TITLE: What I Always Wanted

AUTHOR: Nothing

RATING: R, for now. Course language, self mutilation due to depression.

CATAGORY: Het

PAIRING: Dom/OFC

SUMMARY: A new girl (Jess) comes to town. She's not like all the other girls, she's punk/goth. Dom likes her individuality and they become involved. But Jess has some problems she needs to come to erm with, and maybe Dom and the crew can help her out.

DISCLAIMER: The usual. I don't own any of the Fast and the Furious characters, Jess, Tyson, and Morgan are mine. Don't sue me! I'm not making any money.

FEEDBACK: If you plan on reading my fic, then plan on giving me feedback as well. Tell me if you don't like it, tell if you like it. Any criticism is good!

ARCHIVE: Hells ya!

NOTES: Jess suffers from depression, she cuts herself sometimes, so deal with that for a while. Her brother is an ass and likes to hurt her.

The radio was blaring and could most likely be heard from three blocks away. 'What I always wanted' by Kittie, flowed through the car, surrounding Jess. Letting her actually feel the music inside of her body.

She could feel the rattling her car made as she drove. Luckily her next door neighbor told her about Toretto's Garage, which was located about two blocks from her. She pulled into the drive way and saw several heads pop out from various places in the garage, giving her annoyed looks for disturbing their work with her loud music.

She turned off her car and grabbed her disc-man off of the passenger side seat and popped out the Kittie CD that was in her car stereo and popped it into her disc man. She got out of her car and walked into the garage. A girl with black hair put back into a pony tail, looked at her as if she smelt something sour. A man covered in tattoos looked her up and down and smiled at her mischievously, she looked straight in his eyes and fingered him before continuing to walk towards the office. She knocked on the door and a tall muscular man with a shaved head came to the door and opened it for her, letting her in.

He looked her over . She had short, spiky purple hair, with a thick strand hung to the side. She wore a small black tank top with a metal mesh over tank. The shirts showed off her pierced belly. Her black pants had multiple zippers all over them, and a strap that went from the back of each pant leg and hung over to the other leg. The pants ended half way down her shins where you could see black and red striped stockings and black combat boots on her feet. She had multiple cuffs littering her wrists and a collar with a bondage ring and spikes on it, around her neck.

She had black eyeliner and and black eyeshadow surrounding her eyes, and dark purple lipstick that matched her hair.

"Hey, I'm Domonic Toretto," he said as he held out his hand for her.

"I'm Jess. Nice to meet you," she said as she shook his hand quickly.

"Is that your car parked in my drive way?" he asked her, pointing at her 1969 Dodge charger.

"Yeah. It is. That's what I came to talk to you about. It's making a rattling noise, and I know Jack Shit about cars, except for how to race 'em. Think you can help me?" she said as she looked at her car.

"Yeah, no problem. I have the exact same car in my garage at home. It's a nice piece of machinery. I'll check it out today and I'll give you a call tomorrow." he said with a smile.

"Okay thanks!" she said as she put her headphones on and blared music in her ear and began to walk away.

"Hey!" Dom called after her, but she couldn't hear him. He ran after her and stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and pulled her headphones out of her ears.

"Yes?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"I can't call you unless I have your number Jess," he said with a chuckle.

"Oh! Shit yeah...sorry. Uhhh...do you got a pen?" she asked. Dom went searching in his pockets and finally retrieved a pen from one of them. She took it from his hand and placed his hand in hers as she scribbled her number on it hurriedly.

"Thanks. I'll call you tomorrow," he said as he slowly turned and gave her a slight wave.

"Oy!" she called to him. He turned to see her tossing a set of keys his way. He caught them in his hand and continued to walk towards his office.

Jess slipped her headphones back in her ears and walked away, to march the two blocks down the street to where she lived. Dom watched as Jess walked down the street from his office window. Her head bobbed as she listened to her music.

"Hey, she's kinda a hottie ain't she?" Vince said from where he leaned against the door.

"Kinda?" Dom paused and looked at Vince with half shock and half amused look on his face. "Vince I saw the way you looked at her when she came in. Your just disgruntled cause she flipped you off," Dom said with a laugh.

"Yeah well...she'll come around." Vince turned to leave but Dom stopped him.

"Hey, I need you to help me on her car okay? I wanna get it done today."

"No problem bro," Vince said with a smile and walked away.

Jess reached her house, searching her pockets for her key before remembering that she left the door unlocked. She opened the door and stood there for a minute to let her eyes adjust to the darkness around the house. Her brother had a big party last night, so there where multiple bodies lying all over the house smelling like hot liquor and trash. She made her way around the passed out bodies and empty beer bottles to get to her room.

She walked over to the stereo in her room and turned on the blaring music. It was almost 3 in the afternoon. It was about time they all woke up and dealt with their hangovers. Someone started banging on her door. She knew who it was. It was her brother.

"Turn that fucking shit off!" he yelled at her.

"Fuck you Tyson! It's not my fault you drank yourself stupid last night!" she yelled back at him over the music. She started to walk around her room picking up articles of clothing. Her bedroom door swung open and her brother stormed in.

"I said turn that shit off you fuckin'cunt!" he said, mere inches from her face. She just stared into his blood shot eyes without fear.

"And I said: FUCK YOU! Now get the fuck out of my room!" Within a flicker of a movement her bother backhanded her across the face. The blow was less than expected. Making her head snap to the side.

"Now turn that fucking shit off before I break it!" he yelled at her again. As soon as the room stopped spinning, her fist made contact with his nose, and she heard a sickening crack of it breaking.

"AAARGH! Fuck!" he screamed, and before she knew what happened. Her bedroom wall collided with her face. She didn't even feel her head making contact with the wall. She just remembered the blackness that came.

She woke up in the backyard, completely soaked from the sprinklers. It was turning dark outside. She's been out for at least a few hours. She was cold and her head was throbbing. When she tried to get up she immediately regretted it. The throbbing in her head quickly turned into a sharp aching pain mixed with dizziness, and she quickly fell back to the ground. Instead of getting up and going back into the house to her room. She curled into a ball and let the blackness return to her.

When consciousness finally came to her in full bloom, she decided to try and get up very slowly. First just keeping her eyes open for a couple minutes, then propping herself up slowly on her elbows. She started to sit up and finally getting on her feet, standing very un-sturdy. Her head throbbed and she brought her hand up to it. Her hair was matted with blood and hair gel. She didn't think the gash was deep enough to truly need stitches, but she wasn't sure if she had a concussion.

She slowly made her way inside the house. It was empty.

"Party must be somewhere else tonight," she mumbled under her breath.

She walked through the house to the bathroom, peeling off her wet clothes and discarding them on the bathroom floor. She grimaced at her reflection and she started to examine herself in the mirror, her black makeup smeared around her eyes, her freshly dyed hair leaving matted trails along her face. She stepped into the shower adjusting it to the perfect temperature of scalding hot; she let the water and steam surround her.

Finally satisfied with the red that her deathly pale skin had turned she slid to the ground and sat there. After several minutes of sitting she finally reached for her razor looking at her legs. So many scars and recent gashes littered her legs. She held the razor in her hand pressing it lightly on her skin before she pushed down, and slowly slid it along her skin. Watching the blood form in front of her eyes as it dripped down her leg and mingled with the water. Her eyes drifted closed from the quick rush of pleasure she felt from it. She realized that she was too exhausted to feel that pain turn into sheer pleasure. Instead she turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around her body and walked back to her bedroom.

She fell onto the bed and curled herself into a fetal position and within minutes she was passed out again.