's for scaring me," Blake hissed. "I nearly shit myself,"

Trevor slowly stood back, looking at Blake and Michael.

"The fuck is wrong with you," Michael hissed. "Blake nearly got killed once again, because of your carelessness, T,"

"I got abandonment issues, I see a shrink once a week," Trevor replied, after he regain his posture once Blake kneed him.

Blake walked away as she flipped the middle finger along with Michael.

"Ah, you know what, fuck you," Michael said, doing the same thing with his niece as he and Trevor followed her into the warehouse.

As they walked into the warehouse, Blake noticed Steve Haines and Dave Norton here, but whoever Lunch's soon to be stepfather was talking too, she didn't recognize him.

"Oh ladies," Steve said holding out his arms for Blake.

"Hello, again," Blake was about to hugged Steve, until Michael pulled her back.

"What?" Blake asked.

"Stay close to me,"

"You are too overprotective, Uncle M," Blake ignored him and hugged Steve instead.

"God, you're a fuckin' pervert, hugging my niece like that," Trevor hissed.

"Uncle T," Blake retorted, after hugging Steve Haines.

She opened her water bottle as she started drinking and listening.

"You know what, he reminded me of one of those guys you see advertising pills for middle aged men that can't get erections," Trevor explained.

Once Blake heard that, she spit out her drink from her water bottle, onto the cold warehouse floor. She started coughing as Michael patted her back.

"Hey, Devin Weston is a very good friend of mine so why don't you watch your tongue? Cause let me tell you something: that guy has more tails than a… a tail catcher!"

"Wait, wait, Steve," Blake walked towards him. "Was that joke made out of paper?"

"No, why?"

"Because, it was tearable," Blake and Steve said together, before they laughed at the funny pun they said.

Blake followed Steve, as they left the three men alone. She helped him lifted a door up and Steve disappeared into the darkness of the room and pulled out the same guy from the IAA building.

"Blakesleigh, get the tape," Steve told her.

"Uh… sure,"

"Keep that sick bastard away from me,"

"No, no. Ferdinand, he's gone, he gone. I've got some new friends here now," Steve told him, as the guy was put down in a chair.

"This is Michael, that young lady is Blake, and this is… Trevor," Dave introduced.

"Now our friend here, he claims that he doesn't know anything," Dave continued.

"I don't," the guy said quickly. "I don't know anything. I don't know…" he trailed off as Blake tapped his feet while Steve tapped his hands.

"You know about the Azerbaijanis,"

"Huh?"

"Azerbaijanis, fool!" Blake yelled. "Don't make him repeat himself!"

"Love your spirit, Blakesleigh," Steve said, as he bent over and pick up a jerry can, shaking it to make the water inside sloshed. "And you're a fuckin' spy,"

"No, no, no, no, no, I'm not spies,"

"And those asswipes at the Agency know this," Steve went on. "So, I need to know what did you tell them and what did they tell you?"

"The house in Rockford Hills," he said slowly as he looked at Blake and then to Steve. "The man who owns it, he works at the consulate. That's all I know,"

"That's it?" Steve asked.

The guy nodded.

"You two are going to make him speak," Steve said to Trevor and Blake. "You two are gonna drive up to Rockford Hills and when we find out which man is the man with the problem and you put him down,"

"Uh," Blake raised her hand. "Can I go with Uncle M and Davey? Cause I don't feel comfortable round Uncle T here?"

"You just fuckin' saying that cause you spend more time with Pork chop than your Uncle T,"

"Aww, bite me," Michael said.

"No, I'm not," Blake hissed. "I have reasons and rights, Uncle T,"

"Oh, no," Steve replied. "You're staying here, because I can use you. You were involved in that school fight against that teacher along with Lynnette. So, I like to see do some work on our guy here,"

Blake sighed before rolling her eyes. "Fine, I'll stay,"

"No, keep that girl away from me," the guy pleaded, as Blake cracked her knuckles in front of him, before cracking her neck.

"You know haven't hurt anyone in a long time, you know," Blake stated. "So, don't piss me off,"

As Blake and the others waited on the news, the dark haired teen was away from the three men as she pulled out two of her pills from her blue jeans skirt pocket. She stares at them intentionally, before turning her head around to see Trevor and Haines still waiting.

She was about to put them in her mouth, before Steve called her back and she accidentally dropped them onto the floor, making her lose them.

"God damnit!" Blake hissed quietly.

"Turns out that was the wrong Azerbaijani," Steve stated. "We need a new address from Mr. K. Choose your instruments and go to work on him,"

Trevor was looking at the instruments, until Steve stopped him. "Ladies, first,"

"So, where should we start," Blake looked at the instruments, before her eyes widened.

"No! Mommy, no! I'm sorry!"

She immediately shakes her head to break her out of her horrible past, as she grabbed the red but heavy wrench.

"You know, I ended up beating the douchebag teacher with the bat, because the class hated him for being a complete asswipe!"

"Really?" Mr. K asked. "Oh god! Isn't there a small one?"

Blake started to pace in front of him, before swinging the wrench behind her. "Ball breaker!"

She swung the wrench hitting him in his fronts. Mr. K was yelling out in pain, as there was a blood stain appearing though his pants.

"I hope you were on your period when I hit you, girly balls," Blake asked, before dropping the wrench.

Steve walked over and crouched down in front of Mr. K.

"Miss. De Santa, ask him about Tahir Javan,"

"Why didn't you ask me?" Mr. K asked.

"Shut up!" Blake hissed, before slapping him in his face. "And tell us about him!"

"I… I know Tahir, I did his home theater. He lives in Chumash. The right on the Western Highway,"

"Now how hard was that?" Steve asked. "The little lady didn't have to hurt you too much," he pulled out his iFruit phone. "He lives in Chumash. The Western Highway,"

Blake's right eye started to twitch as Trevor took noticed. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine,"

"Okay, whatever, Blake," Trevor said turning away.

Several minutes later, Blake was talking to Steve as Trevor kept his eyes on his youngest niece while the FIB agent was smiling and agreeing with the dark haired teen, until Steve's iFruit phone began to ring.

"Yeah… I'll take care of it," He lowered his phone and turned to Trevor. "Loosen him up,"

Trevor picked up the pliers, as he turned to face Blake walking towards him.

"Hold his jaw, nice and wide open," Trevor told Blake as she nodded. She stood behind Mr. K as she opened his jaw.

"No, no, not the pliers," Mr. K pleaded. "I just got them lasered!"

"Aw, shut the fuck up!" Trevor hissed, before shoving them into his mouth and gripped onto his bottom front tooth. Mr. K was groaning in pain, as Blake held him still, not looking at the next torture scene. A crunching noise was made and Trevor had a tooth pulled out from his mouth.

"You ain't gonna be eating steak for a while now," Trevor stated, before dropping the pliers along with his tooth.

"Dat 'urts ooh much," he mumbled.

Blake stood in front of him on her knees. "It will be my turn again, if you kindly tell Mr. Steve who were looking for,"

"This guy were after, what does he look like?"

"Average build, average height. Middle aged,"

"Yeah, sounds like you're stalling," Steve said, before lifting up his iFruit phone. "Middle aged, middle height, middle built whatever. He's dark, okay? He's Azerbaijani for God's sakes,"

Steve walked back towards them.

"Hmm, I think you're stalling once again," Blake said.

"Shit, shit I-I… let me think. I remember…"

Steve imitated a buzzing noise. "Sorry, too late. Blakesleigh, show our contestant what he's won today!"

"Got it!" Blake agreed.

She went over to the cart as she picked up the jumper cables. She went over to Mr. K with an evil smirk on her face as she sparked them together. Before she placed them on his nipples, her sky blue eyes widened as she noticed someone else who was in that chair beside Mr. K.

It was her.

She was strapped to a chair down in the basement of her house, she shared with her mother. She had duct tape covering her mouth as tears were streaming down her cheeks. Macey was in front of her as she was smoking a cigarette in front of her, before walking towards her.

"Blake, my little black rose," Macey started talking to her. "I have told you so many times to stay out of trouble and what do you do?"

She removed the duct tape from her mouth, making Blake screamed out in pain.

"Mommy, I'm sorry, I promise I'll be a good little girl, I promise,"

"Sorry, ain't gonna cut it, baby," Macey replied, after blowing smoke in her face, making her cough. "Maybe, you need to be taught a lesson,"

"No, Mommy, no!"

Macey had her cigarette between her fingers as she removed one of a wrist from the duct tape with the scissors. She turned her wrist around to see her pale skin.

"This is going to hurt me, more than it hurts you,"

"No, anything but that!"

Macey tortured her daughter with a burning cigarette on her skin three times as she screamed out in agony. More tears were falling out of her eyes as she had her hands balled up.

Blake dropped the jumper cables as she fallen on her knees. Trevor was behind her, as heard his niece crying out softy. Steve was looking at the girl too, as he had his iFruit phone still on talking to Dave.

"I gotta get out of here," Blake cried softy, as she bolted towards the door.

"Blake, wait!" Trevor said.

Once Blake made it outside, she ran away from the warehouse, leaving Steve and Trevor alone with their torture victim. As she ran away from the warehouse she begin to start walking, hugging her own arms. She heard her iFruit phone ringing as she looked at the screen to see that Steve was calling her. So, she pressed ignored.

Next couple of seconds, Trevor was calling her. She did the same thing.

And then Michael was calling her and yet again she pressed ignore.

She decides to call for a cab to come take her home back in Rockford Hills. Once she made it back home she locked herself in her room hugging her knees as she cried.

Blake had a dark side from her past.

She was the victim and her mother, Macey Rose was the torturer.

She remember her mother giving her bruises by hitting her, pushing her, and grabbing her. Even making her bleed with a box cutter knife. And also burned her daughter's skin on her arms with a cigarette.

As she remembers her tortured past, her head started to twitch again while she stood up from her bed and walked downstairs, towards the living room area.

She noticed a picture of her and her new family her in Los Santos. Michael, Amanda, Tracey, and Jimmy were all in the picture along with her. She grabbed it gently as the picture frame dropped to the ground out of her shaking hands.

Once she stepped on the glass, she taking the picture into her own hands, having small cuts and blood on her small fingers. She stares at the smiling family in the picture, before she noticed Michael's blue lighter right next to his new ashtray. She grab a lighter and take both the picture and lighter with her to the kitchen area. She stood in front of the trash can, before she light up the blue lighter and burned the picture slowly.

As the picture was in flames slowly in her fingers, she watch the picture burned while keeping an emotionless face.

"I promise to be a good girl no matter what," Blake promised evilly, while looking at the picture slowly burning between her fingers. "Nobody won't stand in the way of my happiness. Nobody won't take me away from my Uncle Michael, Uncle Trevor, my boyfriend Franklin, and my friends…"

Suddenly the door opened to the house, as Blake was snapped out of her dark side and dumped the last remains of the burning picture into the trash can.

"Blake!" Michael called out her name.

"Uncle Michael!" Blake cried, as she ran out of the kitchen area, covering her crying face with her bleeding fingers.

Michael noticed Blake running towards him, as the dark haired teen stood in front of him. He grabbed her wrists gently, to see her blood on her fingers and face.

"Oh, Christ, Blake," Michael stares at her bleeding fingers, before leading her to the kitchen sink to clean off her fingers in warm water. He grabbed a paper towel and started cleaning off her wet hands, still seeing blood coming out her small cuts.

He finally wipe her face off, before speaking to her once more. "I knew I never shouldn't left you with your Uncle T and Haines,"

"I got so scared!" Blake cried, as she looked at his midnight blue eyes. "And Uncle T was hurting him too much and… and I ran!"

"Blake, it's alright," Michael soothed the dark haired teen. "I'm here, Blake, calm down,"

Blake was still crying uncontrollably as Michael was hugging her close to him.

"Don't leave me alone… Please, Uncle Michael, please!" Blake begged.

"I ain't gonna leave ya," Michael replied, rubbing her back. "I'm sorry you have to see that, kiddo,"

As Michael kept hugging her, Blake look down her hands and arms. She notice the fainted cigarette burns, as they were pink on her skin, but she remembered putting on burn cream ointment on them, once her mother came back to reality.

Macey Rose was schizophrenic. Having only two different personalities. One was the torture and abusive side, which came along with her deep depression. And two was the sweet and caring mother who can ever love.

Blake was diagnosed with something too. It wasn't her mother's schizophrenia. At the tender age of five years old, she was diagnosed with a bipolar disorder which was very rare in a young child's life.

Michael doesn't remember Blake having this type of disorder, not even Amanda since it was so long ago.

Blake ignore taking her pills. And let her survive her bipolar disorder alone without any medication.

She was heading down a horrible road if she doesn't take her pills, but she rather risk it in order to have a perfect life here, instead of being in jail or locked up in a insane asylum.

So, that how Blake ended up being bad! She had a bipolar disorder, instead of her mother's schizophrenia. And you even read a scene of Blake being tortured by her mother. Are we going to see more of Blake's bad side and maybe she could be having… suicidal thoughts?

What do you think of Ethan Missildine? Is he going to be Blake's new friend or maybe something else more than a friend? We'll be seeing more of him in this story. And Michael was staring at the boy and scaring him off like that. What an overprotective uncle he is! :-P