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Chapter 3
"Fine Mr. Toretto!!!" Trish screams at Dom, "I'll change my f*cking clothes."
"God damn it Trish," Dom growls, "You are seriously pushing me!!"
"Good!!! Glad to know its working," Trish spits at him, "Now will you leave, and leave me alone?!"
"Get Dressed. NOW TRISH!" Dom says to her as he clenches his fists and silently counts to 10 while taking deep breathes. I will not allow her to push my buttons. I will not allow her to bush my buttons. Dom keeps telling himself.
Dom walks out of the room and pulls the curtain shut to allow Trish to change in private. Crossing his arms and looking around with that scowl on his face that he alone is famous for, and leans up against the wall. What the hell has happened to my sweet little peanut? And just who in the hell has she turned into. My god could they possibly be the same person?
Just then, Dom hears a terrible crash coming from the area he has left Trish in. He rips open the curtain to find Trish on the floor in her underwear, crying softly.
Dom bends down to pick Trish up off the floor and sets her on the bed. When he lets go of her and reaches for the scrubs, is when he notices! Trish looks as though she has been beaten again and again. He body is battered, bruised and scared. Someone has beaten one of his families. A slow rage builds within Dom. He can feel the heat of anger beginning to overtake him, and he closes his eyes and takes yet another deep, calming breath, before trying to speak.
"Who did this to you Peanut?" Dom asks in a very calm, yet forceful voice. He feels as if his heart is being ripped out of his chest, the pain she must be feeling now, my god, she has been feeling for so long, according to the marks on her body. Trish looks up at him, and looks into his eyes. Dom could never hide what he was feeling and thinking from here as long as she could look into his eyes and that has not changed. She can see the rage, the pain, the feelings she so desperately was trying to shield him from.
"It's okay Dom! I'm okay Dom! Please, just let it go! Oh my god, this is exactly what I was trying to avoid." Trish starts to cry hysterically, she is in no shape to deal with the pain she believes she has caused Dom. Her hero. Her brother, the only family she believes she has. Everything she feared, everything she tried to avoid, was sitting in front of her, and she had done nothing but cause Dom trouble and pain.
"This is why I didn't want to see you Dom! This is why I wanted to die. I can't be the cause of your pain. I can't look at you and know that you see me, this waste of a person. Don't you see, I have to leave? I can't stand to have you look at me and end up hating me."
Dom reaches over to Trish, gently pulling her into his arms, slowly stroking her hair and rubbing her back. He rocks her as if he was rocking a baby, and gently kisses her on the forehead:
"Jesus Trish, don't you get it? Baby girl, you are a Toretto, you are my family. Honey I don't have you. I love you! I'm not mad at you peanut. I want to find and kill whoever did this to you. I'm not angry at you, I am angry at a lot of people, including myself, but never you baby girl, never you!"
"Dom, what are you talking about mad at yourself? I don't understand what you mean? You didn't hurt me. You would never hurt me. I know that, geez, I knew coming back here was a huge mistake" she says trying to push him away, "I have to get out of here."
"Let's get you dressed and get home Peanut. Mia is going to have my ass for taking so long as it is. She is worried about you to, and she wants to see you."
Trish groans and starts to cry again.
"I am so not ready to go through all of this again Dom, I just can't. Please just let me ."
"One step at a time peanut, let's get you dressed and to the house. No questions, no conversations, enough for now, lets just get you home and start to get you healed."
"Do I have a choice Dommy?" Trish asks with half a smile.
"What do you think?" Dom says with a smile.
TRISH'S POV
Dom helped me get the scrubs on, and got my rags into a bag, and we left the hospital to go to the Toretto's house. The drive was silent. I had a huge headache and could barely stand to keep my eyes open. So Dom left the radio off and didn't ask anymore questions. I knew that it was only a matter of time though.
When we got to the old neighbor hood, we drove by the only house that I remember as being a home, my home. I started to tear up, and swallowed hard a few times to keep from crying. All I could think was what the hell am I doing back here. All of my best and treasured memories are here, and I am way beyond to screwed up to get anywhere close to having those back.
Dom must have known how hard I was trying to keep it together, because he reached over and took my hand and squeezed it, as if to say, I am here with you and you are not alone. If only I could trust it. If only I could trust him. God I am so scared. I don't know which way is up. And I am having way to many feelings, and I just can't deal with them all. I just got to get to the house, get to my bag, and get to the bathroom, and I can get a hit, and then the feelings and this bullshit crying will stop. Just a few more blocks.
Oh, shit, but what if Mia, has opened my bag? What if she found my shit? Oh crap Oh crap Oh crap. That would suck big time. Dom will freek!
So we get to the house, and walk into the door, and there is Mia, with those guys Brian and Leon, and . oh shit, she has my bag, and I am so dead!! I can so tell by the look on there faces, that they found my shit, and I am so in for it.
Chapter 3
"Fine Mr. Toretto!!!" Trish screams at Dom, "I'll change my f*cking clothes."
"God damn it Trish," Dom growls, "You are seriously pushing me!!"
"Good!!! Glad to know its working," Trish spits at him, "Now will you leave, and leave me alone?!"
"Get Dressed. NOW TRISH!" Dom says to her as he clenches his fists and silently counts to 10 while taking deep breathes. I will not allow her to push my buttons. I will not allow her to bush my buttons. Dom keeps telling himself.
Dom walks out of the room and pulls the curtain shut to allow Trish to change in private. Crossing his arms and looking around with that scowl on his face that he alone is famous for, and leans up against the wall. What the hell has happened to my sweet little peanut? And just who in the hell has she turned into. My god could they possibly be the same person?
Just then, Dom hears a terrible crash coming from the area he has left Trish in. He rips open the curtain to find Trish on the floor in her underwear, crying softly.
Dom bends down to pick Trish up off the floor and sets her on the bed. When he lets go of her and reaches for the scrubs, is when he notices! Trish looks as though she has been beaten again and again. He body is battered, bruised and scared. Someone has beaten one of his families. A slow rage builds within Dom. He can feel the heat of anger beginning to overtake him, and he closes his eyes and takes yet another deep, calming breath, before trying to speak.
"Who did this to you Peanut?" Dom asks in a very calm, yet forceful voice. He feels as if his heart is being ripped out of his chest, the pain she must be feeling now, my god, she has been feeling for so long, according to the marks on her body. Trish looks up at him, and looks into his eyes. Dom could never hide what he was feeling and thinking from here as long as she could look into his eyes and that has not changed. She can see the rage, the pain, the feelings she so desperately was trying to shield him from.
"It's okay Dom! I'm okay Dom! Please, just let it go! Oh my god, this is exactly what I was trying to avoid." Trish starts to cry hysterically, she is in no shape to deal with the pain she believes she has caused Dom. Her hero. Her brother, the only family she believes she has. Everything she feared, everything she tried to avoid, was sitting in front of her, and she had done nothing but cause Dom trouble and pain.
"This is why I didn't want to see you Dom! This is why I wanted to die. I can't be the cause of your pain. I can't look at you and know that you see me, this waste of a person. Don't you see, I have to leave? I can't stand to have you look at me and end up hating me."
Dom reaches over to Trish, gently pulling her into his arms, slowly stroking her hair and rubbing her back. He rocks her as if he was rocking a baby, and gently kisses her on the forehead:
"Jesus Trish, don't you get it? Baby girl, you are a Toretto, you are my family. Honey I don't have you. I love you! I'm not mad at you peanut. I want to find and kill whoever did this to you. I'm not angry at you, I am angry at a lot of people, including myself, but never you baby girl, never you!"
"Dom, what are you talking about mad at yourself? I don't understand what you mean? You didn't hurt me. You would never hurt me. I know that, geez, I knew coming back here was a huge mistake" she says trying to push him away, "I have to get out of here."
"Let's get you dressed and get home Peanut. Mia is going to have my ass for taking so long as it is. She is worried about you to, and she wants to see you."
Trish groans and starts to cry again.
"I am so not ready to go through all of this again Dom, I just can't. Please just let me ."
"One step at a time peanut, let's get you dressed and to the house. No questions, no conversations, enough for now, lets just get you home and start to get you healed."
"Do I have a choice Dommy?" Trish asks with half a smile.
"What do you think?" Dom says with a smile.
TRISH'S POV
Dom helped me get the scrubs on, and got my rags into a bag, and we left the hospital to go to the Toretto's house. The drive was silent. I had a huge headache and could barely stand to keep my eyes open. So Dom left the radio off and didn't ask anymore questions. I knew that it was only a matter of time though.
When we got to the old neighbor hood, we drove by the only house that I remember as being a home, my home. I started to tear up, and swallowed hard a few times to keep from crying. All I could think was what the hell am I doing back here. All of my best and treasured memories are here, and I am way beyond to screwed up to get anywhere close to having those back.
Dom must have known how hard I was trying to keep it together, because he reached over and took my hand and squeezed it, as if to say, I am here with you and you are not alone. If only I could trust it. If only I could trust him. God I am so scared. I don't know which way is up. And I am having way to many feelings, and I just can't deal with them all. I just got to get to the house, get to my bag, and get to the bathroom, and I can get a hit, and then the feelings and this bullshit crying will stop. Just a few more blocks.
Oh, shit, but what if Mia, has opened my bag? What if she found my shit? Oh crap Oh crap Oh crap. That would suck big time. Dom will freek!
So we get to the house, and walk into the door, and there is Mia, with those guys Brian and Leon, and . oh shit, she has my bag, and I am so dead!! I can so tell by the look on there faces, that they found my shit, and I am so in for it.