A/N~Flashback memories are back and we're starting off with a... Ludendorff memory!

Sitting on the counter next to the sink in the Townley's trailer, amnesia Blake looked frightened in the eyes as she watched her Uncle Mikey or 'the nice man' wiping off the blood on her scrape mark on her left knee. She was flinching as she felt him wiping the blood on her knee. Once Michael cleaned her wound, he placed the wet towel back in the sink and carry Blake in his arms towards the couch.

He sat down on the couch as Blake was laying her head down against his chest, not saying a word. She felt relax sitting on his lap, with his arms around her and one hand brushing her short raven black hair.

"I know you don't know what I am to you, baby doll." Michael said, Blake looking up at him. "But Blakie Bear, I wanna make sure you're safe. I can't bare to lose you…"

"Daddy…"

Michael's midnight blue eyes widened as he heard what came out of Blake's mouth.

"Daddy…" Blake called out once more. "Blake…"

Michael smiled. "Yeah, Blake's your name, sweetie." He pointed to his daughter, before pointing to himself. "I'm your… Daddy."

"Daddy… Blake loves Daddy!" She placed her small hands on his cheeks before kissing his nose, earning a chuckle from Michael.

"I love you too, Blake." Michael hugged his daughter, as she started giggling happily.

Michael De Santa never felt so much pain in his life, not since his wife Amanda and his adult kids had left him alone in that house in Rockford Hills, but now the pain was coming back once again.

He was at North Yankton Memorial Hospital, as he was waiting for the results of his daughter's surgery. He became restless as minutes turned to hours, walking around and sitting down patiently in the waiting room.

Until he couldn't take it anymore and walked up to the counter so he can talk to the nurse at the front desk.

"Is my daughter outta surgery?"

"What's your daughter's name, sir?"

"Blake De Santa, tell me she's alright?" Michael asked, once more.

The nurse at the front desk looked at her clipboard, before looking back at Michael. "I'm sorry, I haven't heard from them yet, Mr. De Santa. Surgery takes time."

"Well, they need to hurry up and save my baby girl." Michael said, anxiously.

"Just sit down and wait, sir." The front desk nurse suggested. "I'll let you know when she's out of surgery."

Michael decided to listen to the nurse's orders once more, as he was sat down in one of the waiting room chairs that was facing the hospital ward doors. He decide to fall asleep, as time finally went by very fast until he felt someone tapping his shoulder trying to wake him up.

He opened his eyes to see the front desk nurse. "Mr. De Santa? Your daughter's out of surgery… She's doing fine."

Beep, beep, beep…

A heart monitor was echoing the whole hospital room as Blake was still asleep while her anesthesia was wearing off after her bullet wound surgery.

Michael was sitting next to his sleeping daughter's side, as he held her small hand into his own. He was using his thumb to rubbed soothing circles on her soft pale skin.

All he had to wait for his youngest daughter to wake up, and tell that she'll be alright whenever he's around for her. But the doctor warned him that it was going to take more time for her to wake up since she just got out of surgery.

He haven't been in this hospital in over seventeen years. Ever since Blake was born in that trailer home and she and her mother were escorted here, when Macey was losing a lot of blood after giving birth to Blake.

He even remember how Macey got into early labor.

The day before Blake was born early, Amanda and Macey had a fight and his wife punched the pregnant red head's baby bump, hurting her and his baby daughter.

He could have lost Blake, thanks to his enraged wife… but his youngest daughter was a true survivor.

So, he decided to take down memory lane by visiting the old trailer park where his family grew up in as trailer trash.

He stood up from his chair and kiss his daughter's forehead. "I'll come back for you, Blake. Be strong for me." Michael lifted her hand and kissed it, before he walked towards the door, looking back at his sleeping daughter before leaving her alone in the room.

Michael drove through the town of Ludendorff as the snowy town reminded him of how he had a life out here with his friends, Carter, Trevor and even Brad. His wife Amanda who he met at a strip club, and even the kids were born out here as well.

Even though he had made up a bunch of lies, he rather sacrifice so many things to have a perfect life in Los Santos than here in this snowy town.

Once he notice the name of the trailer park that he lived in with his wife and kids, he taking the road as he sees the same old trailer homes that was still standing after ten years.

He passed by his old home it was still standing, as someone else has already taken residents over there. As he continues to drive down the trailer park road, he noticed that the Grant-Rose trailer home was still standing as no one has taken residents at the home.

He parked the car next to the grey mailbox that has Grant on it's side. Once he climbed out of the car, he decided to look inside the mailbox to see if there was anything left behind.

There was one letter left behind and it was addressed to Blake. It had Blake's full name and even the address of the trailer home, until he looked up at the left side of the letter to find out that this letter and return address was sent from Los Santos.

This was Michael's letter he sent to Blake when she was just turned ten, hoping that daughter received it from him. But Blake told him that she and her mother move out of the trailer park after when she turned ten, so that means she never received the letter in time.

Back at the hospital, Blake was moving from side to side as she can feel the stitches of her left shoulder hurting her and she finally opened her cyan blue eyes. She slowly raised her body upright, with her right arm and hand helping her from behind.

Looking around the hospital room, she was wondering how she got here? She stood up from the bed, before removing her IV and walked towards the bathroom. Once she used the toilet, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her bottom eyelids had dark bags, indicating that she was tired. Her pale skin was cold as the hospital room since her arms weren't under the covers. She felt weaker than usual just like how she was being abused by her mother.

She ran some warm water from the sink as she decides to splash her face a couple times, before hearing a voice behind.

"Blake…"

She raised her head up to look at her reflection in the mirror, to see Macey behind her.

Her cyan blue eyes widened, before she swiftly turned around to see that she wasn't behind her. Blake started breathing in and out as she was starting to get worried, holding onto the sink with her hands behind her back.

"Just relax, Blakie…" Blake said to herself. "You're in a hospital… safe and sound… Now all I have to do is escape this hospital…" She turned around to face the mirror, before opening her eyes to see Michael and Macey holding each other, while making out.

"What the fuck?!" Blake sweared.

Michael was kissing her her neck as Macey was moaning loudly, while Michael's biting her skin and licking it. He was holding her legs, around his waist while her arms around his neck.

"I fucking love you, Big Daddy!" Macey moaned out, before she felt Michael thrusting into her as she was against the wall.

"Ooh baby, you're so tight."

"Ahhh, now I have completely lose it!" Blake screamed as she covered her ears and close her eyes.

She waited for five seconds, before opening her eyes to see that it was gone once again.

"Okay… maybe I'm just imagine things… there's no way that my Uncle Michael and my mom had sex to create me as their kid."

Blake looked down at the sink, before she felt a hand touched her left shoulder gently and she slowly looked up to see Macey. Her long strawberry red hair was straight with curls at the end instead of having it messy with the smell of beer and her face was clean without having dark circles.

"Mommy…" Blake said, with tears coming out of her eyes. She touch the mirror, until she saw her split personality and her eyes widened.

"Mommy's not here anymore." Her split side simply said, before Macey changed in the mirror.

Her hair was messy and her face had a tired look, but there was blood coming out of the corner of her mouth. Her nose was broken, and there was a bullet wound in her left leg.

"No! No, go away!" Blake clutches onto her head.

"I love you, my little black rose…" Macey's voice echoed through her mind.

"My baby girl…" Michael's voice echoed...

"I said… GO AWAY!" Blake started slamming her balled up fists against the mirror, three times before it finally shattered into pieces.

The nurses came into Blake's hospital room to check on her, and they walked in to see Blake in anger as she was screaming while throwing a chair out the first floor window.

The window shattered as the chair went through and it was fallen outside of the hospital. Blake grabbed her IV and thrown it at the nurses, before one of them went to call for hospital help.

Blake's eyes widened as she ran into the bathroom and came back with something in her hand, that's making the palm of her hand bleed.

Hospital orderlies came into the room and pushed Blake onto the bed, as she had a large glass shard in her hand from the broken mirror while trying to stabbed her way out of the room.

The glass shard was dropped to the floor, as Blake screamed out for help, kicking and punching just to break free.

"Hurry, put her to sleep." One of them said, watching the nurse next to him pulled out a needle.

Blake looked at the needle as her eyes widened, until she saw a flashback…

Blake was still strapped to the chair down in the basement of her home, as she was trying to escape. Macey was looking down at her evil instruments of torture, until she decided to do something for be hurt her daughter who was now in tears.

"Please… Mommy, don't hurt me…" Blake cried.

Macey smirked evilly, before turning around to face her from a distance. In her left hand she had a needle as she injected into a insulin. After that she placed it back on the table, before walking towards Blake who was now whimpering.

"You're gonna kill me aren't you?"

Macey laughed humorlessly. "I would never I'll my little black rose, unless they ain't behaving… This little needle is gonna put you to sleep… Hold still, and it won't hurt at all."

"No, I'll be good… anything but that!" Blake begged before she screamed for her life as she felt the needle injected into her shoulder while it was hurting her on the inside, before closing her eyes and went into a unconscious state.

Blake yelled out for help, once she felt in injected into her body as she slowly stop fighting back and went to sleep.

Michael walked around the Grant-Rose trailer home as he was looking around Blake's childhood home in the dark with a flashlight. He was touching the walls and doors, as they were similar to ones back in the trailer home he stayed with his wife and kids.

Everything in the living room and even in the kitchen area was empty. It seems that Blake and Macey packed up everything to move somewhere else, but not in a trailer home.

Once Michael enter into the bedroom where Ethan and Blake slept together in the same room for six years, something caught his attention in the dark.

On the right side of the bedroom where Blake had that side of the room, he noticed a brown fuzzy teddy bear with a light blue ribbon around it's neck on the floor that was in tuck away in the corner.

Once it was in left hand, he examines it as it was covered with dust and it somehow looked the same over the past seventeen years.

Michael held onto to the teddy bear, as he remembers giving it to Blake when she was just a one month old baby.

Baby Blake was in her mother's arms, as Macey was holding her close making sure that her one month old daughter fall asleep, but somehow she wasn't having any luck until Michael came in her hospital room.

"Michael, what a surprise…"

"Actually, I have a surprise for my daughter." Michael stated, hiding something behind his back.

Blake heard her Daddy's voice as she started babbling happily for him, with her small arms up in the air once Michael was in front of her.

Michael places a kiss on her forehead, as she squealed happily for him.

"Hey, baby girl." Michael greeted, as Baby Blake latched onto his index finger with her right hand. "Daddy's got you something to keep you company."

Michael revealed the fuzzy brown teddy with the blue ribbon around it's neck, as Blake's turquoise blue eyes dazzled. Michael made kissing noises once the teddy bear's face came into contact with her cheeks, which made her smile happily.

"Aww, that's so sweet of you, Michael." Macey said, Blake grabbing the teddy bear with her small hands as Michael let go for her to play with.

He also remember another time when Blake try to crawl towards him...

"Come on, Blakie Bear…" Michael said, Blake sitting down on the hardwood floor holding onto her baby bottle by the nipple. "Crawl to Daddy."

"She's not gonna crawl if you keep calling her, Michael." Macey said, before sitting down on the couch and Blake looked at her Mommy, smiling at her instead of Michael.

Michael had the perfect idea. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed one of Ethan's snack to find a chocolate chip cookie, before walking back to the living room.

"Hey, baby girl, look what Daddy's got…" Blake turned her attention towards Michael as he had a cookie in front of her.

"Michael, she doesn't have any teeth yet." Macey stated. "She just started teething."

"Chill out, it work with Jimmy, maybe it can work with her." Michael said, looking at Macey before he witnessing Blake slowly getting on her hands and knees. Michael and Macey were watching Baby Blake crawl slowly towards the cookie, as her small hands finally grabbed it out of Michael's fingers.

All of the memories of seeing Blake growing up at the same exact trailer home had really touched his heart… But now, the past was in the past and Blake was heading towards her future...

Once Michael returned back to the hospital, the nurse alerted him that Blake had an episode which cause the hospital orderlies to put her to sleep. Michael was surprised that Blake had another one of her manic episodes, as the nurse led him towards her new room which was three floors below the front desk.

Michael opened the door to see his daughter awake, but she was laying down sideways but not on her shoulder where she had surgery on and she was facing the window.

"Blake?" Michael walked towards his daughter, before he pulled up a chair in front of her.

She didn't seem to acknowledge Michael once she looked at him. Blake was only watching the snowflakes falling outside of her window, while having one on her earbuds in her ear, listening to Suna No Oshiro by Kanon Wakeshima.

"You alright?" Michael asked once more. "The nurse told about your episode earlier."

"No…" Blake simply said, before laying down on her back before feeling the pain of her stitches hurting her.

"Listen, Blake, I-"

"I don't wanna talk to you." Blake demanded. "Go away."

"Blake, you have to listen to me." Michael said.

"Never in my life, Michael De Santa or the late notorious bank robber Michael Townley…" Blake denied. "Since, I'm here in Ludendorff, why don't you leave me behind here so I can die?"

"Listen, I have done a lot of things that I proud of, baby girl." Michael explained, now sitting down on the edge of her bed looking at the window. "But I swear to you… I'll be the dad you'll ever want in your life."

Blake didn't say anything else after that.

She was still listening to the same song, before it changed to Obstacles by Syd Matters.

Michael sighed softly, before standing up from the bed and went on the other side, and Blake shifted to her right to face the window once again.

"Blake, I have something for you."

"I thought I told you to go away." Blake repeated.

"I know, but can you look for a second?" Michael asked.

"Why should I?" Blake asked. "I don't wanna look at you, whoever you are to me."

Michael gave up. "Here. Just take it."

Blake felt something fuzzy touching her left forearm, as in the corner of her eyes look to see a teddy bear once she decided to lay on her back before raising her body upright.

"You think a teddy bear from the gift shop is gonna make me feel better?" Blake asked.

"You don't recognize it?" Michael asked, Blake taken it into her hands to have a better look.

"Why's it so dusty?" Blake asked, patting the teddy bear for the dust to come off, before she finally recognize it. "It can't be…"

She looked at the the left foot of the teddy to see words inscribed at the bottom of the foot.

'Daddy's Little Angel'

"How… how did you find him?" Blake asked, now looking at Michael. "This is was the teddy bear that my Daddy gave to me."

Blake's eyes widened as she realized that the teddy bear came from him when she was just a kid growing up. "You gave me this?"

"Yeah I did, cause I love you." Michael said.

"But, how did you-" Blake said, before she was cut off.

"While you were asleep, I went back to the trailer park where we lived in and somehow I found in your bedroom, collecting dust. It was in the same trailer home you were born in."

Blake looked confused. "What? I was born in that trailer home?"

Michael nodded. "Yeah, kiddo, you were. I was there helping your mother while she was in labor with you. I had to catch you when you just born, but somehow… you were born too early and you had to be taken to the hospital along with your mother."

"Uh… why was I born early?"

"Cause… the day before you were born, Amanda punched your mother in the stomach, while she was pregnant with you." Michael explained. "I was worried and even Macey and Carter."

"I don't believe that bullshit!" Blake denied. "You've probably made that shit up."

"Blake, your mother could have died when she had you. She lost so much blood, like you did when you got shot, back at the cemetery." Michael explained. "The cord was still attached to you, and I was afraid that you've gotten sick when you were just born."

"Well, I'm alive am I?" Blake asked. "I survived so much these past years. You could have save me from my mom. You could taken me with you. Why didn't you do that? I understand Carter, but you… I do think so."

"When we get back to Los Santos, you're still living under my roof, Blakesleigh…" Michael stated. "You're my daughter and there's one thing that you'll have in your life forever."

"What?" Blake asked.

"Love." Michael simply said, before he stood up from his chair and walked towards the window.

Blake looked at the teddy bear once again.

Michael felt something hit against the back of his head and he turned around to see the teddy bear on the floor, indicating that Blake threw it at him.

"I hate you… I hate, hate, hate you, Michael De Santa." Blake said, angrily crossing her arms.

So, after being shot at and taken refuge at the same hospital Blake was taken care of… She now hates Michael, since he was trying to be truthful about her birth and life.

I based off the flashback memory from one of my favorite anime movies, Ponyo since I thought it was cute. That was the first time Blake called Michael, Daddy instead of Uncle Mikey.

What will happen in the next chappie? Will Blake started to accept her life as Michael's daughter? Will she be able to get her revenge on Trevor? Or something will happen at the hospital that will cause Michael and Blake to escape for their lives?

I have created an au story about Michael telling Blake that he's her father in a different way. It's called Truth Lies Within. Please check it out!