Hey there! My name fic name is rather long and somewhat depressing (not sure what I was thinking when I picked it) so I am going to go by my middle name, Danielle. So, this is my first fan fic ever, so it may not be very good. Just so you know, I love all the Fast and Furious movies, but sadly I have not seen Fast Five. If you wanted to know, Tokyo Drift is my favorite, haha. Anyways, please read and enjoy. -Danielle p.s. It has been awhile since I watched all the movies so please forgive me if I mess anything up, I am trying to keep it as close to them as possible.

Prologue:

It all happened on a Monday morning. Jesse had just been informed of his disability, mom had given up on quitting hitting the bottle, and dad finally left. That Monday changed everything. Jesse started hanging out with what dad called a 'bad crowd'. I didn't care either way because he was happy, something I hadn't seen him be in so long. Mom had been battling with her alcohol addiction since Jesse was born and on that fateful Monday she had given up and never looked back. Dad said he couldn't take it anymore, his boozy wife, his mentally retarded son, and his mute daughter, and just skipped town, never to be heard of again. Mom might as well have left with him since she was never home and the rare moment when she was, she was passed out in her bedroom.

Jesse was all I had left in the world, and we made our dysfunctional family work as best we could. He was only nine but he took care of me ten times better then our parents ever could. I was only seven, and shy. The only person I ever spoke to was Jesse. It wasn't until I was 11 and Jesse was 13 that we started to pull apart. Naturally, I blamed myself. I was too much of a burden to him in my eyes. Little did I know he was just growing up. I mean seriously, what kind of thirteen-year-old wants to hang out with his little sister all the time. But I still took it hard and withdrew from him even more. I spoke to nobody, when I walked down the street I kept my head down and my mouth shut.

Jesse didn't live with me anymore, he had moved in with his friend Dom Toretto and some other guys. I never saw him anymore. I spent my nights hiding in my room from mom since she had become a raging alcoholic. Then when she passed out I tucked her into bed and cleaned up any messes she had made. I had dropped out of schools years ago, the same time Jesse did and had gotten a job. It was tough to find a job that didn't involve interacting with people but thanks to Jesse pulling some strings, before he started pulling away, I got a job at his friend Dom's diner as a busboy. All I had to do was gather people's used dishes and wash them. Dom was an intimidating guy but never asked questions. He would simply tell me what to do and I would do it. He was the ideal boss for me since he didn't seem to be much of a talker either. His sister, Mia, however was the opposite. She was constantly trying to strike up conversations with me, but all I would do was nod or shake my head in response. Working at the diner though was the only time I got to see Jesse. HE would always ask the same questions, 'You ok', 'Mom still living', 'Need any money'. I would always answer the same, nod, nod, and shake my head. Never saying a word.

I lived my life the best way I could. I lived with the shitty hand I had been dealt, babysitting my mother, rarely seeing my brother, and an absentee father. It was my life and it wasn't ever going to change, I was stuck and I thought I was ok with it.

Chapter One:

The same guy was sitting at the same bar stool at the same time he did everyday. He ordered the same he ordered everyday too, Tuna on white no crust. But everyone knew he didn't come for the tuna. It was painfully obvious that he came for Mia since I was always cleaning up his drool puddles after he left. To me something was off with this guy, he seemed to clean cut even though he was portraying some bad ass racer guy. Yeah, I knew about that whole world and I knew Jesse was in it.

"Hey. How's it going?" The Tuna guy asked me as I piled coffee cups and plates into my bin. I grimaced at him, wiped the counter and walked to the next table. "She's seems nice." He comments to Mia.

"She doesn't associate with pretty boys like you." Mia fanned his ego as she set down his tuna sandwich. I rolled my eyes, poor guy, never stood a chance. I finished up clearing tables and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. I turned the radio on and got to work.

I always did the dishes in a daze, not noticing the outside world. The hum of cars pulling up broke me out of my daze. I could tell that it was four cars which meant Dom's group was here. Jesse, Vince, Letty, and Leon. If Vince was here and Tuna boy was here that meant trouble was imminent. I dried my hands and watched the events from the doorway. Of course Vince and Tuna boy get in a dick measuring contests, and quickly punches are being thrown. No surprise there. Mia runs to the back office and starts begging Dom to pull them apart. After a few moments he gets up and marches out to the front. I rest on the door frame and watch. He pulls them apart. "Brian Earl Spilner. Sounds like a serial killer. Is that what you are? Don't come around here again." So Tuna boys name was Brian.

"Man, you know this is bullshit!" Brian tries to fight back.
"You work for Harry, right?" Dom asks.
"Yeah, I just started." Brian answers.
"You were just fired." Dom says and walks away. Dom stalks into his office and grabs a beer. Tuna boy, or Brian, looks unsure of what to do but gets in his truck and drives away. Vince and Leon take a seat at the counter. Vince pushes the dishes on the floor, I cringe as I hear them break. Unwillingly I grab a tub and go to clean it up.

"Good job Vince." Mia snaps as she bends down to help me. Quickly we pick up the pieces and sweep the floor.

"Mia, baby. Grab me a beer." Vince commands. I see her roll her eyes but she obeys grabbing a beer for him and Leon. "Thank you baby!" Letty was in the back office talking with Dom and Jesse stood outside smoking. He looked on edge more then usual.

I took the tub of broken glass and dumped it into the garbage. I looked at the clock, two hours till the end of my shift. Dom came into the kitchen putting his beer bottle in the recycling bin. "Lanna you can take off early today. Don't worry I'll pay you for a full shift." I smiled gratefully at him as I finished the dishes and dried my hands. Grabbing my bag and coat I leave out the back door, walking the same mile and a half home.

As usual when I arrive my mother is sitting on the couch, bottle in her hand, three empty ones on the floor. She stares blankly at the TV. "Lanna? Is that you?" She calls to me. I go into the living room and see that there is more then just three empty bottles. "Oh my Lanna. My beautiful little Lanna. My baby girl. Turning eight next month. You grew up too fast." She babbles. This happens often. "My Lanna will never leave me. Not like Peter, and not like Jesse. Never leave me Lanna." She held her arms up for a hug. I slowly walked over and let her pull me into a hug. She started to pet my hair as if I was a cat and not her daughter. We sat like that for 45 minutes before she fell asleep. I carefully pulled myself away. Gathering up her empty bottles and the one she didn't finish from her hand I walk into the kitchen and find all the dishes broken, every last one. I exhale sharply, set the bottles on the table and grab the broom. This wasn't the first time she destroyed dishes but it was the first time she destroyed them all. I sweep up the mess and discard the remain in the garbage.

There's a knock on the backdoor, I look up and see Jesse. He comes in without me telling him. "Wow." He comments as he closes the door behind him. "Just another Friday night for you though huh." I shrug. "So, listen. I was thinking maybe you and I should go to dinner or something. Tomorrow night?" I look up into his eyes. Jesse and I had nothing in common except for our eyes. We both had the same dark blue eyes that our father has. Other then that we looked nothing alike. He had dark, dirty blond hair that he always hid under a beanie hat. Jesse was shorter then most guys his age and skinnier, and he always had his finger nails painted. I however, was shorter then him, and skinnier but curvy not stick-like, like Jesse. I also had dark red hair that I got from our mom, Jesse looked a lot like our dad. I also never painted my nails. "So, how about tonight?" He asked.

"I can't." I answer quickly as I grab the beer bottles.

"Tomorrow night?"

I toss them into the recycling bin. "Can't."

"When then?"

"Never." I answer.

"What do you mean, 'never'?" I lean against the counter and fold my arms over my chest and shrugged. "Oh, I get it." He turns to leave. "Sorry for whatever I did to make you hate me." He puts his hand on the door knob.

"Jesse." I say. He pauses. "I don't hate you. It's just that..." I gesture to our mom who is passed out on the couch.

"She can take care of herself for one night."

"Really? I left her alone for three hours and look what she did."

"Lanna. You can't always be taking care of her." He looks at me and gives me the look. I hadn't seen it for many years but I remembered it well. It was the look he gave when he wanted something, this look you could never say no to.

I sighed, clearly defeated. "Ok." I lock the back door, Jesse follows me to the front. I grab my bag and lock the front door behind me.

"I thinks that's the most we've talked in years." He comments as we walk to his car. It was a small white car, very well taken care of. It used to belong to our dad but after he left Jesse adopted it and turned it into what it was now, a street racing car. He thought I didn't know about that part of his life but I listened to his friends at the diner enough to know everything. "How about Eight's?" He asks. I nod as we both get into the car. "So, mom's still hitting the bottle pretty hard huh?" I nodded. "Sorry I missed your birthday this year."

"It's fine. I spent it holding moms hair as she was bent over the toilet." I grimace at the memory.

"You can't take care of her forever."

"I'm aware but she's going to drink herself to death soon so I might as well be with her while I still can."

"But that's not our mom. That women is some drunk corpse that doesn't even know who you are."

"What am I suppose to do? Abandon her? Even if I wanted to I couldn't. I don't have enough money to move out. Besides, I wouldn't leave her. She knows who I am. Regardless of how old she thinks I am she stills knows its me."

"Lanna. You cannot waste your life taking care of some drunk mess. Even if she is our mom she needs to learn that you won't always be there to clean up after her. You're just encouraging her to drink me." That hurt.

"Pull over." I command.

"We're not at Eight's yet?" He questions.

"Pull over now." I demand. He pulls over. I quickly undo my belt and storm out of the car.

"Lanna!" He yells at me as I start walking back in the direction of my house. "Lanna!" He yells again.

"Leave me alone!" I scream.

"No! We are going to dinner together and we are going to talk."

"We just talked! Remember, you said I was the reason our mother is a drunk!"

"I didn't say that." He runs up to me and grabs my hand. "Please Lanna. It's not what I meant." He begs. I pull my hand away.

"What did you mean then!"

"I meant... maybe if she didn't have you as a... crutch... she would see what she is doing."

"Same shit different pile." I stomped away.

"Please Lanna. Stop." He sounded like he was about to cry. I stopped but didn't turn around. "I just don't want for you to spend your life babysitting her. She made her choices, you shouldn't be paying for it. Please Lanna, walk away from her, let her deal with herself."

"I can't Jesse. I have nowhere to go."

"Come stay with me, at Dom's. He has a spare bedroom, and I already cleared it with him."

"That would not work out well."

"Yes it would. We could be together again like we used to. Dom likes you in his Dom way and Mia too. She wishes you guys were friends. Please Lanna, I miss you." He gave me the look. I wanted to smack him for doing this to me. "She thinks I'm seven still." I sobbed. He wrapped his arms around me and I cried, and he cried with me.

"We're going to be okay, just like we were before." We slowly walk back to his car. "Still wanna go to Eight's?" He asks. I shake my head.

"I wanna get out when she's passed out." He starts the car and does a sharp u-turn. We drive back to the house in silence.

I quietly unlock the door and thankfully see her still asleep on the couch. Jesse follows me into my room. He helps me pack all my clothes in a garbage bag. I put the few items I own in my backpack, my two books, my teddy bear, and a picture of our whole family the day I was born. I grab another bag and put my tooth brush, tooth paste, shampoo and conditioner, deodorant, and hair brush in it. Jesse holds the garbage and my backpack. I grab my pillow and blanket and m toiletries back. We leave the room, shutting the light off. "Should I say good bye?" I whisper. He shakes his head and walks out to his car. Unwillingly I follow him closing the front door behind me. We put my stuff in his trunk which was a challenge since there is barely any space. His trunk is filled with things I couldn't even describe that I assumed made his car better. I ended up having my pillow and blanket in my lap.

"If this is going to work you can't be going there every other day and seeing her." I tear up. "It'll be okay, she'll be okay. It's better this way." He drives off to Dom's house. I sentimentally watch as the house gets smaller saying a silent good bye.

So, I hope you like it. Please review and let me know what you think!