Mmm… Mi-key…" One year old Blake managed to says while sitting down on Michael's lap.

"Good job, baby doll." Michael said, before holding up his left hand. "Give me five…" Then Blake touched her hand against Michael's palm gently, as she looked up at him with a smile. "You did good, peanut." He said, as Blake clapped her small hands, before grabbing onto her pacifier to place into her mouth.

"What are you doing with Macey's baby?" Amanda questioned, as she walked into the living room area of their trailer home.

"She's learning how to say my name, instead of Daddy." Michael explained. "You remember how she called me, Brad and Carter the same name, but now she understands now."

"So, she able to call me Auntie Mandy now?" Amanda questioned. "I don't even believe it, Michael."

"Trust me, baby." Michael said, before holding Blake in front of him. "Blakie, who am I?"

"Mi-key?" Blake managed to say after her pacifier drop from out of her mouth.

"And who this?" Michael questioned as Amanda was standing in front of them with her face in front of Blake's.

"Mama?" Blake questioned.

"No, Auntie Mandy." Amanda corrected.

"Mama!" Blake said happliy.

"No, Blake, not Mama." Amanda said once more.

"Mama." Blake said once more.

"Blakie is a bad Blakie!" Amanda shouted angrily in front of Blake's face as the baby's eyes widened.

"Amanda, why the hell would you yell in her face?" Michael questioned, while holding Blake close to him as he rubbed her small back soothingly, knowing that she was going to cry.

"Because she kept calling her mother, which I'm not." Amanda explained, before Blake was looking at her and taken a deep breath as she gotten on her feet on Michael's lap.

"Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama…" Blake said repeatedly, while jumping up and down on Michael's lap, just to annoy Amanda by calling her that. Then Amanda left the living room, groaning in frustration of her niece calling her that.

Raindrops sounded like little rocks hitting against the front windshield as Michael groaned before he raised his head up from the steering wheel and he realized of what he did a while ago. He remembered that he drove all the way to Murrieta Heights to follow the Merryweather soldiers towards the old warehouse and they had Blake hostage in the back seats.

"Oh shit!" Michael exclaimed before climbing out of his dented Tailgater and walk towards the old warehouse, until he noticed Blake leaving the place unharmed. "Baby girl!" He called out as Blake looked up and her teal colored eyes widened, before running towards him climbing up the hill and Michael hugged his youngest daughter tightly.

"You okay, kiddo? Are you hurt? I'll have those pricks pay." Michael said, as he continue holding onto his daughter but Blake wasn't responding while hugging him back. "Hey, Blakie Bear, did they say something to you?" He questioned after letting Blake go. He can see that her formal crissom red dress had rips and tears, with glass shards hanging onto the lace satin and both of her black heels were missing.

"I'm fine… I just wanna go home." Blake replied quietly.

"You sure?" Michael questioned once more.

"I just want to go home, Michael!" Blake shouted as she removed his arm from around her. Michael's eyes widened as he was taken aback of how Blake yelled and called him by his name, instead of 'Dad or Daddy'. "Jesus, like leave me alone." She said, before walking away towards the dented up Tailgater.

Once they made it back to the De Santa house, Blake can see how much damages were done outside and inside of the Italian style house. There were so many dead bodies of Merryweather soldiers. The front green frosted glass were in huge and small shards by the first encounter of the Merryweather Soldier with the shotgun. The balcony that belong to Michael and Amanda's bedroom was in front of the porch as Blake and Ethan falling down from it when it came loose. There was only a few dark colored Declasse Granger, SUV's in the driveway blocking Amanda's Sentinel, Ethan's Buccaneer, Tracey's Issi and Carter's Bison while Franklin's Buffalo and Blake's motorcycle was in the garage.

"Baby?" Michael called out as he and Blake walked into the house.

"Michael!" Amanda exclaimed as she noticed him and ran towards him, hugging him tightly. Michael notice a bandage on her cheek where it was bleeding by Macey's knife wound. "Where did you go?" She questioned as Blake walked away from them, before Carter hugged her stepdaughter.

"I'm so glad that you're alive, Ladybug." Carter whispered softly, before kissing her soaked teal colored hair.

"She's a liar."

"What?" Michael questioned.

"Michael, Blake… has lied to us this whole time. She ran away from home just to get away from her mother." Amanda explained. "She came here to be with us as she ran away… and seven months later... She brought that fucking crazy bitch into my house!"

"Whoa, Amanda, calm down. You're probably shocked cause of this." Michael said.

"Daddy, Mom's telling the truth. Aunt Macey came here and try to kill us. Blake was the one who brought here to find us." Tracey said.

"Aunt Macey was here?" Jimmy questioned.

"Yes, you dork! We've been explained this the whole time while you were trying to calm down one of Blake's friends after what happened-" Tracey explained, before Carter cut her off.

"Mike, when you were saving Ladybug from Merryweather…" Carter started to explain, before sighing. "Someone died."

Michael and Blake's blue eyes widened as they were shock by the news.

"The hell you talking about?" Michael questioned. "Everyone's here." He said, as he looked at everyone who was in the living room area. He can see his wife and three kids, his dear friend of over 20 years and even Blake's friends, but a few were missing. "Wait… Where's Franklin?"

"And Lunchables and Christian?" Blake finished the sentence, before running towards the backyard to see Franklin having his hand on Lunch's shoulder as she held Christian's lifeless eleven year old body while she cried her eyes out.

"Chris… Christian, wake up… It's all over now." Lunch cried as her eyeliner and mascara was running down her cheeks and onto her brother's face.

"Franklin…" Blake said shockingly as he stood up and walked towards his girlfriend to hugged her.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't able to save you." Franklin said.

"I'm alright, but… What happened to Christian?" Blake questioned, before Michael and the rest of the people from the inside came outside to witness Christian's dead body in Lunch's arms.

"Oh, Jesus Christ… I can see Selena and Trevor's face now." Michael said.

"Yeah, he's gonna murder you… Not me." Carter said, crossing his arms.

"Thanks, I really appreciate the backup and help." Michael said sarcastically, before walking towards Lunch. "Hey, Lynnette… I'm really sorry about this-"

"GO AWAY!" Lunch shouted in anger. "I hate you, and I hate you the most, Blakesleigh De Santa!" She said, shocking both Michael and Blake before Lunch covered her face.

Then Blake's eyes started to water before she hugged Michael as he held her tightly. "It's okay, baby." He whispered. "She'll be alright…"

Blake hoped that was going to be true… but in the inside, she didn't believe it.

After discovering the body of Christian Jayden Solomon, Michael decided to take his family towards the Rockford Hills Hotel where Selena and Trevor are hidden. Carter and Ethan escort Max, Holly J and Olivia back home in Mirror Park and told them not to contact Blake or others within a few days and don't let anyone know what happened earlier. But somehow the youngest Sterling kid was going to be traumatize of what happened.

"Somehow it turns out to be a nightmare for Richards Majestics very own Associate Producer, Michael De Santa when his home in Rockford Hills. When De Santa and his chubby and yet unattractive son arrived at the Chinese Theatre in West Vinewood for the movie premiere of one of Solomon Richards very own movies, Meltdown. His home in Rockford Hills fill the air with gunfire as it caught the attention of the neighbors next door and across the street from the house." The news woman on Weazel News explained as she was standing in front of the gate of the De Santa's house. "They immediately call for help as soon as they stop hearing gunfire, until the police was able to find all members of the house alive including LSPD found Lynnette Haines alive, but her 11 year old brother Christian Jayden Haines was found with a gunshot wound in a shoulder and he was drowned. A death in the soon to be FIB agent's family is taken a toll on them, but there a few questions involved. Where is Selena Boxfield and Steve Haines? Who is the strange ginger haired woman we saw with Haines the other day-" Then the show paused as it showed a picture of Steve outside of Bean Machine drinking coffee with Macey.

"I guess you were telling the truth, Macey's alive." Michael said as he held the TV remote in his hand.

"Why in the hell would she hid this lie from us? She could have told us from the beginning that her mother was trying to kill her." Amanda explained.

"She couldn't, cause she was mentally scarred from all the bruises and pain inflicted on her due to her mother's problem. Macey's schizophrenic and Blake has a bipolar disorder." Michael explained.

"Sounds like she more like her mother on the inside than out when she has your hair and eyes, Michael." Amanda stated.

"Well, at least you and the kids are safe here instead of having a gun being pointed at." Michael explained. "If Blake, Frank, Ethan and the others weren't there and even me and Carter at the last minute, I could have lost you and Tracey. You should be thanking them and especially Blake."

"Why should I be thanking Blake?" Amanda questioned. "She's the one who destroyed my phone and also my fucking car!"

"No, get out of my car little girl." Amanda retorted.

"Uh I'm in the driver seat, that means I'm driving y'all to the hotel just to calm my damn nerves." Blake said, before placing the keys in the ignition of Amanda's Sentinel.

"Give me my keys!" Amanda retorted.

Then Blake smelled something that was very bad to her. It smell like something was burning on the inside of the red convertible. "Why's your car smell like burnt toast? I swear this car used to smell like cranberries." Blake stated, before Michael jog towards the car as he can smell it too.

Then suddenly he pulled Blake and Amanda away from the red convertible. "That ain't burnt toast! Get back!" Michael said, shouting the last part as the others back away from the convertible, until the Sentinel exploded in the De Santa's driveway.

As everyone was on the other side of the driveway, they can see Amanda's car burning in flames after the explosion.

"My car!" Amanda shouted.

"Well… I guess I owe you an iFruit phone and a convertible." Blake stated as Michael's arm was around his daughter's waist.

"You think?" Amanda questioned, as she looked at her.

"Yeah I do." Blake muttered.

"For the last time, those pricks put a bomb underneath your car so when someone start it up and try to escape, they won't have a chance." Michael explained once more after telling his wife about what happened to her Sentinel. "It's not Blake's fault. You keep blaming her for certain things just to get away. You don't think I know about the second time you stole an expensive dress from Ponsonbys earlier. She told me while I was in her hotel room."

"I can't believe her… Fucking brat is what she is." Amanda said, before saying the last part to her since Michael didn't hear.

"I'm gonna have to find her." Michael said.

"Who? Macey?" Amanda questioned. "Michael, I can't lose you to her. She's a lunatic like Trevor and she's after Blake, not us."

"Well, Blake's my fuckin' daughter, and I was one who left her fuckin' behind without knowing that Macey was going to be doing something horrible to her." Michael explained. "Listen… baby, we had this conversation before we abandoned Ludendorff to have this life. I was never expecting to abandon Blake. I didn't want to let her go, she was just six and a half years old and if I abandon her from her mother… She was going to ask questions as she grew."

"So, you left your child behind just to avoid answering her questions?" Amanda questioned before Michael nodded. "Michael, you are the world worse shittist father ever. Even though you lied to me, to our two kids that I gave birth to, and to your affair child to the woman I hated for so long. When am I going to see a change?"

"Amanda, I have done everything in my life to support us and even our kids, especially Blake. All the heists I pulled, I did that for you and the kids and even Blake." Michael explained. "I only made Blake cry five times back in Ludendorff. And now here she is, in Los Santos fighting for her freedom. All I ask is for you to be the mother that she always wanted, you don't want to show it because I spend more time with her then what I did with you, Tracey and Jimmy. What if something bad happens to Blake? No, what if something bad happens to me? And if Blake was crying, what would you do? Answer me that."

"What if I don't and stick to who I was to her?" Amanda questioned.

"Amanda, I love you. But you don't show me love yet after what I did with Macey and the stripper…" Michael stated. "If you don't listen to me, like you did to me in the past couple of years. I'm leaving you and I'm taking Blake with me. You'll be by yourself with our other kids."

"Then I'll be the supportive mother…" Amanda said after thinking.

"Where is it then, Mandy?" Michael questioned. "I definitely don't see it. My daughter and your step daughter is crying right now because she lost her friend believing it's her fault and that she got her friend's brother killed. She might not able to see or even talk to Lynnette once again."

"I'll try harder." Amanda said.

"Don't try. Do it!" Michael said. "Once I take care of this problem that me, Carter, Trevor, and Frank got into and once it's all over. I expect you to change. Stop treating me shit. Treat me like your husband and the father to your kids. I'll listen more, and spend more time with Tracey and Jimmy. And I expect you to do the same to Blake. Do we have a deal?"

"I agree." Amanda said.

In Blake's hotel room which was next door to Michael and Amanda's where she can walk into the next room without going outside of it, the teal haired teen was underneath the shower head as warm water was massaging through her hair and her back. Both hands were against the shower tile in front of her as she was looking down at the warm water going down the drain.

She also noticed that her teal color dye was going down the drain as the warm water was mixed in with her hair. So, she decided to wash out the blue hair dye and return back to having raven black hair like her father. After washing the teal color dye out of her hair, she started putting in a new shampoo by using the hotel's instead before scrubbing and rinsing it out.

Once she was back to the original black hair color that she was born, her back slide against the shower wall as she slowly fall to her bottom and covering her face with her arms. Thinking back to what happened at the old warehouse while Michael was unconscious for a minute, Blake was left with a choice from her mother.

"What do you want from me?!" Blake questioned both Steve and Macey after she woken up from being unconscious for a short minute, and fought back while keeping her distance away from the two.

"Why you little-" Steve gritted through his teeth, before Macey stopped him by having her arm in front of him.

"Steve, let me handle… I have a few words to speak to my little girl. Get in the car, but leaving Michael alone in his." Macey suggested, before Steve nodded. Then he walked past Blake as they gave each other a death glare, before the dark haired teen decided to spoke him and Steve jumped slightly.

"Just like that psychopathic uncle." Steve said, referring to Trevor before walking away.

"Dickhead." Blake muttered as Steve finally left and faced her mother. "What do you want, mother?" She questioned as Macey walked towards her and Blake aimed her switchblade knife that was strapped against her thigh.

"Well. It seems that you were ready to truly fight your own mother." Macey questioned, before she pulled out her handgun and aimed it at Blake. Then Macey pulled the trigger back three times, as Blake dodge the bullets by doing a fast backwards cartwheel every time she bends to avoid getting wounded. As soon as the three bullets went past her, Blake throw her switchblade knife at Macey making her dodge her head by moving to the left. "My, my, my, you've seem very fast on your feet." She said.

"Yeah, cause I learned from my dad which is Michael Townley." Blake replied, having her fists balled up with her eyes narrowed at her.

After finishing up her shower, she left the bathroom dressed in her black Love Fist tank top and her pink boyshort panties, while putting on black leggings. Being in a hotel room by herself made her feel alone in the whole world. Without Tracey, Jimmy, Ethan or not even her friends to comfort her at the moment, she was left on her own for a while. As she combs through her short black hair, she sat down on the edge of her hotel bed before thinking about her mother in the old warehouse earlier.

Blake wanted to run, lunge and grab her mother by tackling her to the ground and attack her by using her fists until she was unconscious and bleeding out her face. But Macey somehow stopped her…

"Now, now, my child. I have a deal that you and your so called family won't have to hear from me anymore and I left for good." Macey explained, before walking towards Blake until she was finally in front of her daughter, and placed her hand on her left cheek. "Will you do it for me, sweetie?" She questioned, before her index and middle finger had a strand of her teal hair between them.

"Like I betrayed them by listening to you." Blake replied.

"I promise you… Once you do, I'll leave for good. I'll let you stay with Michael and that fake family of his, unless you do me a favor which involves two different decisions. Macey explained, before both of her hands were on her daughter's cheeks.

"What is it?" Blake questioned after giving herself a few seconds to think about it.

Blake stayed up late in her hotel. She stayed up watching YouTube videos on her iFruit phone, while watching the clock go by.

3:52 am. That was such a late hour for her, when she usually be asleep three or four hours ago. She was thinking about her mother's decision while being on her phone, before seeing a text message from 'M' which stands for Mom or Macey.

'Don't forget about our deal or else. Love you, sweetie XO'

Blake sighed before tossing her phone onto the nightstand and covering her face with her hands. "I have to do this, or she'll won't leave me and the others alone before the deadline." She said to herself, before closing her eyes and heading to sleep.

"I want you to kill someone for me. If you can do it and prove that you're Michael's daughter, I'll leave you alone for now on and let you stay here." Macey explained once more.

"Who do you want me to kill?"

"One is Steve Haines. If I try to kill him with my own hands, they'll trace it back to me and I could get the death penalty. I know another way that you can kill him. I left a sniper rifle with a suppressor in a locker at the train station for you to use." Macey explained, after removing her hands from her daughter's cheeks. "I expect him to be killed during his little one hour special on his little show. And to let you know where is he going to be at, it will be at Del Perro Pier. He'll be using the ferris whale."

"You want me to kill a federal agent and get the death penalty if I get caught?" Blake questioned.

"Like I said, I don't date dicks." Macey said. "You want to hear the other person I want you to kill?"

"Who's the other person?" Blake questioned.

Now it was 5:28 am. Blake was dressed in black hoodie while keeping her pajamas on, before slipping on her black low top with the teal blue laces in them. Then she went into her bags to pull out her pistol, before reloading a new clip into the gun. She placed the gun on the bed, before tying her rabbit mask behind her head.

"Time to go." Blake said to herself, while looking at the door that leads to Michael and Amanda's hotel room.

"The second kill is to break Michael's little heart. I hate it this woman for a very long time, and it will be a quick and easy kill. I suggest using the direct approach." Macey explained.

"Wait… You want me to kill…" Blake questioned slowly.

Blake sneak into Michael and Amanda's hotel room as they were both facing away from each other as they slept. She slowly walk towards Amanda's side of the bed as she had her pistol close to her at her right hip, before aiming it at Amanda's forehead.

"Yes… I want you to kill Amanda. That bitch that Michael calls a wife and a mother to his two children." Macey finished Blake's sentence as her teal colored eyes widened at the second choice.

So Blake is left with two different choices. Either she can kill Steve Haines or Amanda De Santa.

What will be her choice in the future chappies? Will she kill Haines in order for him not to press charges against Michael and the others? Will she kill Amanda in order to break Michael's and others hearts, and prove that she's more than just a sweet and innocent girl, and will be left with consequences?