1/12/00, Ludendorff…
Macey had walked in on a horrifying scene when she heard her niece's screams and cries… and immediately acted, kicking Amanda down.
Amanda screamed as she hit the floor, the belt falling from her hand and Macey picking the sobbing three year old up into her arms.
"Violet, you alright?" Macey asked. "Did she hurt you?"
"I… I just wanted to know where Daddy is!" Carly sobbed, Michael having been staying with Carter, Macey and the kids because Amanda kicked him out after catching him in bed with a stripper… and consequently, the young stripper was shoved out the window and crashed onto an Infernus, breaking her hip.
"Don't worry, Carly, Daddy's at home with us." Macey said.
"Auntie Macey… I don't feel safe here with Mommy." Carly says quietly, burying her face into Macey's shoulder and Macey lightly stroking Carly's disheveled hair.
"It's alright... I'm gonna take you to Daddy right now." Macey said.
The redhead clung onto her niece, taking her away from the house as Amanda yelled that she was gonna call the cops.
But Macey ignored her, putting Carly in Blake's car seat and driving away from there.
At the Grant house after being checked out at the ER, Macey and Michael walked into the house.
"I'm glad you called me when you did, Macey…" Michael says, quiet enough so he wouldn't wake his sleeping daughter.
"Hey, Carly's my niece and I saved her from Amanda." Macey said, looking at Carly.
"Amanda went too far this time." Michael says, Macey kissing Carly on her forehead as Trevor walked in with Blake hanging onto his back.
"Mommy, Uncle Mikey!" Blake greeted happily.
"Hey, Blakie Bear." Michael says, Blake climbing off of Trevor when Michael sat down with Carly in his lap… and Blake seeing part of the welt sticking out of Carly's purple shirt.
"What happened to Carly, Uncle Mikey?" Blake asked.
"Aunt Amanda… was bad and didn't behave." Michael says, Ethan walking in with Carter and pulling his jacket off.
"Hey, guys… and girls." Carter greeted, Ethan ran and hugged his sister, Blake.
"Something happen?" Ethan asks, resting his right hand on Carly's reddened and tearstained face.
Carly flinched instinctively, Ethan lightly brushing her hair back. Although only seven, he knew trauma when he saw it.
Present time…
"So glad to be out of there." Carly says after she was discharged from the hospital. "Really, Johnny?" She says as he took her out of the passenger seat and into his arms.
"You were nearly killed in that attack, Darlin'. You need to rest your legs." Johnny says.
"It's just bruises on them, Johnny." Carly says, Carter lightly ruffling his niece's brown, violet and silverish purple hair.
"Still a strong little girl, aren't ya?" Carter asked.
"I did try to walk without crutches when my leg was still broken." Carly says, Johnny putting her on her bed once they were in the room.
Carter saw several pictures around, some were recent ones of Carly… but there was one that stood out, the one of Carter holding Carly when she was a few hours old.
"I still have most of the pics from Ludendorff." Carly says, Carter seeing the one of Carly and Blake when they were newborns and Carly's right hand in Blake's left.
Carter remembered that day… it was like Carly knew what the adults in her and Blake's lives were doing then.
A few hours later…
Johnny's oversized black shirt doubling as sleepwear, Carly couldn't seem to settle down… it was as she walked downstairs that she looked up… and jumped back in a startled manner.
"How the hell did you get in here?!" Carly asks, Ethan looking at her.
"I drove here, what do ya think?" Ethan asked.
"I think you need to stop stalking me before you end up as dead as winter grass." Carly said coldly.
"Well, I'm sorry… I was looking for Blake, but instead I found you, little bitch." Ethan said.
"Shooting myself in the foot by asking this question… what the hell happened to you in these past nine years?!" Carly says, Ethan startled at that.
"You don't even wanna know, beside people change and Blake and you change as well… Is Blake hiding something, like how did she know about our lives here?" Ethan asked.
Carly was about to respond when Ethan was slammed into the wall, struggling to breathe as Johnny was choking him.
"Hey, biker boyfriend…" Ethan said.
"How about I choke you til your eyeballs pop out, Ethan?! Carly's your damn cousin and you turned violent to her!" Johnny growled, Carter hearing the commotion and running in, pulling Johnny off of Ethan and nudging him towards Carly, who was frozen in shock.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Carter yelled. "Why the fuck are you doing here, Ethan?!"
"He broke in and started trying to terrorize her again." Johnny says, holding Carly in his arms and trying to get her to respond to him. It resulted in her holding onto him but no words left her mouth.
"You must be asking for it again?" Carter said, taking off his belt.
"I just wanted to know where Blake is!" Ethan says, Carter tossing him out the door.
"I don't think Blake wants to see you again, son." Carter said.
Carter closed the door, turning and seeing Carly looking up, her violet eyes looking at him as if to say "Is he gone?".
"Don't worry, Violet, he's gone…" Carter said.
Carly nodded, Johnny taking her into the room as Michael dragged a drunken Franklin into the house.
"This one drunk dialed me, out of his mind and asking if I had any female friends around his age!" Michael says, Carter laughing slightly.
"Well, maybe I should recommend my daughter…" Carter laughed.
"Hell yeah!" Franklin slurs, Michael shushing him.
"Come on, son, time to sleep it off." Michael says, guiding Franklin to the couch.
Three days later…
Carly rubbed her sleepy eyes, finding herself at Johnny's side as he slept soundly, snoring away.
'Damn, he's a loud snorer…' Carly thought, Blake in the doorway and watching them.
"Well, ain't this cute?" Blake laughed, having her arms crossed.
"Where'd you slip off to last night?" Johnny asks after opening his eyes and seeing Blake, remembering that Blake left the house after days of yelling between the family.
"I sorta hung out with someone…" Blake said, now blushing.
Carly was about to reply when Franklin walked upstairs, handing Blake a cup of coffee.
"Somehow we got separated from each other in the crowded bar." Franklin says.
"And… somehow one thing lead to another." Blake said, before sipping her coffee slowly.
Carly nodded, feeling calmer… she liked that they were getting along with each other.
Fully awake, Carly got ready for the day… and could hear Righteous Slaughter 7 blaring from her brother's room.
"Jimmy, turn that bullshit down!" Carly said loudly, beating her hand against the wall.
"Fuck you Carly! Shove your earbuds in your ears and drown it out!" Jimmy shouted.
"Hey, fatso, you shut the fuck up!" Blake yelled, from the hallway walking into Carly's room.
"Welcome to the insanity that is my older siblings." Carly says, her phone chiming. "I'll be back."
Carly left, reaching Murrieta Heights and the camera zoomed in on her, her flipping it off.
"Fuck you, Lester! You gonna let me in or what?" Carly says.
The door opened, Carly walking in.
"I was wondering when you'd show up." Lester says.
"I've had a rough few days… are there any more leads to her?" Carly says.
"Nope I did keep tabs on her, she stayed up there for a year before completely disappearing. To be honest Carly, I think she's dead." Lester says.
"I knew that'd be a possibility…" Carly says, sitting down and Lester lightly tugging on one of her dip dyed curls.
"I think it would be for the best. Imagine if she knew that Michael was still alive, she would be super pissed." Lester says.
"As well as Carter and Blake… and me. Look… I was gonna ask you something but I'll do it later. Stay safe, Lester." Carly says before leaving, feeling deflated.
As she walked through the Vinewood area, Carly started thinking everything through… and got so distracted that she didn't notice the driver until she had gotten hit in her right hip.
"You forget how to use your horn?! Have some respect for pedestrians!" Carly yelled, kicking the lights in on the Jeep and leaving, the tall brunette blinking in shock.
"Oh! You've got to fucking joking!" She growls.
The woman climbed out and examined her car, growling in anger before dialing a number.