Keep in mind that this is a couple of years after Fast Five and intended for female audiences. I also took out the fact Letty came back.

"If you're in control, you're not going fast enough" - Parnelli Jones

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and were displeased with what you saw? Of course you have, everyone has. Most feel that they are too fat or too ugly, but what I felt was much deeper. When I looked in the mirror, I saw no purpose, no home, and no place in life. What is the purpose of life? What do we all live for? I know the logical answer for both: 1) you must find out for yourself 2) to breed and keep the human race alive. Those are the logical answers, but I want to know the real reason. Maybe if I keep searching, I'll find the answers . . . but what if I don't?

My name is Litta (lee-ta) Faith. I know it sounds strange because when you say it all together, it sounds like "lead to faith", but I can't even answer my own questions. I'm 15 years old and I have lived by myself ever since I can remember. I live in an orphanage in California near the border of Nevada. It's a small orphanage with a little over 10 kids. Even when there are so few kids, the staff hardly ever watches us. The only "control" they have on us is when they lock all the windows and doors at night. Everyone hates it there, and we're all determined to get out sooner or later.

I don't know anything about my family. I know I have a dad and a mom somewhere in the world. I may hate them for leaving, but I want to know the reason. It may be far into the future before I find them, but you never know, maybe they might be looking for me to.

When I woke up that morning, I was in a happy mood. I don't know why because the night before I couldn't go to sleep with the two youngest arrivals bouncing on the beds, causing the beds and floor to squeak. When I finished taking my luke-warm, 5 minute shower, I put on my light blue, well used, jean shorts along with my sky blue baggy t-shirt. I didn't have any socks, so in order to keep my feet from smelling horrible, I only wore flip-flops. I slipped on my black flip-flops and headed for the mirror. Each child only got one toothbrush that was supposed to last us all year. We also got one small comb for our hair and one bar of soap for our hands. The small sink we all shared was set on a timer so we had 3 minutes of brushing our teeth each. I put my somewhat long, light blonde hair into pigtails and styled my neck length bangs into two parts that framed both sides of my face. I didn't know why, but I felt like looking somewhat decent today.

I walked outside after getting all dressed up for nothing to take a walk. It was a Saturday so we didn't have the home school teachers today. I was smart and always had good grades on my school work. I liked school work because it challenged me and kept me from complete boredom. You see, all of the kids were at least 5 or 6 years younger than me. The only person who was older than me was Nick and he was only 16. The problem was that he was "special" and didn't do well as a friend.

I walked outside to admire all of the beautiful flowers that had been naturally blooming along the orphanages' fence. It was spring time and the weather was getting hotter and the trees were getting greener. I was outside for about a half hour when I heard voices coming from the opposite end of the yard. I hid behind a tree so I could hear and see them better. When I looked to see who it was, I was surprised. The manager of the orphanage was speaking to a younger man who looked to be about 17 or 18. I was surprised at myself for blushing a bit. . .

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"I'm very sorry, but I cannot let you adopt a child at the age of 17." The manager stated in an annoyed tone

"But I'm not the one adopting her; I just came here to get her for the person who is." The guy answered

"Then the person who wants to adopt her needs to come here themselves!" the manager was now getting very frustrated by the way she was standing with her arms crossed. Her gray hair had been tied up in a tight bun and was falling because of the heat and her sweat.

"I already told you, he can't come himself. He is very busy and sent me instead!" The man said

"I'm very sorry sir, but this man needs to come and meet me himself. Now, good day." The manager said, closing the gate in the man's face and walking back inside the office building.

The man still stood there looking at the door the manager had just gone into. I couldn't help but stare at him. Maybe it was because I hadn't seen an actual hot guy in awhile, or this guy was really attractive in my eyes. I stared at him for a long time until I got annoyed looking through the tree branches and decided to get a closer look. Maybe I had gotten to close because when I snapped back to reality I was standing right in the drive way in plain sight. I turned red out of embarrassment and turned around to run away, but before I could he called out.

"Hey, you're Litta Faith right?"

When I heard my name I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned to look at him, something was strange.

"How do you know my name?" I asked, staring at him

"A man sent me here to get you. I can't say his name because then that would ruin it."

I stared at him for awhile, a million thoughts running through my head. "Ruin what?"

"I can't tell you that myself, but you'll find out soon enough . . . I hope." He looked at the bars up and down, as if studying every scratch and chip of paint on it. "You hate it here right?" He asked, still staring at the gate.

I didn't answer; I just stared at him in confusion.

"Since that hag refuses to cooperate, we'll have to get you out the hard way." He turned his attention back to me, staring directly into my eyes.

I continued to stare at him. What was with this guy? Sure he was hot, but maybe his good looks covered up his sanity. "I don't know who you are."

"Listen to me, if you want to get out of this place, you have to do everything I say. Do you understand?" He looked at me with strong brown eyes.

"Why should I trust you? I don't even know you." I said, narrowing my eyes

"You don't know if you can trust me. But in order for me to get you out, you're going to have to."

Everything in my mind was a jumbled mess. How did this guy know my name? Where did he come from? Could I trust him? All I knew was that if I wanted to live my life, then I was going to have to leave this hell hole. "What should I do?" I asked

The man let out a quick smile and then answered, "Meet me at this gate at exactly 11 pm tonight. If you're even a minute late, this entire plan will have been for nothing."

"How? I can't do that! The manager locks the doors and windows at night so we can't get out."

"Well find a way to keep one of them unlocked. This will be the only chance you have to escape, so don't be late!" the man said as he walked around the corner and out of sight.

What was I going to do? How could I manage to keep one of the windows or doors unlocked? Who is he anyways? Should I trust him? Can I trust him? I guess I'll never find out if I don't do as he says.

As night came, I grew more nervous as every minute passed by. I was so nervous I found myself counting the seconds until the next minute so I could start all over again. What was going to happen if I messed up and I missed my chance to escape? Would he never come back like he said? And what would happen if I did go with him? There were so many questions in my head I couldn't even think about anything else.

I was lost in thought until I heard the security guard coming around to lock everything. He came around at 11pm every night. I had to act quickly if this was going to work. As I hopped out of bed and silently ran towards the wall to watch the guard, I realized that I didn't have a plan. I was still wearing the same thing I did early today along with my flip flops.

The security guard was going door to door and window to window, locking each of them. I tried my best to think of something but I couldn't. He was nearing the last window and I knew I had to hurry. Running to the other corner to get closer, I saw that his keys were dangling from his wrist, which meant that I couldn't get the keys from him. I was going crazy trying to think of something, searching frantically. After about a minute of looking around, I saw that he was on the 2nd to last window.

"Crap!" I thought to myself. I wasn't going to make it! I was never going to get out of this hell hole! I was going to live my life in disappointment because I didn't do anything! As I watched the guard put the keys into the lock of the last window, my mind went blank and I did the only thing that came to my mind.

I ran towards the security guard and as I did I grabbed the flashlight he was carrying out of his hand and ran down the hall.

"Hey!" The security guard yelled, chasing after me.

I continued to run, as I did, I tried to come up with some kind of plan. I didn't run very fast, so he would catch up to me quickly. The orphanages' hallways all connected to each other, so eventually you would end up in the same place you started if you kept turning the right way. The only advantage I had was I could turn a corner faster than he could. After running about 3 corners, I came up to the window that opened to the front gate. Using the flashlight, I hit the window as hard I could. Only a crack was made. I hit it over and over again until finally it shattered. I pulled myself up with all my might. My hands were bleeding and so were my knees from the broken glass. I was about to jump down when the guard grabbed my foot, causing me to fall down and hit my head against the wall. I was now dangling down out of the a few feet from the ground. The guard had my foot and was trying to lift me back up into the window. Blood trickled off my forehead and onto the ground below. Doing my best to kick the guard off, I managed to get a piece of glass in his arm. When he let go, I fell face first onto the ground.

The security guard was furious. I heard him run over to the front door, desperately trying to unlock it. I got up and half limped half ran to the front gate. I didn't see the guy anywhere. I looked around, desperately trying to find. From behind me, I heard the front door unlock and opened. The security guard darted toward me, anger clearly written on his face. Doing my best, I tried to climb up the gate. As I neared the top, the security guard jumped up and grabbed my now twisted ankle.

"No!" I cried, still trying to climb to the top

"Come here bitch!" The security guard yelled, spit flying from his mouth

Just as I was about to lose my grip on the gate, tail lights appeared in the distance. They security guard stopped for a moment to look and I used it to my advantage to climb higher.

"Hey!" He yelled, turning his attention back to me

He was just about to grab my ankle when a car ran into the gate, causing the gate break off, sending the security guard flying. The gate slid across the roof the car and hit the ground. I fell to the ground, still holding onto the gate.

The car backed up, stopping next to me. A man got out of the car and ran towards me.

"Are you alright?" The man asked. The voice sound familiar.

The man stopped when he reached me and turned me over onto my back. "Hey can you hear me?" He asked. As the dirt cleared, I could see who it was. It was the guy from early today. "Can you stand up?"

"Ya, I'm fine," I responded. When I tried to get up, the outside lights of the building turned on, shining light on the both of us.

"Come on!" The guy said as he picked me up bridal style and placed me in the passenger's seat of the car.

He ran over to the other side and got into the car. Putting the car into reverse, he slammed onto the gas, causing clouds of dust to form outside the front window. He backed up quickly down the long dirt road. When we got onto the main street he turned the car around quickly and drove down the street at 120mph.

After a couple of minutes, he slowed down and turned to look at me. "Are you ok?" He asked

I couldn't answer; I couldn't even turn my head to look at him. Everything on my body hurt. I knew I was on the verge of fainting because I could feel that sudden pain in my head. The last thing I heard was the man saying "Everything will be all right, don't worry."

I could feel the warm wind blowing on my face and the sound of the passing cars. I lifted my arms up to stretch, but as I reached my arm out, I felt a shoulder next to me. Immediately, I shot my eyes open and pulled my hand away.

"I'm sorry; I didn't know you were there." I said, looking down at my hand, turning red.

I heared him laugh and I looked at him. Now that it was day out, I could see him clearly. He was wearing a white short sleeved shirt with a V-neck collar, black jeans and flip-flops. His hair medium length, black hair was blowing in the wind from the window, and his eyes were covered with light brown sunglasses. He was smiling and laughing apparently at what I said.

"It's fine, don't worry about it."

I turned my head to look around and was shocked at what I saw. We were on the driving across the Golden Gate Bridge. The dashboard said 7:48am, so the sun was just rising, making the wind warm. I looked at him again.

"What happened? Where are we going?"

"You went unconscious after we escaped from the orphanage. I had to stop and switch cars and clothes because of. . ." he hesitated here "I'm just required to."

Now that he said it, I just took notice of the car we were driving in. We were driving in an orange 2009 Nissan Z RC370Z. The inside was black and the seats were black leather. As I was admiring the car, I noticed that I wasn't wearing the same clothes I had before. Instead, I was wearing a strapless, light pink tank top with short white shorts and white flats. I looked into the side door mirror and saw that my hair had been put into a side braid and my bangs had been swayed to one side. Black eyeliner and mascara was also applied.

I squealed and scooted away from him. "Did you put these clothes on me?" I asked, staring at him

"Of course not! I wouldn't do that, especially not to 15 year old girl." He replied. For some reason, I was annoyed at his remark. "When I went to go exchange cars and clothes, the man who watched the car had a wife. She saw you in the front seat and insisted on changing your clothes. She said a women shouldn't walk around dirty and gross. She put antibiotics onto your injuries and even gave you a shower. An hour later you came down stairs looking like this."

After he was finished telling me, I relaxed and sat down normally. Then, I remember about all the questions I wanted to ask him. "Were are-" I began to ask, but he cut me off.

"Before you start asking all these questions, I can't tell you why, but you will find out soon. He told me not to tell you because he wanted it to be a surprise. And no, I can't tell you his name."

"Can you tell me your name?"

He smiled again "My name is Orlando Knight."

"I like that name." I said, smiling

He laughed "Do you? I think it's weird. Just call me Knight."

I smiled and looked out the window. It was really beautiful, the light was shining on the water and the temperature was perfect. "Since you can't tell me where we're going, can you tell me how long until we get there?"

"It should be about an hour. That is if these people quite driving so slowly."

I looked at the speedometer, it read 98mph. We had been driving past cars, swerving between them, and dodging them. This guy was a really good driver.

"Your skinny," he said, looking at me "you need to eat more."

"Well I'm sorry for my skinniness, if you haven't noticed I've been living in a hell hole all my life. They don't serve us food; we have to make it out of the few things we find in the kitchen. And don't be a pervert and look at me with your old man eyes!"

"Hey, I'm only 17! And I don't look at children."

"I'm 15!"

"Yes, but the fact that you just told me not to look at you with my pervy man eyes and yelled at me for calling you a kid makes you a child."

"Well, aren't you rude."

"Hey, I just tell it like it is."

I had fallen asleep again, but Knight woke me up when we arrived. When I opened my eyes, we were parked at a big metal garage. The garage door was open so I could see it was a car shop. Knight got out of the car and went inside. I got out of the car and followed.

Inside it was a typical garage shop. The only difference was along the wall of the garage were cars. Not your typical everyday cars, but street racing, muscle car cars.

I was too busy looking at the cars to realize that Knight had disappeared. "Knight . . .?" I asked, looking around. No one responded except for the echo of my voice. My eyes weren't ahead of me, so when I took another step, I ran into a table, causing some of the tools to hit the floor with a loud clank.

"Crap!" I said, and I frantically picked them up and put them back on the table. As I placed the last tool back on the table, I heard knight call, "Litta, come here."

I followed his voice until I found him. Knight was sitting on a metal table near a doorway. The only way to get up to the 2nd level of the garage (which was were Knight was sitting) I had to walk up the stairs. As I was about to step on the first one, a man walked out of the door way. When I saw him, I was frozen in my tracks. This man looked very scary and not the type of person you want to mess with. He was tall and muscular with no hair on his head.

"Litta," Knight started "this is your Uncle, Dominic Toretto."