A/N~This Los Santos memory was taken place after Blake got off the plane and saw her uncle after nearly nine years in Chapter Four~Please Save Me, Uncle Michael.

Blake waited outside of Dave Norton's office, as her Uncle Michael was still talking to him about the custody of the dark haired teen.

She was sitting down, waiting for her uncle to return about finding her father, Carter Grant hoping that she'll see him tonight or the next day.

As she was staring down at the picture of her and her father, the door opened to Dave Norton's office when Michael walked out.

She stood up. "So, is he coming?"

Michael didn't know to explain this to her. Her father disappeared for over two years. Last he heard about him, he was found naked with his wife in his own bed.

He could say that he's dead, but he knew it will break her heart.

So, he decided to lie and evade the question.

"Blake, I'm afraid he won't be coming to get you," Michael explained. "Two years ago, he disappeared and we haven't really talked much before it happen,"

"Is… is my Daddy…" Tears were about to come out of her sea green eyes.

"No, no, Blakesleigh, he ain't dead." Michael said, before grabbing both her shoulders.

She jumped slightly and backed away from him, remembering that her Mom did that which scared her.

"So, where is he?"

"He's somewhere in the city ," Michael replied. "It will take some time to find him, knowing that you're here after nine years."

Blake looked down. "If he's gone, I don't know where I can stay. I was hoping I can start a new life here with him… like he promised before going on that last bank job, leaving me alone with Mommy,"

Michael thought about it for a minute. Dave says that he can take care of Blake and have custody over her until her father comes to take her away from him.

But Michael was hiding something away from her. He and Dave are the only people who knows the big secret, but the FIB agent remind him if she gets suspicious about her life.

He knew that Michael has to tell her the real truth, when the times truly comes.

Plus, it will be great from Michael to spend more time with a new family member. Even though his kids are already adults. Blake was only a teenager at the age of sixteen but soon to be seventeen soon.

He walked towards her. "Hey,"

Blake looked up at his midnight blue eyes.

"You wanna stay with me?" Michael asked. "You'll be safe with me and your aunt and cousins, until we can figure out a way how to find him."

"Really?"

"I'm sure. I mean Amanda won't mind, since you're our niece,"

"Okay, then," Blake smiled sweetly, before hugging her uncle.

When Michael wrapped his arms around her small body, he rested his chin on top of her hair until he noticed something when he touched her pale skin. It felt like there was multiple scars on her back, as his large hands touched the back of her black tank top.

"What happened to you, Blake," Michael said in his mind. "Are you hiding something from me?"

Blake walked away from Carter's beach house with balled up fists, giving out anger cries.

Her knuckles were already worn out after beating up Ethan, who happens to be her older brother. She remembered that she lunges into him, slamming his body on the cold floor, before grabbing the collar of his black polo shirt.

She only punches him once giving him a busted lip, until she realizes she embarrassed herself in front of her Dad. So, she ran away from the house and she decided to walk on the beach.

"Blakesleigh!"

She turned around to see Carter running towards her, as she stopped walking and faced him. She wasn't looking at him as she had anger plastered on her face.

Noticing his grey and red athletic flex shoes, she slowly looked up at him at his emerald green eyes.

"What happened?" Carter asked. "Did your brother did something to you?"

"I wish he wasn't my brother," Blake cried.

"Tell me what happened, baby girl." Carter asked once more, before placing a loose lock on her black hair behind her ear.

Blake crossed her arms, before having her left shoe playing with the warm sand.

"I was at his party a couple of days ago, and he kissed me and tried to take me upstairs to the bedroom,"

"You mean to tell me…" Carter pointed to himself. "My son, Ethan David Missildine and your brother-"

"He ain't my brother!" Blake shouted, Carter was taken aback. "I don't know why you keep bringing him up. What I saw at that party, was a senior hottie trying to get laid with a sophomore."

"Blake, I'm sure he didn't know it was you." Carter explained. "As he grew, he never forgotten about you. Just how I never forget about you. I knew that one day you were going to come here to Los Santos. But I don't know how. I was planning on going back to Ludendorff to come get you. With Norah having a baby and running a restaurant, it was hard on me, Blakesleigh."

"Does he live in you even know he's twenty?"

"Yeah, he's just like his cousin Jimmy. But he promised me when he graduates high school, he will be leaving the house and getting himself an apartment,"

"Blake, please stay for dinner." Carter requested. "Norah will love to see you again. And we have so much to catch up on after ten long years."

Blake looked up at his green emerald eyes once again. Blake smiled sweetly, before nodding to her Dad.

He wrapped his arm around his daughter's shoulders as they walked back towards the beach house.

Blake stayed in the living room with Norah as they were having a conversation, until they heard footsteps coming towards the room. Ethan still had his ice pack over his black eye, while a small band-aid was covering his busted lip since he put lip healing cream on it.

Blake stopped her conversation with Norah, as the pregnant wife stood up and walk away leaving the two siblings alone.

They were silent as Blake stood up and walk towards the sliding glass door, looking out from the patio in the backyard, until a small black and white miniature schnauzer came to the glass door barking while having his small paws tapping against it.

Blake's eyes widened as she stood on her knees, tapping the window.

"Hi," Blake greeted.

The dog barked back, as Blake notice Ethan coming closer from behind. She immediately stood up and turned around to face him, having right hand in her pocket. Her switchblade knife she stole back from her Uncle Michael was in her back pocket.

"His name is Yoshi, if you're wandering," Ethan stated.

"Oh… alright,"

"Kids, dinner's ready," Carter announced.

Ethan moved out of Blake's way, as she was the person to walk into the dining room area of the house. She can see the warm food on the table, as she felt her stomach growling.

"Here, Blake," Carter pulled out a chair out from the east side of the table. "Sit right here,"

"Yes, please," Blake replied, with a smile.

In front of her there was a white porcelain bowl of small chicken strips, carrots, celery and even the dumplings. Another plate was underneath the bowl, as there was a fork, knife and spoon along with a napkin. Blake can already tell that this food was delicious and she couldn't wait to dig in.

"Blake, in this family we say grace," Carter stated, once Blake looked up from her bowl of warm chicken dumplings. "So, let's bow our heads-"

"And close your ears," Ethan butted in.

Carter glared at him. "And your eyes. Close your eyes."

"God, you're such an ass, like Jimmy," Blake thought to herself before closing her eyes and bowing her head.

"God is great. God is good. Let us thank him for our food." Carter started the prayer. "God, I would like to thank you for bringing us together for this food we're about to receive. And thank you bringing my little baby girl, Blakesleigh Victoria back into our lives after ten long years."

Blake smiled sweetly as she kept her eyes closed.

"In God and Jesus' name,"

"Amen," Everyone said together.

Everyone started grabbing their plates from underneath, as Blake grabbed her fork and taken the first bite of the soup.

"Mmm, this is good,"

"Hungry, aren't you?" Norah asked, while grabbing her some mashed potatoes to put on her plate.

"Yeah," Blake replied, before taking another bite. "I've been eating takeout for a while."

"Let me guess, Uncle Michael doesn't know how to cook?" Carter guessed while putting warm gravy on his mashed potatoes.

"Yeah," Blake reached over to grabbed some seasoned broccoli to put on her plate. "I usually do the cooking, since it's just me and him."

"Just you and him?" Carter asked, confused. "What happened to Amanda and the kids?"

Blake sighed before answering. "They left him and even me. So, I been doing most of the work. Like cleaning, cooking, laundry-"

"Eww, you had to clean his dirty ass drawers?" Ethan asked, before stuffing a broccoli in his mouth.

"Don't make me choke you, Ethan David." Carter warned, narrowing his eyes at his son. "Your sister is back into our lives and entering Norah's life and the new baby's. I suggest you show more respect. Do you hear me?"

Ethan scoffed. "Whatever, old man,"

"I ain't that old," Carter warned him. "I'll give you an old man's ass whooping, if you keep this up."

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry,"

The table have got awfully quiet as everyone was eating their dinner. Blake was reminded of how everybody was quiet at the dinner table back at the De Santa house, until someone has started up an argument and everyone leaves to eat their dinner upstairs or in the living room area.

So, Blake decided to ask Carter a question once she got his attention.

"When I was in Ludendorff, I found that box you left for me." Blake explained. "Did you make it for me?"

"Yeah, I did." Carter replied. "I left you the money, the letter, passport and the postcard of where I was. Even the number of the FIB agent, Dave Norton."

Blake was confused. That was all Carter put inside of that box. There was more stuff inside the box that Carter might not know or remember.

There was some pictures, back to when Blake was a baby and growing up with her family. A loaded nine millimeter semi automatic pistol. A switchblade knife that had her name in cursive on the black handle. Even a small plush bear toy that was used to be connected to a soothie pacifier.

Who left her the rest of the stuff in the box?

"Then… who left me…"

"What was that?" Carter asked.

"Never mind," Blake said quietly, before playing with her last broccoli.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"Why did you leave me behind?" Blake asked. "You promise me that you will take me with you. Instead I found Uncle Michael and his family."

"Blakesleigh…" Carter said softly. "I did promise you that, but I made a big mistake of leaving you. Your Uncle Michael was very pissed at me. He loves you very much, but it was a sacrifice I had to make."

"Why couldn't you taking me away from Mom?" Blake asked once more.

"Blake, if I taking you with me," Carter explained. "Macey would have done everything in her power, just to find you. She would have put out a missing report on you, and it will be hard just to keep you hidden away from the world. If I done that, I could have went to jail leaving you and Ethan alone."

"Oh…" Blake said softly before picking up her broccoli and placed it into her mouth.

"Hey, at least you left the snowy life, for the sunny life here." Carter stated. "Your mother would have loved it out here."

"Yeah… she would…" Blake said softly, not looking at Carter.

Carter can tell that there was something was wrong with Blake. What's it something have to do with her mother? So, he decided not ask the question, knowing that his daughter missed her mother so much just to have this life.

Blake turned to Norah and asked her question.

"What are you having?" Blake asked. "I forgot to ask."

"A girl." Norah simply reply. "You Dad wanted a girl, since he was hoping that you come back. And especially, he can nickname name the child like he did to you."

"Which is?"

"Her name is Charlotte Grace Missildine,"

"But she'll be nickname Charlie." Carter replied as well.

Blake laughed. "That's a cute name."

"So, Blake, you have been asking us some questions," Norah stated. "Why don't you answer some of ours? For example, how do you like this life out here so far?"

Blake smiled looking at Norah.

"I love it. I mean it's different from North Yankton and I have a real life here, instead of the snowy town."

"Sweetie, I heard you live in a trailer park along with your friends and your family, is that true?"

"Yeah, we did. We stay there as we grew together. I mean it was the only place now we can live together." Carter replied, before looking at his daughter.

"Blake, I hope you're making new friends here,"

"I am," Blake said. "My friends are Maxie J and Lunch,"

"Lunch?" Norah asked, and Blake nodded. "That's a funny name for a boy."

"Lunch's a boy?" Carter asked.

"No, Lunch is a girl," Blake corrected him. "Her real name is Lynnette Boxfield, but the last name will be changed to Haines in the summer."

"Wait, Lynnette Haines?" Carter asked. "You mean… FIB agent, Steve Haines' stepdaughter?"

"Yeah, she's actually a good but funny friend, Daddy ," Blake replied. "But Uncle Michael hates her and her strange behavior."

"Do you have someone on your radar, Blake?" Norah asked.

"Yeah," Blake said slowly, placing her hands on her lap. "He's name is Franklin."

Ethan dropped his fork. "Was that the guy who hit me?"

"Yeah, that's what you get," Blake hissed.

"Well, I better hope he's treating you right." Carter said. "Cause, if he ain't I'm going to be doing a 5 to 10 on his ass,"

"What's a 5 to 10?" Blake asked.

"I'm going to beat his ass for 5 to 10 minutes," Carter explained.

"Carter, calm down," Norah requested.

"Alright, hun," Carter listened to his wife. "Listen, Ladybug, I'm surprised that you're dating, but one day I want to meet this Franklin guy."

"Okay, Daddy,"

Then Carter started asking questions.

"Where does he live?"

"He used to live in Strawberry, but lives in Vinewood Hills now,"

"Does he have a job?"

"Yeah, he does,"

"Is he a good guy?"

"Yes,"

"Have you lost your virginity to him?"

"Daddy!"

"Damn, Pops!" Ethan said amazed.

"Carter Missildine, not while we're eating!" Norah reminded.

"Sorry, I'll change the subject." Carter apologized.

Carter remember something.

"Hey, Blake, didn't you have a friend named Jade?" Carter asked, Blake dropped her fork once she heard that name.

"Blake, look out!"

The crunching of metal startled her, as she can hear herself calling out Jade's name.

"Can I be excused?" Blake asked.

Carter nodded, as his daughter stood up from the table and decided to go out onto the patio backyard before opening and closing the sliding glass door. The miniature schnauzer climbed onto her long legs as she picked up the dog, before sitting down on the white painted metal patio chair.

She decides to reach out into a back pocket to find her iFruit phone but instead she felt something else and pulled it out. It was a leftover Redwood cigarette that she left behind and it was the only one left that her Uncle Michael never got his hands on.

If only she had a lighter, she would be calm down.

The sliding door open and close as she turn around to see Ethan walking towards her. She stood up from the chair but she kept being cautious. The miniature schnauzer jumped out of her arms as he landed without hurting himself.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you,"

He pulled out a box of his Redwood cigarettes from his back pocket of his cargo shorts and also his lime green lighter.

He was about to put his Redwood cigarette into his mouth, until he noticed that Blake had a cigarette between her two fingers as well.

He gave his lighter to Blake as she accepted it slowly.

She lightened up her cigarette as she inhaled in the smoke from the deadly stick.

After so long she needed that.

She blew the smoke from out of her mouth before she thanked him and gave him back his lighter.

She looked away from him, while looking up at the starry night and the ocean waves.

"So… this is kinda awkward," Ethan said, slowly before inhaling his cigarette after lighting his up.

"Yeah, you wish," Blake tapped her cigarette lightly, as ashes began to fall. "Somehow, I wish I could remember you, but the first I remember that it was you who tried to have sex with me, until my boyfriend punches you."

"He looks too old to be in our school,"

"That's cause he's twenty five." Blake explained. "I met him through Uncle Michael. He needed a job, so he gave him one. We were slowly friends, until I begin to show emotions towards him."

"I can't believe dad took it that easily." Ethan stated.

"Yeah, I hope he can stay calm when he meets him soon." Blake hoped, before asking a question to her supposably brother.

"If you're my real brother, how come I don't remember you?"

Ethan sighed. "Blake… I don't know how to explain this but… Back in Ludendorff when you was five years old and I was nine years at time, you had a seizure which causes you to lose some of your memories."

Ethan and Blake were playing outside in the cold snow. They were laughing as they were throwing snowballs at each other until they were tired. Suddenly, a snowball hit the dark haired child from behind, as their Uncle Michael and dad, Carter Grant decide to play along with them.

Once Blake balled up a new snowball just to throw at her Uncle Michael for revenge, she was about to throw it until something stopped her. Her eyes were widened as she started to fidget her body while still standing.

"Ladybug, what's wrong?" Carter asked.

"Blakie Bear?" Michael called.

"Sissy, you okay?"

Suddenly, Blake fell into the snow as she started shaking. A rock was hidden in the white blanket as it hit the front of Blake's forehead. As she fallen back into the snow, blood was coming out from her forehead.

She wasn't responding as she was shaking in the cold snow.

"Blakesleigh!" Carter called out, as he ran towards his daughter's shaking side along with Michael. He turned his shaking daughter over, as he was scare to know what to do next.

Michael pulled out his phone and immediately called for help.

Ethan stood there in shock as he watches his dad and uncle doing their best to try and save the dark haired child.

"Sissy…" Ethan cried, before tears started running down his cold cheeks.

Blake touched her forehead as she felt that faint scar.

"So, that explains the scar on my forehead."

"After that, you were taking to the house and we were waiting outside hoping that you'll be alright," Ethan explained, putting out his cigarette. "But something was not right, once you looked at everyone who was in the room."

"Baby, are you okay?" Macey asked.

"Who are you?" Blake asked. "Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital, sweetie," Michael said, rubbing her short black hair.

"Do I know you?" Blake asked.

"Oh God," Macey said shocked. "Michael, go get the doctor!"

"Ladybug…" Carter sat down on the edge of the hospital bed. "Do you remember me?"

He touched Blake's cheek before she jumped slightly, feeling his cold touch.

She shook her head no.

"Few weeks later, you remembered everyone, except for me and Uncle T,"

"I remember Uncle T when I found a picture of me and him in this box Dad created for me." Blake explained. "It was three weeks before I came to Los Santos, which was seven months ago."

"Blakes, listen… Dad and I struggled nine years without you. I suffered the worst when you couldn't remember me. But from a distance I always kept a watchful eye on you, hoping that you'll remember me. Now, you still don't trust and remember as your brother."

"Ethan-"

"I have a good idea, why don't you call your boyfriend Franklin up here so he can beat me up and put me into a coma. Will you care about me now, little sister?"

Ethan walk back into the house closing the sliding window door on his little sister, without another word.

Blake was taken aback by his sudden behavior. She never knew that he cared about her ever since she had that seizure when she was five years old. She doesn't trust him now as a brother, but they were trying to get along just for once.

Yoshi looked up at the dark haired teen with his a confused look on his face. Blake bend down and rubbed the miniature schnauzer lovingly, until she received a lick on the tip of her nose which made her giggle.

"Uncle Michael, I'm back," Blake announced, walking towards the living room area to find him drinking his favorite expensive whiskey.

"Oh there you are." He stood up walking towards her. He hugged his niece and Blake hugged back. "I was starting to get worried about you,"

"I told you I'll make it back before nine," Blake reminded him.

"I guess you did." He chuckled, before looking down to what Blake was holding in her hands.

"What's that, Blake?"

"Oh, uh…" Blake was holding a wrapped and sealed containers of the chicken dumplings, mashed potatoes and broccoli.

She lifted it up for Michael to get a better look.

"Here… it's dinner and dessert."

"What is it?"

"It's chicken dumplings with mashed potatoes and broccoli. Dessert is a slice of chocolate cake."

"You made me dinner over at your friend's house?"

"Uh, don't get any wrong idea. Me and my friend decided to cook dinner, since we both love to cook." Blake lied.

"Well, okay," He placed his empty whiskey glass on the coffee table before grabbing the seal containers of the dinner and dessert. "Thanks, I really appreciate it, Blakie Bear."

Blake followed her uncle into the kitchen, as he opened the first container which was the chicken dumplings. She grab a fork from out of the drawer and let him take the first bite of it.

"This is really good," Michael loved it as he taken another bite. "You and your friend must be good in the kitchen."

"Uh… yeah… we are,"

As Michael taken another bite of the chicken dumplings, he noticed there was something off about his niece.

"You okay," He asked. "You seemed upset."

"No I'm not." Blake replied. "I just have some stuff on my mind. That's all."

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked.

"Well, there's two things…" Blake explained. "One is that I have a real job now,"

Michael was surprised when he heard that.

"Blake, you have a real job?"

Blake nodded with a smile. "I work in a restaurant as a waitress. I get nine dollars by the hour plus tips."

"Fuckin' A, Blake!" Michael said. "Which restaurant?"

"It's called Little Vespucci."

"I never heard of that place," Michael stated, before forking his broccoli.

"Cause it open three years ago." Blake stated.

"I might have to check the place out, and by the way, your Uncle M has a job too."

"Really? Where, Uncle Michael?"

"Ever heard of Solomon Richards, baby?"

Blake covered her mouth. "Bullshit! You work for him?!"

"You're fuckin' A-right I do." Michael replied, before Blake hugged him unexpectedly.

"If you ever get the chance to see him again, can I please have his autograph."

"What if I take you up there with me someday?" Michael stated. "I work as his associate producer for this upcoming movie."

"Really? Are you super cereal now?!"

"I'm dead serious, Blake,"

Blake squealed in delight. "I can't wait!"

"Now, what's the other thing you wanna talk about?" Michael asked.

Once Michael brought up the other question, it immediately shock Blake. She didn't know how to tell him about this. So, she decided to tell him that it was nothing and it was personal. After she said that, she walked away from the kitchen as Michael was still enjoying his dinner.

She walked into the living room and sat down on the white sectional couch, while looking at her clasped hands.

She'd taking a deep breath before she started thinking.

"How should I tell Uncle Michael that I found my dad and now he wants me to move in with him? Blake thought to herself. "Carter wants me to move in, before the baby is born. So, I only have five days to tell him about this. I don't want to leave Uncle Michael alone in his house, not after how Amanda and his two bastards left him."

What will be Blake's choice?

So… Blakesleigh is left with a choice.

Either she can stay with Michael.

Or she can move in with Carter and Norah and be there when the new baby girl, Charlotte Grace "Charlie" is here.

But there's one problem, the two of them have not seen each other in a long time and they're not friends anymore.

Will they come face-to-face one day?

Shout out to RedRose85! We are co-writing together for her stories on her profile! We created chapters five and six for Black Velvet and we're creating more GTA V stories together with my original characters and also her original character, Carly De Santa!