Matty strutted down the sidelines of the races, checking out the action. She was in her prime. She felt nothing and had nothing to lose. The crowd went wild as she did her walk of victory. The same one she did every time she raced. Every time she won. The roars sent chills down her spine, letting her know that she was still alive. That there was something left to live for. If not for herself, then for her fans.
Her hips moved to the heavy bass pumping out of one of the nearby cars and she climbed on top of it, putting on a good show. No doubt she was drunk, he thought to himself, as she waved the bottle of tequila in her hand around. She had become Dom #2. She had become him. Race, party, wake up the next morning only to puke and sleep some more. She thought her life would do as is, but after she puked, she doubled her dose, feeling herself slipping.
Vince watched as she lived it up. He threw his good arm around some blonde bimbo he had met five minutes before and told her how good she looked. Her response of course, was to throw herself on top of him. He loved it. He didn't care if the only reason the skanks were running around after him was because of his status. He didn't care as long as the lights in his bedroom were off and they didn't ask questions about his arm. As soon as they were done, they could see themselves out. He didn't care.
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Letty sat down on the back porch, tears streaming down her face. She took a swig of her beer and took a pull of the cigarette in between her fingers. "Since when did you start smoking?" A deep voice, sending shiver throughout her body. "Takes the edge off," she whispered, taking another pull, then a swig. Dom walked out of the shadows and towards her, leaning against the porch railing. "Takes the edge off what?" He asked, taking a drink from his own beer bottle.
She scoffed, shaking her head sadly. "Never mind this," she said, standing up and stumbling towards the door. Dom reached out and steadied her with a simple touch on the arm. She pulled away, a look of disgust on her face. "What do you want? You haven't said a single word to me in months," she spat out, taking another pull of her cigarette. He shrugged. "I just wanted to see how things were going. See how you were dealing with being back," he said. Letty turned and faced him, a tear sliding down her face. "You want to come upstairs and give me a massage? Tell you all about how I'm dealing," she said.
Dom's only response was opening the back door for her and ushering her in.
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Matty slid down on her ass and made her way down the basement stairs, cursing every time she felt a splinter breaking her skin. The sun was out and she managed to make it past Leon and Mia without being noticed, still drunk from the previous night's events. She heard a bedroom door open and froze, hoping that they were going to the bathroom and not heading for the stairs. She growled when she realized that the blonde bimbo from last night's races was slithering her way out of Vince's room. The bimbo walked up the stairs and brushed right past Matty, who couldn't resist reaching out and tripping the girl, causing her face to go flying into the stairs.
The bimbo began to scream as she realized the amount of blood gushing from her nose. Matty heard footsteps upstairs running towards the basement door. Before she knew it, Mia and Leon were standing at the top of the stairs, staring down at her. "What the fuck, Mat?" Leon said, reaching down and helping the bimbo up. Matty shrugged and chuckled, looking up at them. "I thought her face needed some rearranging," she said, clearly slurring her words.
She turned back around to continue her descent and found Vince at the foot of the stairs, staring at her. "Cover yourself up. You look disgusting," he spat out, heading up the stairs and brushing past her. Matty looked down at herself and realized that she was a mini skirt and that her shirt was M.I.A. "Where's your shirt?" Mia asked, heading down the stairs and stopping at Matty's level. "I don't know," she responded as Mia helped her stand up.
"I don't know how long you two plan on playing this game," Mia whispered, helping Matty down the stairs and into her room. She shut the door behind her and shook her head softly. Somebody has to knock some sense into these two, Mia thought to herself.
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"How long are you two gonna do this song and dance, knowing that you both are itching to be together once again," Mia said, slamming a plate of food in front of Vince. "Seriously, Mi. This is none of your business," he said, picking up a fork and digging into the food. "I'm not gonna let up about this Vince. Everyone has their issues to deal with but what you're putting that girl through is torture. She came back Vince. That's all that matters. She's here now. Get over yourself and take her back."
He slammed his good hand down on the table and pushed the plate of food away, standing up from the table. "I know it hurt when everything with the Buster went down. Except he didn't run away into another woman's arm. If anything, she tortured me for almost a God damn year," he yelled, disappearing seconds later down into the basement, leaving Mia staring after him.
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"What does this mean for us?" Letty asked, looking over at Dom who was currently stretched out on the floor, like old times. When Letty lived at home, Dom would sneak into her room or she would sneak into his. They would take turns sleeping on the bed, the other would bring a sleeping bag. They would talk for hours or watch a movie, falling asleep when the sun came out. Just like old times.
"A fresh beginning?" He asked, standing up from the bed and placing a kiss on her forehead.
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Matty cursed as she brushed away the spilled coffee from her shirt. Her only clean dressy shirt. She was currently dressed in her black slacks, boots and what used to be a clean white button down. She shed the shirt, walking through the basement in a bra. She turned the light on in the bathroom and stepped inside in, proceeding to try and remove the coffee from her shirt. She needed to salvage it. She couldn't do her weekly Sunday ritual of visiting Hector's grave in a coffee stained shirt.
She jumped and screamed, as she felt a hand reach out and touch her back. Matty flipped around and felt her heart trying to escape her chest as she realized it was Vince. He stood in front of her, a sad look on his face. "What's with the tattoo?" He whispered. "The three most important things in my life that I've lost," she whispered, slamming the door shut in his face.
Vince stood back, running a hand over his face. He had already burned the tattoo into the back of his mind. He had already memorized the mural she had on her back. It was an open chest and it there was a small portrait of Hector, baby foot prints and his name in script. He placed his hand on the door and sighed, a tear running down his face.