A/N: This is a remake of the original titled Saving Angels and Fighting Demons. I had a request by Ersy that Han live and get to be with my OC Josey. I had to delete this as I had already started posting it because my computer decided to act crazy and post the wrong chapter and I didn't feel like fighting with it so I just deleted it and started over. Read Review and Enjoy.
Chapter 1
Saving Josey
Josey looked around the two story home that she had been forced to live in. It was nice, downstairs was a decent sized living room and a cozy kitchen, yet still good sized and upstairs held two decent sized bedrooms and one full size bathroom. It was beautiful. The house was painted a nice light blue color and had white shutters it really was nice to look at. The neighborhood was nice and quite accept for their neighbors that had partied for the last two nights. That didn't bother her though, if she had a normal life she might even have been brave enough to go over and introduce herself and hang out with the people, but her life was anything but normal. She lived in a constant state of hell and fear for her safety and her own life. This wasn't her home just walls that kept her held prisoner, it was a death sentence.
Josey Walsh was living in one of the best places to live, it didn't matter that it wasn't the Ritz she was living in L.A. it was a nice place a good neighborhood. Any eighteen year old would want to be where she was, and she had only been there for two days. Josey had taken her 1967 Chevy Impala for a ride, checking out the neighborhood and putting in a few job applications. Maybe this time it would be different then the last, but in her gut she knew that wasn't true.
She walked through the front door and smelled the alcohol; she had barely even closed the door. Dale was setting in the recliner watching his football game in a dirty wife-beater and ripped faded blue jeans. She knew that if he looked at her his icy blue eyes would look almost dead, glazed over. "Where in the fuck have you been? He screamed. "I was getting acquainted with the neighborhood and looking for a job so that I can help." Josey said hoping the promise of money would calm his anger. He threw his bottle of whiskey at her, she dodged or she would have been hit in the face with it, but it had shattered against the wall and a piece had gashed her face under her right eye.
Dale saw the fear in his daughter's eyes, she looked so much like her mother and that angered him more. He stood up and backhanded her across the face hard enough to knock her down. "Go to your god-damn room and stay there. See if you go out with the shit all over your face." Josey ran up the stairs thankful for the exit. She slammed the door and collapsed on her bed sobbed. She missed her mom and step-dad so much.
After three in the morning she heard his bedroom door close and the sound of him passing out. Josey crept out her door and across the hall to the bathroom and cleaned herself up, the cut under her right eye would scar maybe it wouldn't be too bad. The right eye was already a nice shade of purple. "Fuck." She cursed silently. She prayed that she could use enough makeup to cover everything. She crept her way slowly down the stairs and into the kitchen; she fixed herself a small peanut-butter sandwich and a small cup of milk. She ate it quickly and washed and dried what dishes she had used and put them up.
She finally fell asleep for a few hours, until the front door slammed shut and the roar of his old Chevy truck fill the driveway. She waited till she heard him leave. She got up and grabbed a long-sleeved t-shirt, a pair of ripped blue jeans and her favorite black doc martins. She grabbed her small stash of make up and went across the hall and began applying the make up. As she looked at her face she realized that she hated the man that was her father, she missed her mother so much but she had died when Josey was fourteen. They had lived in Alabama and when her mother died she had been forced to live with her father in California. She remembered those days. The abuse had been all coverable nothing a long sleeve shirt or a little makeup wouldn't hide, but she couldn't take it. She worked for the first semester in her junior high school and saved her money, took her impala and drove and drove. Somehow she had ended up in New York, but he had drug her back just a few days ago he had found her with the help of a private detective. It was like she was his property and that no one else could have her. She didn't understand the monstrous thoughts in his head or the atrocious beatings he put her through.
She walked down stairs and back into the kitchen, her stomach was growling the only thing that she had eaten was the day before was the small sandwich she had had in the middle of the night. She made a sandwich of strawberry jam and peanut-butter and another small glass of milk. It felt so good on her stomach that she wanted to moan.
She decided that today she was going to go out and find a job and be home before he was. She had taken her keys out of her pocket the night before and laid them on the coffee table, she went to pick them up and they were gone, that son of a bitch had taken the keys to her baby, but the plan was still the same get a job and save money. She had waited tables before in New York and had been good at it maybe she could find a job at a diner somewhere.
She stepped out and prayed that none of her neighbors would see her, but one of her next door neighbors was out. A Hispanic woman in her early thirties was out front of the house all the partying took place at. Josey tried to act as small as possible, maybe she would ignore her, but that wasn't the case. "Hey Chica what happened to your face?" The woman asked as she nodded at her. Josey sighed inwardly, she hated lying but she had become good at it over the years. "I came home late and Dad forgot to turn on the porch light I tripped and hit a rock. I know it's a pretty good shiner." Josey said with a small laugh. "Those rocks can be nasty bitches. You ever need a place to kick it come on over Chica." Letty didn't believe her for an instant. She had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks and she knew abuse when she saw it. She had been fortune enough to have a loving family but not all her friends had, her childhood best friend; Marie had been killed by her father. Josey walked off, the fucking lies and started again and tears of anger swelled in her eyes. She hated the hand of life she had been dealt.
Dom and Brian had come home from the garage and diner the crew had together and they were exhausted. Mia had the day off and had spent it with Jack, but now she and Letty was cooking fried chicken for their men and friends. Jack was a little over a year old and was babbling away and for the most part he was coherent. He had Mia's eyes, Brian's hair and Dom's nose there was no mistaking him for an O'Conner or a Toretto.
Letty decided to call it an earlier night, nightmares still plagued her sleep from the time that Shaw had her and some memories were mixed in as well it was hard for her to tell what was real and what was a nightmare. Jack had passed out in his daddy's lap, playing Grand Theft Auto with his Dad and Uncle Dom. Mia picked him up and carried him up the stairs and laid him down, for once she was going to get to read, it had been so long since she got to curl up and get lost in a book. Tej and Roman were saying their goodbyes they had planned for a couple of girls to meet them at their place.
Dom and Brian grabbed a couple of ice cold Coronas and headed out front to enjoy some quite time of their own. They sat in complete silence and enjoyed the company of one another. Nights like that they thanked God for everything they had and missed the ones they lost. Chance had brought them together but God had made them family.
Josey made sure that she was home before the old man even knew that she was missing. She had even taking the time to cook him dinner. It wasn't much but it was nice, her mom's spaghetti complete with homemade sauce and garlic bread. It was almost seven and he still wasn't home. She put the food up and was getting ready to go to bed when she heard the old truck pull up the driveway. It screeched to a halt in and Josey knew that he had been drinking. She cursed under her breath. He stumbled through the door and Josey could smell the whiskey on him and she was all the way in the kitchen.
He stumbled into the kitchen in a drunken stupor. Josey was fixing to start reheating their dinner when he yelled at her. "Why the fuck is supper not on my table?" He slapped her in the same place that he had backhanded her on the night before. Josey struck out against him, but it was useless he was six foot four and weighed two hundred and seventy pounds and she was barely five foot five and weighed one hundred and thirty pounds. He hit her with his fist and she screamed, she had tried to hold it back but it wasn't happening. Josey was a lot of things but she refused to roll over and be a victim.
Han had pulled up and joined the guys in drinking a cold beer. He still hadn't left for Tokyo he knew he needed to soon but he wanted to stay a while longer just in case Tokyo held his last adventure.
Dom had his bottle of Corona half up to his lips when he thought he heard a faint scream he froze and listened. Letty had told him about the conversation that she had with a young redheaded girl that day. "Did you hear that guys? Dom asked. "No." They both answered. Maybe Dom was just imaging things.
"Dad please stop." Josey pleaded groping around on the floor for something to defend herself with. "You disobeyed me. You left today. You're whoring around like your mama and you're about as useless as she was too." He yelled. "How fucking dare you, you old drunken son of a bitch." She yelled grabbing a fork and stabbing him in his thigh. He backhanded her and blood flew from her lips. "You stupid fucking little bitch." He said in a deadly calm voice. He hit her again in the face with a meaty fist, and then proceeded to kick her. She tried to hold back the scream that was ripped from her throat as he struck her again.
A scream of terror laced with fear pierced the air and Dom knew he had heard that and so had the other two men. They all jumped up and headed toward the house next door. They reached the door and heard a girl screaming, crying and begging someone to stop. Dom wasted, no time he threw all of his weight behind him and kicked the door off the hinges and stormed through the house. He jerked a man off of a redheaded girl and punched him. The man fought back and Dom fought harder. The girl crawled underneath the table and watched. Dale fell backward and an Asian man reached his hand out to her she went to reach for it but she saw her father pull a switchblade from his pocket. "Watch out!" She screamed out. Brian saw it just in time and grabbed the man's arm and twisted it behind him with a snap. Han grabbed the girl by her hand and pulled her toward him. "Get her out of here and call the cops now!" Brian ordered as he and Dom fought the big man in the house. Han scooped her up and got her half down the street when he called out for Letty. She rushed down the stairs when she saw Han with the same girl that she had seen earlier that day in his arms. She was covered in blood and looked like she was barely moving.
Letty sped up and met Han. "What in the hell happened to her?' "Her dad was beating her Dom and Brian is still fighting with him he said call the cops. Can you get her in?' Han said as he handed the girl off to Letty. "Wait my keys to the Impala are in his pocket someone bring my car back." The girl said with tears running down her cheeks. Han ran back to his friends who had the man subdued and pinned on the floor. He was cussing them and calling them all sorts of names but Dom and Brian stood fast in restraining him. "Letty's got the girl and called the cops."
Ten minutes later blue lights filled the yard. Han waited outside for them. A female officer walked up and asked what had happened. "My buddies and I were setting on our front porch drinking a beer talking when we heard screams. We rushed over and entered the house and pulled the man off of his daughter and took her back to my buddy's house but before he pulled a knife and tried to stab my buddy. They have him subdued in the living room." Han gave his statement then headed back toward Dom's to check on the girl. Something about her had caught Han's attention.
Mia was down stairs cleaning the cuts and bruises that covered her face, back, arms, and legs. She was lying on the couch in her bra and panties and she was bruised badly. "How is she?" Han asked Letty she stood in the door way watching as the cops made their way toward her house. "She's going to be sore and bruised for awhile but we don't think anything is broken." Letty answered. The same female cop that had taken Han's statement walked up. "Miss Ortiz I was wondering if I could ask Miss Walsh a few questions and get some pictures of her injuries and take it from there." "Is there going to be any charges brought against my old man or his brother in law or my friend here." Letty asked taking a very intimidating stance with her arms crossed. "No m'am we are going to consider this a citizen's arrest." Letty let the woman pass through.
She talked to Josey and took her statement and took several pictures of the abuse her body had sustained. They probably couldn't bring her father up on too many charges considering it was domestic, her being a legal adult, but he would spend a few days in jail and go before a judge. He might get sentenced to AA and some community service but most likely just get a fine, but if he ever crossed the line and tried to hurt her on someone else's property they could have several charges filed against him. They gave her some pain relievers and a fresh set of clothes that belonged to Mia and she fell asleep on the couch and Han stayed the night crashing on the love seat.
