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Summary: Letty has loved Dom since she met him, but she never thought she would have chance with him. After years, of cruel teasing and harsh treatment from Dom, she finally begins to get over him. By her sixteenth birthday, she realizes she just might be able to live with out him. But as Letty is getting over Dom, he is falling in love with her. Will Dom be able to tell Letty how he feels? Will it be too late? Each chapter will alternate POV between Dom and Letty.
A/n Ok I liked where my song fic was headed so I decided this is going to dig deeper into that plot and turn in it an entire story.
Dom's POV
Leticia Garcia has always been the definition of a pest. Ever since she was nine years old, she would follow me and V around trying to help us and show off. We always told her to go play with Mia, to learn to cook and clean, since the house was where she would spend the rest of her life. Yeah, we were mean to her, we picked on her, but she was a tough little kid. She never let us see her cry, even though we always heard her up in Mia's room whining like a little baby. Every time she would get ready to leave though, she always dried her eyes and kept her head up as she said goodbye to my father. She would always say 'Catch ya lata!' to me and V, like we were actually her friends.
I remember one really hot summer afternoon, Dad was out at the racetracks and me and V got out my dirt bike. Even though my dad had said not to, we filled the tank up with gas and were going to go riding. I jumped on and tried to start it, but it would only putter and then die. Finally after about 8 or 9 tries, I got off and V brought out the tools. We set to work right away with Letty watching us from the porch. "Your not doing it right," she would say every few minutes before something would snap off or oil would splash us in the face. Her giggles rung in my ears as I became more and more annoyed with her and the bike.
"Fine!" I stood up, "If your so smart, you do it." Joy washed over her face and she climbed down the steps eagerly. She bent down next to the bike and grabbed a wrench. After a few moments, she stood up. Eyeing her suspiciously, I climbed on the dirt bike, and to my surprise, it started. My temper soared and I threw the bike onto the pavement.
"So what if you can fix a bike. Big deal," I was furious at being shown up, "Go home, Letty, no one wants you anyways." For the first time since I had know her, I saw her eyes tear up and a single salty tear fell down her cheek as she ran into the house. I felt bad for making her cry I felt like and ass, but some fourteen-year-old, flat chested, little tomboy would not show me up, I wouldn't let her. Picking up my bike, I put it back in the garage and picked up the tools. Vince face was frozen with shock as he looked towards the house.
"You know, she was just trying to help, man," Vince tried to reason with me, but I wasn't listening.
"No, she's just some skinny ass little punk," I replied wiping off my hands.
"But she fixed it didn't she?" Vince countered as we walked towards the door.
"So what if she can fix things. Besides that's a man's job, she's never gonna be a real woman." Vince opened the door and Letty sat totally still on the couch. She turned her tear-stained face towards us and her large, ebony eyes met mine. The hurt in those eyes nearly caused me to break down right then, but I was sixteen, I was a man now, and men didn't cry. Breaking away from her gaze I walked into the kitchen and grabbed two Coronas from the fridge, what my Dad didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
"V!" I bellowed from the kitchen, delighted in how deep my voice was getting, "Let's go out back, I got beer." V ran into the kitchen and we made our way into the backyard. We sat with our legs swung over the edge of the porch with our backs to the door. Sipping the beers very, very slowly, we talked about the new car Dad was getting me after I got my license and how V was trying to get with this girl named Danielle at school. We were so busy talking; we didn't even hear the car pull up into the garage. Letty ran out the backdoor and quickly grabbed our bottles from us. She ran over to the fence, and tossed the bottles over.
I was just about to bitch her out for wasting good alcohol, when my father came outside. "Hey boys," he walked over and looked down at us. We must not have been masking the guilt very well because his eyebrows arched, "So what have yall been doing all day?"
"Nothing," my voice cracked as I answered him. He gave me a suspicious glance and then said hi to Letty, who was no walking back over to the porch. He walked inside, calling for us to wash up for dinner. Me and V quickly washed our hands and covered up our breaths while Letty set the table. V had lived with us for forever, ever since we were 5 he had always been here. Letty, well Letty was supposed to be Mia's friend, but Mia was too girlie for Letty and well she just wasn't cool enough for me and V. So Letty basically lived at our house because she had an abusive stepfather and a crack whore for a mother.
Dad came back down stairs after changing and went to the fridge to grab a cold beer. He muttered something and then turned around to us. "Who took two beers?" he asked, eyeing the three of us.
"Uhh.." I began when his glance came to me.
"I did!" Letty lied. I looked at her, jaw on the floor. V wore the same surprise as Letty faked a guilty conscience.
"I'm sorry Mr. Ray," she stammered, looking at her feet, "I had never had a beer before, and well it was really hot out today, so I tried one and since I liked it, I had another. I am really sorry about it and I will do anything to make it up to you."
"Well, Leticia," my father only used any of his children's names, real kids or not, when he was pissed or disappointed, "This really comes as a shock to me. I suppose I will have to punish you in one form or another. Go up to Mia's room without dinner and I will talk to you after supper." Letty climbed the stairs without so much as a backward glance at V or me. I felt like the lowest thing on the planet right then. I couldn't believe she had taken the heat for us.
Dad started dinner, his brow furrowed in thought as he cooked. He was making his delicious lasagna tonight. Letty loved his lasagna and it made me feel even worse that she wasn't getting any. V helped get drinks while I made the garlic bread. Mia was apparently staying at a friend's for the weekend. Why had Letty done that for us? Even after all the shit I put her through today? Dad didn't talk while we ate, but I knew why. He had never had to punish Letty for anything before. She had never done anything to upset him because she always felt so privileged to be a part of our family.
Once me and V were done clearing the table, Dad called Letty downstairs. Letty kept her head up as she walked downstairs, honorably taking the punishment she didn't earn. She always kept her head up, even when it would've been impossible for anyone else to do so. As I stood looking at her come into the kitchen, I felt a serious pain stab through me. I guess it was guilt, but right then I looked at Letty in a new way. She was, brave. Brave, I never thought I'd use that word to express Letty, but now that I think about it, she is. She grew up in a broken house, with only the comfort of her friend Mia's house. I had never really stopped to think about how we might all affect Letty. I mean she only came out of that abusive environment she had to call home to come over here where we teased and nagged her all day. My father's voice brought me back from my thoughts.
"Letty," he said taking her small, callused hand, "I love you as though you were my own daughter, but what you did today was completely out of character for you. I cant believe it was you instead of these guys," Dad looked up and cracked a smile at me. My heart dropped. He was trying to make light of the situation.
"I want you to wash these dishes and then go back up to Mia's room where you will stay for the rest of the night." Letty only nodded and walked over to the sink. Dad grabbed a beer and went to watch the race in the living room. She began scrubbing the dishes and V gave me a weird look.
"Here, Let," V said walking over to her, "Lemme help you." He looked back at me as though I was supposed to come help too. Letty glanced back at me and I went and grabbed a towel. V handed me dishes after he rinsed them and I would dry them. With three of us working the job was done in no time. I had finally worked up the balls to thank and apologize to Letty. I walked over to where she was putting up dishes. "Letty?" I asked when she was finished. She just turned and looked at me, like a deer caught in headlights. Her gaze searched mine and I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry. Pushing past me, she walked up the stairs and I heard Mia's door shut.
"Dad," I walked into the living room, "Can I take Letty some food?"
"Yes," his eyes didn't leave that TV, "And thank her for covering for your ass."
"Huh?" I nearly choked on my words.
"Did you really think I would believe Letty would do that. I knew it was you two the whole time."
"Then why did you punish her instead of us?" I asked, completely loosing all chances at denying it.
"Because, she chose to take it for you guys, which means you must mean a hell of a lot to her and because now you two owe her, big time." He just kept watching the cars drive around the track, his voice never raised or threatening. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and walked back into the kitchen. V had gone, probably upstairs to watch TV in my room. I fixed Letty a plate of lasagna and garlic bread and stuck it in the microwave. Once it had heated, I went up to Mia's room and knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in," her voice quavered and I knew she had been crying. She was wiping her eyes as I walked in. Her large black eyes found mind and all I could do was hold out the plate of food.
"Thanks," she said as though she expected me to leave right away.
"Letty," I said sitting down on the bed. I think that was the first time I had actually said and not yelled her name. Clearing my throat, I continued, "Thanks for taking the heat back there. And me and V are sorry for making fun of you today." Her eyebrows went up and her eyes began to water again.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry," I said pulling her close, her head resting on my chest.
Summary: Letty has loved Dom since she met him, but she never thought she would have chance with him. After years, of cruel teasing and harsh treatment from Dom, she finally begins to get over him. By her sixteenth birthday, she realizes she just might be able to live with out him. But as Letty is getting over Dom, he is falling in love with her. Will Dom be able to tell Letty how he feels? Will it be too late? Each chapter will alternate POV between Dom and Letty.
A/n Ok I liked where my song fic was headed so I decided this is going to dig deeper into that plot and turn in it an entire story.
Dom's POV
Leticia Garcia has always been the definition of a pest. Ever since she was nine years old, she would follow me and V around trying to help us and show off. We always told her to go play with Mia, to learn to cook and clean, since the house was where she would spend the rest of her life. Yeah, we were mean to her, we picked on her, but she was a tough little kid. She never let us see her cry, even though we always heard her up in Mia's room whining like a little baby. Every time she would get ready to leave though, she always dried her eyes and kept her head up as she said goodbye to my father. She would always say 'Catch ya lata!' to me and V, like we were actually her friends.
I remember one really hot summer afternoon, Dad was out at the racetracks and me and V got out my dirt bike. Even though my dad had said not to, we filled the tank up with gas and were going to go riding. I jumped on and tried to start it, but it would only putter and then die. Finally after about 8 or 9 tries, I got off and V brought out the tools. We set to work right away with Letty watching us from the porch. "Your not doing it right," she would say every few minutes before something would snap off or oil would splash us in the face. Her giggles rung in my ears as I became more and more annoyed with her and the bike.
"Fine!" I stood up, "If your so smart, you do it." Joy washed over her face and she climbed down the steps eagerly. She bent down next to the bike and grabbed a wrench. After a few moments, she stood up. Eyeing her suspiciously, I climbed on the dirt bike, and to my surprise, it started. My temper soared and I threw the bike onto the pavement.
"So what if you can fix a bike. Big deal," I was furious at being shown up, "Go home, Letty, no one wants you anyways." For the first time since I had know her, I saw her eyes tear up and a single salty tear fell down her cheek as she ran into the house. I felt bad for making her cry I felt like and ass, but some fourteen-year-old, flat chested, little tomboy would not show me up, I wouldn't let her. Picking up my bike, I put it back in the garage and picked up the tools. Vince face was frozen with shock as he looked towards the house.
"You know, she was just trying to help, man," Vince tried to reason with me, but I wasn't listening.
"No, she's just some skinny ass little punk," I replied wiping off my hands.
"But she fixed it didn't she?" Vince countered as we walked towards the door.
"So what if she can fix things. Besides that's a man's job, she's never gonna be a real woman." Vince opened the door and Letty sat totally still on the couch. She turned her tear-stained face towards us and her large, ebony eyes met mine. The hurt in those eyes nearly caused me to break down right then, but I was sixteen, I was a man now, and men didn't cry. Breaking away from her gaze I walked into the kitchen and grabbed two Coronas from the fridge, what my Dad didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
"V!" I bellowed from the kitchen, delighted in how deep my voice was getting, "Let's go out back, I got beer." V ran into the kitchen and we made our way into the backyard. We sat with our legs swung over the edge of the porch with our backs to the door. Sipping the beers very, very slowly, we talked about the new car Dad was getting me after I got my license and how V was trying to get with this girl named Danielle at school. We were so busy talking; we didn't even hear the car pull up into the garage. Letty ran out the backdoor and quickly grabbed our bottles from us. She ran over to the fence, and tossed the bottles over.
I was just about to bitch her out for wasting good alcohol, when my father came outside. "Hey boys," he walked over and looked down at us. We must not have been masking the guilt very well because his eyebrows arched, "So what have yall been doing all day?"
"Nothing," my voice cracked as I answered him. He gave me a suspicious glance and then said hi to Letty, who was no walking back over to the porch. He walked inside, calling for us to wash up for dinner. Me and V quickly washed our hands and covered up our breaths while Letty set the table. V had lived with us for forever, ever since we were 5 he had always been here. Letty, well Letty was supposed to be Mia's friend, but Mia was too girlie for Letty and well she just wasn't cool enough for me and V. So Letty basically lived at our house because she had an abusive stepfather and a crack whore for a mother.
Dad came back down stairs after changing and went to the fridge to grab a cold beer. He muttered something and then turned around to us. "Who took two beers?" he asked, eyeing the three of us.
"Uhh.." I began when his glance came to me.
"I did!" Letty lied. I looked at her, jaw on the floor. V wore the same surprise as Letty faked a guilty conscience.
"I'm sorry Mr. Ray," she stammered, looking at her feet, "I had never had a beer before, and well it was really hot out today, so I tried one and since I liked it, I had another. I am really sorry about it and I will do anything to make it up to you."
"Well, Leticia," my father only used any of his children's names, real kids or not, when he was pissed or disappointed, "This really comes as a shock to me. I suppose I will have to punish you in one form or another. Go up to Mia's room without dinner and I will talk to you after supper." Letty climbed the stairs without so much as a backward glance at V or me. I felt like the lowest thing on the planet right then. I couldn't believe she had taken the heat for us.
Dad started dinner, his brow furrowed in thought as he cooked. He was making his delicious lasagna tonight. Letty loved his lasagna and it made me feel even worse that she wasn't getting any. V helped get drinks while I made the garlic bread. Mia was apparently staying at a friend's for the weekend. Why had Letty done that for us? Even after all the shit I put her through today? Dad didn't talk while we ate, but I knew why. He had never had to punish Letty for anything before. She had never done anything to upset him because she always felt so privileged to be a part of our family.
Once me and V were done clearing the table, Dad called Letty downstairs. Letty kept her head up as she walked downstairs, honorably taking the punishment she didn't earn. She always kept her head up, even when it would've been impossible for anyone else to do so. As I stood looking at her come into the kitchen, I felt a serious pain stab through me. I guess it was guilt, but right then I looked at Letty in a new way. She was, brave. Brave, I never thought I'd use that word to express Letty, but now that I think about it, she is. She grew up in a broken house, with only the comfort of her friend Mia's house. I had never really stopped to think about how we might all affect Letty. I mean she only came out of that abusive environment she had to call home to come over here where we teased and nagged her all day. My father's voice brought me back from my thoughts.
"Letty," he said taking her small, callused hand, "I love you as though you were my own daughter, but what you did today was completely out of character for you. I cant believe it was you instead of these guys," Dad looked up and cracked a smile at me. My heart dropped. He was trying to make light of the situation.
"I want you to wash these dishes and then go back up to Mia's room where you will stay for the rest of the night." Letty only nodded and walked over to the sink. Dad grabbed a beer and went to watch the race in the living room. She began scrubbing the dishes and V gave me a weird look.
"Here, Let," V said walking over to her, "Lemme help you." He looked back at me as though I was supposed to come help too. Letty glanced back at me and I went and grabbed a towel. V handed me dishes after he rinsed them and I would dry them. With three of us working the job was done in no time. I had finally worked up the balls to thank and apologize to Letty. I walked over to where she was putting up dishes. "Letty?" I asked when she was finished. She just turned and looked at me, like a deer caught in headlights. Her gaze searched mine and I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry. Pushing past me, she walked up the stairs and I heard Mia's door shut.
"Dad," I walked into the living room, "Can I take Letty some food?"
"Yes," his eyes didn't leave that TV, "And thank her for covering for your ass."
"Huh?" I nearly choked on my words.
"Did you really think I would believe Letty would do that. I knew it was you two the whole time."
"Then why did you punish her instead of us?" I asked, completely loosing all chances at denying it.
"Because, she chose to take it for you guys, which means you must mean a hell of a lot to her and because now you two owe her, big time." He just kept watching the cars drive around the track, his voice never raised or threatening. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and walked back into the kitchen. V had gone, probably upstairs to watch TV in my room. I fixed Letty a plate of lasagna and garlic bread and stuck it in the microwave. Once it had heated, I went up to Mia's room and knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in," her voice quavered and I knew she had been crying. She was wiping her eyes as I walked in. Her large black eyes found mind and all I could do was hold out the plate of food.
"Thanks," she said as though she expected me to leave right away.
"Letty," I said sitting down on the bed. I think that was the first time I had actually said and not yelled her name. Clearing my throat, I continued, "Thanks for taking the heat back there. And me and V are sorry for making fun of you today." Her eyebrows went up and her eyes began to water again.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry," I said pulling her close, her head resting on my chest.