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Authors Note: This si my first Fanfic so ppl be nice. Im only 15 and read ons of fanfic so I decided to give it a shot. So ppl tell me if I suk and ya remember its my first time. REVIEW PLZ! And tell me if I should add on more or stop cuz I suck. Thanks and enjoy!
Chapter 1.
It hade been two years since I left Dom and the team. The two longest years of my life. I had packed up during the night and left as quietly as I could. The coward's way out u could say. I didn't want to make a scene. My life with Dom revolved around sceans. Him cheating, me finding out, then me leaving and then coming back. But this time things changed. I never did end up coming back. It made two years that I was alone. And to tell you the truth I didn't care anymore. That's what Dom did to me. I had always been the tough girl, who could always take care of herself. But I never really needed to. I always had Dom and the team. But now, I was alone and learned to live alone. All the cheating and lies killed me. Emotionally all I was, was a stone wall that no one could get through. I had moved to Baja, Mexico. Alone with hardly any money and no memories from the life I used to have. The only thing I kept was my car. My pride and joy, I guess. Funny how things happened. Dom used to always talk about coming here with me. Baja used to be a dream place for me. Some where that I knew I would be happy in. But now Baja is simply Baja.
Three innocent people died after the heist. Vince, Jesse, and an innocent baby. God I was pregnant and I hadn't even known. I found out when I was lying there alone in that cold hospital bed waiting for the doctor to tell me what was wrong. I'll always remember those words till the day I die. I'm so sorry but you miscarried your child.
They said that I was lucky I was still alive. That the impact to my stomach could of killed us both. That it was a miracle that I came out with simply a concussion and a couple if broken ribs. They told me that I should be thankful that god spared me. I quit believing in god after that day. How could god spare me and not an innocent child? Everything that I believed in since a was small crumbled to my feet on that day.
Dom never found out that their was a child. I never told him. When I got back to L.A I wasn't the same person anymore. Jesse had died by a gunshot to his lungs. By the time they had gotten him to a hospital it was too late. The same thing happened to Vince. He was in critical care for two days. Then one morning Mia called crying saying that he had died during the night. The doctors said it was because he had lost too much blood.
I blamed it all on Dom. When I think about it now I know I was wrong but back then all that was left in me was rage and darkness. I had lost my baby, Jesse and Vince. All because Dom wanted to make some easy cash. He had said only this last time and then we would stop. Because of that one last time my family died. I died, and I lost everything that I had worked so hard to get. For two months I told myself that I would get over it. That in time I would learn to forgive Dom. But that never happened.
I would simply lock myself in my room and cry all day in the dark. I had changed and everyone saw that. Dom used to stay home and try to talk to me but I would never listen. Then he started going out and he wouldn't come back for days. That's when I found out he was cheating on me.
One day I decided I would try to go out with Mia. So we went to one of the races. When i got there, of course Dom was surrounded by skanks. But he wasn't pushing them away like he used to do. Then I saw him lift one of them up and say that she was his trophy. His trophy? I was his trophy!
Then all I remember was everything going dark and feeling myself fall to the pavement. That night when I woke up I was in my bed. That's when I realized nothing could ever be the same again. I would never forgive Dom and forget what happened. So I had to leave. I packed my stuff in a duffle bag and left without a word. No note no explanation. I just left.
So here I was. Two years later working at a drive in, wondering if I would ever be happy again. I really doubted it.
Letty. Letty!...LETTY! I heard someone screaming my name from the kitchen.
Ya sorry. My boss was looking at me like I had gone crazy. I knew she was going to fire me soon. I always got to work late and was always dreaming. God waitressing. Who would of thought? The only reason I still had this job was because Mrs.Dasilva was friends with my mom when she was still alive. But I knew it want going to last. So I slowly walked to the back room dragging my feet that were sore from wearing these stupid shoes. Who ever designed these damn uniforms was a total ass that had no clue what the word comfort meant.
Leticia someone called this morning looking for you. They said it was important so I told them that they could reach you at the motel. Some one was looking for her. She had no friends here in Baja. She hardly went out and when she did it was only to go racing for a bit of cash to pay for food and rent. It couldn't be anyone from L.A. No one knew where she went.
Did you ask who it was? If it was anyone from L.A and they had found out where she went. She would have to leave. She wasn't close to being ready to see them again. None of them.
No, chicka. I'm sorry I was really busy I just gave them the number to your room. They seemed like they knew you so I wasn't really worried or anything. Great now someone was looking for her. She had to leave.
Letty quickly went to grab her purse and car keys and left the diner without saying goodbye. If some one was looking for her she had to move and fast. It might be Mia or some one she owed money two. She didn't care who. All she knew was that, either way she was in shit.
Letty ran to her car, got in and put her key in the ignition and pressed on the gas. Rubbing her tiers on the pavement she took off towards her motel. Hoping that no-one had found her yet.