A/N: This is my first venture into this fandom as a writer. I have been a fan the beginning. I will be introducing an OC and she will be a love interest for someone, I hope I surprise you with the twist. (It won't be Dom or Brian) The events of all the movies have taken place expect for three because I love Han but I will be dealing with those events later and my own take of Fast and Furious 7. Please read review and enjoy. Constrictive Criticism Always Welcome. Heavy abuse in this story and dealing with it. Will go up to M later.

Chapter 1 Introductions

Josey looked around at the hell hole that she had been dragged to. If it wasn't for the situation that she was currently in she might have liked the neighborhood if she hadn't been here all but against her will.

Josey Walsh was living where any eighteen year old might want to live, L.A. it may have not been the best neighborhood but it was nice. She had only been living there for a few days when it happened for the first time since she had been back. She had taking the stock 1967 black Chevy Impala for a ride and drove around for a few hours, getting acquainted with the area and the neighborhood.

She walked through the front door and smelled the alcohol before she even made it all the way in the living room. Dale was setting there in a wife beater and ripped blue jeans he had heard the door open. "Where in the fuck have you been?" He screamed as he through a bottled at her, she dodged barely missing her, but when it hit the wall beside her a shard of glass cut her across the check. "Dad I was out getting to know the neighborhood putting in a few applications trying to get a job." She called back. She didn't want to make the last few steps into the living room she knew as soon as she did that more violence would happen.

Dale knowing his daughter and the fact that she was about to bolt got up and stumbled into the living room, he jerked her up by her right arm and backhanded her across the face. "Go to your god-damn room and stay there. See if you go out tomorrow with that whelp of shame on your face." Josey ran upstairs to her room and slammed the door; she collapsed on her bed and began to sob she missed her mom so much.

After about three am she had heard his bedroom door close and the sound of him passing out on his bed. Josey got out of bed and crept across the hall to the bathroom. The cut on her check was deep and would scar, and her eye was already bruising. She despised him with everything in her. She had lost her mother when she as fourteen years old and had been thrown from her home of Alabama to California and left the only real friend she had ever had behind, Sean. She had worked at her school the first time they had lived in Cali without her father finding out and saved the money and ran away to New York, but her father had hired a private detective and drug her back her a few days ago.

She snuck down the stairs to the kitchen and made herself a small sandwich and grabbed an icepack for the black eye. She quietly went back to her room.

She woke to the front door slamming and the sound of the old Chevy truck starting up; Dale was headed to work at the factory across town. Josey got up and slipped into a blue t-shirt threw on a pair of pants, and her doc martins. She fixed herself a strawberry jelly sandwich. She went to the front door and found her keys were not where they were supposed to be, perhaps she had left them in the car. She jogged outside and checked the ignition, they were gone, and he must have taken them with him. She had to find a job that was close and that she could walk to and work the same hours he did so that he would not know that she was saving money to get the hell out of there.

Josey stepped out hoping; that her neighbors that tended to party quite often was still asleep. She walked down the road and a Hispanic woman in her thirties stopped her. "Hey chica what happened to your face?" The girl asked as she nodded at her. The lies were beginning again. "I came in last night and my dad had forgotten to turn the porch light and I tipped and fell, cut it on a rock." The eighteen year old girl lied smoothly. "Don't let it get infected." The older woman said, Letty didn't believe it for one minute, she had heard a bottle break last night while she was getting some fresh air after a nightmare about the wreck that had cost her, her memory.

Dom and Brian came home from the garage they know owned together tried and exhausted. Letty and Mia had fixed a nice rib dinner for everyone. Jack was almost a year old now and was babbling away, you could understand mama, dada, unc, aunt, and car. He had his daddy's eyes, mama's hair and his uncle Dom's nose. He was a Toretto and O'Conner all the way. Letty had been extremely tried lately and not feeling too well, she decided to turn in early and Mia had taken Jack upstairs to put him to bed, and she had planned on getting to read for the first time in what felt like forever. Brian and Dom stepped out on the front porch with their Coronas in hand. They had settled in for some quite time of there own.

Josey had made sure to be back before the old man knew she was missing, she had even taking the time to cook him dinner. It wasn't much but it was good food, she even sat him out a cold beer. He came home about eight that night whiskey on his breath. He walked in went straight to the kitchen. Josey had already put the food up but was more than willing to heat it up and serve him. "Why the fuck ain't my food ready you damn little bitch!" He yelled as he reached over and slapped her on the same check that he had backhanded her on the day before. She couldn't stop the scream from escaping her lips.

Dom froze and listened, he thought he heard a scream come from their new next door neighbors. Letty had said that she had seen a young girl out walking with a gash on her face and a black eye. "You hear that Brian." Dom asked pausing before taking a drink. "Yeah. Probably just some kids having fun." Brian said dismissively. Maybe Letty hadn't gotten around to telling Brian and Mia what she had seen that day.

"Daddy please stop." Josey begged. "Why the fuck would I do that? "I'm gonna beat some fucking sense in your head yet girl. You're about as useless as your whore of a mama." He yelled with venom dripping from his voice. "How fucking dare you, you old drunken bastard." She stood up and launched her self at him. He threw the young girl easily down on the hard tile floor. She might have weighed 130 pounds soaking wet. "You've done it now you bitch." He said with deadly calm in his voice. He ripped his belt off and began to beat her with it making sure to use the buckle. She tried not to scream, it only made it worse when she did.

A shrill scream pierced the air, and Dom knew he wasn't crazy. He jumped up out of his seat and headed toward the house next door. Brian had heard it as well, he followed his brother. As they reached the door, they heard a girl begging a man to stop. Dom wasted no time. He kicked in the door and stormed through the stranger's house. He jerked the man off of the girl and threw him into his living room. "Brian get her out of here." Brian helped the girl up. She tried to stand on her own, but it wasn't happening. "Hold on. Let me help." She said trying to pick her up, she batted his hand away. "I have to get the keys to my baby, before I go or he will sell her." "Which one is yours?" "The impala." She cried out through the tears.

"Get under the table and I will find your keys, when that big man comes in her tell him what I'm doing and go with him." Dom had seen that he man was unconscious and headed toward the kitchen. The young girl who looked barely eighteen was cowering under the table. "Come her baby girl." Dom said in a clam voice. "I don't think I can." She choked out. "Give me your hand." The girl extended a shaky hand out toward the older man. He helped her get to her feet; he then scooped her up in his arms as if she was as light as a feather. "Do you know where my brother went?" He asked her. "He's getting the keys to my baby." Dom liked this young girl, she was going to be a Toretto now and there was nothing that anyone could do. Dom carried her out of the house and little did he know that Letty had gone downstairs to look for him. She was standing on the porch. She could tell that he was carrying someone in his arms. She rushed down the stairs and on to the sidewalk. "What's going on?" She asked as she saw the severely beaten girl in his arms. "I'll explain later. Get her in the house." Dom said. "Can you stand baby girl?" He asked. "No. My back is hurting so bad." She said crying. "Han." Letty yelled. The Asian came outside; he had shown up and was downstairs when Letty woke up looking for Dom. He could see that something was wrong. He jogged to the meet the others. "Take her inside and you and Letty don't leave her side." Dom handed the girl to the Asian and stormed back to the house he and Brian had rescued her from.

Dom had just reached the front steps when Brian came out. "I'm going to take her car to our place. Where is she?" He asked. "Han and Letty took her inside." Dom and Brian crawled into the car and started it up and she sang. It was still all stock but she sang.

Letty had gone and woken Mia up and she had came down stairs, she had the most medical experience out of the all. Mia quickly went to work on the young girl. Dom and Brian had arrived and walked into the living room. "What in the hell happened?" Letty demanded. Josey flinched she felt as if she was intruding and the Hispanic woman she had met earlier that day before was pissed, Letty wasn't pissed she was angry, why hadn't she done anything for the poor girl herself. "We heard her scream and took care of it." He answered. Mia was cleaning the cuts and abrasions on her face gently. "Well looks like we got ourselves another stray." She said jokingly. "Looks like." Letty said and smiled at the young girl. Josey felt at ease maybe this wouldn't be to bad and se could stay with them till se got on her feet.