The break-up

Letty pov

I can't believe I'm doing this, here I am staring at picture. We use to be so close, we use love each other and not afraid to show it. But then again the first year we snuck around with each other until we could find the courage to tell our parents. I was seventeen and Dom was nineteen. We had some years between us, we were two seperate people. I had a crush on him when I was entering my preteens. But giving it up and moving on to some guys that had hit on me. I dated, for a while until I reached sixteen and gave up. There was only one guy that I wanted for me. And he never noticed me, until I was seventeen. Of course he said that he had noticed me when I was sixteen, but didn't find the courage to ask me out until I was seventeen. I just scoffed and didn't reply. Everyone was jealouse of me when it got around school that Dom and I was dating. Every girl despised me, especially when Dom would show up and pick me up from school. Of course I knew how to ignore them and scoff back. Dom was the best looking guy around, he was popular in High school and most of the guys were best friend with him. Of course Vince was his best best friend. Vince despised me, but when he found out about me and Dom, his attitude to me completely changed. We were together through it all, when Mr.Toretto died, I was there to hold him. And then his mother had gone to rehab, only to die a few months later. Ms.Toretto, lived for her husband and when Mr.Toretto died, she gave up on life. Pretty soon, Dom was left responsbility of the store and the cafe and then the pressure got to him and he ended up in jail, for nearly killing someone. I was there for him, Mia had come to live with me, while Dom was away in Lompoc. I was dying without him, but when he got out we were together constantly. My father had kept the store and the garage going, while Dom was away. When Dom got out he handed everything back to him and helped him out, to make sure everything ran smoothly. Then my parents died and my older brother ran away 2 years later. I was left with Dom and he took me in, telling me we were going to get through it. He helped more than anyone knew. Leon and Jesse came along three months later and helped us out at the garage. Soon the Toretto house had become the DT team house, everyone moved in and we became the street racers we are today. And through the hell we stuck together no matter what.

Of course, at the races he would talk to the ladies and tell them how pretty they were. But everytime he came back to me, I was his, he kept telling me we would be together forever. But then once he cheated on me, he couldn't handle the guilt and confessed to me, about it. I forgave him, he promised he wouldn't do it again. And then that one time turned to two, he came back to me and I forgave him. Then it turned into three times and four and five ect. And everytime he came back to me confessed it and I forgave him like the sucker I am. I caught him doing it once, I stormed out of the house. I refused to talk to him, I ignored him. And then he came home one day and swept me off my feet, we made love and I forgave him. But this time...I walked through that door, and they were nestled together, the girl looked at me with this victory smirk on her face. I stood there frozen, when he said my name, I turned and left, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't take it anymore and now, I sit here not wanting to talk to him. I don't want to see him, because I most likely will lash out and hit him. He would stand there and look at me, with that hurt puppy look and I would break down and he would say how sorry he was and I would forgive him. And now, I don't want to deal with this, I want to run and scream.

I look at this picture and it takes me back to the good times, back to the times that we were happy. Back to the first time we met, to the first time I fell for thim, for the first time we kissed, the first time we admited love for each other, the first time we told our parents we were together, the first time he held my hand, the first time that we slept together, the first time we made out and loved it. He was my life source for so long, he was my rock and someone to lean on. And now I wanted out, I can't keep counting on him, keep wondering if this is the time that he would stay faithful to me. I flop backwards on the bed and stare at the ceiling. As I look over at the radio, I reach over and turn it on, the song Walk Away by Kelly Clarkson is blaring through the speakers.

You've got your mother and brother undercover

telling you what to say

You think I'm stupid, but the truth is that it's cupid baby

loving you has made me insane

How true those words were for me. I had dealt with him for so, long I was tired of it, and of him cheating on me. I was tired of, thinking of the time he would be come faithful to me and not go after another woman. How can he keep saying that he loves me and then turns around and cheats on me. I can feel the tears coming to my eyes, I bite my lip to hold them back and pull myself off of the bed and head for my CDs. Picking my Kelly Clarkson CD up I pop it and turn it up. Just as Dom walks through the door. I grab a pile of clothes and look at him,

"Letty can we talk" he says

"NO!" I scream at him and head for the closet. I can hear Gone blare through the speakers. I reach for some clothes and a duffel bag, I wanted out of this house and away fromt him. I can still see him standing in the doorway watching me, the hurt puppy on his face. I ignore it, hoping he would just go away and leave me alone. When I hear my stereo get turned down, I look up at him with hatred in my eyes.

"Letty, please, let me tell you how sorry I am"
"I don't want to hear it" I tell him, vemon in my voice.
"Letty..."
"Save it Dom, we are through, I'm tired of standing here and watching you go after some other girl and then come back to me and tell me how sorry you are. And like the sucker I am I take you back. I'm tired of wanting you be faithful to me, but now it won't happen. I'm sick and tired of it, Dom."

"Letty..."
"No Dom, I'm leaving and you won't stop me" He looks at me before walking out. I can hear the sound of his engine revving and then the sound of tires against the asphalt. I zip up my duffel bag and toss it at the doorway. I reach over and turn the music up, and flip back to Since you been gone and reach for the door and slam it shut. As I tear the room apart, as the words of the song rings in my ear. I wasn't going to be here to greet him, I wasn't going to hold him in the night and tell him everything was going to be okay. I was leaving and not looking back, I might ever come back, and if I do, it won't be for him.

I stand back, surveying my handywork. The pillows torn up and all over the floor the picture frame broken the clothes on the ground, his clothes on the ground the sheets pratically dragged off of the bed. In our, no his bathroom, the toothpaste in all over the sink, the cup for the toothbrushes dumped over the towels on the ground, right along with everything else. The colonge he wears dumped out, the lid and the trash in a heap in the corner, his shaving cream on the wall his razor blade is popped off, the mirror cracked, his soap all over the bottom of the shower, I even put some clear soap on the bottom and wet it down really well. So he will step in and bust his butt, if he doesn't scrub the bottom really well. With a satisified snort I reach for my duffel bag and the CD and head for my car. Shutting the door behind me, I walk down the hall with a trimuphant smile on my face. I feel sorry for Mia if she finds it, but I hope for some chance that she will make Dom clean it up. He caused this whole problem, it is his responsibility to clean the place up.

No one downstairs, as I walk out of the house and step into my car. Shoving the CD into the player and turning the car on, shoving the volume up and looking at the house the last time as I pull out of the driveway. I could careless if he comes looking for me, or wants someone else, because I'm tired of waiting on him. We are in our twenties, you figured after being together for nearly 8 years of our lives, he would of proposed by now, right? Wrong, he hasn't even talked to me about it, I'm just his little play toy that he can drag on. I want him commented to me. I want him to say that she is mine and no one can touch me but her, and no one can touch her, but me. The song Behind these Hazel eyes blare through the speakers as I race down the street. I can feel the tears start creeping back into my eyes, I bite my lip hard only to taste blood, I broke the skin. I had left the house, to get away and to live on my own and for myself. I was going to put myself before anyone for a change. I had dealt with everyone's crap for so long, I was going to be my own person and find myself.

I had been with him for so long, that I didn't even know who I am, I was living for him and his love. Every piece of clothing, I bought was for him, every thing that I did to myself was for his pleasure, not for me. How pathetice I was? I wasn't going to do that anymore, I was going to live for myself. I was going to leave Los Angelos and find myself and not look back. I wasn't going to go back in less that I have to. I was going to move on and get rid of his memory.

Now I had to figure out where I was going? As I go through all of the places in my head that I can disappear off to, I come up with it. When I was little we went on a family vacation to Spain. I had loved it, it was so pretty, we had stayed on the coast in a villa. I remember sitting out on the back balacony and watching the waves crash against the rocks. I was getting out of the US, I was going to Spain. I was getting away from everyone and everything.