It was a normal sunny day at the De Santa household.

Michael was definitely in the living room area as he was watching TV, while smoking a cigarette. Amanda was in the kitchen, preparing dinner for tonight of course. Jimmy was upstairs in his room playing Righteous Slaughter Seven online. Tracey was out for the day on a shopping spree with her own friends.

But what about Blake De Santa?

Where was she on this sunny afternoon?

The doorbell was heard ringing through the house as Michael turned his head to face the hallway where the front door was.

"Michael, can you get that?" Amanda asked.

Michael groaned and sighed, before putting out his cigarette. "Okay, Amanda, I'll get it,"

He stood up from the couch, since he was already comfortable enough. He didn't wanna stand up and walk. As he walk towards the front doors he can hear a garbling police radio, before opening the door to see a Los Santos police officer along with Blake, Max, and Lunch.

"Good afternoon sir," The police officer greeted. "Are you Michael De Santa,"

"Yeah, that's me,"

"Michael, who is that?" Amanda asked, while walking towards the front foyer of the house. Michael moved out of her way to show the police officer and the three girls, not looking at the adults inside the house.

Amanda looked at the girls, before speaking once more. "Blake, Max, and Lunch, are you three alright?"

She turned her head to face the officer. "Officer, what happened,"

"What the fuck you girls do?" Michael asked. "Blakesleigh De Santa, you better have an answer for this,"

"Nothin'," Blake gritted through her teeth . "I didn't do anything,"

"Sir, Ma'am," the police officer stepped in. "I caught these girls doing forty in a thirty five speeding limit,"

He pointed to Blake. "This one was driving with an Class M license,"

He pointed to Max. "This one wasn't wearing a seatbelt in the backseat,"

And he lastly pointed to Lunch. "And this one had marijuana in her possession without a Los Santos marijuana license, with an expired registration for her vehicle, and an open beer in the car,"

"Listen, officer," Michael got his attention. "I ain't the one to tell you how you're supposed to do your job. She ain't my kid, but ain't the one with the pink streaks should be cuffed,"

"Just let me do my job, Mr. De Santa," The officer stated. "And you may handle Miss. De Santa by yourself. I'm going to let Blake off with a warning but if I see her driving around with Miss. Haines, she will be staying overnight in jail at our station or you may post bail for her,"

Blake walked towards her aunt and uncle, before turning around to face the officer. "What about Max and Lunch,"

"You worried about Max and Lunch, while there's a police officer right in front of you and also have an aunt and uncle who are very fuckin' pissed right now, Blakesleigh Victoria De Santa" Michael asked.

"Blake, you get in the house right now,"

"I fuckin' hate you both!" Blake screamed, as she ran into the house, climbing up the stairs to her bedroom, before slamming the door shut.

"I'm going to let you go now and handle your business with Blake," the officer announced. "I'm going to take Max home to her mother and as for you Miss. Haines. I have an order from your father, Steve Haines to put you in jail overnight for your actions,"

Lunch scoffed. "Whatever, pig, let's go,"

Max hit the back of Lunch's head as she cover the back of her head when she was in pain. "That's for being a dumbass,"

"Keep that up and you'll be staying in jail overnight too, Miss Sterling,"

"Are we...home yet?" Blake asked.

Blake was still coughing in the back of Franklin's Bravado Buffalo as she was still crying. Her facial cheeks wear red as they were burning. She already has a fever already when Michael touch her forehead and cheeks.

Michael and Franklin were starting to get worried about her as she keep coughing violently.

They remember Blake jumping into the water of the LS Port, after escaping Merryweather who were boarded on the ship to guard containers. Michael did not get sick from being under the cold water, but Blake somehow is getting hotter and hotter by the minute. Whatever it is, Blake had to be at home immediately.

Once they arrived back at the house, Michael and Franklin got out of the car and walk towards the back seat to get Blake out of the car. She was crawling out of the car as she landed on the cobblestone driveway.

Michael was suddenly rubbing her back as she kept coughing violently until she tried to covered her mouth. She threw up a white milky substance as it got on her hand and onto the driveway.

After when she threw up, her body gave up as she fell onto the ground looking up at the sun. Michael and Franklin calling her name so many times as her sky blue eyes were slowly closing.

Blake was unconscious in a matter of seconds.

An ambulance arrived at the De Santa house, as they put Blake onto the stretcher and an oxygen mask over her face. Michael climbed into the ambulance to be next to Blake's side, as Franklin got into his Bravado Buffalo and followed them to Mount Zonah Medical Center.

Over two hours has passed, as Michael and Franklin were waiting on the news from the doctor about Blake's medical condition.

Michael never realized that Blake was still having medical problems at this age. He thought that this has passed ever since he left her home behind in North Yankton, but she was still having problems at her age.

Michael was pacing the hallway floor as he waited for the doctor's return with the news.

He remembered when Blake opened her eyes before entering the emergency section of the hospital, calling out his name with her hand sticking out towards him. He wanted to be there to hold her hand, letting her know that everything will be alright.

Blake was alone.

But she was a true fighter.

Franklin on the other hand was still worried about his girlfriend. He was sitting down in one of the chairs facing Blake's hospital room.

"Michael, I know you're worried about her, but you need to chill, she'll be okay, I promise,"

"Don't tell me how to calm the fuck down!" Michael hissed. "My only niece is in the room, fighting for her life, because of my carelessness of not taking her to the hospital in the first place,"

The doors to the emergency section opened as Trevor ran towards Michael and Franklin.

"Where is she?" Trevor asked.

"What are you doing here, T," Michael asked walking towards him.

"I heard Blake's in hospital from your son that worships you,"

"Get out!" Michael hissed at Trevor. "Leave me and Blake alone,"

"Why the fuck should I?" Trevor asked. "She's my fuckin' niece too, sugartits,"

"Yeah, because you don't care about her and you ain't gonna care about her," Michael hissed. "Every time when Blake is around you, the crazy begins.

"Me? You're calling me crazy, you fat snake?!"

"Yeah, I remember one time when Blake was only six months and you fed her beer, instead of the baby formula, Macey and Carter left out for her to have and yet you done it again when she was three years old, still using a sippy cup,"

"Macey and Carter," Trevor said confused. "Is that cunt and pussy still alive?"

"Hey, chill dog, this a hospital!" Franklin stepped between them.

"Stay outta of this, Frank," Michael moved Franklin out his away.

"Yeah, C is alive and he's here in Los Santos with me and his son," Michael explained.

"Oh yeah, but where is he, so I can give him something that I wanted from him after ten fuckin' years," Trevor asked.

"I don't know where the fuck he is," Michael replied. "And I don't fuckin' care about C now. Me and him ain't seen each other in over two years,"

Oh, what did Blake ever do you in your fuckin' life," Trevor asked. "When Blake arrived, why you didn't give up the fuckin' brat when she always caused trouble in your life, like your fuckin' family that you always ignored,"

"She's needed a family to love her," Michael replied. "You ain't gonna understand how much she went through in the past ten years without us, or even without that so called Dad of hers,"

"So, where is that fuckin' pussy named Carter Grant or whatever the hell he's called here?!"

"Mr. De Santa,"

"What?" He swiftly turned around to face the doctor who was holding a clipboard in her arms.

Black rimmed glasses was on the bridge of her nose. Her blonde hair was up in tight ponytail, as was were hospital scrubs with a bleached white hospital coat.

His eyes widened to who he hissed to. "Oh, doc,"

"You might want to take that outside of here," the doctor stated. "This is a hospital and also a family matter, so is he family to Blakesleigh,"

"Yes, I fuckin' am," Trevor moved Michael out of his way, as he was examining the doctor in front him.

"Don't mind him, doc," Michael said.

"Always such a cockblocker, you fat snake,"

"Anyway, how is she?" Michael asked, ignoring Trevor's remark.

"Well, she's recovering fine, but she's was one of the lucky ones," the female doctor stated. "For young teen like her to have asthma-,"

"Whoa, whoa, wait, doc," Michael had to stop the doctor from speaking. She looked up at his midnight blue eyes with her black rimmed glasses, before the ex-criminal spoke to her. "Asthma? She's asthmatic, but she has gym class and music class and she has this,"

"Well, for Blake's condition she is able to attend gym classes and music class with the type of lungs she was born with," the female doctor explained. "Is just her being in cold conditions. Like being in the rain for too long, snow or even cold water, can cause her to have a fever at first, then difficulty breathing,"

"Is she goin' to be alright?" Franklin finally asked.

"Once her fever has gone down and breathing normally again, we can release her,"

Michael, Franklin, and Trevor was relieved once they heard that.

Blake was going to be all right. But he has to be in the room with her, letting her know that she is never alone. The female doctor escorted him into the room, but there was a problem. She immediately stopped Franklin and Trevor from coming into the room with Michael.

"Mr. De Santa, I know that this are your friends and he's Blake's uncle, but they gonna have to come back another time if they want to see her, during visiting hours,"

"Alright man," Franklin said. "Call me when she's better,"

"Okay, Frank," Michael bumped his fist against Franklin's before he left the hospital.

"Let me know as well, amigo," Trevor said, before leaving the hospital as well.

As the female doctor closed the door to Blake's hospital room, she watched as Michael walked towards the right side of the hospital bed. He was amazed of she was still breathing with a nasal cannula in her nose. She was hooked up to a heart monitor for the doctors to check on her breathing and heartbeat.

Her beautiful sky blue eyes were closed as she had a warm but wet white wash cloth covering her forehead to keep from getting ill once again.

He sat down on the right side of her bed as he kept his midnight blue eyes staring at her. Her head was leaning to her right where Michael was when she felt him shifting onto the bed. Her left arm was placed across her stomach, as she felt the IV in her arm pinched. She winced at the sudden pain before relaxing.

"Blake, why does it had to be you," Michael asked her sleeping form as he run his long fingers through her raven colored hair. Her long black locks were splattered against the pillows to sleeping on, as Michael fixed them back into place.

"Mr. De Santa, may ask you some questions?" The female doctor asked. "This is about Blake's health,"

"Sure, doc,"

He stood up from the bed, as he walked towards the doctor. She still had her clipboard close to her, as she pulled out a blue ink pen to write down the new information.

"Has Blakesleigh has this serious medical problem before?"

Blake open her eyes slightly, as realize she was back at home in North Yankton.

She was laying down on the couch having a warm blanket wrapped around her as she was coughing. A warm but wet towel was placed on her forehead as Carter was holding her right hand.

Blake coughed twice. "Daddy,"

"It's alright, Ladybug," Carter soothed his daughter. "Everything will be alright. You just been in the snow for too long,"

"I'm cold,"

"I know," Carter said, before placing a kiss on her right cheek to make her feel better. "I know, baby girl, I'm sorry to hear,"

"How she's holding up, C," Michael asked.

Carter stood up from the floor and turned around to face him. "She'll survive, she just needs to stay out of the snow after being out with Tracey and Jimmy for too long,"

"Is Blake going to okay, Uncle Carter?" Tracey asked.

"She'll be fine, Tracey, and she will be at our house again to play once she feels better," Michael replied for his daughter.

"Okay, Daddy," Tracey smiled once she heard about Blake feeling better soon.

"I don't know how Macey will find out about this," Carter explained. "My son had asthma for short while as a baby, but he became better. Maybe it's 'cause Blake was born a preemie and she was born here in our house in the cold, instead of a warm hospital crib,"

Blake closed back her eyes and listen in on the conversation that Michael was having with the doctor.

"Yeah, she had a minor setback when she was just a kid, but she was able to recover on her own," Michael explained. "Her father knew how to deal with asthma since it happened before in his life,"

"Okay…" the doctor replied as she wrote down notes for Blake's clipboard. "Alright, one more question… We have found high levels of Topamax in her system ,"

Michael was confused. "Topamax, no, that can't be Blake, she ain't popping pills in my house,"

"Well according to the clipboard, it's says that Blake has been taking Topamax. And it is used for a bipolar disorder to help prevent seizures or manic episodes . How long has she been taken them or even how long she had this?"

"Aww, crap, I didn't remember that," Michael said covering his face, before looking back at the doctor. "When Blake was five years old, she had a manic episode at a daycare once, so her parents decided to take her to the doctor to figure out what was wrong. And she was diagnosed with it. The doctor wanted her to take pills in order to keep her mood stabilized. She's been taking them for whatever how the hell long, and me and my wife forgot to ask about her conditions,"

"Thank you for answering my questions, Mr. De Santa, but Blake is too old to be taking Topamax," The female doctor thanked him. "It is now used to prevent chronic migraines. I'm going to prescribe her with a different type of pills, that might be able to help her,"

"Alright, thanks doc for your help,"

The doctor left a room without another word, leaving Michael along with his niece. Once he sat back down on the right side of the bed, he noticed Blake moving as she moaned softly. His index finger was touching her soft cheek, as she finally open her sky blue eyes to look at her uncle.

Michael was smiling on her as she woke up

"Hey, sweetheart," he greeted softly.

"Hey," Blake greeted him back, as her throat was dry.

Michael reach towards the nightstand to grab a cup of water that had a straw in it. He placed the pink straw into Blake's waiting mouth, as she started slurping softy, hearing gulps going down her throat.

"I had a bad dream," Blake said softly.

"Wanna talk about it?" Michael asked, before placing the cup back on the nightstand.

"I'm not sure," Blake said, not so sure. "But it was a nightmare that came true,"

"I'm here," he grabbed her hand gently before rubbing the back of it with his thumb. "You can tell anything, sweetie,"

Blake gave out a small laugh. "I remember you calling me that when I was very young, back in North Yankton…"

Blake had a tear running down her left eye. "Before everything changed,"

Blake waited and waited for her Daddy to return from his big bank heist.

He promised her that he will be back, before kissing her goodnight and getting ready for their new life together. But somehow, he didn't return that night, which left Blake crying in her sleep. She never liked it when people lied to her, or even hurt her feelings. Like when Tracey was fighting over Blake's Bun-Bun plushie, pulling the poor things arms off.

The next cold but wintery morning came,as Blake felt someone shaking her to be awake. She opened her eyes slightly, to see her Mommy, Macey Rose who had her beautiful strawberry red hair cascading down her shoulders.

"Morning, Mommy," Blake sounded depressed.

"Aww, what's wrong, baby,"

"I want my Daddy,"

Macey picked her daughter as she held her. Her daughter's chin was on her left shoulder as she rubbed her back in a soothing way. She walked out of her daughter's bedroom and into the kitchen area to make her a bowl of strawberry and cream oatmeal.

As she placed her daughter down, she about to crush her bipolar disorder pills and place them into her oatmeal. She heard knocking sound at the door. Her chocolate brown eyes looked up at the door as she picked up her daughter, and held her close.

"Who is it?" Macey asked.

"North Yankton Police,"

Macey walk towards the door slowly and she opened it to see two police officers.

"Excuse me ma'am, are you Macey Rose?"

"Yeah, that's me, how can I help you both this morning?"

"Mommy, who are they?"

"We're the police, little lady," one of the officers replied to Blake. "Mind if we come in?"

"Yeah, please, make yourself at home,"

The two police officers walked inside the trailer house, as Macey held onto her daughter close.

"Ma'am I think it's best if you sit down and take your daughter into her bedroom,"

"No, I want to know what's going on, you can tell it in front of me and my daughter," Macey said, as Blake was now playing with her strawberry red locks, still keeping a depressing look on her face.

"Alright, Miss. Rose, do you know a Carter Grant?"

"That's my fiancee,"

"Daddy?" Blake's sky blue eyes lit up as she heard her Daddy's name.

The police officers look at each other, before one of them sigh and spoken up once again.

"Miss. Rose, when was the last time you seen Carter Grant,"

"He was here yesterday, when he kissed Blake goodbye and me as well, around eleven, because… he had a job interview, and I haven't seen him since,"

"Macey Rose, Carter Grant was involving a bank heist along with three other men named Michael Townley, Trevor Philips, and Brad Snider," the one of the police officer explained. "Two of them died. One of them escaped and the others in the hospital jail. And the two that died are Michael Townley and… your fiancee…"

Macey's chocolate brown eyes widened.

Blake was staring at the police. "I want Daddy,"

"I'm sorry, but Carter Grant is dead,"

Macey couldn't believe what the police officers said to her about her fiance. He didn't survive the bank robbery just like the other ones he did with his friends. He promised her that this was his last bank job, before planning the wedding and taking care of his new life with Macey and his little ladybug.

She falling on her knees, holding onto her daughter close to her. Once Blake's small feet touch the floor, she left her mother's grasp and she cried her chocolate brown eyes out. Blake look confused at her mother's crying as she looked up at one of the police officers. One of them was comforting her mother, while the other one got on his knees to talk to Blake.

"Where's Daddy?" Blake asked. "I want my Daddy?"

"I'm sorry, princess," the officer said placing his large hand over her small right shoulder. "Daddy's gone forever. He's never coming back. He's in a better place and it's called heaven,"

Now Blake's sky blue eyes were streaming with tears, as she wrapped her arms around the police officer. He started patting her back, as she cried in his arms.

"I want Daddy!" Blake cried. "Daddy!"

"I didn't understand death back then, since I was only six years old when you and Daddy faked your deaths," Blake explained. "But I'm glad that you're alive, I didn't know about you being dead, until the funeral. When I was there looking at your grave and my Daddy's grave, I saw someone looking at me, like he knows me,"

"Was it Uncle T?"

"No, somehow I didn't speak to him or even said hello, he must have understand the pain I was going through, since… somehow I wasn't crying at the funeral. After when it ended, I made two long flower necklaces around yours and daddy's grave letting you know I still love you," Blake explained about what happened on the day of Michael and Carter's funeral.

"After when I did that, I saw a man looking at me. He was looking at me from a distance. Like he knew me. I stared at him and he stared at me back, until I started walking towards him. He started running away when I started walking towards him so I ran after him, until my Mom caught me and I lost him,"

"He might be a stranger, Blake," Michael stated, just to cover his own tracks. "You gotta be more careful,"

"I know, but somehow I had that funny that he knew me," Blake said, before letting of her uncle's handa and grabbed onto his arm, wrapping her arms around it. Blake had to readjusting her arms until she got comfortable.

"Sorry, I really needed more than that," Blake rested her head on his arm. Michael chuckled before placing a kiss on the top of her raven black hair with many colors in it.

"Uncle Michael,"

"Yeah, sweetie,"

"I might not remember this, but... was I mad at you or Tracey and Aunt Amanda, before you left me behind in North Yankton,"

Michael remember what happened the day before the final heist.

The girls were fighting over a toy until they both ripped it apart. Blake ended up crying in front of Michael, Tracey, and Amanda, before she change her attitude right in front of them by being angry. She bit Tracey's right arm as she started crying as well. When Michael and Amanda was about to punish her, Blake happened to do the same to them, before escaping their trailer home, calling out to her parents.

"No," Michael rejected. "But everything's in the past now, Blake. What matters is you're here with me, where it's safe, away from the cold snow and your mother's in the ground,"

"Yeah…" Blake wasn't sure about her mother, Macey being dead. "I know, but I'll never give up on finding my Daddy. I hope he'll be happy to see me, once I find him,"

"He will be, Blake," Michael agreed. "Carter will be happy to see you after ten long years,"

"I hope so too, Uncle M," Blake's eyes began to slowly closed as she slept while holding onto Michael's left arm, until her grip slowly loosen.

Michael readjust his niece back on the bed, as he moved more of her raven locks with colorful streaks out of her face.

As he looked down at Blake's angelic face, he can tell that his niece had her mother's face while she slept. And as he searched for anything that she has belongs to Carter, her so called real father he couldn't tell. Carter had dark brown chocolate hair with green emerald eyes. His own son even looks like him, but Blake that is a whole different story.

No matter what they look like, they're still a family.

So, I decided to put up three memories that Blake remember from her life. One was a Los Santos memory. And two of them was North Yankton memories.

Michael will have his share of memories from North Yankton that involves his family, Trevor, Carter, Macey, Brad, and Blake in the beginning of chappies. The next North Yankton memory will be about the day before the final heist, so everyone will have a glimpse of what happened on that day with Blake, Tracey, Michael, and Amanda.

So many secrets to learn, Michael explained that Carter Grant has a son, but Blake doesn't even remember him or his name. Will we learned about this mystery son soon?

And to let everyone know, RedRose85 has created a story called Black Velvet and includes my characters from the story. Please go check it out if you can, it is so awesome!