Hey guys! Here's my new story, read and review please!
I do not own any of the characters from the fast and the furious.
It was July 4th. It was supposed to be a day of celebration but it was the worst day of my life.
I remember it so clearly. The whole team was dancing, singing and drinking outside by the pool when I saw something that I had almost completely forgotten.
You see, my Mother and Father were in a lot of debt before my Father died. My Mother ran away when I was 12 and I never saw her again.
My parents had been involved in drug crime and we had moved from Puerto Rico to the States when I was a little girl to hide from the police. We had been travelling around for years before my parents finally decided to stay in L.A. My Father had had a friend in the LAPD and a friend in the FBI. They promised him that if he paid them enough, our location would remain hidden and we would be safe in L.A.
For a while, it seemed like we were going to be able to have a normal life, but unfortunately my Father had a disagreement with his friend in the FBI. He said that he was under a lot of pressure and could no longer hide us and my Father offered to pay him double if he managed to keep us hidden for a few more months. The man asked for the cash and my Father said he would have it by the next month.
The next month arrived and even though I was only a little girl, I knew that my Father did not have the money. The mysterious man from the FBI came to our house and demanded that my Father paid him and when he told the man that he didn't have the money, the man was outraged and left screaming that we had not seen the last of him.
To make matters worse, a few weeks later my Father was diagnosed with Cancer and was told that he only had a few months to live. I was only 9 and I had no idea about how to cope with the loss of my Father, so I started staying away from the house and hanging out at cafés which is how I met Mia and the team. My Mother ran away with a new boyfriend a few years later.
And now, 13 years later, my past has returned to haunt me. Standing in the road was someone that I had hoped never to see again.
Standing in the road was the man from the FBI.
I do not own any of the characters from the fast and the furious.
It was July 4th. It was supposed to be a day of celebration but it was the worst day of my life.
I remember it so clearly. The whole team was dancing, singing and drinking outside by the pool when I saw something that I had almost completely forgotten.
You see, my Mother and Father were in a lot of debt before my Father died. My Mother ran away when I was 12 and I never saw her again.
My parents had been involved in drug crime and we had moved from Puerto Rico to the States when I was a little girl to hide from the police. We had been travelling around for years before my parents finally decided to stay in L.A. My Father had had a friend in the LAPD and a friend in the FBI. They promised him that if he paid them enough, our location would remain hidden and we would be safe in L.A.
For a while, it seemed like we were going to be able to have a normal life, but unfortunately my Father had a disagreement with his friend in the FBI. He said that he was under a lot of pressure and could no longer hide us and my Father offered to pay him double if he managed to keep us hidden for a few more months. The man asked for the cash and my Father said he would have it by the next month.
The next month arrived and even though I was only a little girl, I knew that my Father did not have the money. The mysterious man from the FBI came to our house and demanded that my Father paid him and when he told the man that he didn't have the money, the man was outraged and left screaming that we had not seen the last of him.
To make matters worse, a few weeks later my Father was diagnosed with Cancer and was told that he only had a few months to live. I was only 9 and I had no idea about how to cope with the loss of my Father, so I started staying away from the house and hanging out at cafés which is how I met Mia and the team. My Mother ran away with a new boyfriend a few years later.
And now, 13 years later, my past has returned to haunt me. Standing in the road was someone that I had hoped never to see again.
Standing in the road was the man from the FBI.
