Blood Ties
Chapter 1
Wiping off my hand on the dirty rag from my pocket, I answered the phone at the garage. "DT Automotive" I said. "Who's calling? Yes this is Dominic Toretto. Yes I know a .What? When? Oh. is she.oh fuck! Yes, I'll be right there.
Hanging up the phone, while looking on my desk for my car keys I yelled to Leon. "Leon, close up shop early, I gotta roll."
"What's up Dawg?" Leon asked me.
"Finish closing up! Go to the store and get Mia and Brian. Then, all of you meet me at Mercy. in the emergency room."
"Dom, what the."
"Leon, brother, I ain't got the time, just do as I ask damn it. I'll explain it all to you later."
"Ok, I'm on it."
Thank god, I know I can count on Leon.
10 minutes later. as I come screeching into the hospital parking lot, getting strange looks from the security guards; I slam my car into a parking spot, and go running for the entrance. As I get to the admitting desk, the nurse gives me a strange look, and asks me if she can help me.
"Yeah, I'm Dominic Toretto. Someone called me about."
"Oh, yes Mr. Toretto. the doctor is in with your friend still. He asks that I give you this envelope, and these bags that came in with your friend. The people who brought her in seemed to think that they belonged to her. It may still be some time before he is able to come out to speak with you. If you would like, there is a waiting area just down the hall to your left. I can let the doctor know where you are when he is finished."
I only heard parts of what she said, because I was so shocked to find a letter addressed to me in my hand that looked so familiar, yet so strange at the same time.
"Ya, I think I will go down to the waiting room, my sister and some friends are on there way down to meet me. "I'll be sure to let them know where you are, Mr. Toretto."
"Yeah, ok, thanks," I said still confused.
I fucking hate hospitals, I thought as I walked into the white, sterile, smelly room. The same hard ass uncomfortable chairs were there. I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down. I am never here unless it's because something really bad has happened, to someone I really love, and this time is no different.
I looked down at the envelope in my hand. To: Dominic Toretto, c/o DT Automotive, 1551 Wood creek Dr., Los Angeles, CA. 97151. Personal and confidential were printed in large letters at the bottom. I frowned wondering why she would think she has to write that on the envelope, and also why she would address it to the shop. Why not address it to the house? Shit, like everything else in my life, more and more questions, with out any answers. Yet!
I tore open the envelope, and reached inside to pull out the paper, and a gold necklace with the letter T hanging from it fell out. My god, I thought, she kept it all these years.
I opened the folded paper. it read:
Dear Dommy; (I laughed at the nickname only she was ever allowed to call me) If you are reading this, then I am finally at peace. Remember that please, when you get angry with me at the choices I am about to make. I searched desperately for a way to walk into the store or the garage. To be able to walk up to you and say "Please help me." I just couldn't. I couldn't bear to see the look of pity, disgust, or anything else you might feel about me, if you saw me like this. I tried to kick, hoping that I could clean up and then come to see you, but I am not that strong Dommy, I just kept getting so sick that the dope was all I could do to stay well. You know the song." I'm a loser baby. so why don't ya kill me." Well, that's me. I've been watching you and Mia for the past few weeks, ever since I got back down here. Yeah, it is me who has been your shadow at the store, the house, the garage. I even got to see you race. Damn what a thrill it was for me, watching my hero winning, every time he raced. Watching as all of the people swarmed around you congratulating you on yet another win. I had to laugh when you handed Mia the money every time you won. Probably a good thing, with all those skanks sniffing you out every chance they got. Damn man, you can do so much better than them; what a bunch of loser bitches. The point is. I am so glad that you are happy finally. That you seem to be able to breath, and you're not carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders anymore. When I was up in Portland, I heard about what happened. I have been keeping up on all of you, since Mom died, and I left home a couple of years ago. I got my shit together and hitch hiked down here as soon as I could. By the time I got it together and got here, all of the charges had been dropped, and you seemed to be putting the pieces back together just fine with out me. Like you would ever need me anyway. Hell I am just the kid. I am so glad that I got to see you again. You look just like I remember you. My big strong hero, you always was more of a brother to me than HE ever could be. Tell him. I never have and I never will forgive him for letting SCF put me in a foster home after mom. I always knew he hated me, but I guess I never believed it was that much. Oh and tell his new skank. yeah the one he moved to Mexico with. that she one. I didn't come down here looking for my so called family. screwing up her life in the process. May they both be miserable and rot in hell for eternity. When I need him the most. he let me down the worst. Dommy, I love you with all of my heart, I always have and I always will. You are the only one who ever treated me as if I was someone, like I was special to you, as if I made a difference. Please don't hate me for the choices I am making. I can't keep hoping that I can change the way my life has turned out, and I couldn't come to you and burden you with all of my shit, just when things started being good again, and calming down for you and for the team. Please just try to understand. Tell Mia, I am so happy for her, her man is fine and I can see how happy she is. Even though I don't know them, Leon, Brian and Jesse seem ok from what I saw, too. As long as you are happy and okay, that is all that matters in life. So, be happy, and remember that I love you and I have always known.. T is for Toretto Love, Trish
It wasn't until I finished reading the letter that I realized that I was bawling like a baby. I looked around and saw that I was still alone, so I hurried up and wiped my face. I wasn't just sad from the letter though. I was pissed as all hell, and I seriously wanted to beat them down and hard. I haven't been that angry since I beat down the guy who caused the accident that killed dad in the car wreck, at the race track years and years ago. Good thing they were clear down in Mexico, and I am needed here. For now, I needed to concentrate on Trish and helping her out.
I walked over to the window, trying to calm myself down when Mia and the guys came running in. "Dom, what is going on? Who is .oh my god Dom. No. It cant possibly be?" Mia says to me as she comes in and notices the necklace I am still holding in my fist. I took a deep breath and nodded that yes it was her, while turning back to look out the window and gather my thoughts.
Chapter 1
Wiping off my hand on the dirty rag from my pocket, I answered the phone at the garage. "DT Automotive" I said. "Who's calling? Yes this is Dominic Toretto. Yes I know a .What? When? Oh. is she.oh fuck! Yes, I'll be right there.
Hanging up the phone, while looking on my desk for my car keys I yelled to Leon. "Leon, close up shop early, I gotta roll."
"What's up Dawg?" Leon asked me.
"Finish closing up! Go to the store and get Mia and Brian. Then, all of you meet me at Mercy. in the emergency room."
"Dom, what the."
"Leon, brother, I ain't got the time, just do as I ask damn it. I'll explain it all to you later."
"Ok, I'm on it."
Thank god, I know I can count on Leon.
10 minutes later. as I come screeching into the hospital parking lot, getting strange looks from the security guards; I slam my car into a parking spot, and go running for the entrance. As I get to the admitting desk, the nurse gives me a strange look, and asks me if she can help me.
"Yeah, I'm Dominic Toretto. Someone called me about."
"Oh, yes Mr. Toretto. the doctor is in with your friend still. He asks that I give you this envelope, and these bags that came in with your friend. The people who brought her in seemed to think that they belonged to her. It may still be some time before he is able to come out to speak with you. If you would like, there is a waiting area just down the hall to your left. I can let the doctor know where you are when he is finished."
I only heard parts of what she said, because I was so shocked to find a letter addressed to me in my hand that looked so familiar, yet so strange at the same time.
"Ya, I think I will go down to the waiting room, my sister and some friends are on there way down to meet me. "I'll be sure to let them know where you are, Mr. Toretto."
"Yeah, ok, thanks," I said still confused.
I fucking hate hospitals, I thought as I walked into the white, sterile, smelly room. The same hard ass uncomfortable chairs were there. I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down. I am never here unless it's because something really bad has happened, to someone I really love, and this time is no different.
I looked down at the envelope in my hand. To: Dominic Toretto, c/o DT Automotive, 1551 Wood creek Dr., Los Angeles, CA. 97151. Personal and confidential were printed in large letters at the bottom. I frowned wondering why she would think she has to write that on the envelope, and also why she would address it to the shop. Why not address it to the house? Shit, like everything else in my life, more and more questions, with out any answers. Yet!
I tore open the envelope, and reached inside to pull out the paper, and a gold necklace with the letter T hanging from it fell out. My god, I thought, she kept it all these years.
I opened the folded paper. it read:
Dear Dommy; (I laughed at the nickname only she was ever allowed to call me) If you are reading this, then I am finally at peace. Remember that please, when you get angry with me at the choices I am about to make. I searched desperately for a way to walk into the store or the garage. To be able to walk up to you and say "Please help me." I just couldn't. I couldn't bear to see the look of pity, disgust, or anything else you might feel about me, if you saw me like this. I tried to kick, hoping that I could clean up and then come to see you, but I am not that strong Dommy, I just kept getting so sick that the dope was all I could do to stay well. You know the song." I'm a loser baby. so why don't ya kill me." Well, that's me. I've been watching you and Mia for the past few weeks, ever since I got back down here. Yeah, it is me who has been your shadow at the store, the house, the garage. I even got to see you race. Damn what a thrill it was for me, watching my hero winning, every time he raced. Watching as all of the people swarmed around you congratulating you on yet another win. I had to laugh when you handed Mia the money every time you won. Probably a good thing, with all those skanks sniffing you out every chance they got. Damn man, you can do so much better than them; what a bunch of loser bitches. The point is. I am so glad that you are happy finally. That you seem to be able to breath, and you're not carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders anymore. When I was up in Portland, I heard about what happened. I have been keeping up on all of you, since Mom died, and I left home a couple of years ago. I got my shit together and hitch hiked down here as soon as I could. By the time I got it together and got here, all of the charges had been dropped, and you seemed to be putting the pieces back together just fine with out me. Like you would ever need me anyway. Hell I am just the kid. I am so glad that I got to see you again. You look just like I remember you. My big strong hero, you always was more of a brother to me than HE ever could be. Tell him. I never have and I never will forgive him for letting SCF put me in a foster home after mom. I always knew he hated me, but I guess I never believed it was that much. Oh and tell his new skank. yeah the one he moved to Mexico with. that she one. I didn't come down here looking for my so called family. screwing up her life in the process. May they both be miserable and rot in hell for eternity. When I need him the most. he let me down the worst. Dommy, I love you with all of my heart, I always have and I always will. You are the only one who ever treated me as if I was someone, like I was special to you, as if I made a difference. Please don't hate me for the choices I am making. I can't keep hoping that I can change the way my life has turned out, and I couldn't come to you and burden you with all of my shit, just when things started being good again, and calming down for you and for the team. Please just try to understand. Tell Mia, I am so happy for her, her man is fine and I can see how happy she is. Even though I don't know them, Leon, Brian and Jesse seem ok from what I saw, too. As long as you are happy and okay, that is all that matters in life. So, be happy, and remember that I love you and I have always known.. T is for Toretto Love, Trish
It wasn't until I finished reading the letter that I realized that I was bawling like a baby. I looked around and saw that I was still alone, so I hurried up and wiped my face. I wasn't just sad from the letter though. I was pissed as all hell, and I seriously wanted to beat them down and hard. I haven't been that angry since I beat down the guy who caused the accident that killed dad in the car wreck, at the race track years and years ago. Good thing they were clear down in Mexico, and I am needed here. For now, I needed to concentrate on Trish and helping her out.
I walked over to the window, trying to calm myself down when Mia and the guys came running in. "Dom, what is going on? Who is .oh my god Dom. No. It cant possibly be?" Mia says to me as she comes in and notices the necklace I am still holding in my fist. I took a deep breath and nodded that yes it was her, while turning back to look out the window and gather my thoughts.