Author: RaceGirl17
Title: Hiding from Herself
Rating: M for later chapters
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from TFTF, nor am I am amking any money from this. I am borrowing them for my own games. All characters that were not in the movie belong to me (They wanted to play too. It remains to be seen if they play well with others.)
Summary: Echo Park is a family's chance at a fresh start, but what will happened to them when they find out you cannot hide from how you are.
Feedback: Please this is my first ever fanfic and would love to know what you think.
Pairing: Dom/Letty, Vince/ OFC
Author's Note: I had started this fic a couple of years ago on another site. I decided to move it here and continue with it.
Chapter One – Change of Scenery
Rylie slowly rolled over and stretched. Opening her eyes she smiled at the little boy standing next to her bed.
"Did you have a good day at school, Revlin?"
The little boy stared at her with solemn eyes and nodded his head up and down.
"That is good, sweetie." Rylie always hoped that her brother would tell her about his day, but all he ever did was nod. He had spoken very little in the three months since their mother had died.
Rylie was hoping that their new home and his new school would help him move on. Echo Park was a chance for their family to start over, a place where no one knew about their past. Rylie knew that it was not going to be easy, but she hoped that it would be better.
"Lets get a snack." Rylie told the little boy as she slipped out of bed. Reaching down she took his hand and led him downstairs. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Rylie poked her head into the living room.
"Hey, Ronin, do you want a cookie?"
The three-year-old looked up from the television, a big smile on his face.
"Chocowit chip?"
"Of course." Rylie smiled back at him.
Ronin dashed past his brother and sister and into the kitchen. He was climbing on to a chair when they entered the room. Revlin quietly sat down next to his brother. Rylie placed a plate of cookies in front of the boys. Reaching into the fridge for the milk, she found an empty shelf.
"Reminton Leigh!" Rylie yelled. When there was no response she walked out of the kitchen and yelled up the stairs again.
"What!" the teenager replied coming down the stairs.
"I only asked you to do two things today; pick up the boys and stop at the store for a gallon of milk. The boys are in the kitchen but the milk isn't."
"I forgot the milk. I am sorry, but you could have gone to the store instead of laying around in bed all afternoon." Remi snarled.
"I start my new job tonight. I need your help Remi; I can't do this by myself We have to do this together. This job is good money, money we need."
"You made good money before, easy money. We had money for things. We had a good life and you took it away. I hate it here and I hate you!" Remi stormed up the stairs.
As Rylie turned to go beck into the kitchen she heard Remi's bedroom door slam shut. Sighing she poured the boys juice. She tried to reassure herself that every 17-year-old hated their parents. Remi didn't have any parents so she hated the closest thing she did have, Rylie.
The rest of the evening went quickly. Rylie spent time with the boys. Remi refused to leave her room. Rylie made the boys dinner, too nervous about her job to eat much.
Leaving the boys to watch the Lion King, she got ready. Part of her was glad she didn't have to wear a uniform, but the other part was scared that she would wear the wrong thing. Finally she settled on flare jeans and a black baby tee. She completed the outfit with her favorite black boots. She kept her make up simple, doubting she would have time to take it off before she dropped Revlin off at school.
She tucked both boys into bed, before grabbing her leather jacket and purse. She stood outside Remi's door, unsure of what to do. Finally she knocked softly.
"The boys are tucked in. I left the number of the club on the fridge if you have any problems. Good night." She waited for Remi's response, when none came, she left.
Locking the front door behind her, Rylie walked up to her car. She slipped behind the wheel and started the engine. She groaned as she let the car idle. The little Chevy was nothing like the Mazda she used to drive. Her midnight black RX7 had been a graduation present from her step father. He had had the car customized especially for her. That car easily beat anything it went up against. Remi was right that had been good money, easy money. It had supported them after their stepfather died and their mother couldn't. When their mother had died the money simply hadn't been enough to pay all of the debts. There had been two mortgages on the house, the medical bills, the cost of the funeral, and then supporting them four of them. Rylie had tried to keep them a float but when the life insurance company refused to pay out, the bills became to much. She used every dime she had to settle the bills. The bank had taken the house. To be hones she didn't miss it, that house had stopped being home years ago. Her beautiful car had provided the down payments on their new house and the Chevy.
Slamming the car into gear Rylie glanced into her rearview mirror. The house across the street caught her attention. Several high performance cars were parked in the driveway. "Great," Rylie thought to herself. "I had to buy the house across from racing central." Pulling out of the driveway she cursed under her breath. "Echo Park is the place to be if you are a street racer after all. I knew that, part of why I chose this neighborhood." She had never actually attended a street race in Echo Park, her car may have been that good, but she wasn't. There was good money to be made even in the smaller circles. Movin here had seemed like a good way to stay close to the action, but she wasn't sure that she could stay away. Speeding down the street she cranked the car's stereo, wondering how her first night would go.