Disclaimer: I don't own Fast and Furious, I only own Katie.

Hey guys, sorry it took my so long to update this, I went to London and Paris! But I'm back now and in a writing mood. I really hope you like this story and please tell me what you think :)

~Hanna

Home is a safe haven for most. Filled with smiling relatives and joy-filled laughter, but for me home was a living nightmare. Instead of meaningful hugs I got bone shattering punches, instead of being tucked in at night I would lay awake staring at the small clock on my wall, counting down the minutes until he'd crawl into my bed and steal another piece of my innocence.

"Catherine." My father yelled from his place in the living room. I cringed at the harshness of his voice. I stood up quickly, learning a long time ago to not keep him waiting. Leaving my homework spread across the kitchen table and moved towards the living room. "Catherine." He impatiently yelled again, I could tell he was getting angrier by the second so I picked up my pace.

"Yes, dad." I said, putting on a fake smile.

"Get me another beer." He snapped, without looking up at me which I was thankful for. I wasn't the best at hiding my emotions at fourteen and the scared look on my face would only enrage him more.

"Can or bottle?" I asked quietly, picking up the two empty beer bottles next to him.

"Bottle." He replied, grabbing the photo of my mother and Brian that sat next to him at all times. It was the last photo of all of us as a family before mom and Brian up and left.

I nodded and turned back towards the kitchen, my eyes glued to the floor and my feet moving quickly. Instead of fruit and vegetables in the fridge like a normal family ours had beer bottles and old takeaway containers. I grabbed a full bottle, forgetting out the condensation and before I knew it the bottle was falling from my hands.

I gasped and my eyes widened. No, no, no I mentally screamed. "What the hell was that?" My father shouted, the sound of him getting up made my blood run cold. "You better answer me, you little bitch."

I dropped to the ground and tried my best to pick up the glass shards. "Nothing." I called back, trying to keep my voice even. "Everything's fine." Heavy footsteps sounded from behind me and I was too scared to turn around. I squeezed my eyes shut and sucked in a breath.

"What did you do?" His eyes were hard and deadly, like he was imagining ways to kill me. Sometimes I just wished he would. I braced myself for what was to come but when his hand grasped my hair and pulled me back I let out scream. A swift kick to my stomach turned my screams into sobs.

"Please." I cried as he kicked me again. "I'm sorry. It was an accident. I didn't mean too."

I gasped for air as I jolted awake. Placing a hand over my chest to try and clam my heart rate I looked around, taking in my surroundings. My eyes met Brian's in the rearview mirror and I put on a smile. I leaned back into my seat and closed my eyes. The memories of my father had been invading my dreams lately, I don't know what made them resurface but I know it's been a long time since I've had a good night sleep.

I turned my head to lean against the window, it was hot here and I could feel the sweat pooling on my forehead. The road we took was unpaved, making our trip even more hellish. Brian pulled the car over to where we thought Vince was living and we got out. My legs ached as I tried to straiten them, Brian grabbed Mia's hand and he led us towards a stone stairway. I moved closer to Brian and Mia because all the people with guns were making me nervous. They seemed to be coming out of every nock and cranny, I looked around prying to see Vince but to no such luck.

Brian squeezed Mia's hand tighter and gripped my shoulder, turning us around. "Let's get out of here." He said, glaring at a men who stood in our way.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." A gruff voice said from above us, before spitting off some Spanish.

A smile spread across my face and I ran towards him, flinging my arms around his neck. Vince grinned down at me and pulled me closer to him. "Hey, Katie. God, I missed you."

Mia run up behind me and when I pulled away she went in for a hug. "Mia." Vince sighed happily, hugging her. Vince then turned his attention to Brian who had a small smile on his face. "Buster." I squeezed him arm and smiled at him. "Come on."

We followed Vince up more stone steps towards his house, just seeing his scruffy face brought a smile mine. It momentarily made me forget about everything that was going on. He had that effect on me. Vince snaked his arm around my waist as we walked and I leaned into him.
"Is Dom here yet?" Brian asked. Vince glanced over his shoulder and shook his head.

I looked up him. "When was the last time you heard from him?" I questioned. The sound of Dom's name made my heart race. It's been torture not talking to him or knowing if weather he was okay or not. I was so ready for him to come home.

"A couple weeks ago, up in Ecuador somewhere." Vince answered. I looked down and closed my eyes briefly. "So, how's it feel?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at Brian.

Brian looked up and frowned. "What's that?"

Vince slowed us to a stop and turned around, smirking. "To be on the other side of a wanted poster?" I laughed a little and shook my head, shoving him a little.

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