I knew I had to be quiet, coming into the house. I knew he was home and I
knew if I made a sound, it'd just end up in a beating. Aren't fathers
suppose to love their kids? I thought as I quietly made my way to my room.
I quickly pushed that thought to the back of my mind and concentrated on
getting to my room quietly. Too late. I tripped over a shoe. "Shit" I
cursed under my breath. I felt someone gripping my arm and then hot breath
on my neck.
"Where the hell have you been?" He whispered in my ear.
"I-I-I- was doing homework." I stuttered, knowing already I was screwed because he wasn't gonna believe that. I'd actually been at the garage with Dom working on a couple of cars.
"Right," he growled gripping my arm even tighter as he threw me against the table. As my back connected with the edge I took in a sharp breath, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. I dropped to the floor.
After my mom died, he started beating me. Just to let his anger out, he thought it was my fault she died...and it probably was. I was used to this by now, its just every time it sort of caught me off guard.
I don't remember much after hitting the table except being kicked in the stomach, and my head hitting something hard. When I woke up, I was lying on the floor and something sticky was around me everywhere. I tentivly reached up a hand to feel the back of my head groaning as it made contact with the wet spot. I tried to sit up but ended up just falling back down again. I cursed and wondered how the hell I was suppose to get up, but most of all, where was my father? Right before I could start worrying about that I heard the front door open quietly.
Oh no. I thought expecting another beating like the first. I slowly crawled to the edge of the fridge so it was hiding my beaten body. As soon as the person had come in they left. I thanked god as I slide out from the side. I knew I wasn't going to be going anywhere tonight. I was suppose to go to the movies with my boyfriend Jesse, but it wasn't going to be happening tonight.
I slowly stood up already knowing I had more than one broken rib. I got dizzy all the sudden and grabbed onto the table knowing if I toppled over I'd fall into something. I made my way to the couch and sat down.
Before I go any farther I might as well explain about Dom, Jesse and the rest of the team. Ever since I was a little kid I'd been interested in things that boys were but not girls, what can I say? I'm a tomboy. Cars, bikes, anything I could get my hands on. When I got put in the hospital for an eating disorder I met Jesse. Jesse had been shot, while racing or something like that I never fully got the whole story. Then I met the rest of the team. Vince, Dom, Leon, Mia, and Letty.
After we got out, Jesse and I started dating and the Torretos became like family to me. It was the first place I ever felt like I really fitted in. Then my mom died. Then the beatings started. Jesse nor anyone else of the team knows about it and I didn't want them to know. I picked up the phone debating on who to call first Jesse, or Dom. Dom because I'd have to tell I couldn't work the next day and Jesse canceling our date. I decided to call Jesse first. I dialed to number and listened while it rang. Finally someone picked up.
"Hello?" It was Mia.
"Hey Mia, can I talk to Jesse?" I asked quietly. It hurt to talk.
"Yea chica, hang on." She replied happily. I tried to sound somewhat better but it hurt to breath let alone talk. Before I could try anything else Jesse came on the phone.
"Hey baby," Came his voice over the phone.
"Hi Jess, listen I'm not gonna be able to make it tonight." I replied trying to sound cheerful. The truth was I was scared shitless.
"Why not, Lexi?" I didn't want to stutter but I had to say something.
"I-I've got to work on one of my cars." I said.
"Alexia," He started using my full name. "You're lying, now tell me why you really can't." He said sounding concerned. I laughed nervously. I hated lying to him so much, it hurt.
"I've got to study for a final that's coming up next week but I promise I'll come over tomorrow." As soon as the words were out of my mouth I regretted them.
He sighed. "Ok baby, I'll see you then." I could almost see him running his hands through his hair, being the worry-wart he is.
"Ok," I said, "And Jesse...?" I asked before hanging up.
"Hmm?"
"I love you," I said.
"I love you too, Lexi." With that I hung up. I probably should have asked to talk to Dom then but I decided to call his cell. I called, but there was no answer to I left a message telling him the same thing I told Jesse. After I hung up, I groaned. Now the hard part: cleaning up.
"Where the hell have you been?" He whispered in my ear.
"I-I-I- was doing homework." I stuttered, knowing already I was screwed because he wasn't gonna believe that. I'd actually been at the garage with Dom working on a couple of cars.
"Right," he growled gripping my arm even tighter as he threw me against the table. As my back connected with the edge I took in a sharp breath, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. I dropped to the floor.
After my mom died, he started beating me. Just to let his anger out, he thought it was my fault she died...and it probably was. I was used to this by now, its just every time it sort of caught me off guard.
I don't remember much after hitting the table except being kicked in the stomach, and my head hitting something hard. When I woke up, I was lying on the floor and something sticky was around me everywhere. I tentivly reached up a hand to feel the back of my head groaning as it made contact with the wet spot. I tried to sit up but ended up just falling back down again. I cursed and wondered how the hell I was suppose to get up, but most of all, where was my father? Right before I could start worrying about that I heard the front door open quietly.
Oh no. I thought expecting another beating like the first. I slowly crawled to the edge of the fridge so it was hiding my beaten body. As soon as the person had come in they left. I thanked god as I slide out from the side. I knew I wasn't going to be going anywhere tonight. I was suppose to go to the movies with my boyfriend Jesse, but it wasn't going to be happening tonight.
I slowly stood up already knowing I had more than one broken rib. I got dizzy all the sudden and grabbed onto the table knowing if I toppled over I'd fall into something. I made my way to the couch and sat down.
Before I go any farther I might as well explain about Dom, Jesse and the rest of the team. Ever since I was a little kid I'd been interested in things that boys were but not girls, what can I say? I'm a tomboy. Cars, bikes, anything I could get my hands on. When I got put in the hospital for an eating disorder I met Jesse. Jesse had been shot, while racing or something like that I never fully got the whole story. Then I met the rest of the team. Vince, Dom, Leon, Mia, and Letty.
After we got out, Jesse and I started dating and the Torretos became like family to me. It was the first place I ever felt like I really fitted in. Then my mom died. Then the beatings started. Jesse nor anyone else of the team knows about it and I didn't want them to know. I picked up the phone debating on who to call first Jesse, or Dom. Dom because I'd have to tell I couldn't work the next day and Jesse canceling our date. I decided to call Jesse first. I dialed to number and listened while it rang. Finally someone picked up.
"Hello?" It was Mia.
"Hey Mia, can I talk to Jesse?" I asked quietly. It hurt to talk.
"Yea chica, hang on." She replied happily. I tried to sound somewhat better but it hurt to breath let alone talk. Before I could try anything else Jesse came on the phone.
"Hey baby," Came his voice over the phone.
"Hi Jess, listen I'm not gonna be able to make it tonight." I replied trying to sound cheerful. The truth was I was scared shitless.
"Why not, Lexi?" I didn't want to stutter but I had to say something.
"I-I've got to work on one of my cars." I said.
"Alexia," He started using my full name. "You're lying, now tell me why you really can't." He said sounding concerned. I laughed nervously. I hated lying to him so much, it hurt.
"I've got to study for a final that's coming up next week but I promise I'll come over tomorrow." As soon as the words were out of my mouth I regretted them.
He sighed. "Ok baby, I'll see you then." I could almost see him running his hands through his hair, being the worry-wart he is.
"Ok," I said, "And Jesse...?" I asked before hanging up.
"Hmm?"
"I love you," I said.
"I love you too, Lexi." With that I hung up. I probably should have asked to talk to Dom then but I decided to call his cell. I called, but there was no answer to I left a message telling him the same thing I told Jesse. After I hung up, I groaned. Now the hard part: cleaning up.