I'm driving down the street and I pass by this sandwich shop that i see very single day. But for some reason something tells me to stop over ther. I parked my car and entered the shop. I sat at one of the booths that overlooked the street. No one else was in the store. Some waiter guy came and took my order. A bottle of rootbeer. I'm busy waiting for my drink when here comes whitey, er.. brian, comes out of the guys bathroom. He immediately spots me and grabs a seat.
" thanks for last night," he tells me. I rest my chin in my hand and look him over. All american white-boy just screamed from the clothes he was wearing.
" No problem," I said cooly. The waiter came back with my rootbeer. brian ordered some beer. I could tell he wanted to say something but it wasn't coming out.
" So what are you his sister," he asked me. i shook my head.
" Not related in any way shape or form," I said then sipped my drink.
" How long have you guys been racing," he asked as he watched me play with the sweat coming off of the glass.
" I don't really race. I mostly work on the cars and stuff," I said. i glanced out the window.
" Hey you wanna help me out with my car," he asked. I frowned.
" I don't help," I said sternly. He smiled.
" What about yesterday," he said.
" What about it," I said meanly. He sat back in his chair scratched his chin.
" You were so quick to do it yesterday," he replied. i thought for a while. I don't even know this guy. He doesn't know me. All we have are names.
" Fine," I said finally giving in. He laughed.
" What time should I pick you up," he asked.
" How about 6," I said as I scribbled down my address and gave it to him. He quickly pocketed it.
" How about 4," he said. I cocked an eyebrow.
" 6," I said sternly.
" I gotta go somewhere at 6,"he explained. I finished my drink and took out my wallet.
" Well then, you're gonna be fixing your car up by yourself," I said smiling. He held his hands at his heart.
" Oh, that was cold," he said as I threw down the money to cover my drink. He pushed my money aside and pulled out his wallet and threw down a 20. Enough to cover both of our orders. I looked upa t him. He had a boyish grin. I kind of winced at his generosity.
" Like I said pick me up at 6," I said as I grabbed my money and his and quickly left the bar before he could say otherwise. Getting in the car and driving away I notice something stuck in my butt pocket. It was the paper that had my new address on it. I unfolded the paper and soon enough I reached the neighborhood. It wasn't bad at all. nice and quiet. I stay in the car and admire the complex. My new home.
Fuck, fuck fuck. I complety forgot the reason why I shouldn't have told whitey were I lived. Mia just came upstairs and told me how Dom was already picking on whitey. I shut off my stereo and rush downstairs. they were in the den. As I walked down they both look up and stare at me. Wow no bloodshed. Good job Dom I thought to myself.
" Come on let's go," i said from the foot of the stairs. Brian didn't move. I'm staring at him like come on let's go and he acts like he doesn't hear me. Dom glanced at me.
" letty I--," brian started but Dom cut him off.
" So you work for him now," Dom said advancing towards me. I took a step back on the stairs. I looked over his shoulder and brian was looking at Dom and pointing at me and making a that death sign with his hand.
" I don't work for anyone," I said glaring at him. Dom laughed darkly.
" So what's he doing here. I know he's not here to fuck your ugly ass," he asks me. I clear my throat.
" He's here to help me pack," I said. Dom looked at me like I was stupid.
" Pack for what," he asks. I avoid looking into his eyes.
" I'm moving out," I said. it was silent for a minute but Brian's cough interrupted that.
" Brian you can go upstairs and get the packing started," Dom said not taking his eyes off of me. Brian started up the stairs and didn't dare look at me. As soon as Brian left Dom put his hands roughly on my fingers which were on the banister.
" So where is little letty goin'," he asked pressing his hand hard against mine. I swallowed hard and blinked away the pangs of pain coming from my hand.
" Dom let go," I said as I pulled my hand away. He quickly looked at me.
" Don't tell me what to do," he said through gritted teeth.
" Then don't be all up on me," I yelled at him. I knew he was about to hit me so i held my arms in front of my face. but he never did hit me. I slowly put my arms down and looked at him. A stoic expression had washed over his face.
" your a fucking bastard you know that. A fucking bastard," i said silently as I backed away from him. I slightly trembled as I walked up the stairs. Praying that he wouldn't jump on me and that we would both fall down the stairs. he never did and I reached the top of the stairs to saftey. I couldn't help but to turn and look back at him. he was still looking at me. Not smiling or anything. Just looking.
" thanks for last night," he tells me. I rest my chin in my hand and look him over. All american white-boy just screamed from the clothes he was wearing.
" No problem," I said cooly. The waiter came back with my rootbeer. brian ordered some beer. I could tell he wanted to say something but it wasn't coming out.
" So what are you his sister," he asked me. i shook my head.
" Not related in any way shape or form," I said then sipped my drink.
" How long have you guys been racing," he asked as he watched me play with the sweat coming off of the glass.
" I don't really race. I mostly work on the cars and stuff," I said. i glanced out the window.
" Hey you wanna help me out with my car," he asked. I frowned.
" I don't help," I said sternly. He smiled.
" What about yesterday," he said.
" What about it," I said meanly. He sat back in his chair scratched his chin.
" You were so quick to do it yesterday," he replied. i thought for a while. I don't even know this guy. He doesn't know me. All we have are names.
" Fine," I said finally giving in. He laughed.
" What time should I pick you up," he asked.
" How about 6," I said as I scribbled down my address and gave it to him. He quickly pocketed it.
" How about 4," he said. I cocked an eyebrow.
" 6," I said sternly.
" I gotta go somewhere at 6,"he explained. I finished my drink and took out my wallet.
" Well then, you're gonna be fixing your car up by yourself," I said smiling. He held his hands at his heart.
" Oh, that was cold," he said as I threw down the money to cover my drink. He pushed my money aside and pulled out his wallet and threw down a 20. Enough to cover both of our orders. I looked upa t him. He had a boyish grin. I kind of winced at his generosity.
" Like I said pick me up at 6," I said as I grabbed my money and his and quickly left the bar before he could say otherwise. Getting in the car and driving away I notice something stuck in my butt pocket. It was the paper that had my new address on it. I unfolded the paper and soon enough I reached the neighborhood. It wasn't bad at all. nice and quiet. I stay in the car and admire the complex. My new home.
Fuck, fuck fuck. I complety forgot the reason why I shouldn't have told whitey were I lived. Mia just came upstairs and told me how Dom was already picking on whitey. I shut off my stereo and rush downstairs. they were in the den. As I walked down they both look up and stare at me. Wow no bloodshed. Good job Dom I thought to myself.
" Come on let's go," i said from the foot of the stairs. Brian didn't move. I'm staring at him like come on let's go and he acts like he doesn't hear me. Dom glanced at me.
" letty I--," brian started but Dom cut him off.
" So you work for him now," Dom said advancing towards me. I took a step back on the stairs. I looked over his shoulder and brian was looking at Dom and pointing at me and making a that death sign with his hand.
" I don't work for anyone," I said glaring at him. Dom laughed darkly.
" So what's he doing here. I know he's not here to fuck your ugly ass," he asks me. I clear my throat.
" He's here to help me pack," I said. Dom looked at me like I was stupid.
" Pack for what," he asks. I avoid looking into his eyes.
" I'm moving out," I said. it was silent for a minute but Brian's cough interrupted that.
" Brian you can go upstairs and get the packing started," Dom said not taking his eyes off of me. Brian started up the stairs and didn't dare look at me. As soon as Brian left Dom put his hands roughly on my fingers which were on the banister.
" So where is little letty goin'," he asked pressing his hand hard against mine. I swallowed hard and blinked away the pangs of pain coming from my hand.
" Dom let go," I said as I pulled my hand away. He quickly looked at me.
" Don't tell me what to do," he said through gritted teeth.
" Then don't be all up on me," I yelled at him. I knew he was about to hit me so i held my arms in front of my face. but he never did hit me. I slowly put my arms down and looked at him. A stoic expression had washed over his face.
" your a fucking bastard you know that. A fucking bastard," i said silently as I backed away from him. I slightly trembled as I walked up the stairs. Praying that he wouldn't jump on me and that we would both fall down the stairs. he never did and I reached the top of the stairs to saftey. I couldn't help but to turn and look back at him. he was still looking at me. Not smiling or anything. Just looking.