Disclaimer: I do NOT own the characters from the movie The Fast and the Furious, although I would love to….::evil laugh::…..I do own the characters that you do NOT recognize from the film!!

Author's note: This is my first fic ever!! SoOoOo be nice, try anyway..lol. I really want to know what you guys think, drop me some ideas on how you want the story to go and I'll try and do it. Now on with the story!! ~~KC~~

I moved to L.A. about a month ago not knowing what to expect, I was an east coast girl and adventure usually wasn't my thing. Well yet again nothing worked out as planed anyway. So let's start from the beginning , and by the way I'm Heather.

My life was great when I was younger I had tons of friends, loving parents , and anything I wanted, within reason. I knew what I wanted to do since I was 5 years old, a vet or a marine biologist, that is ,taking an instant love for animals. But as I got older things started to change, they got worse. My parents weren't so loving anymore, either high, drunk , or both. If someone would have told me that I was going to be a racer when I was younger I would have simply laughed and call 'them crazy. I was never really into cars until I turned 14 and started to realize how my live long dream of being a vet wasn't happening, how having my own farm and my parents helping me was no longer an option. I lost my friends cause I barley went to school, what was the point? I guess you could say I fell into the wrong crowd but I didn't seem to think so. They boosted cars and showed me all the tricks of the trade, took me in and gave me what they could. They were my friends, my family, my everything. It took me a year to learn everything, but cars turned into my passion my way of life, my escape. I remember when I boosted my first car, Porsche 911 turbo. Ever since that I was hooked no longer doing it for the money but for the pure adrenaline rush, the natural high. I even got a name, The Untouchable, cops couldn't catch me and everyone wanted to drive like me. No one ever taught me how to drive I just got it the car and it all sort of came to me, like I done it before. Pretty soon I was the best car boost the cops ever known and even made the front page once. Sure the money was good but I never touched it, there was never a reason. I was 17 when they caught me, one of my 'FRIENDS' lead me into a trap and I was put away for 3 years. Word to the wise, never trust anyone!

They never found the money, never found the 200,000 grand that was hidden in a floor board in my room. Sure they looked but gave up and figured I spent it. Stupid asses! When I got out I bought a car, A Lancer Evolution 8 it had a look to it that just pulled me in. I fixed it up and started to race missing the rush, the escape. When I was 21, I met and thought I fell in love with this guy Mark. My other mistake. I was so use to being by myself that, it felt wrong to love someone else and to be loved in return. I got use to it and found out that I enjoyed having someone around who loved cars and racing as much as me and loved me. But I found out how wrong I was.

It was our 2 year anniversary so I left work early. I stopped and got candles, flowers, movies, romantic stuff so we could just stay home and relax. There was a surprise waiting for me alright, though it wasn't what I wanted. I crept through the door trying to be quiet, and went to our room to put the stuff down. Mark was there alright along with some skank he probably picked off the street, on OUR anniversary, of all days! I was crushed, but I should have known nothing that I love lasts long in my life , why would it start now? I was interrupted as he ran out of the bedroom dragging the skank with him and throwing her out the door naked. "Baby your home early" he said sweetly. "Don't baby me asshole, what is today?" I asked knowing he didn't have a clue. "Ummm…Friday. Why is that special?"
"OUR 2 year anniversary is today, but I guess you were to busy to remember." I yelled stomping to the bedroom to pack.


"Where are you going?"
"Far from you!" I spat.

Then he did what I least expected, he punched me sending me to the floor. I couldn't believe it, the only guy I loved hurt me in more ways than I can even begin to describe. 'What a lovely present' I thought bitterly. I kneed him in the groin after the second punch sending him on his knees, and thrust my knee up connecting hard with his face, he fell back. I started to run when he grabbed me ankle and twisted pulling me down, making my side hit the floor first. I heard a crack, not good. " You bitch!" he yelled twisting my arm behind my back so I couldn't move so he could get in front of me. "Your going to pay for that sweetheart" he said it so lovingly it send chills down my spine. I spit at him, running out of things to do and was rewarded with a punch to my stomach. He tried to hit me again in the face but I dodged it, and managed to slip my hand free from his grasp and kick him in the head until he didn't move anymore. He wasn't dead, just unconscious. I grabbed my keys and ran to my car not bothering to pack, but I did grab the money. I got in and my Lancer roared to life, I slammed the accelerator to the floor and was gone.

So here I am now, my new home, L.A. I got an apartment, not really wanting a house, it was just me. I was close to the beach, had my car, and wasn't dead yet so I guess I was making process. Took me long enough, being 23, I still didn't know what I wanted and probably never would. Tonight was going to be different though, there was a race and I was going.