a/n: Oh! I'll be doin more editing than before. If you find anything that
needs to be corrected, please let me know! Thanx-a-bunch!
Now on with the chapter!
xangelx
p.s. Be warned! This chapter will go between China and Peter only! Sorry if this isn't what you wanted but...live wit it! Oh yea, NO FLAMES PLEASE! Thank you.
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Second Chances
Chapter 11 ~ Peter and Chan Trang's Past Comes to Light
*~*~* Peter's POV *~*~*
Me and Chan pulled up to Johnny's place. His bike was still there, so was his fucking busted car that's nothin but a piece of shit. I swear that boy can't race for shit eitha.
China, I wonder how she took the news of our little brother. Probably not so well as Johnny did. Johnny neva even liked Christian. China did though. She absolutely adored Christian. I'm gunna give her a call once I figure out that dick of a brother of hers numba and name.
Na forget it. I'll just go to one of the races, tonight. That is if I can get away from this...this place! I hate my family otha than Chan and Christian.
We walked up to the door, Chan knocked on the damn door. Don't even know why he bothered. Johnny's family has hated us since the day they found out about us. Ya see, Johnny's a rich ass mother fucka. Don't give a shit bout others in his life, just bout his fucking ass self.
Don't even know why we bothered to tell these fucking rich ass snobs, if they won't even pay for the funeral and shit. Neva even cared, why start now? Aw, forget it! They wouldn't pull this shit if they wanted somethin. Probably wantin us to give in to their fucking wishes and join their fucking rich ass family. They're nothin but cheats and involved in some deep ass shit like that.
*~*~* China's POV *~*~*
Nothin ever gets better. I thought angrily while under the hood of the 2002 Impala I was working on. "UGH!" I exclaimed throwing the wrench I had in my hands as hard as I possibly could at the nearest wall.
"What's wrong lil one?" Dom asked walking over to where the wrench landed on the floor.
"Annoyed, depressed, ya know the drill." I said leaning against the Impala and taking a good look at my older brother. Somethin's different about him. But what? I thought as my eyes narrowed in thought.
Dom looked up and caught me staring at him. He straightened back up with a slight grin breaking over his features. "What?" he asked chuckling slightly.
"Nothin. Just thinkin is all." I answered taking the proffered wrench from him and turning away before he read my eyes. For some reason, my eyes were like an open window to my emotions, neva figured out how or why though. It's been an ongoing mystery needing to be solved.
"China." Dom said sternly.
I didn't turn around.
"China AngelMarie Toretto." Dom said sternly. This time he said my whole name. My whole name with that tone of voice does not go over well.
I sighed as I turned around.
"What is it Dom?" I asked softly looking at him straight in the eye.
"C'mon sweets. What's wrong? You used to be able to talk to me about your problems. Why is now any different than before?" Dom said tenderly, pulling me to him in a hug that could make me, Mia, and Letty dissolve into tears if somethin was bugging us.
I began to sob.
"C'mon sweets. Let's go for a drive." Dom said softly, taking my hand and leading me to his car. He snatched the wrench, I had been holding, out of my hand and jogging back to the garage. He came back out a few minutes later. He turned on the car and peeled out of the parking lot and down the road.
*~*~* Peter's POV *~*~*
I'm sittin in my car, in front of Toretto's Café. For what reason, I have no idea. Maybe it's because you wanna see China. Taunted a voice in the back of my mind.
Yea. Maybe. I thought after thinking it over. Maybe.
All of a sudden my cell phone rang. I answered it.
"Hello?" I asked looking back across the street at Toretto's and wondering who could possibly be able to get a hold of my cell number.
"Pete? Where are you?" the familiar female voice asked worriedly.
"Toretto's. Where are you?" I asked smiling as I heard the gasp from the other end.
"I-I'm there - here, too." She said stuttering. "If Dom finds out you're here he's gunna blow a major-ass gasket. Not to mention what Johnny might do to you if he finds out you've been here." Her voice got stronger as she spoke.
"Mind if I come in and talk to you for a few minutes?" I asked tuning the car off.
"No, I don't mind. C'mon over, if you're up to it of course, Pete." She said worry lacing her voice. She always did worry about me, Chan and Christian.
"Okay. I'll be over in a couple minutes." I said getting out of the car. "Bye."
"Bye" she said and we hung up.
*~*~* China's POV *~*~*
When I called Pete's cell phone, I hadn't expected him to be right across the street. But he was and for that I'm glad. He was always a quiet one. I was the only one he could talk to and that could possibly understand what he was goin through at the time of, well, his parents' death. That's a different story for another time. Anyway, Pete always used to keep to himself. Not saying a word to anybody unless he was in excruciating pain or something to that measure. Extreme? Yes. It was extreme but not for Pete. He always kept his fears and pain to himself. He shared nothing with no one, except maybe me of course.
Why dear friend? Why now do you show your true fears through your voice and your very soul? I thought sadly watching the door.
This is what you have to understand before I relay the next couple events. Peter Trang was a well-built man, with dark and mysterious brown eyes and black hair. His facial features were chiseled, which made him look rougher than he really was. He wasn't hotheaded like his young brother, Chan, but sweet and kind like his baby brother, Christian.
"China?" a deep voice asked upon entering via the door connecting the garage and store.
I groaned. I still hadn't taken my eyes from the door of the store.
"What is it now Vince?" I asked irritated at the interruption to my thoughts.
"Who's the guy walking across the street?" he asked taking a seat in front of me as everyone else came in.
I looked at the clock. 12:30. I groaned inwardly. Then, the door opened and at the sound of the tinkling of the tiny bells on the door, turned to see Peter standing there. I brightened instantly.
"Pete!" I yelled. I jumped over the counter and rushed at him.
He laughed as he caught me in his arms in a hug only us two could understand as an unbreakable friendship. "How's it goin dear friend?" he asked as we released each other from the hug.
"It's goin good, Pete. What are you doing here?" I asked as we walked to the counter. I resumed my place behind the counter, putting my current book, Pandora by Anne Rice, under the counter.
"Came to see you and family's lit one hell of a fire under me and Chan's asses." Peter said taking a seat on a stool, which happened to be right beside Vince.
"About?" I inquired innocently. I was not prepared for the answer he gave, which I knew for the truth because Peter never spoke lies even little white ones.
"Christian and the death of my parents." Peter said dropping his head to his hands.
I stood in shock. I knew that Peter and Chan's family hated them for some reason but I never really found out why. I didn't want to ask but I knew if I didn't I'd never know. "Why?" I asked sadly. Peter looked up shocked I had asked.
"I should have told you when you asked the last time. But I wasn't ready then and I'm not ready now. Please forgive me but I just can't tell you yet." Peter said sadly. He looked around the room to find my family, both of them combined. The Scorpions wore a look of sadness. But the DT team wore a look of pure hatred at having one of Johnny's relatives in the store and me talking to him no less.
"Mia, since you're back. You can have the store back." I said pulling my book out from under the counter. I was angry with the DT team and I made sure they knew it before Pete and I left. "Dom, Letty, Vince, Jesse, Leon, Mia and Brian! You guys need to learn when to keep your looks and emotions to yourselves when you're thinking of my friends! Peter and Chan aren't like their cousin! You should be able to tell between them and their family! You will never have my full trust ever again unless you think about what I just said, yelled, and apologize to Peter when we get to the house later!" and with that said Pete and I walked out of the store and to our respective cars.
Now on with the chapter!
xangelx
p.s. Be warned! This chapter will go between China and Peter only! Sorry if this isn't what you wanted but...live wit it! Oh yea, NO FLAMES PLEASE! Thank you.
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Second Chances
Chapter 11 ~ Peter and Chan Trang's Past Comes to Light
*~*~* Peter's POV *~*~*
Me and Chan pulled up to Johnny's place. His bike was still there, so was his fucking busted car that's nothin but a piece of shit. I swear that boy can't race for shit eitha.
China, I wonder how she took the news of our little brother. Probably not so well as Johnny did. Johnny neva even liked Christian. China did though. She absolutely adored Christian. I'm gunna give her a call once I figure out that dick of a brother of hers numba and name.
Na forget it. I'll just go to one of the races, tonight. That is if I can get away from this...this place! I hate my family otha than Chan and Christian.
We walked up to the door, Chan knocked on the damn door. Don't even know why he bothered. Johnny's family has hated us since the day they found out about us. Ya see, Johnny's a rich ass mother fucka. Don't give a shit bout others in his life, just bout his fucking ass self.
Don't even know why we bothered to tell these fucking rich ass snobs, if they won't even pay for the funeral and shit. Neva even cared, why start now? Aw, forget it! They wouldn't pull this shit if they wanted somethin. Probably wantin us to give in to their fucking wishes and join their fucking rich ass family. They're nothin but cheats and involved in some deep ass shit like that.
*~*~* China's POV *~*~*
Nothin ever gets better. I thought angrily while under the hood of the 2002 Impala I was working on. "UGH!" I exclaimed throwing the wrench I had in my hands as hard as I possibly could at the nearest wall.
"What's wrong lil one?" Dom asked walking over to where the wrench landed on the floor.
"Annoyed, depressed, ya know the drill." I said leaning against the Impala and taking a good look at my older brother. Somethin's different about him. But what? I thought as my eyes narrowed in thought.
Dom looked up and caught me staring at him. He straightened back up with a slight grin breaking over his features. "What?" he asked chuckling slightly.
"Nothin. Just thinkin is all." I answered taking the proffered wrench from him and turning away before he read my eyes. For some reason, my eyes were like an open window to my emotions, neva figured out how or why though. It's been an ongoing mystery needing to be solved.
"China." Dom said sternly.
I didn't turn around.
"China AngelMarie Toretto." Dom said sternly. This time he said my whole name. My whole name with that tone of voice does not go over well.
I sighed as I turned around.
"What is it Dom?" I asked softly looking at him straight in the eye.
"C'mon sweets. What's wrong? You used to be able to talk to me about your problems. Why is now any different than before?" Dom said tenderly, pulling me to him in a hug that could make me, Mia, and Letty dissolve into tears if somethin was bugging us.
I began to sob.
"C'mon sweets. Let's go for a drive." Dom said softly, taking my hand and leading me to his car. He snatched the wrench, I had been holding, out of my hand and jogging back to the garage. He came back out a few minutes later. He turned on the car and peeled out of the parking lot and down the road.
*~*~* Peter's POV *~*~*
I'm sittin in my car, in front of Toretto's Café. For what reason, I have no idea. Maybe it's because you wanna see China. Taunted a voice in the back of my mind.
Yea. Maybe. I thought after thinking it over. Maybe.
All of a sudden my cell phone rang. I answered it.
"Hello?" I asked looking back across the street at Toretto's and wondering who could possibly be able to get a hold of my cell number.
"Pete? Where are you?" the familiar female voice asked worriedly.
"Toretto's. Where are you?" I asked smiling as I heard the gasp from the other end.
"I-I'm there - here, too." She said stuttering. "If Dom finds out you're here he's gunna blow a major-ass gasket. Not to mention what Johnny might do to you if he finds out you've been here." Her voice got stronger as she spoke.
"Mind if I come in and talk to you for a few minutes?" I asked tuning the car off.
"No, I don't mind. C'mon over, if you're up to it of course, Pete." She said worry lacing her voice. She always did worry about me, Chan and Christian.
"Okay. I'll be over in a couple minutes." I said getting out of the car. "Bye."
"Bye" she said and we hung up.
*~*~* China's POV *~*~*
When I called Pete's cell phone, I hadn't expected him to be right across the street. But he was and for that I'm glad. He was always a quiet one. I was the only one he could talk to and that could possibly understand what he was goin through at the time of, well, his parents' death. That's a different story for another time. Anyway, Pete always used to keep to himself. Not saying a word to anybody unless he was in excruciating pain or something to that measure. Extreme? Yes. It was extreme but not for Pete. He always kept his fears and pain to himself. He shared nothing with no one, except maybe me of course.
Why dear friend? Why now do you show your true fears through your voice and your very soul? I thought sadly watching the door.
This is what you have to understand before I relay the next couple events. Peter Trang was a well-built man, with dark and mysterious brown eyes and black hair. His facial features were chiseled, which made him look rougher than he really was. He wasn't hotheaded like his young brother, Chan, but sweet and kind like his baby brother, Christian.
"China?" a deep voice asked upon entering via the door connecting the garage and store.
I groaned. I still hadn't taken my eyes from the door of the store.
"What is it now Vince?" I asked irritated at the interruption to my thoughts.
"Who's the guy walking across the street?" he asked taking a seat in front of me as everyone else came in.
I looked at the clock. 12:30. I groaned inwardly. Then, the door opened and at the sound of the tinkling of the tiny bells on the door, turned to see Peter standing there. I brightened instantly.
"Pete!" I yelled. I jumped over the counter and rushed at him.
He laughed as he caught me in his arms in a hug only us two could understand as an unbreakable friendship. "How's it goin dear friend?" he asked as we released each other from the hug.
"It's goin good, Pete. What are you doing here?" I asked as we walked to the counter. I resumed my place behind the counter, putting my current book, Pandora by Anne Rice, under the counter.
"Came to see you and family's lit one hell of a fire under me and Chan's asses." Peter said taking a seat on a stool, which happened to be right beside Vince.
"About?" I inquired innocently. I was not prepared for the answer he gave, which I knew for the truth because Peter never spoke lies even little white ones.
"Christian and the death of my parents." Peter said dropping his head to his hands.
I stood in shock. I knew that Peter and Chan's family hated them for some reason but I never really found out why. I didn't want to ask but I knew if I didn't I'd never know. "Why?" I asked sadly. Peter looked up shocked I had asked.
"I should have told you when you asked the last time. But I wasn't ready then and I'm not ready now. Please forgive me but I just can't tell you yet." Peter said sadly. He looked around the room to find my family, both of them combined. The Scorpions wore a look of sadness. But the DT team wore a look of pure hatred at having one of Johnny's relatives in the store and me talking to him no less.
"Mia, since you're back. You can have the store back." I said pulling my book out from under the counter. I was angry with the DT team and I made sure they knew it before Pete and I left. "Dom, Letty, Vince, Jesse, Leon, Mia and Brian! You guys need to learn when to keep your looks and emotions to yourselves when you're thinking of my friends! Peter and Chan aren't like their cousin! You should be able to tell between them and their family! You will never have my full trust ever again unless you think about what I just said, yelled, and apologize to Peter when we get to the house later!" and with that said Pete and I walked out of the store and to our respective cars.