How We Live Our Life
SUMMARY: 2 months after the last truck heist, things are returning to normal, but can Dom and Letty make it through some new challenges.
DISCLAIMER: You recognize someone, I don't own them. I make no profit.
AN: I don't know any of the pasts of the team, so I'm making it up. Maybe it's not what is true, but I don't care. Thanks to anyone that helped me, and trust me I need a lot of help ALL the time. Gotta keep myself in line. Anyway, to the good stuff. Please r&r.
~Michelle
Chapter 3
Letty's POV
God, why did I have to pass out in front of Dom and the rest of the team? They probable think that I'm weak now, Damit!! Why does this have to happen to me? I never get sick, ever.
I know that Dom knows that I really don't feel to good right now. If I was well I would of fought him more and slugged him for saying that I look like shit. Man that hurt. I must really look like crap.
Dom placed me in bed and tucked me in like some child. I hate not being able to take care of myself. I don't like to rely on anyone but myself, and that includes Dom. I know, I know, I really do love him, but this attitude has been burned into me since I was little. I wouldn't of survived without it.
"We should take you to the doctor tomorrow, I don't want you getting any worse," Dom says while pulling a chair up to the side of the bed and sitting down. He is looking at me with those serious eyes that say 'I mean business.'
What is he saying? He knows that I can't go to the hospital. He of all people should know that. I have not stepped foot inside of a hospital since my mother died and that was nearly six years ago. I did not even go and visit Vince and Jessie when they were there recovering from there gun shot wounds, I couldn't.
"Dom," I say, looking up into his brown eyes. "You know I can't go to a hospital." Why do I even have to tell him this? He knows my story, damit, he was there. My anger flares.
"Letty, I know how you feel about going to the hospital, but I just hate see'n you sick," Dom says.
"I'm not going to the hospital and you can't make me go and that is final." I look away not wanting to deal with this right now. All I want to do is go back to sleep and get rid of this damn headache.
"Fine, I wont make you go to the doctor tomorrow, but if you're not any better by the end of the week you goin, even if I have to drag you there myself, and you know I will." He said in his firm, but almost fatherly voice.
I shiver; even the thought of going to the hospital gets to me. No, no, it doesn't just get to me; it scares the shit out of me. Every time I'm in a hospital bad things happen.
Flashback
I found my mother lying on the bathroom floor almost 4 hours ago. I had enough sense to call 911. The ambulance came and took her away. I rode with her because there was no one else to take me to the hospital. She was just lying there on the floor passed out with white drool/foam coming out of her mouth. I knew that she was doing drugs because she had OD once before. She got lucky the first time, but I had a feeling that she wasn't going to be that luck this time.
Now I sit in the waiting room in one of their many hard orange chairs. All I can do is wait. Wait to find out what's going to happen with the rest of my life. My father left us when I was seven and that is when my mother started using and selling to keep us fed and housed. My mother has gone though many boyfriends and lovers since that day and I can't say any of them were the fatherly type.
No one will take me in. I could look for my father, but what's the point. He left me and to me that says he does not want to have anything to do with me. He won't take me in. Where to go?
The double doors at the other side of the waiting room opened and a doctor in a knee length white coat headed my way. He looked grim. "Ms. Martinez, I'm Dr. Brown," he says to me. I look up, but don't say anything. "Your mother received the best medical attention and we tried to save her, but she was too far gone. I'm sorry, your mother didn't make it."
Why is he sorry, his mother didn't die? Anger flares up inside of me, but I push it back down. It wasn't his fault that she did drugs and was a lousy mother. This was Dr. Brown's job, probably the part of it that he dreads the most.
Why did she have to die on me? Fuck her. She had ruined my life.
"Is there anyone I could call for you?" He asks. I shake my head no. He places his hand on my shoulder and then gets up and leaves.
I sit in the hospital waiting room for hours. What am I going to do? The hospital life continues around me as if I wasn't even there. The hours tick away.
Someone sits down beside me. I don't even notice who it is. If I had looked up I would have noticed that it was Dom. He had a worried expression on his face. He found me because a person down the street told him that my mother and I had gone to the hospital. He knew what had happened to my mother after asking the nurse at the reception desk.
Still being oblivious to the person next to me I glue my eyes to the floor. I still hadn't shed a tear. I will be strong and not cry. I have to be strong. Suddenly I find myself in a hug with the stranger next to me. I look up and see that it is Dom. Not being able to hold my emotions in any longer I start to cry. This would be the first and only time that I have cried in front of Dom. He just sat there and held me.
Some time later he lead me out of the hospital and to his house. Not having anywhere to go he took me in to live with him as part of the family.
End Flashback
"Fine," I said to his proposal. "But I am going to get better by then so it wont mater. All I need is a good nights sleep and a couple of aspirin and I will be as good as new. Hell I'll be better by tomorrow before I go to work," I say putting a forced smile on my face. Damn, can't this headache go away?
"Ha, you going to work tomorrow," he laughed. "No, No …. No work for you. You're going to stay here in bed ALL day. I need you well. I have to have someone to keep my ass in line with the other girls. Hell, I might be forced to attach another girl to my belt." He smiled at me.
I give him a dirty look. If he so much as looks or talks to another girl, I swear I'll kill him.
With that he plants a kiss on my forehead. He turns off the light and walks out of the room.
I lay their staring out into the darkness. How am I going to get well? I've been feeling like shit for days now, its just all caught up to me now. I will NOT miss the races this weekend.
SUMMARY: 2 months after the last truck heist, things are returning to normal, but can Dom and Letty make it through some new challenges.
DISCLAIMER: You recognize someone, I don't own them. I make no profit.
AN: I don't know any of the pasts of the team, so I'm making it up. Maybe it's not what is true, but I don't care. Thanks to anyone that helped me, and trust me I need a lot of help ALL the time. Gotta keep myself in line. Anyway, to the good stuff. Please r&r.
~Michelle
Chapter 3
Letty's POV
God, why did I have to pass out in front of Dom and the rest of the team? They probable think that I'm weak now, Damit!! Why does this have to happen to me? I never get sick, ever.
I know that Dom knows that I really don't feel to good right now. If I was well I would of fought him more and slugged him for saying that I look like shit. Man that hurt. I must really look like crap.
Dom placed me in bed and tucked me in like some child. I hate not being able to take care of myself. I don't like to rely on anyone but myself, and that includes Dom. I know, I know, I really do love him, but this attitude has been burned into me since I was little. I wouldn't of survived without it.
"We should take you to the doctor tomorrow, I don't want you getting any worse," Dom says while pulling a chair up to the side of the bed and sitting down. He is looking at me with those serious eyes that say 'I mean business.'
What is he saying? He knows that I can't go to the hospital. He of all people should know that. I have not stepped foot inside of a hospital since my mother died and that was nearly six years ago. I did not even go and visit Vince and Jessie when they were there recovering from there gun shot wounds, I couldn't.
"Dom," I say, looking up into his brown eyes. "You know I can't go to a hospital." Why do I even have to tell him this? He knows my story, damit, he was there. My anger flares.
"Letty, I know how you feel about going to the hospital, but I just hate see'n you sick," Dom says.
"I'm not going to the hospital and you can't make me go and that is final." I look away not wanting to deal with this right now. All I want to do is go back to sleep and get rid of this damn headache.
"Fine, I wont make you go to the doctor tomorrow, but if you're not any better by the end of the week you goin, even if I have to drag you there myself, and you know I will." He said in his firm, but almost fatherly voice.
I shiver; even the thought of going to the hospital gets to me. No, no, it doesn't just get to me; it scares the shit out of me. Every time I'm in a hospital bad things happen.
Flashback
I found my mother lying on the bathroom floor almost 4 hours ago. I had enough sense to call 911. The ambulance came and took her away. I rode with her because there was no one else to take me to the hospital. She was just lying there on the floor passed out with white drool/foam coming out of her mouth. I knew that she was doing drugs because she had OD once before. She got lucky the first time, but I had a feeling that she wasn't going to be that luck this time.
Now I sit in the waiting room in one of their many hard orange chairs. All I can do is wait. Wait to find out what's going to happen with the rest of my life. My father left us when I was seven and that is when my mother started using and selling to keep us fed and housed. My mother has gone though many boyfriends and lovers since that day and I can't say any of them were the fatherly type.
No one will take me in. I could look for my father, but what's the point. He left me and to me that says he does not want to have anything to do with me. He won't take me in. Where to go?
The double doors at the other side of the waiting room opened and a doctor in a knee length white coat headed my way. He looked grim. "Ms. Martinez, I'm Dr. Brown," he says to me. I look up, but don't say anything. "Your mother received the best medical attention and we tried to save her, but she was too far gone. I'm sorry, your mother didn't make it."
Why is he sorry, his mother didn't die? Anger flares up inside of me, but I push it back down. It wasn't his fault that she did drugs and was a lousy mother. This was Dr. Brown's job, probably the part of it that he dreads the most.
Why did she have to die on me? Fuck her. She had ruined my life.
"Is there anyone I could call for you?" He asks. I shake my head no. He places his hand on my shoulder and then gets up and leaves.
I sit in the hospital waiting room for hours. What am I going to do? The hospital life continues around me as if I wasn't even there. The hours tick away.
Someone sits down beside me. I don't even notice who it is. If I had looked up I would have noticed that it was Dom. He had a worried expression on his face. He found me because a person down the street told him that my mother and I had gone to the hospital. He knew what had happened to my mother after asking the nurse at the reception desk.
Still being oblivious to the person next to me I glue my eyes to the floor. I still hadn't shed a tear. I will be strong and not cry. I have to be strong. Suddenly I find myself in a hug with the stranger next to me. I look up and see that it is Dom. Not being able to hold my emotions in any longer I start to cry. This would be the first and only time that I have cried in front of Dom. He just sat there and held me.
Some time later he lead me out of the hospital and to his house. Not having anywhere to go he took me in to live with him as part of the family.
End Flashback
"Fine," I said to his proposal. "But I am going to get better by then so it wont mater. All I need is a good nights sleep and a couple of aspirin and I will be as good as new. Hell I'll be better by tomorrow before I go to work," I say putting a forced smile on my face. Damn, can't this headache go away?
"Ha, you going to work tomorrow," he laughed. "No, No …. No work for you. You're going to stay here in bed ALL day. I need you well. I have to have someone to keep my ass in line with the other girls. Hell, I might be forced to attach another girl to my belt." He smiled at me.
I give him a dirty look. If he so much as looks or talks to another girl, I swear I'll kill him.
With that he plants a kiss on my forehead. He turns off the light and walks out of the room.
I lay their staring out into the darkness. How am I going to get well? I've been feeling like shit for days now, its just all caught up to me now. I will NOT miss the races this weekend.