Leave Me Alone
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Fast and Furious, they are the property of their creator.
A/N: This is a reposting of the original story because it was deleted because it apparently went against the rules of the site. So this version of it will not have any sex scenes in it. Or at least not as detailed as the original one had and I will try to keep as much of the original story in it as I can.
Summary: Brian tries to rebuild his life following his release from Lompoc after he handed Torretto his keys at the end of the first film and let him go but the police and others are not finished 'punishing' him yet. However someone comes back to save him.
WARNING: This going to have some adult themes running through it along with some strong language. If you are under 18 DO NOT READ. NON CON, VIOLENCE, SUICIDE ATTEMPT, SLASH!
It was the end of a long day as Brian wearily walked up the stairs of the cheap hotel he was staying in following his release from Lompoc. He had been sent there when he had given Torretto, his 'mark' his keys and allowed him to escape. To say that the police and FBI were unhappy about what he had done was an understatement, he had been fired from the police and sentenced to 18 months in Lompoc for aiding and abetting a fugitive.
Brian grimaced as he walked up the three flights of stairs to the small bedsit type room that he had managed to rent following his release, for $20 dollars a day he had a roof over his head. Although it was not much of a roof, if a place could be considered a slum, then this hotel was definetly one. There was mould growing up the walls in the corners and along some of the skirting boards where the present owners could not be bothered to sort out the damp that was everywhere in the place and wallpaper could be seen peeling from the walls in the few places that was still papered, most of the walls were a vomit coloured green. The stairs creaked with every foot that stepped on them and a few of them had holes in them where the boards were missing, Brian got to the landing where his room was and had to step over two wino's asleep in the hallway and other degenerates who Brian would of, when he had still been a cop would have moved on but now he let them stay and sleep, eventually getting to his own room and opening the door. The whole hallway stank of cheap booze and piss.
The room was sparse, the only furniture was a single bed in the corner of the room and a chesterdrawers opposite it just under the window. There was a small alcove that held a sink that Bian used for washing himself and the odd dish or mug he had. The walls were pinted with the same vomit green coloured paint as the rest of the hotel and there was mould growing on the walls.
The window that led to the metal stairs that ran down the outside of the building would only open halfway due to the window frame being bowed and Brian hoped that the hotel never caught fire because he knew he would probaly die in it. A part of him longed for it, he wanted to die and had done so since since the first night in Lompoc when he had to fight off his cell mate who thought Brian would make a good bitch. During his time in prison, Brian had got into more than a few fights, protecting his dignity and his ass.
The other inmates had hated Brian, to them he was a pig even though he was a convicted one and they had made the eighteen months that Brian had been inside absolute pure hell for him and the guards had encouraged it, often turning away and looking the other way when ever Brian was attacked. He had been lucky though in one way after the fight with his cell mate, some of the other inmates had made attempts to rape Brian but they were thwarted at every attempt. The Aryan Brotherhood had for some reason, unbeknown to Brian at the time had gone out of their way to protect Brian from the indignity of becoming someones bitch. The beatings they had allowed but not the other, Brian had been pretty relieved over that until the last night he was in Lompoc, since the other prisoners knew that Brian was going to be getting out soon, the beatings and fights had increased to the point that he could not go out of his cell without a guard so he was placed in solitary confinement for the last week of his incarceration. Brian had not minded because it meant that no one could get to him or so he had thought, on the very last night that he had spent in Lompoc, the Aryan Brotherhood had been allowed to enter his cell and they had got their payment for protecting him. The following morning Brian had walked with a stiff limp out of the hellhole that was known as Lompoc.
Brian stared around at what was now his home in despair, the rent was due and he had no means of paying it. He knew the sleazy manager would be coming for the money soon, banging on the door and threatening Brian with eviction. He was not the cocky confident guy that he had been before prison and the hell he had gone through in the last eighteen months, Lompoc had broken him especially what had been done to him that final night.
BANG BANG BANG!
Brian flinched as he heard loud banging on the door, he hesitantly went to open the door as the manager started shouting through it.
"O'CONNOR?...I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE...OPEN UP."
BANG BANG BANG!
"O'CONNOR, I'M NOT MESSING ABOUT...YOU OPEN THIS DOOR OR I'LL HAVE THE COPS EVICT YOU...MAYBE SOME OF YOUR OLD COLLEAGUES WILL GET YOU OUT...I'M SURE THEY WOULD LOVE TO THROW YOUR USELESS ASS DOWN THE STAIRS."
As Brian opened the door, the manager shoved the door forwards, knocking him backwards onto the floor by the bed. The sleazebag who ran the place smirked down at the man who appeared to be cowering on the floor by the flea pit that was a sorry excuse for a bed, he had wanted to see him on the floor at his feet right from the moment he had entered the hotel on the day of his release, He had known about Brian and where he had been for the last eighteen months from his cousin Vinny worked as a guard at Lompoc.
"Well have you got my money," he demanded of Brian.
He knew he didn't but he wanted to torment the guy. He liked the feeling of power he had over him, knowing that Brian was desperate and it was something that he planned to exploit. Brian who was still on the floor shook his head, staring at the ground in defeat. The sleazebag smirked gleefully.
"Well it looks like you are out of here then..." He paused for a moment watching Brian as he tried to control how he was feeling about being evicted. He could see the fear in the younger mans eyes and knew instinctively that persauding Brian to work for him was going to be no problem at all, well he did not think it would be.
"Of course O'Connor, there is one way that you could stay here. If you work for me, now I normally just have girls who work for me but you're pretty enough to be a girl and I do have certain clientel who would love to get their hands on you."
Brian looked at the sleazebag in horror, he knew what else the douchebag did. Some of the other rooms he rented out for $10 an hour to some of the local prostitutes many of whom worked for the guy who now stood over him. He continued to stare at the man for a few minutes before dropping his eyes to the ground again.
"Make your choice O'Connor...either work for me or you are out on the street."
A/N: What will Brian do? Find out in the next chapter. As I have stated this is a reposting of the original story and I will try and keep as much of the original story in it but obviously I have to change somethings to keep it from being deleted again. Please review and let me know what you think, whether you like this new version or even if you perferred the old one.
