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: Another day, another chapter. I think that I am making Letty a little emotional for the tough ass Letty that I know she is, but hey, she's sick. People can act differently went they are sick. This part a little mushy, but there's more Letty/Dom interaction on the way. Now, on with the story.
~Michelle
Chapter 5: Dom's POV
She sat on the counter up front. There were no customers so Mia and her were chatting about something or other. There looked so happy. I walked up behind Letty and snaked my arms around her front and laced my fingers in front by her toned stomach. I rest my chin on her head. She smelled sweet today. No motor oil sent mixed in with the sent of her shampoo. It was weird. She hadn't worked on a car in a few days. Don't get me wrong, I like how she smells no matter what, but this was a pleasant surprise.
"Hey Dom, how's it going back there or should I ask?" Mia says to me and winks. I'm sure that they herd me and the boys arguing back there. I smile. Mia could always make me smile.
"Well," I say and pause. Letty looks up at me. "It's going. Brian's car will be ready by tomorrow just as planed." I want to speak to Letty about tomorrow night so I decide to ask her to take a drive with me.
"Mia, can I steal your help for awhile. I need to talk to her." I say.
"You do what you want anyway, so why ask me? And its not like I'm her mother, ask her yourself." She says, smiling at Letty.
"Ya, why don't you ask me yourself?!" Letty says in her tough girl attitude.
"Ok, Ok, my bad. Letty, you want to go for a drive?" I ask.
"I drive?" she asks right back.
"Hmmm… No, I drive," I say.
She eyes me and finally says "Ok." With that we both set out to my Mazda RX-7.
"Don't be to long, I might need someone to arrange the supplies again." Mia says after us.
Letty turns and spits out "Fuck you, Mia. Go fetch Leon to do that." They both burst into laughter "On second thought, don't let him touch anything." With that said they laugh even harder.
It is so nice to see them smile after all the shit that has gone down around here. The thought of the last truck heist is the last thing on anyone's mind.
Letty hopes into the passenger side of my RX-7 pushing my brown leather jacket out of the way. I clime in and start the engine and head for the coast.
"How you feelin' girl?" I ask.
"Better," is all she answered.
We drive in silence for a while. There is usually no ?? Between us when we sit in silence. No forced chit chat. We understand each other enough to know what the other is thinking. I know that Letty is thinking about how she is going to get to the races tomorrow with the least amount of arguing and that she was lying about how she felt. I can see it in her eyes; they don't have their usual fire. I need to know that she is all right. That everything is going to be ok.
"Letty?" I say in a serious tone. She looks at me. " I need to know how you Really feel," I stress the really. "And 'better' is not a good enough answer for me, now come on, spill it. I know that you still don't feel well, I can see it in your eyes." Letty turns her eyes away from me and stares out the window at the passing traffic.
The silence draws on. I pull into a parking lot overlooking the ocean. This is one of Letty's and mine favorite spots to come and talk. Today, I don't think that she wants to talk. I take that back, I know that she doesn't want to talk today. I kill the engine and turn to look at her.
She turns and stairs into my eyes. Those chocolate brown eyes could always melt my heart. For a moment I see anger and then it turns to sadness and fear. She is searching for something within my expression. She is the only person I know that can read my emotions right off my face. Her eyes turn back to the ocean.
"Truly, I feel like shit. I'm always tired and I ache all over." She says. "It scares me Dom. I don't want to have to bother anyone with me being sick. I should be able to take care of myself."
"Letty, its no bother to any of us. Were a family, and that's what families do, take care of each other," I say, trying to ease her pain.
Now I know what this is about. When she was little she never really had a family until she came to live at my house. She never had a father around to protect her. Her mother was never around to care for her because she was always stoned or off with one of her abusive boyfriends. From a young age she has had to take care of herself. Protect herself. Rely on herself. She likes to be in control of what happens, relying on someone else scares her because she is not the one in control.
I try to show her that I can take care of her, but it wont get through that thick scull of hers. This attitude has been burned into her from a young age. I wish that she could of have a better childhood, but there is nothing that I can do about that. The now is what maters and right now I have to take care of her if she likes it or not.
"I know its no bother, but…" She lets the statement hang. We sit in silence for a while longer. The sun is setting over the ocean. It baths the wispy clouds in shads of pink and orange. I could almost be a perfect moment, except for the nagging feeling of worry I have for the one I love.
"Maybe you should stay home from the races tomorrow," I say finally breaking the silence. "I don't want you getting any worse." My statement seems to piss her off.
"What!?! I'm not staying at home sitting on my ass while you all have fun at the races." She says in an angry tone.
"Well maybe you should ride with me and not drive." I say. I knew that she wouldn't go for the whole sitting at home thing. All I really want is for her to ride with me so I can keep my eye on her.
"No, I drive. I always drive. I won't ride with you," she says, her anger still flaring. I kind of feel hurt that she doesn't want to ride with me, but this is Letty we're talking about. She is in a class of her own, not some girl that hangs at your every word. That's something I like in a girl, but I also really hate it sometimes.
"Letty, come on, your sick and I don't want you driving."
"Dom, I'm driving. If it will make you happy I'll go to the doctors on Monday, but I am goin' to the races and I AM driving." She says, thronging out a compromise. I am kind of taken aback. But then I realize that she is just trying to buy her time.
"Fine, but to the doctors on Monday, no and ifs or buts." I know that we're going to argue about this later, but there is not any real way I could keep her at home or to ride with me short of tying her up and dragging her behind me.
We both stair out the front window. I still feel a weight on my shoulders, but at least she talked to me. I know that she still doesn't feel well and that there is some action in the future to correct that.
Darkness is falling. We had been away for quite a while. "We should head back," I say.
"Ya," Letty replies.
I start the engine of my RX-7 and set off home.
"You know I love you, and will always take care of you," I say. I put my hand on her knee.
"Ya," She says and pauses. "I do."
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: Another day, another chapter. I think that I am making Letty a little emotional for the tough ass Letty that I know she is, but hey, she's sick. People can act differently went they are sick. This part a little mushy, but there's more Letty/Dom interaction on the way. Now, on with the story.
~Michelle
Chapter 5: Dom's POV
She sat on the counter up front. There were no customers so Mia and her were chatting about something or other. There looked so happy. I walked up behind Letty and snaked my arms around her front and laced my fingers in front by her toned stomach. I rest my chin on her head. She smelled sweet today. No motor oil sent mixed in with the sent of her shampoo. It was weird. She hadn't worked on a car in a few days. Don't get me wrong, I like how she smells no matter what, but this was a pleasant surprise.
"Hey Dom, how's it going back there or should I ask?" Mia says to me and winks. I'm sure that they herd me and the boys arguing back there. I smile. Mia could always make me smile.
"Well," I say and pause. Letty looks up at me. "It's going. Brian's car will be ready by tomorrow just as planed." I want to speak to Letty about tomorrow night so I decide to ask her to take a drive with me.
"Mia, can I steal your help for awhile. I need to talk to her." I say.
"You do what you want anyway, so why ask me? And its not like I'm her mother, ask her yourself." She says, smiling at Letty.
"Ya, why don't you ask me yourself?!" Letty says in her tough girl attitude.
"Ok, Ok, my bad. Letty, you want to go for a drive?" I ask.
"I drive?" she asks right back.
"Hmmm… No, I drive," I say.
She eyes me and finally says "Ok." With that we both set out to my Mazda RX-7.
"Don't be to long, I might need someone to arrange the supplies again." Mia says after us.
Letty turns and spits out "Fuck you, Mia. Go fetch Leon to do that." They both burst into laughter "On second thought, don't let him touch anything." With that said they laugh even harder.
It is so nice to see them smile after all the shit that has gone down around here. The thought of the last truck heist is the last thing on anyone's mind.
Letty hopes into the passenger side of my RX-7 pushing my brown leather jacket out of the way. I clime in and start the engine and head for the coast.
"How you feelin' girl?" I ask.
"Better," is all she answered.
We drive in silence for a while. There is usually no ?? Between us when we sit in silence. No forced chit chat. We understand each other enough to know what the other is thinking. I know that Letty is thinking about how she is going to get to the races tomorrow with the least amount of arguing and that she was lying about how she felt. I can see it in her eyes; they don't have their usual fire. I need to know that she is all right. That everything is going to be ok.
"Letty?" I say in a serious tone. She looks at me. " I need to know how you Really feel," I stress the really. "And 'better' is not a good enough answer for me, now come on, spill it. I know that you still don't feel well, I can see it in your eyes." Letty turns her eyes away from me and stares out the window at the passing traffic.
The silence draws on. I pull into a parking lot overlooking the ocean. This is one of Letty's and mine favorite spots to come and talk. Today, I don't think that she wants to talk. I take that back, I know that she doesn't want to talk today. I kill the engine and turn to look at her.
She turns and stairs into my eyes. Those chocolate brown eyes could always melt my heart. For a moment I see anger and then it turns to sadness and fear. She is searching for something within my expression. She is the only person I know that can read my emotions right off my face. Her eyes turn back to the ocean.
"Truly, I feel like shit. I'm always tired and I ache all over." She says. "It scares me Dom. I don't want to have to bother anyone with me being sick. I should be able to take care of myself."
"Letty, its no bother to any of us. Were a family, and that's what families do, take care of each other," I say, trying to ease her pain.
Now I know what this is about. When she was little she never really had a family until she came to live at my house. She never had a father around to protect her. Her mother was never around to care for her because she was always stoned or off with one of her abusive boyfriends. From a young age she has had to take care of herself. Protect herself. Rely on herself. She likes to be in control of what happens, relying on someone else scares her because she is not the one in control.
I try to show her that I can take care of her, but it wont get through that thick scull of hers. This attitude has been burned into her from a young age. I wish that she could of have a better childhood, but there is nothing that I can do about that. The now is what maters and right now I have to take care of her if she likes it or not.
"I know its no bother, but…" She lets the statement hang. We sit in silence for a while longer. The sun is setting over the ocean. It baths the wispy clouds in shads of pink and orange. I could almost be a perfect moment, except for the nagging feeling of worry I have for the one I love.
"Maybe you should stay home from the races tomorrow," I say finally breaking the silence. "I don't want you getting any worse." My statement seems to piss her off.
"What!?! I'm not staying at home sitting on my ass while you all have fun at the races." She says in an angry tone.
"Well maybe you should ride with me and not drive." I say. I knew that she wouldn't go for the whole sitting at home thing. All I really want is for her to ride with me so I can keep my eye on her.
"No, I drive. I always drive. I won't ride with you," she says, her anger still flaring. I kind of feel hurt that she doesn't want to ride with me, but this is Letty we're talking about. She is in a class of her own, not some girl that hangs at your every word. That's something I like in a girl, but I also really hate it sometimes.
"Letty, come on, your sick and I don't want you driving."
"Dom, I'm driving. If it will make you happy I'll go to the doctors on Monday, but I am goin' to the races and I AM driving." She says, thronging out a compromise. I am kind of taken aback. But then I realize that she is just trying to buy her time.
"Fine, but to the doctors on Monday, no and ifs or buts." I know that we're going to argue about this later, but there is not any real way I could keep her at home or to ride with me short of tying her up and dragging her behind me.
We both stair out the front window. I still feel a weight on my shoulders, but at least she talked to me. I know that she still doesn't feel well and that there is some action in the future to correct that.
Darkness is falling. We had been away for quite a while. "We should head back," I say.
"Ya," Letty replies.
I start the engine of my RX-7 and set off home.
"You know I love you, and will always take care of you," I say. I put my hand on her knee.
"Ya," She says and pauses. "I do."