~*~This is the last chapter for a while- too lazy to write more…however, some reviews may speed up my mind… ~_^

Oh, and Dom is pissed at Mel b/c he's upset about the fact that Alicia called him an idiot, and he needs somewhere to vent…that, and he's judging Melanie by her family's actions (sorry for the confusion).

Goodbye, Baby

*Dom's POV*

Yeah, the same accepting smile I'd wanted from everyone else; I thought I'd finally gotten it. She was good at faking it. We should be a regular couple, don't you think? Yeah, Dom, I care about you… Bullshit, and I fell for it.  All rich people are alike. Fuck it, I don't need her. I'd walked out of the living room, who gave a damn if she was crying? She's high-class; she can wipe the tears away with a hundred dollar bill.

Still…how could she do this to me; I'd given her a home, a place to stay when someone else could've easily slammed the door in her face. She owes me, if anything. They hurt; the words that Alicia was saying, especially when I was trying so hard to make us- all of us- comfortable and, just plain happy. All right, so Melanie had defended me, but I can't take the fact that she's related to someone as vile as Alicia. To come into MY house and talk shit about me? Not gonna happen.

Suddenly, my thoughts were shattered by an ear-piercing scream. I ran to where the noise was coming from, and saw Letty in Leon's arms, crying hysterically. Leon had tears trailing out of his eyes as well; it always hurt him to see Let upset. Shortly, the rest of the household had assembled around the pair. Everyone was there, except for Melanie. It figured; she only had eyes for herself. 

"What's wrong?" Mia asked with a look of serious concern. Right at that moment, Mel ran up, clutching a towel to her wrist, but only I saw it.

"My…my…" Letty stuttered. "I just…(she choked)…had…(a sob)… my…period!" She started to cry harder, like the word made her sick. She choked again, and Leon grabbed at her, this time helped by Mia and Vince.

"Oh no…" I went and hugged her, those two words the only thoughts in my head. How could this be? She'd even gained some weight.

Melanie made a move to get into the pile of people already formed around Letty, tucking the toweled wrist into the sleeve of the sweatshirt she'd thrown on. She managed to get an arm around both Leon and Letty, saying, "Don't cry…it'll be alright…" trying to soothe the grieving, mourning couple.

"Dead…it's gone…we don't have our family…anymore!" Letty cried out. She was in physical pain…her emotions had crossed into her already hurt eyes, puffy from crying. Leon still hadn't said anything. There as nothing he could do. He'd failed Letty- she'd been happy, and now the light in his life was being put out.

Then, Letty jumped up, screaming at Leon, at everyone trying to comfort her, "Don't touch me! It won't be alright- if I can't even carry a baby, what the hell kind of mother will I be if I ever do manage to have a child? And not 'oh no', 'oh yes'! It's happening, dammit, can't you see? I wouldn't be crying if it hadn't happened!" She ran into her room, locking the door behind her. Leon moaned and went after her, knocking to see if she'd let him in. Mia tapped Vince and Jesse (who'd also remained silent the entire time), and told them quietly to go back to their rooms. I went after them to my own, wrapped in my own thoughts of Letty, and what kind of a blow this was to us. I'm guessing Melanie did the same. I could barely look at her, so how could I know what she did? The night that had settled upon us during the episode took in the events, and left us in silence.

*Letty's POV*

Why? How could this happen to us? I missed my now-gone baby, but what hurt even more was the fact that Leon and I didn't have a thing to keep us together. He was nineteen, still young, and God knows his eyes would wander. How could they not, with the beach a few miles down, and then the races every two nights? He'd only proposed because of the baby; at least if we had a child, his eyes would stay on me, or the kid. Now I had nothing to keep him- he'd leave me, I knew it. Why stay with me, when I was just a 'stupid car bitch', according to the racewhores.

I didn't care what they said about me. It's what they said and did with Leon that mattered to me. Now he was knocking to come into our room. I had to let him in; he'd lost his baby too. As I unlocked the door, he walked in and just held me for the moment.

We sat down, and he said to me, "Please, don't cry, we can try again…just don't cry…"

I looked into his brown eyes, magnified by his tears. "Le…it's not the baby…it's you."

"What? What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, if we have a kid, you'll always be in my life, it'll be like our root, but now that the root's been taken away, you…you're still able to be with others, you know? You're not really mine; you've still got so many other women who would gladly take my place."

"Aww, no, don't ever say that. All I want is you- no one else. And what do you mean by 'we don't have a root'? We're getting married!"

"No, we're not."

"Yes, we are."

"No, Leon, we're not. We're nineteen, with barely enough money to take care of ourselves. We can't afford to get married. I don't think I can even afford to wear this ring."

He grabbed both of my hands in his, saying, "Chica, I've been saving up, I even started racing rather than just calling out that the cops are coming. We can do it; we'll just wait a little while. I love you."

"Really?"

"Yes, of course, mi amor."

"I love you, too, Leon…"

"I know, Mrs. Santos," he replied as I laughed, snuggling into his chest. It was like peroxide- the miscarriage stung, but Leon's love was like the dull feeling that came after the sting, healing the wound.

*3rd Person*

~Dinner~

Later that night, everyone came to eat dinner. It was mostly a sullen affair, everyone immersed in his or her own thoughts, avoiding discussion. Mia cleared her throat, and attempted to make an effort to cheer the group up.

"So, Mel, this is really good, thanks for cooking tonight."

"Thanks, it was no problem."

Dominic, who was sitting beside Melanie, decided to twist the knife on her as she had on him.

"No problem…did you hire a chef?" He whispered in her ear, although pointlessly- Melanie only looked down at her plate, without saying anything. Dom looked on at her for a second, and regretted what he'd said. Only for a second, though. He pushed his chair back, and moved to leave the kitchen.

"I'm not really hungry anymore." Melanie glanced up at his retreating back, and then back at her own plate. It didn't look quite as appetizing as it had before.

"Yeah, I think I'll just go up to my room too, I'm don't feel like eating. Just call me when you're done, I'll help clean up."

Vince halted her and said, "No, it's okay, Mel, I can help Mia today. Don't worry about it." Nodding, Melanie moved to go back to her room.

 As she continued her climb up the stairs, she bumped into Dominic who turned around and said, with another twist of the knife, "Going to count your money?"

Again, Melanie avoided a fight and walked into her room, ignoring Dominic. Inside, she turned Evanescence on- music she often listened to, especially when she felt she was at her personal worst. Now Dominic had turned the knife on himself. How could it be his fault that he was causing her pain when he was the one who'd been hurt in the first place? Stupid Toretto- it was only my damn pride that had been hurt. It wasn't her saying those things about me, just her cousin, ' he thought to himself. He went into Melanie's room to fix the damage.

"Baby, I'm sorry…"

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That's the end of chapter 9, so what do you think happens next? Will Melanie forgive Dom? Will he discover one of her dark secrets, and see the scar she's made for herself? And, most importantly, what color will Letty's bridesmaids' dresses be? Find out the answer to everything in Chapter 10 (except for the dresses, that's in a later chapter)!

Oh, one last note- I just noticed that Mel was a little wimpy in that last chapter, here's why- her boyfriend cheated with her the day before they had their own first time- she tends to be weepy and depressed. Besides, I'm better with writing depression in characters than anger (not to say that I'll stray from fights…those are pretty fun to write, as well, lol)