"Come on, Blake, the water's fine."
"Uh… me and water don't mix, Uncle Michael."
Blake was standing over the ledge of the swimming pool, as it was hot and sunny day in Los Santos. She decided to be in her two piece swimsuit, as Michael was in his swimming trunks. He was in the cooling water, waiting for his niece *daughter* to join in with him, but the dark haired teen was high strung.
"Michael, if she doesn't want to get in the water, don't push her." Amanda said, sunbathing behind in a lounge chair behind Blake.
"Thank you, auntie." Blake said, turning her head around to face her before facing Michael.
"Come on, one little splash ain't gonna hurt you kid." Michael said, before splashing water at his niece and jumped slightly when the chlorine water touched her skin.
"Michael, seriously stop fucking scaring her." Amanda demanded.
"You know what." Blake said. "I'm going to count to five and that's when I'll jump in the pool with you but first I have to take off my- Ahhh!" Blake screamed once she felt into the pool.
Michael and Amanda rushed over to aid Blake's help, as she was screaming out for help until she felt Michael carrying her out of the pool.
"Blake, calm down. It's okay." Michael said, as Blake cried while coughing out the chlorine water.
The dark haired teen continued sobbing uncontrollably, until she opened her eyes to see Tracey with a smirk on her face.
"Trace, how could you do that your cousin?" Michael asked.
"She's not my fucking cousin." Tracey said.
"Watch you damn mouth, young lady!" Amanda growled.
Blake stood up as she grabbed her soaked iFruit phone from her back pocket, before she threw it on the ground and walked towards Tracey.
"What do you want, crybaby?"
"I'll show you cry baby!" Blake yelled.
She grabbed Tracey's arms and thrown her into the pool, before leaving the backyard saying…
"I'm tired of this fuckin' bullshit! I'm going back up to my room! And she owns me a new phone!"
Blake was slowly getting dressed in the hospital bathroom of her room. As of today, she and Michael will be catching the flight back home to Los Santos.
She was slowly placing on blue skinny jeans along with her red and black plaid skirt. Instead of having a long sleeve shirt, she was only able to wear a white tank top and a black and pink sports bra which Michael happened to buy for her.
As she finally dressed, Michael was placing her shoulder length hair into a tight ponytail while she kept quiet.
"There… you're ready to leave." Michael said, breaking the silence.
"I'm still hungry…" Blake said, melancholy.
"Well, you should have ate that beef stroganoff the nurses provide for you." Michael said, standing up off the bed and walking towards the window. "And by the way, I thought you ain't talking to me."
As he looked outside, he noticed a few cars in the hospital parking lot and it was the triads coming back for them.
"I want applesauce… I'll get it myself." Blake said, before leaving out the room.
Michael had a funny feeling that the triads will be coming back for him and Blake, since he shot most of them back at the Ludendorff Cemetery. There was going to be a hospital shoot out here at North Yankton Memorial, and he had to act now. But with Blake she has a stitched up shoulder which will be hard for her to keep up and also handling a gun.
So he had an idea, but he had to do as quickly as he can when Blake comes back into the room.
The door opened and Blake walked in, having three small container of applesauce in her left hand. "They ran out of spoons, so I'm using a straw."
Blake's cyan blue eyes widened as she felt something injected through her shoulder.
In the corner of her eyes before she passed out, Michael was the one who injected her with a syringe and she thought she saw her mother.
She dropped the three containers of applesauce onto the floor and she dropped to the floor while being put into a deep sleep.
"It's okay, baby girl… go to sleep…" Michael said, Blake hearing his voice being quiet.
Blake can hear the sound of tires squealing of the icy road and the sound of metal crunching, as screams were heard. She lifted up her head slowly, as she realized she was in a car accident since her forehead hit the steering wheel.
Her head hurt like hell, as she opened her eyes and felt something close to her bottom left eyelid.
It was small piece of a glass shard, as she was shock that it was close to her eye. Not worrying about her eye, she noticed that the car crashed in front of a large tree that was outside of town.
Now she remember what was going on. Her and her best friend Jade Knight were heading to the airport ready to make a new start in Los Santos, until someone tried to run them off the road. The front windshield has so many glass shards inside of the car and outside and there was blood on the right side where the passenger side was.
"Jade?" Blake said, before unbuckling her seatbelt.
"Jade!" Blake called out, until she heard a small call for help but it was a weak call.
She noticed her best friend as she was laying down in the cold blanket of snow. There was blood everywhere around her. Her legs were paralyzed and has so many glass shards and blood coming out of her legs. And on top of it there was a glass shard that was stabbed inside of her stomach.
Blake was shocked and she ran towards her friend, with a limping right leg and a small glass shard close to her eyes.
"Jade, you alright?"
"I… I feel like hell…" Jade said weakly. "There's… so much pain…"
"You should have wore your seatbelt." Blake reminded.
"Blake… I'm not gonna make it… You're gonna be alone again…" Jade cried.
"What?" Blake said.
"Please, do something for me as friend…" Jade said, before taking off her red scarf and feather earring in her left ear. "Keep this…"
"But Jadey…"
"No buts… Go to the airport… go be with your Dad and uncle while you still have the chance…" Jade said, holding onto her bleeding neck. "Run… before that abusing bitch get ya…"
"Jade…" Blake called out, and Jade looked up at the dark haired teen. "Thanks for being my friend." She grabbed a hold on her right hand. "My true friend."
"Kiss… kiss me… Hipster."
Blake reached down and place her lips against Jade's weak ones as she moved her own against hers. Blake can hear Jade crying as the pain was taking over her, until she gave out one last cry.
Once Blake removed her lips, Jade's brown eyes were closed and her left hand slowly removed from her bleeding neck. Blake can heard police sirens coming from a distance, as she stayed where she was until the law enforcement and paramedics arrived at the scene.
"Mic-... Michael…" Blake groaned earlier. "You… shitty… asshole of a father…"
Somehow, her whole body hurt like hell and even her stitches...
"Baby doll, wake up!" Michael's voice echoed through her mind, as she slowly squinted her eyes open.
Blake listened to the sound of his voice as she groan back at him.
She felt pain going through her head, like it was a jackhammer hitting against it.
First, she opened her right eye to see that she was upside-down and moving.
And then she opened the other eye, somehow it was hurting as well, but not as bad as the first eye.
It felt like she received a black eye once again.
As she finally blinked her eyes open, she realize that she was in a meat factory, hanging upside down by a meat hook. Her arms were wrapped around in a strong like and itchy rope and her wrists were wrapped around in grey duct tape along with a fuzzy brown teddy bear she remembered around her leg.
She wasn't wearing her winter clothes as she was in a white tank top while still having on her blue skinny jeans and red and black plaid skirt around the waistband.
"Blake…"
She turned her head to see Michael on her right hand side and her aquamarine eyes widened. He had bruises, blood and cuts on him as he was wearing a white tank top, grey pants and black shoes.
"Mmhh?" *(Michael?)
Blake tried to speak, but she had duct tape covering her lips.
"Mmhhhmmm…" *(What the fucks going on?)
"Blake, stay calm…"
Blake looked confused. "Mmmmhhmm?" *(What do ya mean-)
She turned her head to see that Blake and Michael were about to be shredded to pieces by a meat shredder.
Blake's eyes widened as she started shaking and moving her body to break free. "Mmmmmhmhmhm!" *(Oh my God!)
Blake was the first person who was going to die first, as she suddenly panicked.
"Hey, you got the wrong people! Your beefs with Trevor Phillips!" Michael shouted.
"Mmhhh?" *(Trevor?) "Mmmmhhmm!" *(That asshole!)
"Hey, you gotta old man and a teenager, who don't belong to you!"
"Mmmhm?" *(Franklin?)
"Shit, is that you kid?" Michael asked.
Blake and Michael noticed him as he was shooting his way through the warehouse to save them both. He shot down one of the triads as he fell into a vat of acid, as he moved closer and the machine suddenly stop, before it taken Blake who now crying for help with tears running down her face.
Once Franklin moved towards them, he shot both Michael and Blake down from the meat hook and he caught his girlfriend in his arms, before handing Michael an extra pistol.
"Shit, you two alright?" Franklin asked.
Blake was trying to speak as Franklin was removed the strong rope around her arms, before he noticed the stitches on her right shoulder. The stitches indicated that she was shot and also beaten by the triads by the bruises, blood and cuts that matches along with Michael.
Once he removed them, he picked up Blake and carry him over his left shoulder, as she was complained about the duct tape around her wrists and mouth. As they shoot their way out of the factory, Franklin place Blake in the backseat of a sports car as Michael taken the wheel to escape from the triads.
Blake was still complaining as she lifted up her body and looked through the back windshield.
Suddenly, a bullet nearly hit her head once she ducked down, earning a painful scream from her stitches.
"Keep your head down!" Michael said.
Blake listened before the car did a fast turn to the left, as the dark haired teen fell down between the seats.
She screamed once again at the stitches, before her right left climbed onto the seat pulling her own body up.
Once they arrived back the De Santa house away from any triads chasing them, Franklin and Michael pulled Blake from out of the backseat as Michael removed the duct tape from her mouth, slowly.
"Well, thanks…" Blake said sarcastically. "It took you long enough!"
Franklin was removing the duct tape from her wrist, as Blake broken free herself before ripping the tape off her wrists and even around her left leg that had the teddy bear on it.
She throwned the teddy bear into the streets angrily, before stomping her way towards the mansion house.
Franklin watched his girlfriend slamming the doors to the mansion house, Michael ran into the streets to grabbed the teddy bear that was special to his youngest daughter when she was just one month old, before walking towards Franklin.
"Hey, you wanna come in with me?" Michael asked, Franklin turn around to face him.
"Yo, what happened with her? And what happened up there in North Yankton?" Franklin asked.
"Things happen between me, Trevor and Blake, Frank… I'll explain more once we get inside…" Michael said, looking down at the teddy bear in his hands.
He and Franklin walked into the house together as they sat down on the white sectional couch.
"You know how I said that Blake is my niece?" Michael explained.
"Yeah, why?"
Michael thought about it long and hard before providing with an answer to tell Franklin. "She ain't really my niece… she's my youngest daughter, but her mother ain't my wife Amanda."
"For real?" Franklin was shocked at the news.
"Yeah, kid… I've been hiding this secret for so long and somehow, Blake and Trevor were asking questions." Michael explained. "Hell, my own daughter was aiming her gun at me... Her own father who stayed by her side more than the father that raised her back in Ludendorff."
"I understand, dog, but what's gonna happen now between you and Blake?"
"She's gonna stay here in this house with me." Michael explained. "I don't fuckin' care what the father that raised her gonna do. Blake's my kid. She has my blood running through her and I will love her as my daughter this time."
"You will never be my father…" Blake sobbed.
Michael and Franklin turned their attention to see Blake eavesdropping around the corner, as she finally revealing herself.
They were looking at her as she received a black eye on her left, bruises and cuts. The dark haired teen was reminded of how her mother abused her, as she was reliving the nightmare once again after being kidnapped by the triads.
"You can't just come into my life and say you were my uncle at first and then my father."
"I was trying to be your father, Blakie Bear-"
"Don't call me that…" Blake stopped him from speaking. "I don't need you in my life anymore. I'm gonna go be with Carter and once I leave this house you'll never be able to see me again, or even hear from me."
Blake started walking away…
"Blake, sweetie, wait…"
"Leave me alone!" Blake shouted. "If you were my father… you should have been there for me."
Blake was about to climb up the stairs, until she turned back around to face Michael. He had his arms open for her to relax against him for a warm and loving hug. But instead she walked back into the living room and grab the brown teddy bear.
Walking towards the dining room, she walked outside into the backyard and throwing the teddy bear into the chlorine pool making the toy soaking wet.
Somehow, she had a funny feeling that someone was watching her. In the corner of her left eye she thought she noticed the same girl who was at Ethan's party who claims to be his ex-girlfriend but never gotten her name.
Once she turned her head to her left to see if it was truly her, she somehow disappeared which made Blake confused or maybe delusional since she has not been taking her pills.
Michael walked out into the backyard as Blake turned her body around to face him.
"If I see Trevor again… this time… he will burn in hell."
So, this is my take on Fresh Meat and I was planning on doing a hospital shootout but somehow I cut it out since I didn't want the chappie to be really long this time.
I had a hard time trying to name this chapter. I thought of Franklin To The Rescue, and others, but I thought stitches as the name of the chapter because Blake has stitches on her and also in her heart knowing that Michael is her real dad.
Later on I'll be making a One-Shot, about six year old Blake standing in front of Michael and Carter's graves alone after the funeral and burial of them. And of course, Michael will be there watching his young Blakie Bear still there. And I will also be making others as well…
I wonder what is going to happen in the next chapter? Please tell me if you have any ideas, I'm always there to read about them!