A/N~Guess what? We have Baby Blake memories added to the story! These are usually Michael, Trevor, and Carter memories of the dark haired teen. Hope you all enjoy the cuteness of Blake! ;)
Carter was sitting down on the hardwood floor of his trailer home as he was keeping a close eye on his baby girl. Blake was only five months as she saying little words and also clapping her small hands. She was in her baby jumperoo, that her daddy bought for her so she wouldn't say bored on the floor, lying down on her tummy.
Blake was leaning to her left as she was laying her small head on the cushiony part of the jumperoo like a pillow. Her small hands were underneath her head, as her teal colored eyes were slowly dropping.
"Aww, are you sleepy, ladybug?" Carter asked, while her index finger touched Blake's cheek and then her raven colored hair.
Blake cooed softly as she kept her sleepy stare at her Daddy. Until Macey walked towards them, before looking at her sleepy daughter.
"I bet you she won't be sleepy for long," Macey suggested.
"Why you say that, baby?" Carter stood up from the hardwood floor.
"Cause her favorite uncles Michael and Trevor are on their way as we speak,"
Carter turn his head to the right to look at the clock and it was almost 3 o'clock. Which remind him that he had to go pick up his son from daycare. "Oh yeah, I really forgot about our son,"
"Carter Grant, you love Blake so much you forgotten all about your son?" Macey asked, with a giggle.
"I love her. She's my baby girl," Carter confessed. "I love my son too, but I do care about them so much,"
A knock was heard at the door, as they can hear Michael and Trevor arguing outside of the Grant's trailer home. All three of them turned their heads towards the door, as Carter opened the door to let them in.
As soon as Blake notice her two uncles, she immediately change out of her sleeping mood into her happy mood while she jumped up and down in her baby jumperoo.
She was giggling happily as Michael lifted up his niece.
"Hey, Blakie Bear," Michael greeted, before placing a kiss on her cheek. Blake turned her teal colored eyes towards Trevor as she giggled happily for him.
"Aww, let me hold her," Trevor said, before taking her into his own. He lifted her up as she giggled happily, before he was face to face with her. She was cupping his cheek as she licked his nose, as a sign for a kiss.
"We won't be gone that long it will only take thirty minutes," Macey said to them. Carter has already put on his black coat, as he had fiancée's purple coat for her to put on. "She was just sleeping just a minute ago, so if she falls asleep-"
"Don't worry, Macey, we're on top of it," Michael said, before grabbing a pink bunny rabbit plushie that was on the floor next to them.
Without another word, Macey followed her fiancée outside . When Michael turned around to face Trevor, Blake was already asleep in his arms. Her small hands were holding onto his hair as he was slowly removing her hands. They slowly walked towards Blake and Carter son's room, as Trevor gently place the baby inside of her crib. Michael place her soft pink bunny rabbit plushie, next to the baby as her small right hand grabbed onto it, before placing one of the rabbit's ears into her mouth, sucking on it like a pacifier.
"She's so precious, ain't she, T?" Michael asked while he kept his stare at his niece.
"She sure is, I hope she won't cause use any trouble when she gets older," Trevor said.
"Yeah, I hope she won't too, T," Michael replied.
"My name is Blakesleigh Victoria De Santa. I'm soon to be seventeen years old. I have a father named Carter Grant and a mother named Macey Rose. I live in Los Santos for almost seven months, but I live in Ludendorff all my life…" Blake mumbled underneath her breath as she was in Trevor's uncoordinated trailer home in Sandy Shores.
She was in the bedroom shaking and rocking herself back and forth hugging her knees to her chest. Her hair was all over the place as it was splattered against the bedspread. Her eyes were looking at the front of the bed, as she can only hear herself and also Michael and Trevor in the other room, having a conversation.
So far, Blake and the others have been hiding in Sandy Shores for about a week now as they were in hiding. Trevor has kidnapped Madrazo's wife, as she was their hostage.
Michael had called Blake's school, Rockford Hills Academy and told them that the dark haired teen that she won't be able to attend school for a while. Instead of any illness, he told them that his family had a family emergency.
Blake had a fucked up week so far.
The first day…
Blake woke up feeling something crawling on her chest, as she opened her slightly. Her left eye was looking to see that Michael was not in the bed with her, until both her eyes were set on her chest. There was something truly crawling on her chest. Her eyes widened as she noticed a lizard on her chest, just laying on her tater tot chest.
The reptile only stick out his tongue once, as Blake stares at it.
Five minutes went by, Blake came out the bedroom to greet everyone in the living room/kitchen area.
"Morning, sugar lips," Trevor greeted while having his beer in his hand. "You look sexy in one of my shirts,"
Blake looked down at her attire to see that she was only wearing Trevor's dirty white shirts as a nightshirt, but she had blue jean shorts underneath it all.
"You alright, Blake?" Michael asked walking towards him, before the dark haired teen hold up left hand to make him stop walking.
"To let you know," Blake finally starting talking, before she showed the lizard, by holding it but it's tail. "I just woke up this morning, and I found this sitting on my chest,"
"What is that?" Michael asked.
"A dead lizard?" Trevor asked.
"It's dead now,"
Her second morning of her being Sandy Shores was horrible as well.
This time, she decided to sleep outside in Trevor's Canis Bodhi in the back of his truck. She had a blanket covering her her body as she was shivering the cold night of the desert.
While she was outside, she heard something in the back of the truck as she noticed a small rat running towards her. She was about to scream out for help, until a large bird swooped down grabbed the rat by it's sharp claws, almost attacking Blake at the same time.
When it was the next morning, she covered her head over the hot sun as she tries her best to go back to sleep. Until she heard something banging in her ears, as she jumped up into the air, with her feet walking around the back of his truck.
"Rise and shine, Blake!" Trevor said out loud. "Rise and shine!"
Blake looked to see Trevor with a pot and metal spoon as she was breathing heavily. He was banging it repeatedly, as it immediately woke her up, nearly making her pee on herself.
She picked up her iFruit phone to check the time.
"Uncle T!" Blake screamed. "Are you fuckin' cray cray? It's eight o'clock in the morning!"
"Blake, you just woke up," Trevor said, pinching his nose.
Blake cover her mouth partially to smell her morning breath.
The third day, Trevor made Blake work at the meth lab, since Michael wasn't having a very close eye on her.
Working under chemicals and learning how to make a fresh batch of meth really irritated Blake the fuck out. While Trevor and his buddy, Chef taught her how to make it, she fucked up her first batch as it exploded right in front of her and it made her long black hair all frizzy. When they return home from the meth lab, Blake immediately fallen onto Trevor's dirty floor of his trailer home as Michael taken her until his arms.
He was extremely pissed at his friend of how he dragged their niece to a meth lab to work, which could tarnish her reputation at her school and even her own health.
The fourth day came by and this time it was another fucking weird morning as well.
Blake was back to sleeping in Trevor's uncoordinated bed, as Michael was sleeping next to her hoping that she wasn't going to be sleeping outside in the cold desert.
When the next morning came by, she was very close to Michael's chest as she can smell his masculine scent through her nose.
She decided to move back to the left side of the bed where she always slept until she felt someone else in the bed along with them. She opened her eyes to see Trevor under the covers. Her teal colored widened as she screamed at the top of her lungs and started jumping onto the mattress waking up Michael and Trevor.
"The fuck wrong with you, Blake?" Trevor asked, waking up.
Michael slowly open his midnight blue eyes to see Trevor on the left side of the bed as Blake was still having her feet on the bed looking at her uncle on the left.
"T, what the fuck you doin' to Blake,"
"I swear I feel something touching my butt!"
Michael remove the covers to see Trevor only in his white briefs and a ice pack covering his privates.
"What is this bullshit you trying to pull onto Blake?!" Michael asked angrily as he stumbled out of the bed as well.
"Uncle T! The fuck! I ain't like that!" Blake yelled, pointing to the ice pack.
Trevor tried to cover his privates through his white briefs as he tried to cover it up with the ice pack. "I pulled a fuckin' muscle,"
"Pull a fuckin' muscle, you ain't," Michael said in disbelief.
"I ain't gonna take this," Trevor stood up in the bed still covering his privates with the ice pack. "I'm gonna into the living room!"
"Fine! Go in the living room with Patricia!" Blake hissed. "I don't fuckin' care!"
On the fifth day in Sandy Shores, Trevor decided to make dinner for Michael, Blake, and Patricia. Somehow, dinner was very unusual. Michael and Blake had a bad feeling that Trevor was going to cook up something wrong and make them sick which it did happen.
Trevor made a bowl of a mystery meat as Blake was the first person to eat it, since she was so hungry. Once she taken that very first bite of Trevor's cooking, she immediately drop her spoon onto the dirty floor and started coughing it up until she threw up the first time.
"I'm gone!" Blake announce covering her mouth, as she ran outside. "That took my bite!"
After when she finished throwing up on the floor, she immediately ran outside to run some water through her mouth with the water hose. Patricia went go help and comfort the dark haired teen, as they stayed outside leaving the two men alone in the trailer home.
Trevor decided to taste his food as well as he ate a couple of bites of it. "I know it ain't that bad,"
As he tries to swallow it, he walked towards the sink and spit it out. Once he spit it out he turned to face Michael who was still sitting on the couch. "Okay, I guess I'll try-"
Trevor immediately cover his mouth and threw up in the sink once he turned around away from facing Michael.
"That was the nastiest shit I ever tasted!" Blake announced, while still using a water hose to wash her mouth out hoping to get the taste out of her mouth.
"I ain't eating this shit, T!" Michael announced as well.
And today, Blake wasn't hygienic enough. She has skipped her showers ever since she was out here in the desert.
Still wearing her Uncle T's white shirt, she was sitting down on the couch hugging her knees close to her chest until Michael smell something strange in the air. He was sniffing it up in the air as he turned his attention to Blake who was still wearing Trevor's musty white shirt with blue jean shorts and her black combat boots.
"Raise your arms up," Michael told Blake as she raise the left arm up.
He took a quick sniff as he can smell the musk from Trevor shirt and also Blake's armpit as well.
"You're going to tell me I smell like ass," Blake asked.
"Cause, you do smell like ass," Michael said, covering his nose. "Blake you've been wearing your Uncle T's shirt for the longest and you haven't gotten a shower in a while,"
"You know what I think you should do, Blake," Trevor said.
"What, Uncle T?"
"That you need to wash the ass off of you," Trevor suggested. "You're a girl, you're supposed to be sweet smelling,"
"Well, clean the fuckin' shower then!" Blake stood up, hissing at Trevor. "It's got that dead animal inside, which you kill since I had a bad bladder, when I first arrived here,"
This was the most fucked up week ever in Blake's history.
This was worse than Blake with being abused by her mother.
But to make matters worse, Blake has not taken her bipolar depression pills in a whole week. Michael and Trevor were noticing how Blake was acting during the past week. She was more tired. She was more angry. And she was less talkative to them. She stay cooped up in Trevor's bedroom, hoping that Trevor will take Patricia back to Madrazo and end this stupid hostage situation.
Now Blake was sitting on the bed, looking through her black backpack that she used to take with her to school hoping that she can find something in it.
Michael walking into the bedroom, as Blake was not shaking a rocking herself on the bed this time she was still facing the front of the bed just being quiet and not talking to herself.
"Blake, you alright?" Michael asked.
Michael can hear Blake chewing on something as she was not listening to him. He can hear a wrapper unwrapping as he moved a little bit closer to her.
"Blake?"
Blake turn her head swiftly to face him as she barked at him, like an angry hound. Her face was covered up with a brown substance on her mouth.
"Blake, the hell are you eating?"
In her left hand, there was extra large unwrapped chocolate bar as Blake was eating it.
"Blake, gimme that," Michael asked. "Hand over the chocolate!"
"No!" Blake hissed. "It's mine!"
"What?"
"My backpack! My chocolate! My shit!"
"You're being fuckin' rude to me, Blakesleigh Victoria,"
"Oh yeah," Blake stood up from the bed, still having the chocolate in her hand. "You still want it?"
Blake stick her tongue out and started licking the chocolate bar, claiming that the sweet chocolate goodness is hers.
Michael was beyond pissed.
He wanted something good that he can eat. Now Blake his own niece was eating something right in front of him which they could have shared together. But instead he had to do it the hard way, by taking it out of her hands.
He immediately climb onto the bed as he and Blake was fighting for it, as the dark haired teen ran out of the bedroom and into the living room/kitchen area where she almost pushed Patricia on the floor while she was cleaning up the small trailer home. Blake was on the other side of the house where the table and the small TV was while Michael kept his distance away from her hoping that she will calm down.
He just remember something. He did not see Blake take any of her pills right in front of him in a while. So, he thinks that Blake is going through a mania attack and that's why she wasn't going to share the chocolate with him. Because if she had her feelings stabilized she would have shared the chocolate and be a nicer niece. Michael walk back into the bedroom to grab her backpack to see if her pills were still in there. He only grabbed two tablets before he walked back into the living room/kitchen area to see Blake still chewing on the chocolate bar.
Her teal blue eyes narrowed towards the ex-criminal, until Trevor walked into his home the right moment.
"The hell goin' on here?" Trevor asked. "Pork chop, Blake what are you doin',"
"He's stealing my shit!" Blake hissed, while pointing at Michael.
"T, she has chocolate in her hands, and she's acting like this 'cause she hasn't taken her pills in a whole week,"
"He only wants my chocolate!" Blake said, covering her chocolate bar. "Make him go away!"
"Okay," Trevor agreed sarcastically. "Michael, go away,"
"Goddamn it, T, you're fuckin' useless,"
Trevor walked towards Blake as she held onto the large chocolate bar in her hands before taking another bite of it.
Once Trevor was by his niece's side protecting her from Michael, Blake was about to take another bite of the chocolate bar until Trevor's hand grabbed onto her wrist, surprising her.
"Gimme that!"
"Ahhhh!" Blake screamed.
Michael immediately ran towards the two, as Blake was fighting for her life and also for her chocolate bar.
Trevor finally taken it out of her hands as she was jumping up and down for it while he had it in the air away from her.
As she kept on trying to reach for the chocolate bar screaming profanities at her uncle Trevor, Michael immediately grabbed Blake from behind and pushed her down on the floor before placing two of the pills into her mouth.
She spit them out as they hit the side of Trevor's cheek.
Trevor gave the chocolate bar to Patricia, as he immediately push Blake onto the floor, while holding onto her wrists. Michael grabbed two more pills from out of her bottle and made her swallow it.
"Come on, swallow it, Blake," Michael said.
Michael was pinching her nose while holding her head back, until he heard a big gulping noise meaning that Blake has swallowed the pills.
Blake had her eyes closed as she felt the pills going down her throat and into her stomach. Once Michael removed his fingers from her nose and Trevor stop holding Blake onto floor, they waited for a few seconds for the dark hair teen to respond.
Her blue eyes snapped open as she lunges towards her Uncle Trevor knocking him onto the floor as well. She grabs onto his shirt as she slams his head against it the floor, until she started throwing the first punch at his face breaking his nose.
She grabbed onto his shirt once again.
"I want my fuckin' chocolate!"
Trevor tries to push her off as she kept her legs gripped onto the sides of his stomach.
"Chocolate!"
"Blake, calm the hell down," Michael grabbed his niece from behind as he slowly pulled her away from Trevor.
As Trevor stood up from the floor, Blake elbowed Michael in the stomach while lunges towards Trevor once again. She punched him in the stomach as she started punching his face once again breaking his jaw and giving him a black eye.
Once her anger was finished out on him, she had no other choice but to leave this place once and for all. She grabbed her black backpack and her iFruit phone from the bed as she made a run for it leaving Michael and Trevor behind.
Once she made it outside, she screamed out so loud hoping that everyone can hear her anger cry. She noticed a guy on a dirt bike, so she immediately punch the guy in the face for him to get off the bike.
"Blake, I'm gonna kicked your little ass when I get my hands on you!" Trevor hissed, as he walked out of trailer home.
Blake abandoned the dirt bike, as she ran back to the home, grabbing a metal pipe that was underneath Trevor's Canis Bodhi and immediately smacked his face with it, knocking him out in the process.
When she dropped the metal pipe, she ran and climbed back onto the dirt bike and drove off.
As she drives out of the desert, away from Trevor's trailer home, she can hear her iFruit phone ringing while she pulled it out and answer it without looking at the caller ID.
"What?"
"Blake where are you goin'?" Michael asked her on the other line. "Come back,"
"No, I can't take it," Blake cried, before pulling over. She turned around as she can see the trailer home, from a distance. "Living this dry up desert place and also sleeping in a trailer home, reminds me of who I used to be back in Ludendorff,"
"Blake, Martin is gonna be looking for you as well," Michael stated. "You must come back, so I can keep an eye on you,"
"Why do you keep saying that?!" Blake asked. "You're not my Daddy. My Daddy always says that to me, when he cares about me. When I looked at you and Trevor, I'm always around craziness. You and him even took my candy!"
Michael can hear Blake sobbing on the other line, as the dark haired teen was gripping onto the phone, before looking back at the screen. She was looking at the picture of her and her Uncle Michael on the caller ID. She was about to tap the screen to end the call, before she heard Michael's voice calling for her once again.
"Just tell me that you'll be somewhere safe, if you leave here,"
"I will," Blake replied. "I'm staying at a friend's house,"
"Which friend, Blake?"
Blake thought about it. Where was she going to stay for the time being ? She thought about her friends, Max and Lunch. Their families can let Blake sleep over, but she doesn't want to be a burden and have them involved into her world of craziness.
"Blake, you still there?"
"Yeah,"
"Who are you stay with?"
"Maxie J's house…" Blake lied. "Her mother lets me stay over many times, whenever I need to be alone,"
"Okay, but make sure you stay safe and don't let them get involved," Michael said on the other line.
"I won't, Uncle Michael," Blake sobbed. "I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings,"
"I'm alright," Michael replied. "It's you I'm worried about...Blake… I love you, sweetie,"
Blake was choking on her cries as she held the phone in the palm of her hand. Her thumb was hovering over the screen where the end call was. She didn't say another word, but ended the call.
The dark haired teen place her iFruit phone in the back pocket of her short pants, and climbed onto the bike, as she drove away from the desert back into the sunny city of Los Santos.
Franklin was just sitting at the table on his computer, eating chips after having a long day of working for this FIB contact named Devin Weston that Haines recommend. He had his phone next to him as it started ringing. He looked at his phone to see Blake on the caller ID, showing a picture of him and her together as a couple. He lifted the phone up to his ear, once he answers it.
"Hey, baby,"
"Frankie…" Blake was still crying on the other line, before Franklin can hear his girlfriend fallen down and dropping her phone onto the concrete,
"Blake… baby?" Franklin called her once more, before he can hear the line disconnected.
He stood up from the chair, before he called her back once more. He can hear a phone ringing at the front door, as he started running towards the door, hoping that he can find her.
Once he opened the door, he can hear a soft moan underneath him. He noticed Blake passed out at his front door while her iFruit phone was still ringing. He ended the call, as he carried his girlfriend into his home, before closing the front door.
So, Blake has finally escape from Sandy Shores and she made it to Franklin's house! I wonder what is going to happen to them in the next chappie of Sweet and Deadly?
Blake had finally had her fight with her Uncle Trevor! She won that round, by knocking him out with a metal pipe. Will Michael be able to see his only niece again, after what has happened? Or will she be in trouble once again?