In the cold snowy night of Ludendorff at the Grant-Rose trailer home, Baby Blake was sleeping in her crib as she had a warm blanket covering herself. Her pink bunny rabbit plushie named Bun-Bun and a brown fuzzy teddy bear with a blue bow tied around it's neck was in the corner of her crib.

As she was moving her head side to side, she started crying. She was having a nightmare, which trigger her to start crying. Flipping over to her stomach, she stood up slowly before grabbing onto the bars of her crib.

"Sissy, what's wrong?" Her brother asked her, before he grabbed his step stool. He stood upon it, as he picked up his crying baby sister.

He hugged her lovingly, before he stepped down, hearing the door to their bedroom opened to see that their Uncle Michael heard the crying coming from Blake.

"What's the matter with your sister," Michael asked, standing on his knees.

He was looking at Carter's son who was his nephew and then to his niece.

"Mama… Daddy…" Baby Blake called out, as she kept crying.

"She had a bad dream, Uncle Mikey," Carter's son replied. "Where's Mommy and Daddy?"

"They're gone for the night," Michael replied. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you both,"

He taken Baby Blake into his arms as she was still wailing. Her head was resting over her uncle's left shoulder, as her small arm was around it.

Michael was quietly shushing the crying baby, while holding her, before sitting down on his nephew's bed. Her crying slowly stop, as she recognizes Michael's familiar voice. Her sea green eyes opened , as she looked up to see her Uncle Mikey.

"Blakie Bear, what's wrong?" Michael asked. "Did you had a nightmare?"

Blake rested her head over his shoulder once more, before Michael kissed her black curls.

"It's okay, sweetie, Uncle Mikey's here,"

Blake hugged her Uncle Michael, as they were standing outside of Trevor's trailer home in Sandy Shores.

Michael was delighted to see his only niece after only a couple days. He thought the worse when she wasn't taking good care of herself, if she was left alone in the city of Los Santos. But he was hugging her and he felt much better, knowing that she was alright and well, after her meltdown.

"I missed you, sweetie," Michael said softly.

When they let go, Blake was looking back him with a confused look on her face.

"What?" Michael asked.

Blake giggled, before speaking. "What happened to Blakie Bear?"

Michael chuckled before hugging her once more, placing a kiss over her front bangs.

"I appreciated it, Frank, for bringing Blake with you," Michael thanked him. "I wanna make sure she's alright, and not hurt,"

"No problem, homie,"

"Yeah, Uncle Michael, he even checked on me too,"

"That's cause I ask for Franklin's help, Blake,"

"Well, look who came back out here,"

Everyone looked to see Trevor coming out his trailer home with an ice pack over his balding head.

"Mikey's fuckin' little monster,"

"T, don't start," Michael warned him.

Trevor walked towards them, as he was having a hard time getting himself together after when Blake knocked him out with a metal pipe.

"Hey, T, how you been," Franklin asked.

"Look who's here too, Michael's son,"

"Enough, T,"

Blake walked towards him slowly. She only reached hallway, once his scary brown eyes were staring at her very soul.

"How's your head?" Blake finally asked.

"Oh, it's great," Trevor replied, sarcastically. He removed the ice pack to show the huge knot on his forehead.

"Damn!" Blake said amazed.

"Aw, man," Franklin said, amazed as well.

"Put it back on, T," Michael told him.

Once Trevor did, he looked at his niece's face after opening back his brown eyes. He noticed something on the left side of her neck.

"What is that on your neck?" Trevor asked.

"What?" Blake asked confused. "What's on my neck?"

Blake started touching the sides of her neck, as Franklin and Michael moved closer to examining her.

"Quit fuckin' dodging the question," Trevor retorted. "Why is there a hickey on your neck?"

Blake's eyes widened as she covered the left side of her neck. "Uh… cause it's a mosquito bite. Me, Maxie J and her little sister, Holly J were outside and somehow we gotten bites,"

"Oh really?" Trevor asked.

"Yeah, so it's tryna go down. Maxie J forget to put makeup on it, since it was that worse the next morning,"

"That mosquito must've been hungry for you and your friend," Michael joked.

Blake giggled before removing her hand.

"Yeah, I asked the same question, dog," Franklin stated, trying to cover up the fact that he gave his girlfriend that while she was having her first time with him.

"Yeah, he even asked too," Blake pointed to him, before she started changing the topic. "So, you're ready to go, Uncle M?"

"Yeah, I'll be in the car," Michael said, before walking off. Blake stopped him, as she ran towards the passenger side of Franklin's Bravado Buffalo. She opened the door and grabbed the plate of the 'special brownies' that Lunch made.

"I made you something, Uncle T," Blake stood in front of Trevor as he looked down at the wrapped plate of brownies. "It's a special tray of my 'special brownies',"

"How come you made brownies for him," Michael asked. "A few days ago, you hated him and knocked him out with a metal pipe,"

"Oh shut the fuck up, you fat snake," Trevor hissed, taking the plate into his hand. "Blake made them for me, since he loves her Uncle T,"

"Yeah, I really do," she replied with a smirk, still looking at the plate of brownies.

Blake hugged her Uncle Trevor as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I hope you enjoy them. I made them with extra love,"

"Oh, if you see your little friend, Lunch," Trevor handed her back the brownies as he grabbed a small baggie of his meth and gave it to the dark haired teen. "Tell her that Uncle T make the best meth ever,"

"I will," Blake said, slowly while looking at the bag.

When she left him, Blake started walking back towards the car as she climbed into backseat of Franklin's Bravado Buffalo.

Trevor waved to them goodbye, as Franklin droved off and they were on their way back to Los Santos.

When the car started moving, Blake taking out her iFruit phone and started dialing Lunch's number. She waited as she heard two rings before her friend answers the phone.

"How's everything?"

"We're still cleaning. You just got there?"

"Yes and now we're on our way back,"

"Already?! For fucks sakes, can you distract them?" Lunch asked.

"I'll see what can I do,"

As Blake hanged up the phone, she looked down at Chop who was resting his head over on her lap.

Until she had a plan in her mind to stall for more time.

"Frankie, I think Chop has to go,"

"What?" Franklin asked. "You serious right now?"

"Yeah, he got that disgusting look on his face,"

Michael turn his head to look at the dog's face. Chop look like he was relaxed resting his head on top of Blake's lap.

"He's seems alright to me,"

Blake had to distract him somehow by pulling over the car. So, she pulled on her iFruit phone and went into online to find fart noises.

"I'm super cereal, right now," Blake exclaimed. "He looked like he gonna do number two in the car,"

"Why you say that?" Franklin asked.

"Cause, I fed him cherry flavored licorice and some cheese puffs a minute ago," Blake lied.

Blake pressed play on her phone screen with the volume loud.

The three of them heard the fart noises, as they all groaned in disgust.

Franklin immediately pulled his car over, as Blake was the first one out of the backseat covering her face. Michael was next as he did the same thing. Franklin came out last, before Chop followed his owner as well.

As they watched Chop wandering around the desert hoping that he will control himself, Blake pulled out her phone and text her friends saying that she got her uncle and her boyfriend distracted, but she doesn't know for how long.

She turned around to see Franklin checking the backseat of his Bravado Buffalo, before he called them back saying that they can hit the road.

Blake groaned in defeat, as she rolled her eyes and climbed back into the car with Chop climbing in as well. Franklin closed the door to the backseat, before climbing back into the driver's side with Michael in the front passenger side with him.

"Blake, seriously, don't ever feed a dog that again," Michael warned.

"I won't," Blake promised. "You should be thanking God that Chop didn't do number two in the backseat,"

As they arrive back into the city, Blake texted her friend saying they were getting close to the house. When they arrive in Rockford Hills, she didn't receive a text message back from either Lunch or Max.

That made her worried.

As they were pulling up on Eclipse Boulevard, Blake immediately started typing another text to them.

'SOS! Get out the house now! We're pulling up on the street!' she inserted a guy running and a up sign, before sending the text message.

Once they made it into the driveway of Michael's house, Blake was the first person to get out.

"Oh, it's so great to be home," Michael announced, climbing out the car.

"I hear you, dog," Franklin replied, getting Chop out of the backseat.

He was following Blake, until she blocked both of the front doors.

"Blake what are you doin'," Michael asked.

"Uh, nothing Uncle Michael," Blake replied, still having her arms stretched out. "Listen, you wouldn't kill me if something bad happened to the house, right? After the whole firecracker and dynamite explosion in the garage?"

Michael suddenly realized something. "What did you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"The fuck you done to my house, Blakesleigh," Michael asked the question once more, before he pushed his niece out of the way and he was finally in the house. Franklin followed him as well, with Chop tailing behind his owner. Blake was the last person to come inside the house before she closed the doors.

As she walked slowly, she looked around the house to see that everything was clean. The living room was spotless and even the portraits of her aunt and her cousins were shining with no spray paint marks on them. Not even a cheese ball or crumbs were on the hardwood floor and Michael's ashtray and blue lighter with still in place.

When she walked into the kitchen to where her uncle and boyfriend were, she felt her phone vibrate as she took it out of her back pocket and look at the text that was on glowing screen.

It was a text message from Max.

'We cleaned the whole house, but one prob… We're still in the house,'

"Damn it," Blake sweared quietly, before typing.

'Where r u exactly?'

'I'm upstairs in your bedroom. Idk where Lunchables is?'

Blake placed her phone back in her back pocket, as she walked into the kitchen to see Michael grabbing himself a glass from the cabinet. He was about to grab his favorite and expensive whiskey bottle from the cabinet as well, until he realized something was wrong.

"Who the fuck drank my whiskey?" Michael hissed.

"What's wrong, homie," Franklin asked.

"Someone drunk my damn whiskey,"

He narrowed his eyes towards Blake.

"Uh…" Blake didn't know how to reply. "I can explain,"

"Oh, I wanna hear it, Blake," Michael said, placing the empty bottle of whiskey onto the middle counter. "I wanna hear every last word. We have water. We have orange juice. Hell, we even had wine. You decide to drink my whiskey once again, Blakesleigh?!"

Blake felt her phone vibrate once again as it was another text message from Max.

'If ur wondering what happened to the whiskey bottle. Lunch accidentally spilled it and got my dog drunk. If you hear him barking up a storm, let me know,'

'The other bottle is in the refrigerator,'

"Cause, you don't remember," Blake lied. "You drink it all up after when Amanda left you. So, I remember that we went to Junes to go food shopping, and you brought another whiskey bottle just in case,"

Blake walked towards the refrigerator and open it. She grabbed the other whiskey bottle by its neck and place it on the countertop.

"Oh, my mistake," Michael apologize to his niece. "Sorry about that, kiddo,"

"It happens,"

As Blake looked at her uncle Michael for a second, she notice that the cabinet on the bottom part was slowly opening.

It revealed Lunch who was looking out to make sure that it was safe for her to leave. Once Blake notice her, she immediately ran and slammed the door on her face. Franklin also noticed Lunch as well, when Blake slammed the cabinet door.

"Owie, B," Lunch complained.

"What was that?" Michael asked, once he heard Lunch's voice.

"Nothing,"

Once Michael turned away from Blake, she mouthed to Franklin to not say anything about Lunch hiding.

He nodded, before he heard a dog barking loudly in the upstairs part of the house. Blake recognize who was barking loudly upstairs. It was Max's dog Zen-Zen, as he gotten Franklin and Michael's attention.

"Was that Chop, F?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, it might be him,"

"Or it might be… Jimmy," Blake said slowly.

"Jim's here?" Michael asked, looking at his niece.

"Maybe," Blake lied.

As Michael left the kitchen, Franklin looked back at Blake.

"What's going on, babe,"

"Distract my Uncle Michael, so my friends can get out the house," Blake said, before opening the cabinet door to show Lunch.

"Hey, Frankie," Lunch waved to him.

Franklin agreed before he followed Michael. He was right behind him as he was climbing up the stairs and walked towards Jimmy's bedroom. When he opened his bedroom, it was still a mess as usual but his son was nowhere to be seen.

Somehow, he can hear the humming of his video game system on with the green light still on. So, Michael walked towards it and turned it off, before heard the barking noise of Chop, as he was behind Franklin.

"There you are, Chop," Franklin announced, before he heard the door across from Jimmy's room opening. Max was slowly sneaking out of Blake's bedroom with her dog Zen-Zen tailing behind, until it caught Chop's attention when he started barking at the smaller dog.

Zen-Zen started barking loudly at him too, as it caught Michael's attention and he noticed Max leaving the bedroom.

"Max," Michael walked towards her. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Mr. DS," Max greeted embarrassingly, before picking up her small dog. "Uh, I'm here 'cause Blake had my french notes from class…"

Back downstairs , Blake was having a hard time getting Lunch out of the cabinet as she was pulling her out, until she came out of the cabinet, fallen onto the floor.

"You get out through the backyard," Blake said, while standing up.

"Wait, I'm missing something," Lunch stated, standing up as well.

"You'll get it later," Blake replied, before pulling her towards the dining room area and Lunch finally left.

She heard Michael and Franklin coming down the stairs, with Max and the dogs Zen-Zen and Chop. Walking towards them, she started cool and acted surprised about Max still being here.

"Maxie J and Zen-Zen," Blake said surprised. "What'cha doing here?"

"I'm here to get my notes," Max lied.

"So, did you get them?" Blake played along with it.

"Yeah, there in my back pocket now," Max replied. "So, I'll be leaving now, with my dog, Zen-Zen,"

"Okay, bye then," Blake gave Max a cheesy but convincing grin, before she finally left the house.

Blake was finally in the clear now. Both Max and Lunch left the house without Michael thinking that something was up. And she also got away with her having that party here at the house. All she had to do is calm down…

"Hey, Blake, I really forgot something-" Lunch's voice was heard from the kitchen area of the house, as Michael walked past his niece to meet the pink haired girl.

"Damn it, Lunchables," Blake sweared quietly, having her fists balled up. She decided to walk into the kitchen area to see Michael standing in front of Lunch from a distance. Franklin was behind Blake as he watched what was going to happen between Michael and Blake's friend.

Blake stood next to her Uncle Michael as anger and suspicion was plastered on his face.

"Uh… is this a bad fuckin' time, Blake?" Lunch asked.

"What are you doing here at my fuckin' house?" Michael asked walking towards her slowly. "If you here to see Blake, I think you're mistaken, Haines,"

"Uh, I… Mr. DS, I'm here 'cause-"

"Cause, she's here to see me!" Blake replied, when Michael looked at her. "Yeah, when I specifically told her never to see me again, after what happened to Steve's car.

Blake walked towards her friend as she stood in front of her, not looking at her friend's uncle. "Lunchables, how dare you go against my wishes when I told you that I can't be friends with you anymore,"

Blake started winking her right eye multiple times for her to go along with it. "But Blakie-,"

"Don't fuckin' Blakie me!" Blake snarled. "You ain't my friend anymore. I'm gonna call Steve and Selena that you're here, trying to stalk me and steal my Uncle Michael's expensive bourbon whiskey bottle,"

"But I wasn't-"

Blake turned her around and started pushing her towards the dining room and through the backyard window doors. As they were outside by the pool away from the inside of the house where Michael and Franklin could see them.

"What is it you're tryna find?" Blake asked, quietly.

"My pot stash, and I was trying to get the rest of the brownies that were in the refrigerator," Lunch explained.

"What?!" Blake exclaimed quietly. "I told you and Max to throw them away! Now, my Uncle Michael might find them and eat them,"

"I didn't know he like chocolate too," Lunch exclaimed.

"I'll get rid of them," Blake said, as she calmed herself down. "I'll find your pot stash later. Oh and by the way,"

Blake dug into her back pocket to pulled out a small bag of meth. "Uncle T made you this,"

Lunch's eyes dazzled, as she was ecstatic about having her second kind of favorite drug, courtesy of Blake's other uncle. She immediately grabbed it as she squealed happily.

"Nose candy!" Lunch squealed happily. "Yay, thank you, Uncle T!"

"Get outta here now," Blake pointed to the right side of the house, where she can walked towards the front of the driveway.

"Gotcha!" After when she said that, she finally left the De Santa's property with her second favorite drug, happily.

The next day came by in the De Santa residence, as Blake was upstairs in her room watching one of her favorite movies from one of her favorite books. Even though she loves to read, she also love to watch movies as well but also the old ones what her Uncle Michael always watched from the eighties.

Before she left her home in Ludendorff, she stole one from the living room which is one of her favorite movies, which was The Shoulder Of Orion II.

She even have a t-shirt from that movie as well.

She would love to wear it around the house, since it had a favorite quote from the movie, but she was afraid of being embarrassed since she was going through the fan loving stage of being a teenager.

As she was watching main character who was a vampire talking to the antagonist who happens to happen to a vampire hunter, she felt her iFruit phone vibrate next to her elbow.

She received a text message from her Daddy, Carter Missildine.

'Blakesleigh, my baby girl! I was wondering if you love to have dinner with me and Norah at our house? I'm making chicken dumplings with mashed potatoes and broccoli. Don't worry about dessert, it will be a surprise!'

Blake was smiling at the text message that her Daddy sent her. She would love to have dinner with him and to come to his house for the very first time.

She was wondering where do they out on Del Perro?

'Dinner? At your house?! Yes, I would love to come, Daddy!'

'Okay, we live out in Del Perro on Magellan Avenue. It's the beach house with the parking lot,'

Blake smiled sweetly at the text message, before turning off her TV and went into her closet to grabbed some decent clothes for her to wear.

On her head was her grey slouchy beanie that had her long hair inside of it with a two rock band pins of Guns n' Roses and Black Veil Brides on them. She had a few strands coming out of it from the sides where her ears and front hair bang was. She wore the same dangling feather earring through her right ear lobe and the same choker collar necklace with the daisy flower dangling from it. She wore a white flowing tank top that a printed skull and two red roses on the front of it. She wore her black skinny jeans with a chain connected to her wallet in her back pocket and her black high tops on her feet.

She grabbed the keys to her electric blue motorcycle that was on the nightstand and her iFruit phone before she left her bedroom.

As she headed downstairs to the front doors of the house, Michael stopped her before she was able to grab the door handle.

"Yeah, Uncle Michael?"

"Where are you goin'?" Michael asked.

"I'm just going out," Blake replied.

"Where to?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"I'm just going to see someone," Blake replied. She was already irritated by him now, since he was being the overprotected uncle. "That's all, Uncle M,"

"Well, okay, don't forget, you have to be back here before nine o'clock," Michael warned her about her curfew hours. "And it's your turn to cook dinner,"

"I will," Blake grabbed onto the door handle. "I promised, Uncle M,"

"Wait a minute, Blake,"

Blake groaned, before turning back around to face him once more.

"You look different,"

"Can't I be different just for once," Blake replied, before leaving Michael in the house.

Once Blake drove her motorcycle to Del Perro on Magellan Avenue, she noticed the parking lot of which beach house her dad and his wife was staying in. She parked in front of the garage to where the beach house was, instead of the parking lot. She removes her helmet as she looked around at the beautiful beach house.

This is the house where her dad Carter stayed in for nearly nine years. It was much different than Michael's house in Rockford Hills. It was by the beach where they can walk on the warm sand and go in the water. Michael's house was just near Vinewood and there was a movie studio near by called Richards Majestics.

As she walked towards the front door, she rang the doorbell as she waited for someone to answer it.

Carter answered the door as he hugged his daughter once more, before placing a kiss on her forehead.

"You're finally here,"

"Yeah, I'm here, I couldn't miss this dinner for the world," Blake replied.

"That's the Grant spirit," Carter stated. "Or Missildine's spirit,"

Blake giggled, as Carter taking another look at his daughter now.

He didn't know that his daughter had tattoos since she was wearing a varsity jacket to covered up it the other day when they met after so long. He finally invited her into the house, as they stayed by the front door after he closed it.

"I didn't know you have tattoos," Carter said.

"This one was my first one," Blake pointed to the one on her right wrist that had her name in cursive. "I got this in Ludendorff, my friend made me get my first there,"

"Second one right here," she pointed to the black and red rose tattoo design over her right shoulder blade and arm, which took off half of her arm. "This was my first one when I got here in Los Santos,"

"And this one," she pointed to the clip of an angel's wing on her left forearm. "I got this a couple months ago,"

Carter chuckled, before he pointed to his daughter's name on the side of his neck. "Well this is my second one. I have another one where it says Daddy's Little Princess on my left shoulder that has your full name on it with your small baby feet,"

"Aww, really," Blake said, amazed. "That was very sweet of you,"

"I got that one when you were only just a month old, after you were released from the hospital," Carter explained. "I thought it was just only me and my son who only have tattoos in this house. I mean Norah is planning on getting one soon, but it would be after when the baby's born,"

"Your son?" Blake said confused. "You have a son?"

"Yeah, your older brother," Carter replied. "Wait… you still don't remember him?"

"Remember who?"

"Dad, who's that at the door?" A voice echoed from the upstairs part of Carter's beach house.

Carter and Blake can hear footsteps coming down the stairs, as they turn their attention towards them.

Blake swore she heard that voice before somewhere.

"It's your long-lost sister, son," Carter replied, before his son reached the bottom of the stairs.

He was holding an ice pack over his black eye, as he received it from a couple of days ago.

"Blake?"

Blake's eyes widen once she recognize that voice.

She turned her face to face her older brother who was standing from a distance from his dad and his long-lost sister.

Blake covered up her mouth, as she was surprised to see who is her older brother.

"Blake, this is your older brother, Ethan,"

"No, I can't be…"

He removed his ice pack, as he showed his black eye just to get a better look at Blake.

"Sissy, is that you?" Ethan asked.

Surprise, Ethan is Blake's older brother! The person who tried to take her into the bedroom and also got knocked out by Franklin is him! So, what will happen now? Will Blake gain a sibling relationship with her brother Ethan?

Trevor asking about the 'mosquito bite', huh? We all know Blake receive that hickey from Franklin a couple of days ago when they first done it.

So, what will happened at the dinner at the Missildine's beach home? Will there be more secrets revealed about the past?