Disclaimer: I don't own ant TFATF characters, any others, are mine. Please don't sue me lol.

Summary: Letty has loved Dom since she met him, but she never thought she would have chance with him. After years, of cruel teasing and harsh treatment from Dom, she finally begins to get over him. By the time she's sixteen, she realizes she just might be able to live with out him. But as Letty is getting over Dom, he is falling in love with her. Will Dom be able to tell Letty how he feels? Will it be too late? Each chapter will alternate POV between Dom and Letty.

A/n Ok I liked where my song fic was headed so I decided this is going to dig deeper into that plot and turn it into an entire story.

Letty's POV

Mia took my hand and led me out of the courtroom. I knew Dom was gone for a whole two years, but for some reason, I just couldn't cry anymore. I guess I had cried myself out, but I just fell into a pit of depression. The next few days, Mia and Vince looked for jobs. Mia started working at a store down the street and Vince was working at Max's. I lay in bed for days, not wanting to move, not wanting to feel, not wanting to miss him. Every night before I drifted off to sleep, my head rested on Dom's pillow, my heart broke for him all over again. I could imagine the horrors he was living at that place, but even if I tried, it probably wouldn't do that hellhole justice.

Finally, I climbed out of bed, about a week after Dom had gotten taken in, and I went and got a job at Max's with Vince. It was strange to me, how Mia had never said anything about me not having a job before. It was like she understood everything. At first, the days passed slowly, but my broken heart eventually begin to heal. I started becoming talkative again, started having fun again. Everytime I would be at the mall with Mia or out working on a car with Vince, I would suddenly be stabbed with guilt, guilt at living my life while Dom couldn't live his.

Mia helped me a lot that first year, helped me piece my life back together. I turned seventeen in the summer, and finally, life was beginning to make sense again. My grades were still horrible, but Mia graduated with flying colors, as usual. She convinced me to go on dates, to try and live a little. Vince started bringing home Leon, a guy that worked with us at the garage, and he just kinda fell into our broken little family. I was dating a guy named Marc and our four-month anniversary was coming up. Mia insisted I accept his dinner invitation and so we went out. He took me to this little Italian restaurant in the city, and gave me roses and everything. It was great, until we got ready to leave.

Marc pulled his car up and let me in. We talked the whole way back to my place and he stopped the car in the driveway. "You wanna go upstairs?" he asked with a smile.

"Um, no, I think I just better get in and go to bed," I tried to let him down lightly. His smile faded and he asked again, only this time in a more commanding tone. Now I have never been one to pick fights, but, ok that was bullshit, I have picked fights, but I tried to avoid them with Marc. I told him good night and moved to open the door. His hand snaked out and grabbed me by the wrist as he pulled himself on top of me. Immediately I felt trapped, and so I tried to pull away. He grabbed my chest and I hit him dead in the nose. As soon as his eyes teared up, I scrambled from the car and ran inside. I had never felt so violated, so used, but one other time in my life. That was when I lost my virginity to Dom and he had said it was a mistake. My tears flowed freely as I climbed the stairs, the thoughts and pain of missing Dom rushing back to my mind.

A week or so after he had gone in, I had sat in bed and made a little calendar so I could mark the day he was getting out. I took the large stack of tied paper off the dresser and counted the days till graduation. Only twenty days left to go, thank god. One month till my eighteenth birthday and only two more months till Dom came home. What was going to happen when he came home? There were so many questions left unanswered when he had been ripped out of our lives. I laid back on the pillow and thought of what I was going to say to him. Dom, well I wanted to know if you meant what you said. No. So Dom, how was prison? No. Dom I love you. Why, the hell would I say that? So he could tell me how stupid I was, how pathetic I was. My thoughts drifted and I woke up the next morning realizing I was still just as confused as I was the night before.

School was a bore for the next three weeks. Graduation was ok, I was just another face in the crowd, but it didn't matter I had done it. Mia, Vince, and Leon all took me out for dinner and dancing afterwards to celebrate my survival of high school. My birthday was next. Mia got me some clothes, Vince and Leon pitched in and got me an old beat up Nissan 240sx. I was so shocked when they brought it home, even though it looked like a piece of shit. Everyday after that, I worked hard on my car after finishing up at the garage. Max was slowly becoming sicker and sicker each day, his lungs hurting him worse and worse. After awhile, he stopped showing up to work, and left us in charge. We made good money at the garage and were actually pretty happy there. The next month flew by, between my car, work, and weekends at the beach, it seemed like no time before Dom was supposed to be home.

I still remember that day. I had busted my ass all day long at the garage and we had all just locked up. I was looking forward to a warm shower at home and a cold beer, even though I wasn't old enough to 'legally' drink. Shutting off the engine to the Accord, I hauled myself out of the car and walked inside. I smelt Mia cooking lasagna in the kitchen and I figured V and Leon were out back playing ball. Climbing the stairs, I stopped right before the door to Dom's room, there was a familiar scent in the air. Pushing the door open, I saw him. He was flipping through my little makeshift calendar that had been left on the dresser. He looked up, and his dark, chocolate eyes caught mine. With a hell of a lot more muscles and a clean-shaven head, Dom looked completely different and I might not have even recognized him if it wasn't for those eyes.

My voice caught in my throat as I searched for words. He tossed the papers onto the bed and walked towards me. "Letty," he looked straight at me, "I've been wanting to say this for along time, I love you." I half expected to wake up right then. I knew it had to be a dream. I needed to know if it was real. My hand drew back and I smacked him hard across the cheek.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked cupping his cheek and eyeing me like I was crazy.

"I-I'm sorry," I touched his cheek in apology, "I just wanted to know if this was real." He just wrapped me in his now very large arms and held me. Tears ran down my cheeks as I pulled him closer to me. I just knew this was too good to be true. He pulled away and lifted my chin, putting his lips against mine. I felt my headed swirl in bliss as I surrendered myself to his kiss.