TITLE: What I Always Wanted
AUTHOR: Nothing
RATING: R, for now. Course language, self mutilation due to depression.
CATAGORY: Het
PAIRING: Dom/OFC
SUMMARY: A new girl (Jess) comes to town. She's not like all the other girls, she's punk/goth. Dom likes her individuality and they become involved. But Jess has some problems she needs to come to erm with, and maybe Dom and the crew can help her out.
DISCLAIMER: The usual. I don't own any of the Fast and the Furious characters, Jess, Tyson, and Morgan are mine. Don't sue me! I'm not making any money.
FEEDBACK: If you plan on reading my fic, then plan on giving me feedback as well. Tell me if you don't like it, tell if you like it. Any criticism is good!
ARCHIVE: Hells ya!
NOTES: Jess suffers from depression, she cuts herself sometimes, so deal with that for a while. Her brother is an ass and likes to hurt her.
The phone rang; causing her to wake from the tremendous pain it caused her head. She crawled across her room to the phone, ignoring the fact that she was completely naked because the towel and come off during her sleep. She picked up the phone and propped herself up on her elbows, bringing the receiver to her ear.
"Hullo?" She said groggily, her head in her hand.
"Hi, this is Dominic Toretto. Is this Jess?" he asked in a deep and gravely voice.
"Ya...is my car done?" she didn't want to have conversation right now. Her head hurt too much.
"Yeah it is. Would you like to come pick it up? Or should I have someone bring it to you?" He asked her.
She moaned in pain before she answered him.
"Can someone bring it here?" she said as she began to crawl back towards her bed with the phone.
"Ya, that's no problem, But it'll have to be tomorrow because we're all busy today." he said quickly.
"Oh, fuck it then. I'll just come and pick it up in an hour or so. Is that okay?" She said with a small groan as she plopped herself down onto the mattress.
"Sure thing. I'll see you in a bit then." He started to say something but she interrupted him immediately.
"Mkay, bye." and then she hung up the phone.
An hour or so later, she headed out her door wearing a black hoody and black leather pants. She was not in the mood to get dressed up. She didn't bother putting on make-up, even though she knew her face looked like shit with cuts and bruises from her brother throwing her into the wall. She didn't put any gel in her hair; instead she just put on a black beret.
She started walking the two blocks to Dominics garage so she could get her car. The walk was excruciating, the sun was shining brightly and it made her eyes hurt. She felt as if she had the mother of all hangovers. As soon as she started walking she noticed the sharp pain in her side. Her brother must have literally thrown her into the backyard. She decided that she would get that checked out later.
Ten agonizing minutes later she reached the garage. She saw Dom at her car, looking under the hood. But she knew he couldn't see her, he was too involved with the car. She took the chance to actually look at him. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of black worn in jeans. She could clearly see all of his muscles, his abd where chiseled and she felt the urge to walk up and touch them. He was beautiful. And he was completely not her type.
She herself from her thoughts and walked around the car and stood there watching him for a minute.
"I thought you said it was finished." She said, making him jump and narrowly miss hitting his head on the hood.
"Didn't you ever learn not to sneak up on people?" he asked with a chuckle.
"No. That wasn't part of my upbringing." she said with a straight and serious face.
"Hmmm, well it is done, I was just looking at it," tearing his eyes from the car engine, he looked at her for the first time.
"Holy shit! What the fuck happened to you? You look like you've been rammed into a fucking wall!" he said as he moved a little closer to her. She flinched at the closeness he had brought between them and moved back a couple steps.
"I was. How much do I owe you?" she asked as she took another step away from Dom and towards her car.
"It's nothing. All it was, was a loose pipe that I had to fasten back in place. It took all of five minutes to do." he said as he began to shut the hood.
"Okay. Thanks." She started to open the car door but Dom began to speak again.
"Uuhm...There's a race tonight, I thought you might wanna know about it. I don't know if you race or not but I'm sure this car would seriously kick some ass. And I was also thinking...maybe we could..." his sentence trailed off into mumbles that Jess couldn't hear.
"What? I can't hear a fucking word you just said." she propped her arms on the car door, leaning onto it. She had a clue what he just said but she couldn't bring herself to believe it. This gorgeous man was trying to ask her out?
"I said, maybe we could go to dinner before the race...if you wanted to." He said. Kicking himself inwardly for getting nervous over asking a girl out to dinner. He'd done it a million times. But there was something different about this girl. She was different from all the other girls. She had her own style and she wasn't some bimbo who just wanted to sleep with him because of his racing and his looks.
At first she didn't know what to say. This was the kind of guy who should have a ditsy blonde with big boobs, sitting on his lap. The kind of guy who slept with a different girl everynight. This definately did not seem like the kind of guy who would get nervous over asking a girl, and most importantly, a girl like her! A freak! But then she thought that maybe he wasn't that kind of guy. Maybe he was different. She decieded to try and figure out who he really was.
"Sure. I'd love to. Do you want me to meet you here, or do you wanna pick me up at my place. I can get my car after dinner." she blushed slightly at him asking her out for a date. And she laughed inwardly at how he became nervous about it.
"I can pick you up. How's eight?" he asked.
"Okay. No problem. House number 1429." She heard a car coming down the street and she could hear the drunken screaming coming from it. Her brother was on his way home from the party last night. He was already drunk today.
She groaned and then looked back at Dom. "I have to go now...my brother's home." Just as she finished her sentence, the car stopped in the middle of the street. Her brother emerged from it.
"Jess!" he yelled as he stumbled onto the ground. She slowly started to turn around.
"I called you bitch, answer me!" he yelled again, obviously she wasn't quick enough for him.
"What do you want Tyson? " she asked him.
"I want you to get your slutty ass back home and clean up!" When he finished his sentence, he took a swig from the Fire Ball he held in his hand.
The commotion drew Doms friends from inside to emerge. She recognized the one with the tattoos, but she didn't know his name.
"I'm busy Tyson, I'll be home in a bit!" Her brother continued to walk up the path to the garage. She decided that it would be best if she walked over to him instead of acting like a kid and letting herself be protected by all these people.
"I don't fucking care what your doing Jess, I want you home to clean and cook me dinner!" he yelled at her.
"All right. I'll be home in five minutes," she said as she reached where he was.
His hand flew up and hit her head, causing her beret to go flying off and her head to spin with dizziness.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" she heard Dom yell from right behind her. When her head cleared, she realized that he was embracing her. And that she wasn't standing straight. Had she begun to fall and he caught her? It hurt her to think.
"Who the fuck are you? Is she fucking you now? Little slutty bitch, she ain't good for nothin'!" he started to raise his hand again but it was caught in mid air by the tattooed man.
"I suggest you get the fuck off this property before you become one with the pavement! And you can go home and cook your own god damn dinner, 'cause the lady is joining us tonight." he said as he slowly bent Tysons arm backwards, which caused him to yelp in pain.
"Fuck, fine. I know when I'm unwelcome. You best not come back into that house then Jess. If I see you in there again then I'll fucking smash your head right through the wall this time!" he said as he threw down the now empty bottle.
"You mean you where the one who did that to her?" Dom said as he let go of her and started stalking over to Tyson. The man with the tattoos held him back.
"Get the fuck off this property man! Get the fuck off this damn block if you know what's good for you!" he said as he struggled to hold onto Dom.
Tyson ran, but mostly stumbled his way to the car and he drove off. Once all the guys got Dom settled down, and sitting with a cold beer in his hands, they all just sat in silence. Jess sat there looking at Dom, wondering what would make him care so much for her. Wondering what the fuck he even saw in her and why it was worth standing up for.
"Why?" asked Dom, breaking the uneasy silence.
"Why what Dom?" Jess asked, slightly annoyed.
"Why the fuck did he do that to you!" he yelled as he stood up, slamming his beer down on the table, wich in turn made everyone in the room jump slightly.
"Because he's an ass Dom! He's been like that ever since-" she stopped abruptly before continuing. "Ever since I was 15. And now, thanks to you I have no money, and no place to live!"
"Oh you fucking bitch!" she heard from her left. It was the girl she saw in the garage who gave her a sour look. She had gotten off her chair and stalked towards her. "Because of him?! Listen you ungreatful bitch, because of him, you don't have to go back to that fucking creep everynight and deal with his drunk ass shit! Because of him, you can feel safe!" She would have gone on, but Dom cut in.
"Lettiana!" he bellowed and she quickly shut her mouth and glared at him. "You've made your point." She sat down and glared at Jess some more. Dom turned to her, his facial expression softening. "As for money, and a place to live, you can help out around the garage and shit, doing odd jobs, and you can live here. That is if you want to. But I don't want you to feel like I'm being a charity case, fuck that shit, i'm sure we would all enjoy you staying her. And it would have prolly happened sooner or later." He said giving her a small smile.
Jess let out a loud sigh and sat down. She rest her forhead on her palm and slowly took a deep breath before speaking.
"Alright. Thankyou. I'm sorry i was abitch but I'm just..." She didn't say anymore once she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Dom towering over her with his hand on her shoulder.
"It's alright, we understand. You, me and Letty are going to head over to your brothers place and get your stuff. Is that okay?" he said quietly as he rubbed her back in a slow circular motion.
"Ya okay. Can we do it quick though? I don't wanna be there for any longer then I really hafta"
She said as she cringed slightly when Doms hand moved from it's original point. He seemed to notice and removed his hand from her back entirely.
Dom, Letty and Jess all got up and headed out the door. They walked in silence as they headed towards Jess's house.
Jess stopped momentarily when they had reached the house. She could hear the loud music coming from inside, she could hear the drunk voices, but the one thing that made her blood chill was the high pitched scream that came from within. She recognized that scream. Morgan. Not Morgan, what where they doing to Morgan?Before she thought about what she was doing, she ran inside the door and threw herself ontop of her brother.
"Get the fuck off her!" she yelled as she pounded into him, her teeth sunk into his shoulder and he let out a loud cry. He spun himself around, hurling Jess across the room.
"I told you not to come back here!" He yelled as he stalked towards her. He picked up a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels and threw it at her. The bottle smashed against the wall derectly above her head, causing shards of glass to shower over her, cutting her and pieces of glass getting caught in her hair and on her clothes.
He continued to walk towards her, his hand rising in the air to hit her, but abruptly his hand was stopped in mid swing. Dom.
Morgan ran over to her, pulling her up and running to her room. Morgan quickly shut the door behind her.
"Jess are you okay?!" she said as she threw her arms around Jess.
"ya. Fine. Are you okay? What did he do to you?" she asked, frantically looking Morgan's body over.
"Nothing. He didn't have time to do anything. I just came over to see you because i hadn't heard from you in a few days. I asked if you where here and he pulled me inside and threw me on the ground. Then you came in." she explained quickly.
"Alright...so you're okay. Dom and Letty are probably out there kicking their asses, I need to get all my stuff and we need to go." Jess said as she grabbed a bag from her closet and started shoving all of her clothes in it. She didn't own that much anyways.
"Fuck Jess. You wanna tell what happened?" Morgan asked calmly. Jess sighed heavily and sat herself down on the bed before saying anything.
"Tyson's been getting worse. See my face? yesterday he threw my face into the wall because i had my music on loud and he didn't like it. When I woke up I was outside soaking wet from the sprinklers. Anyways, this morning I went over to Doms, he's the big hot bald guy," she said blushing with a small laugh. Morgan laughed also before Jess continued. "So I went over there to get my baby, 'cause he had fixed her for me. He saw my face, and then Tyson came driving up and started to flip shit. Dom found out that Tyson was the one who had done this to me and he freaked out and tried to kill my brother, but Vince held him back. So now I live with Dom and everybody else in that house. For money and shit I'll be working in the garage helping out with odd jobs." Jess let out a loud sigh. "And that's my story." She got up and continued to shove articles of clothes in her bag.
"Holy shit Jess! Lemme see your legs." Morgan demanded.
"Fuck you." Jess said bluntly.
"Jess! Let me see your fucking legs! You never stopped it did you? You had told me that you stopped." Morgan was angry now. She hated seeing Jess so hurt. Hurt to the point where she need to self inflict pain just to be happy.
"No! I never stopped. Are you fucking happy? I never stopped. You try living with him! You try putting up with his shit for just one day! Then you can bitch at me." She yelled at Morgan, tears filling her eyes. Morgon stood up and walked to her, pulling her into her arms. They slowly sank to the floor together, Morgan holding Jess in her arms.
"I know baby. I'm sorry. I just love you so much and I hate seeing you do that shit to yourself. Come on. Let's get you the fuck out of this hell hole and into bed with that guy before I steal him from you." They both laughed uneasily.
Ten minutes later they emerged from Jess's room. Jess's brother and his friends where all passed out on the floor. All beaten up. Jess walked over to her brother, looking at him with a hate filled, pained expression. She drew her leg back and kicked him in the ribs as hard as she could, hearing the sickening crunch of a rib or two.
They walked outside and saw Dom and Letty sitting there drinking a beer each that they must have grabbed from the fridge.
When Dom noticed them come outside, he quickly stood up and came over to Jess. She dropped her bags and looked at him, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly. He felt her head shake against his chest.
"I'm okay now. Can we get away from here please?" she asked Dom.
"Yeah. Let's go." He said as he picked up her bag.
"Oh! Dom, can you do me a favor? Later on can you get a couple of the guys to come back and grab my sterio? It kicks ass and I bet it beats yours." She said with a small laugh.
"Ya, sure no problem." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and they started walking back up to his house. Morgan and Letty walked behind, talking to eachother, getting to know eachother.
Later on, they where all sitting around the Toretto picnic bench, eating hamburgers. Music was playing and everyone seemed happy.
"So Jess," Vince asked. "How did you and Morgan meet?" He said with a smile.
"Me and Morgan met years ago on the net. We would talk to eachother practically all the time. But I lived far away from here! I lived in Canada and she lived in the states! And please, no wise cracks about Canada eh?" Everybody let out a laugh. "I hated that place and I couldn't wait to get the fuck out of there. So when I was 17, I dropped out of school, got enough money to last me a long time and I got a plane ticket to California. I showed up at Morgans door step. She knew who I was as soon as she saw me, because back then we looked almost the same. My brother had lived in the states since...since I was 15, so I called him and asked if I could live with him. After I told him that I would pay rent he said yes. So me and Morgan have been bestfriends...and more at one point, since then. The end." She explained and then let out a sigh before taking a big bite out of her burger.
"So you guys like dyked at one point?" Letty asked with food in her mouth. She had lightened up on Jess once she fully noticed her family situation and what she must have going through for the past few years.
"Ya." Jess and Morgan said in unison, giving eachother a remembering grin.
"Cool." A few of them said.
"Yeah. I went bi, but she kinda stayed dyke. The odd time she'll get dick happy and sleep with some son of a bitch, but she's just a raging dyke! "Jess said as she yelled down the table at morgan. In return she got a bread roll thrown in her face and then a retort.
"You're just jealous you're not getting any of this ass anymore!" Morgan said, sticking out her tongue.
"Au contraire ma cherie! You are the one that's jealous because I was getting all the girls!" Jess said with a laugh.
"What the fuck does it matter anyways. In the end we just shared 'em!" With that retort, everyone busted out laughing.
Jess stood up with her plate in hand, walked around the picnic table until she reached Morgan. Then she bent down and licked along her cheek and then gave her peck before walking away.
"Tease!" Morgan yelled as Jess walked inside to help Mia clean up the mess.
AUTHOR: Nothing
RATING: R, for now. Course language, self mutilation due to depression.
CATAGORY: Het
PAIRING: Dom/OFC
SUMMARY: A new girl (Jess) comes to town. She's not like all the other girls, she's punk/goth. Dom likes her individuality and they become involved. But Jess has some problems she needs to come to erm with, and maybe Dom and the crew can help her out.
DISCLAIMER: The usual. I don't own any of the Fast and the Furious characters, Jess, Tyson, and Morgan are mine. Don't sue me! I'm not making any money.
FEEDBACK: If you plan on reading my fic, then plan on giving me feedback as well. Tell me if you don't like it, tell if you like it. Any criticism is good!
ARCHIVE: Hells ya!
NOTES: Jess suffers from depression, she cuts herself sometimes, so deal with that for a while. Her brother is an ass and likes to hurt her.
The phone rang; causing her to wake from the tremendous pain it caused her head. She crawled across her room to the phone, ignoring the fact that she was completely naked because the towel and come off during her sleep. She picked up the phone and propped herself up on her elbows, bringing the receiver to her ear.
"Hullo?" She said groggily, her head in her hand.
"Hi, this is Dominic Toretto. Is this Jess?" he asked in a deep and gravely voice.
"Ya...is my car done?" she didn't want to have conversation right now. Her head hurt too much.
"Yeah it is. Would you like to come pick it up? Or should I have someone bring it to you?" He asked her.
She moaned in pain before she answered him.
"Can someone bring it here?" she said as she began to crawl back towards her bed with the phone.
"Ya, that's no problem, But it'll have to be tomorrow because we're all busy today." he said quickly.
"Oh, fuck it then. I'll just come and pick it up in an hour or so. Is that okay?" She said with a small groan as she plopped herself down onto the mattress.
"Sure thing. I'll see you in a bit then." He started to say something but she interrupted him immediately.
"Mkay, bye." and then she hung up the phone.
An hour or so later, she headed out her door wearing a black hoody and black leather pants. She was not in the mood to get dressed up. She didn't bother putting on make-up, even though she knew her face looked like shit with cuts and bruises from her brother throwing her into the wall. She didn't put any gel in her hair; instead she just put on a black beret.
She started walking the two blocks to Dominics garage so she could get her car. The walk was excruciating, the sun was shining brightly and it made her eyes hurt. She felt as if she had the mother of all hangovers. As soon as she started walking she noticed the sharp pain in her side. Her brother must have literally thrown her into the backyard. She decided that she would get that checked out later.
Ten agonizing minutes later she reached the garage. She saw Dom at her car, looking under the hood. But she knew he couldn't see her, he was too involved with the car. She took the chance to actually look at him. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of black worn in jeans. She could clearly see all of his muscles, his abd where chiseled and she felt the urge to walk up and touch them. He was beautiful. And he was completely not her type.
She herself from her thoughts and walked around the car and stood there watching him for a minute.
"I thought you said it was finished." She said, making him jump and narrowly miss hitting his head on the hood.
"Didn't you ever learn not to sneak up on people?" he asked with a chuckle.
"No. That wasn't part of my upbringing." she said with a straight and serious face.
"Hmmm, well it is done, I was just looking at it," tearing his eyes from the car engine, he looked at her for the first time.
"Holy shit! What the fuck happened to you? You look like you've been rammed into a fucking wall!" he said as he moved a little closer to her. She flinched at the closeness he had brought between them and moved back a couple steps.
"I was. How much do I owe you?" she asked as she took another step away from Dom and towards her car.
"It's nothing. All it was, was a loose pipe that I had to fasten back in place. It took all of five minutes to do." he said as he began to shut the hood.
"Okay. Thanks." She started to open the car door but Dom began to speak again.
"Uuhm...There's a race tonight, I thought you might wanna know about it. I don't know if you race or not but I'm sure this car would seriously kick some ass. And I was also thinking...maybe we could..." his sentence trailed off into mumbles that Jess couldn't hear.
"What? I can't hear a fucking word you just said." she propped her arms on the car door, leaning onto it. She had a clue what he just said but she couldn't bring herself to believe it. This gorgeous man was trying to ask her out?
"I said, maybe we could go to dinner before the race...if you wanted to." He said. Kicking himself inwardly for getting nervous over asking a girl out to dinner. He'd done it a million times. But there was something different about this girl. She was different from all the other girls. She had her own style and she wasn't some bimbo who just wanted to sleep with him because of his racing and his looks.
At first she didn't know what to say. This was the kind of guy who should have a ditsy blonde with big boobs, sitting on his lap. The kind of guy who slept with a different girl everynight. This definately did not seem like the kind of guy who would get nervous over asking a girl, and most importantly, a girl like her! A freak! But then she thought that maybe he wasn't that kind of guy. Maybe he was different. She decieded to try and figure out who he really was.
"Sure. I'd love to. Do you want me to meet you here, or do you wanna pick me up at my place. I can get my car after dinner." she blushed slightly at him asking her out for a date. And she laughed inwardly at how he became nervous about it.
"I can pick you up. How's eight?" he asked.
"Okay. No problem. House number 1429." She heard a car coming down the street and she could hear the drunken screaming coming from it. Her brother was on his way home from the party last night. He was already drunk today.
She groaned and then looked back at Dom. "I have to go now...my brother's home." Just as she finished her sentence, the car stopped in the middle of the street. Her brother emerged from it.
"Jess!" he yelled as he stumbled onto the ground. She slowly started to turn around.
"I called you bitch, answer me!" he yelled again, obviously she wasn't quick enough for him.
"What do you want Tyson? " she asked him.
"I want you to get your slutty ass back home and clean up!" When he finished his sentence, he took a swig from the Fire Ball he held in his hand.
The commotion drew Doms friends from inside to emerge. She recognized the one with the tattoos, but she didn't know his name.
"I'm busy Tyson, I'll be home in a bit!" Her brother continued to walk up the path to the garage. She decided that it would be best if she walked over to him instead of acting like a kid and letting herself be protected by all these people.
"I don't fucking care what your doing Jess, I want you home to clean and cook me dinner!" he yelled at her.
"All right. I'll be home in five minutes," she said as she reached where he was.
His hand flew up and hit her head, causing her beret to go flying off and her head to spin with dizziness.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" she heard Dom yell from right behind her. When her head cleared, she realized that he was embracing her. And that she wasn't standing straight. Had she begun to fall and he caught her? It hurt her to think.
"Who the fuck are you? Is she fucking you now? Little slutty bitch, she ain't good for nothin'!" he started to raise his hand again but it was caught in mid air by the tattooed man.
"I suggest you get the fuck off this property before you become one with the pavement! And you can go home and cook your own god damn dinner, 'cause the lady is joining us tonight." he said as he slowly bent Tysons arm backwards, which caused him to yelp in pain.
"Fuck, fine. I know when I'm unwelcome. You best not come back into that house then Jess. If I see you in there again then I'll fucking smash your head right through the wall this time!" he said as he threw down the now empty bottle.
"You mean you where the one who did that to her?" Dom said as he let go of her and started stalking over to Tyson. The man with the tattoos held him back.
"Get the fuck off this property man! Get the fuck off this damn block if you know what's good for you!" he said as he struggled to hold onto Dom.
Tyson ran, but mostly stumbled his way to the car and he drove off. Once all the guys got Dom settled down, and sitting with a cold beer in his hands, they all just sat in silence. Jess sat there looking at Dom, wondering what would make him care so much for her. Wondering what the fuck he even saw in her and why it was worth standing up for.
"Why?" asked Dom, breaking the uneasy silence.
"Why what Dom?" Jess asked, slightly annoyed.
"Why the fuck did he do that to you!" he yelled as he stood up, slamming his beer down on the table, wich in turn made everyone in the room jump slightly.
"Because he's an ass Dom! He's been like that ever since-" she stopped abruptly before continuing. "Ever since I was 15. And now, thanks to you I have no money, and no place to live!"
"Oh you fucking bitch!" she heard from her left. It was the girl she saw in the garage who gave her a sour look. She had gotten off her chair and stalked towards her. "Because of him?! Listen you ungreatful bitch, because of him, you don't have to go back to that fucking creep everynight and deal with his drunk ass shit! Because of him, you can feel safe!" She would have gone on, but Dom cut in.
"Lettiana!" he bellowed and she quickly shut her mouth and glared at him. "You've made your point." She sat down and glared at Jess some more. Dom turned to her, his facial expression softening. "As for money, and a place to live, you can help out around the garage and shit, doing odd jobs, and you can live here. That is if you want to. But I don't want you to feel like I'm being a charity case, fuck that shit, i'm sure we would all enjoy you staying her. And it would have prolly happened sooner or later." He said giving her a small smile.
Jess let out a loud sigh and sat down. She rest her forhead on her palm and slowly took a deep breath before speaking.
"Alright. Thankyou. I'm sorry i was abitch but I'm just..." She didn't say anymore once she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Dom towering over her with his hand on her shoulder.
"It's alright, we understand. You, me and Letty are going to head over to your brothers place and get your stuff. Is that okay?" he said quietly as he rubbed her back in a slow circular motion.
"Ya okay. Can we do it quick though? I don't wanna be there for any longer then I really hafta"
She said as she cringed slightly when Doms hand moved from it's original point. He seemed to notice and removed his hand from her back entirely.
Dom, Letty and Jess all got up and headed out the door. They walked in silence as they headed towards Jess's house.
Jess stopped momentarily when they had reached the house. She could hear the loud music coming from inside, she could hear the drunk voices, but the one thing that made her blood chill was the high pitched scream that came from within. She recognized that scream. Morgan. Not Morgan, what where they doing to Morgan?Before she thought about what she was doing, she ran inside the door and threw herself ontop of her brother.
"Get the fuck off her!" she yelled as she pounded into him, her teeth sunk into his shoulder and he let out a loud cry. He spun himself around, hurling Jess across the room.
"I told you not to come back here!" He yelled as he stalked towards her. He picked up a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels and threw it at her. The bottle smashed against the wall derectly above her head, causing shards of glass to shower over her, cutting her and pieces of glass getting caught in her hair and on her clothes.
He continued to walk towards her, his hand rising in the air to hit her, but abruptly his hand was stopped in mid swing. Dom.
Morgan ran over to her, pulling her up and running to her room. Morgan quickly shut the door behind her.
"Jess are you okay?!" she said as she threw her arms around Jess.
"ya. Fine. Are you okay? What did he do to you?" she asked, frantically looking Morgan's body over.
"Nothing. He didn't have time to do anything. I just came over to see you because i hadn't heard from you in a few days. I asked if you where here and he pulled me inside and threw me on the ground. Then you came in." she explained quickly.
"Alright...so you're okay. Dom and Letty are probably out there kicking their asses, I need to get all my stuff and we need to go." Jess said as she grabbed a bag from her closet and started shoving all of her clothes in it. She didn't own that much anyways.
"Fuck Jess. You wanna tell what happened?" Morgan asked calmly. Jess sighed heavily and sat herself down on the bed before saying anything.
"Tyson's been getting worse. See my face? yesterday he threw my face into the wall because i had my music on loud and he didn't like it. When I woke up I was outside soaking wet from the sprinklers. Anyways, this morning I went over to Doms, he's the big hot bald guy," she said blushing with a small laugh. Morgan laughed also before Jess continued. "So I went over there to get my baby, 'cause he had fixed her for me. He saw my face, and then Tyson came driving up and started to flip shit. Dom found out that Tyson was the one who had done this to me and he freaked out and tried to kill my brother, but Vince held him back. So now I live with Dom and everybody else in that house. For money and shit I'll be working in the garage helping out with odd jobs." Jess let out a loud sigh. "And that's my story." She got up and continued to shove articles of clothes in her bag.
"Holy shit Jess! Lemme see your legs." Morgan demanded.
"Fuck you." Jess said bluntly.
"Jess! Let me see your fucking legs! You never stopped it did you? You had told me that you stopped." Morgan was angry now. She hated seeing Jess so hurt. Hurt to the point where she need to self inflict pain just to be happy.
"No! I never stopped. Are you fucking happy? I never stopped. You try living with him! You try putting up with his shit for just one day! Then you can bitch at me." She yelled at Morgan, tears filling her eyes. Morgon stood up and walked to her, pulling her into her arms. They slowly sank to the floor together, Morgan holding Jess in her arms.
"I know baby. I'm sorry. I just love you so much and I hate seeing you do that shit to yourself. Come on. Let's get you the fuck out of this hell hole and into bed with that guy before I steal him from you." They both laughed uneasily.
Ten minutes later they emerged from Jess's room. Jess's brother and his friends where all passed out on the floor. All beaten up. Jess walked over to her brother, looking at him with a hate filled, pained expression. She drew her leg back and kicked him in the ribs as hard as she could, hearing the sickening crunch of a rib or two.
They walked outside and saw Dom and Letty sitting there drinking a beer each that they must have grabbed from the fridge.
When Dom noticed them come outside, he quickly stood up and came over to Jess. She dropped her bags and looked at him, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly. He felt her head shake against his chest.
"I'm okay now. Can we get away from here please?" she asked Dom.
"Yeah. Let's go." He said as he picked up her bag.
"Oh! Dom, can you do me a favor? Later on can you get a couple of the guys to come back and grab my sterio? It kicks ass and I bet it beats yours." She said with a small laugh.
"Ya, sure no problem." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and they started walking back up to his house. Morgan and Letty walked behind, talking to eachother, getting to know eachother.
Later on, they where all sitting around the Toretto picnic bench, eating hamburgers. Music was playing and everyone seemed happy.
"So Jess," Vince asked. "How did you and Morgan meet?" He said with a smile.
"Me and Morgan met years ago on the net. We would talk to eachother practically all the time. But I lived far away from here! I lived in Canada and she lived in the states! And please, no wise cracks about Canada eh?" Everybody let out a laugh. "I hated that place and I couldn't wait to get the fuck out of there. So when I was 17, I dropped out of school, got enough money to last me a long time and I got a plane ticket to California. I showed up at Morgans door step. She knew who I was as soon as she saw me, because back then we looked almost the same. My brother had lived in the states since...since I was 15, so I called him and asked if I could live with him. After I told him that I would pay rent he said yes. So me and Morgan have been bestfriends...and more at one point, since then. The end." She explained and then let out a sigh before taking a big bite out of her burger.
"So you guys like dyked at one point?" Letty asked with food in her mouth. She had lightened up on Jess once she fully noticed her family situation and what she must have going through for the past few years.
"Ya." Jess and Morgan said in unison, giving eachother a remembering grin.
"Cool." A few of them said.
"Yeah. I went bi, but she kinda stayed dyke. The odd time she'll get dick happy and sleep with some son of a bitch, but she's just a raging dyke! "Jess said as she yelled down the table at morgan. In return she got a bread roll thrown in her face and then a retort.
"You're just jealous you're not getting any of this ass anymore!" Morgan said, sticking out her tongue.
"Au contraire ma cherie! You are the one that's jealous because I was getting all the girls!" Jess said with a laugh.
"What the fuck does it matter anyways. In the end we just shared 'em!" With that retort, everyone busted out laughing.
Jess stood up with her plate in hand, walked around the picnic table until she reached Morgan. Then she bent down and licked along her cheek and then gave her peck before walking away.
"Tease!" Morgan yelled as Jess walked inside to help Mia clean up the mess.