A/N~This Ludendorff memory is the continuation of Blake's Bun-Bun Fight which part one happen to be in chappie nineteen, The LS Suicide Squad!
Michael was laying down on the blanket of snow, as he was punched repeatedly by his friend, Carter Grant. After when he wrapped up his niece's bite marks with bandages, he immediately ran after her only to be chased by an enraged Carter.
Once he made it to the Grant-Rose trailer home, that was when the fight happen when Carter made the first few punches knocking Michael down to the snowy ground.
"Jesus Christ, C…"
"How dare you put your hands on my daughter?!" Carter growled, with his fists balled up.
Macey was holding her crying six year old daughter, Blake in her arms as her head was buried into the crook of her neck.
"She's a baby… My baby, Michael Townley!" Carter yelled.
"Well, she needs to learn how not use her fucking teeth, Carter." Michael said, slowly standing back up.
"My daughter has a fuckin' bipolar disorder, and she must've been scared when you had your hands on her. She's my baby… and I want you to stay the fuck away from her."
"That's my Blakie Bear, C! And you ain't gonna separated me from her." Michael pushed him down to the snowy ground, and he pulled out a pistol as soon as Carter did the same, aiming straight at his chest.
"Carter, Michael no!" Macey cried.
"Go away!" Blake cried. "Go away, Uncle Mikey!
"What?" Michael looked up at his niece. "Blakie Bear, you don't mean it."
"Uncle Mikey, go away…" Blake sobbed, showing her reddened face. "Don't hurt my Daddy… I love him… but I don't love you anymore…"
Michael slowly lowered his pistol, before looking at Carter who did the same thing.
"I'm sorry, Blakie Bear…" Michael apologized. "Please forgive me… If you can…"
Blake buried her face back in the crook of her mother's neck, as she can hear the snow crunching and her father picked her up, placing her into his own arms.
Blake watched as Michael walked away from the Grant-Rose trailer home.
That was the last time that six year old Blake has seen her Uncle Michael, until ten years later…
Pain…
Hurt…
Terror…
Redemption…
Hate…
Those were the words circling around Blake's mind in the past few days, after the whole Ludendorff incident and escaping the triads.
Blake stayed in her bedroom, keeping the doors locked shut away from Michael from entering to check on his youngest daughter. Her bedroom happened to be still a mess, since she was getting ready to move in with the father she'd known for so long, Carter Missildine.
But the dark haired teen was fooled ever since she was brought into this beautiful and cruel world.
She should have known from the beginning when she came to Los Santos that Michael was her real father, since she had the color of his raven colored hair and even the color of his eyes, but not the hint of green in them.
Once she woke up from her depressing sleep, she stood up from the bed slowly to feel the pain of her stitches hurting her shoulder again. Walking towards the window of her bedroom, she closed the blinds to hide away from the sun and also she noticed Ethan's ex-girlfriend was standing on De Santa property.
So, the dark haired teen alerted Ethan about his ex-girlfriend, hoping that she'll go away off of the property. She grabbed a freshly washed and dried white tank top, a black and violet sports bra and her favorite black skinny jeans to take with her towards the bathroom to take a morning shower.
Once she felt refresh and placed new bandages on her her stitches, she finally left the bathroom only to be greeted by Michael who she happened to bumped into who happened to be dress in a navy blue suit for the day.
Looking at his daughter's face, he noticed that Blake had placed an eyepatch over her left eye and a few band-aids were placed over the cuts, but the bruises were still visible.
"Hey, how are you?" Michael finally asked.
"Morning…" Blake mumbled, before walking towards her bedroom and she turned around to Michael staring at her.
He started walking towards her, as she noticed him coming closer. She jogged to her bedroom, before closing the door. Michael's hand was on the door handle, and he only heard Blake locking it from the other side.
Blake grabbed her switchblade knife from the nightstand, as she noticed on the blade that her blood was on it. As she looked down at her right wrist, she remembered cutting herself and the pain she cried for the past few days.
She was willing to experience this pain once again.
Sitting down on the edge of her bed, she pointed the tip of the blade close to her angel wing tattoo and did a slow cut as she cried quietly, before dropping the switchblade on the floor.
As her blood was dripping off her wrist, her warm tears ending touching her slit marks making her cry harder. She fallen down the floor, holding her bleeding wrist as her right hand grabbed around the cut marks.
Once she held in her tears, she heard Michael climbing up the stairs indicating that he was coming back.
"Blake?" Michael called from the other side.
Blake's eyes widened as she grabbed bandages and wrapped her bleeding wrist, before listening to Michael who was waiting on her response.
"Breakfast's downstairs if ya hungry…." Michael stated.
"I'm not hungry…" Blake responded melancholy.
Blake can hear her stomach growling for breakfast as she wrapped her arms around her waist.
"Blake, open the door…" Michael said, turning the locked door knob.
Blake started crying uncontrollably when Michael was telling her to open the door. So, she walked towards it and sat down against, hiding her head between her arms while looking down at her legs.
"Blake, I can understand why you're in tears… I tried my best to raise you, but things happen in my life and yours." Michael explains the truth. "I know you never ask for this, but it's the truth. I didn't wanna leave you behind with your mother…"
Michael heard Blake's sobbing, telling him to leave her alone.
But he didn't want to.
He wanted to make her feel better, even though he was the one brought her into this world and wanting to raised her as his own.
Michael sighed, before turned his back that face Blake's bedroom door and slide down onto the floor.
"Wanna hear the story, Blake. It's all about you."
Michael waited until he heard a small but quiet yes from the other side.
"After when you were born… seeing you was one of the best things that even happen in my life…" Michael explained. "I never expect your mother to be pregnant with my kid, but I made a huge mistake. So, me and your mother had to keep this a secret away from my wife and even Carter…"
"Blakey…" Michael called out, as two month old Blake was in her crib laying down on her back, only wearing a cute onsie saying… 'Daddy's Little Angel'
Her small little hands were reaching out for Michael to pick her up, as a smile was on her small pink lips. Baby Blake babbled happily, as Michael picked up and kissed his daughter on the forehead.
Blake grabbed his nose as Michael smiled. "You got Daddy's nose, Blakey, yeah? You're Daddy's little angel, cause I know it."
Baby Blake's hands were on his cheeks as she gave loud but squealing happy noise.
"But everything was not alright after when you were born…" Michael continued… "Somehow, you were born ill, and you and your mother had to be sent to the hospital…"
Michael held his newborn daughter as he was inside of the ambulance along with Carter, who was holding his fiancée's hand, while she had an oxygen mask over her mouth.
"Baby… don't leave me and our kids, please…" Carter cried, before kissing her forehead, cheek and hand.
Baby Blake was crying out loud in Michael's arms as her small body was somehow cold while she was a metallic blanket, giving by the paramedics. Michael started shushing her while holding her close, until her big aquamarine eyes opened slowly looking up at him.
A warm smile was placed on him, as Blake slowly ceased her crying and gave out small whining noises.
"Sir, may I see the baby for a minute?" Michael gave Blake to one of of the paramedics as she examines the baby with a stethoscope. Baby Blake started wailing out when the coldness of the stethoscope touched her skin, until Michael and Carter heard groaning coming from Macey.
"My… my baby…"
"What's wrong with my daughter?" Carter asked. "Is she sick?"
"Her lungs may be not fully develop and she might have gotten sick. So, she must be put in the neonatal intensive care unit for the time being…" The woman said, placing Baby Blake back into Michael's arms. "You must be her uncle, and the one who help deliver her into the world. You must be a very brave man."
Michael looked down at his daughter once more. "Yeah, I am…"
"So, you play along with the uncle act to fool my dad… I mean Carter…" Blake asked, wiping her tears off with the rough bandages.
"I did, baby girl… it was only way Carter wasn't gonna know and even my wife…" Michael explained. "I do blame her for punching your mother in the stomach, I thought I was gonna lose you… but it was both you and your mother…"
"Was I born a preemie?" Blake asked. "That's what I heard from Carter."
"Yeah, Blake… you were so small, weight exactly three pounds and seven ounces… I even had the chance to touch with my own hands, beside using gloves…"
Michael was in the NICU alone with his daughter as Carter stayed behind to check on his fiancee who was having a blood transfusion. He watched as Baby Blake moved slightly as she slept peacefully, hearing all the beeping noises from the heart monitor and oxygen tank.
As he kept his stare at Baby Blake, she was slowly lifting up her small left leg as her right arm was up in the air as well.
Michael had the chance to touch her, for the first time as he slowly place his index finger inside the incubator and touched her small foot.
Baby Blake gave out a small coo as Michael looked to see her opening and closing her mouth, before her cyan blue eyes open. Her small hand travel to his index finger as Michael felt her tight grip.
Blake had her father's grip.
Once he slowly remove his finger and started walking away, Baby Blake starting wailing out for him as he turned around to see that his daughter now know that he's her dad. He came back as Michael start shushing her while his hand made its way inside of the incubator and touched her small head.
Blake gave out a happy babbling noise, as Michael smiled.
"I love you so much, Blake…" Michael said.
"And that's when I truly loved you, Blake…" Michael ended the story.
Michael didn't hear anything, but Blake's sniffles on the other side as she stopped her crying.
"You alright?"
"If you are my daddy, why didn't you do anything?"
"With everything going on, I could have died and I left everyone behind for a life I thought I wanted."
"But you didn't care about me then… when I told you to go away…"
"Blake, that ain't true. I will always love you as my daughter, you know that." Michael stated. "If there was another matter, instead of me going into witness protection, I would have taken you with me, so you won't be able to get hurt."
Blake turned her head to face the wooden door. "Really?"
"Fuckin' A-right."
Blake sighed before she stood up from the floor and against the door. She about to unlocked the door to let Michael in until… her iFruit phone chimed and she grabbed it off the nightstand to see a text message from Carter.
'I'm right outside, in the driveway.'
Blake headed towards the window and climbed out of it, to go meet up with Carter who was in the driveway.
Carter climbed out of his fully repaired Bravado Bison, as Blake came out on the left side of the house instead of the front doors.
"Hey, Ladybug." Carter greeted his daughter.
"Hey…" Blake greeted back, before seeing a shocked Carter in front of her.
"What in the good hell happened to you?" Carter asked. "Did that asshole Michael Townley hurt you?!"
"No…" Blake replied, without looking at him with her right aquamarine eye. "I… been in a school fight, yesterday and I got suspended for a week."
"The fuck is this?! A Goddamn fuckin' family reunion?"
Blake's only eye widened when she heard Michael's voice behind her, before turning around to see him at the front doors of the De Santa house.
Carter and Michael were face to face after three years, but kept their distance. Both baby blue and emerald green eyes narrowed at each other, before Michael walked towards them.
"Michael fucking Townley…" Carter growled. "It's been so long. Yes and no, depending how your looking at it."
"What the fuck you mean by that, C? You're standing in my fuckin' driveway, when you're supposed to keep your ass of my property!" Michael snarled.
"Look, Townley, I'm here for my daughter and she's coming to live with me and my wife." Carter stated.
"No, you ain't, she's staying here at my house."
"The fuck you mean, you asshole?!" Carter asked. "This is my daughter, but she's your niece. Don't you have those spoiled troll looking beasts to take care of?"
Blake sighed before closing her only aquamarine eye. "Dad…"
"Yeah?" Michael and Carter said together, looking at Blake. They suddenly look back at each other.
"The fuck?" Carter said, confused.
"I mean Carter…" Blake corrected.
"Why are you call me that?" Carter asked.
"Listen, I have search for you and what I heard these past few days is that… Michael is my real Daddy."
"Blake, I'm your real Daddy. You have always been on my mind for the longest." Carter said.
"Bullshit." Michael said, Carter turning around to face him. "If you were her real dad, you should have brought her with you, instead of backing out in the first place and then you finally went with the idea at the last minute."
"What?" Blake said shocked.
"I brought her into my home seven months ago while you play missing. I'm glad you disappeared after banging my wife." Michael explained.
"Your fuckin' wife was lonely!" Carter confessed.
"Well, your cunt of an ex-fiancce of yours Macey was lonely too and then Blake popped into the picture, Carter!" Michael yelled. "Macey and I had sex on your bed for seven straight days without protection, while you was gone on that trip!"
"You fat and sick twisted son of a bitch!"
Carter swing his fist at Michael as he got hit in the check.
"Come on, C!" Michael hissed before blocking his next punch, before he punched him in the stomach.
"Stop fighting!" Blake cried, before Carter pushed her away.
"Asshole!" Carter snarled, kicking Michael's left knee.
Michael kicked him the privates as Carter fell down, before Michael picked him up and slammed him against the driver side door. Carter turned around swiftly and moved out of his way as Michael punched through the driver side door window, earning glass shards in his hand.
"Dads, stop or I'll call the cops!" Blake yelled. "I'm super cereal, I will called the cops!"
Carter started slamming Michael's head against the left side backseat door, multiple times before Michael did a reversal, as he put Carter into a headlock.
"You wanna know who taught her how to fight, or even use a gun? I did, Carter, cause I love her…"
"You hypocrite!" Carter struggle to say. "I rather have a daughter who is not violent, like you!"
"Yeah, well she's my daughter and you ain't gonna take her away from me!" Michael hissed.
"Michael, stop!" Blake screamed, grabbing his left arm, until… Michael reacted wrongly and slapped Blake in the face, making her fall down to the ground along with Carter since he let him go.
Blake started sobbing and it immediately caught Michael and Carter's attention.
"Blakie Bear…"
"Ladybug…"
They both reacted to Blake's crying as they tried to be good fathers just for once by comforting, apologizing, and giving out kisses and hugs but somehow it wasn't working when Blake was being pulled from Michael's arms to Carter's arms repeatedly.
So, Blake stood up and led the two men into the house, to try and talk about this without having her in the middle.
Which did happen again when Blake was set between them on the white sectional expensive couch.
Michael was on her left and Carter was on her right, before Blake felt uncomfortable and went upstairs to grab a first aid kit to heal Michael's left hand and to give Carter an ice pack for his bruised cheek.
"What is wrong with you two?" Blake asked, using tweezers to pull out glass shards in Michael's hand, before wrapping it with rough bandages. "God, it feels like I'm raising two kids by myself."
"He's the oldest…" Carter pointed to Michael.
"Ha, ha, very funny-ow!" Michael said, gripping his bandaged hand.
Blake held onto Carter's ice pack, until he said that he was able to handle it by himself. He stood up from the couch, before Blake sat down next to Michael, who decided to wrapped his right arm around his youngest daughter.
While reaching to kiss her daughter's forehead, Blake moved out of his way and removed his arm from around her, scooting away from him while feeling disgusted.
"I can't believe this… Why would she do this to me?" Carter asked, holding onto his ice pack. "First, my son and then my daughter…"
"She ain't your daughter, C, and you know it." Michael repeated.
Carter turned to face Michael and Blake. "I don't care now, if she's my daughter or not, Michael. I still love her, since the day she was born."
"Really?" Blake stood up from the couch. "Even though you're not my real Dad."
Carter cupped his daughter's cheeks before placing the ice pack down, and his lips pressed against her forehead. "I love you more than ever, Blakesleigh, so please come live with me your new stepmother. We can start over again, just like we promise and not to mention we have Charlie Grace on the way."
"Just like we promise…" Blake asked.
Carter nodded. "Yes, Ladybug."
"She ain't leavin' with you, cause she's my daughter and I'm protecting her." Michael said, standing up from the couch, walking towards them as Carter wrapped his arms around Blake protectively.
"All you ever did was getting her involved in these dangerous heists." Carter confessed. "Not to mention, the FIB and also Merryweather."
Michael looked at Blake, who might have told him about everything that has happened to her in life while being with him.
Although, it was all true.
"I would never dragged her along with me, if it wasn't for Trevor and-"
"What did you say? Trevor Philips?" Carter asked.
"He's here in Los Santos, Dad…" Blake said.
"What the fuck?!" Carter suddenly let go of his daughter, as he was angry. "I thought Davey was supposed to keep us protected."
"Yeah, but…" Blake said, before pointing to Michael. "It was all his fault, he made me do a heist with him that cause us to be on the news."
Carter sighed. "I don't give a damn about the game anymore. I'm out of it, which Michael should have been a long time ago, since I saw his dirty work on the news… Blake, listen… you don't have to suffer anymore. You can grow up as a normal teen, instead of having fat snake taking care if you. I'm lucky that he haven't even burn down the house with you in it."
"Oh bite me, Blake is my daughter and you ain't taking her away from me." Michael said. "She has my blood, my hair color and my eyes with a hint of green in them, cause I happened to be her real father in the beginning."
Blake suddenly back away from them as they started fighting again, but this time it was verbally.
They turned their attention to the frighten girl, before they came up with a solution to solve this.
"Blake, the choice is up to you." Michael said.
"Either you wanna be with me or this old fuck right next to me." Carter said.
Blake looked at Michael and then Carter as she left with a choice.
Either she can be with Carter or stay with Michael.
Here it is! The biggest choice that Blake have to make in her life!
Blake is left between them once again.
She can stay with Michael or she can be with Carter, Norah, and even her siblings she will know forever.
What will Blake's choice? Her answer will be revealed in the next chappie of Sweet and Deadly...