What's up guys! This is my first story I wrote story ever so bare with me
please. Anything from The Fast And The Furious belongs to The Furious. With
that said, of with the story! Enjoy!
Not The Same: Chapter 1: The Fight.
"Where is he?" she asked to no one in particular, "never mind, I know exactly where he is and I should stop talking to myself. That's not a good sign." Every night, well almost every night, he would come home drunk and smelling like cheap perfume. When is he going to stop, thought Letty, Probably never. I hate him! I hate him! I hate him....but I love him. Suddenly she heard a car pull up into the driveway. He's home.
Dom cut the engine and sat there closing his eyes. It's going to be hell in there, he thought, what the hell is wrong with me! She didn't do anything and I screwed her over. He opened the car door and stepped out and proceeded to the front door. Once inside, he continued up the stairs towards his and Letty's room. He sighed, turned the doorknob, and stepped in. Letty was laying on the bed pretending to sleep. Dom went to the dresser, pulled out some new boxers and continued getting ready for bed. Once he was done, he laid down next to Letty, his front facing her back. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "I know you're awake Let," Dom said. There was a moment of silence before she said, "Why do you keep doing this to me Dom? What? Am I not good in bed?"
"You're the best."
"Am I not pretty enough?"
"You're beautiful."
"Then why do you keep doing this to me Dom?" she cried, "why?"
"I don't know Let," he answered, "I don't know."
"Yeah. Of course you don't," she sneered at him getting up, "DOMINIC TORETTO, I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH BUT I LOVE YOU AT THE SAME TIME! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE DOM! I CAN'T." She took out a duffle bag and began packing her stuff. "What are you doing?" he asked getting up and walking towards her.
"What does it look like? I'm packing so I can get the hell out of here! Away from you!" she replied, tears flowing down her cheeks.
"Please Letty just stop." She continued. "LETTY JUST STOP ALRIGHT! JUST FUCKIN' STOP!" he yelled holding her wrists to make her stop. "Please just listen to me," Dom cried as he turned her to face him. "I love you ok? I love you and I'm sorry-"
"That's what you always say and that you promise that you will change but do you keep that promise? NO!"
"Letty would you just shut up and let me talk?!" She shut up. "Baby, I'm so sorry ok? I do really love you! I do so much. Let, you're my heart, my soul and if you walk out that door you're leaving me empty. I need you!" Dom said shaking and crying, "I need your small arms to be in...I need your big beautiful eyes to look at and drown in....I need your soft lips for me to kiss and get lost in. I need you Letty, ok? I need you," he cried sliding down hugging her stomach.
"No..you are not the same man I fell in love with. He would never ever hurt me. And now I can't stop picturing you with that Tran bitch and every other slut you slept with. Dom I can't," she said taking his arms off her, "I can't. It's just too much. I'm sorry."
"This can't be it."
"Then how come it is?"
So what do you think?
~Minnie Letty~
Not The Same: Chapter 1: The Fight.
"Where is he?" she asked to no one in particular, "never mind, I know exactly where he is and I should stop talking to myself. That's not a good sign." Every night, well almost every night, he would come home drunk and smelling like cheap perfume. When is he going to stop, thought Letty, Probably never. I hate him! I hate him! I hate him....but I love him. Suddenly she heard a car pull up into the driveway. He's home.
Dom cut the engine and sat there closing his eyes. It's going to be hell in there, he thought, what the hell is wrong with me! She didn't do anything and I screwed her over. He opened the car door and stepped out and proceeded to the front door. Once inside, he continued up the stairs towards his and Letty's room. He sighed, turned the doorknob, and stepped in. Letty was laying on the bed pretending to sleep. Dom went to the dresser, pulled out some new boxers and continued getting ready for bed. Once he was done, he laid down next to Letty, his front facing her back. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "I know you're awake Let," Dom said. There was a moment of silence before she said, "Why do you keep doing this to me Dom? What? Am I not good in bed?"
"You're the best."
"Am I not pretty enough?"
"You're beautiful."
"Then why do you keep doing this to me Dom?" she cried, "why?"
"I don't know Let," he answered, "I don't know."
"Yeah. Of course you don't," she sneered at him getting up, "DOMINIC TORETTO, I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH BUT I LOVE YOU AT THE SAME TIME! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE DOM! I CAN'T." She took out a duffle bag and began packing her stuff. "What are you doing?" he asked getting up and walking towards her.
"What does it look like? I'm packing so I can get the hell out of here! Away from you!" she replied, tears flowing down her cheeks.
"Please Letty just stop." She continued. "LETTY JUST STOP ALRIGHT! JUST FUCKIN' STOP!" he yelled holding her wrists to make her stop. "Please just listen to me," Dom cried as he turned her to face him. "I love you ok? I love you and I'm sorry-"
"That's what you always say and that you promise that you will change but do you keep that promise? NO!"
"Letty would you just shut up and let me talk?!" She shut up. "Baby, I'm so sorry ok? I do really love you! I do so much. Let, you're my heart, my soul and if you walk out that door you're leaving me empty. I need you!" Dom said shaking and crying, "I need your small arms to be in...I need your big beautiful eyes to look at and drown in....I need your soft lips for me to kiss and get lost in. I need you Letty, ok? I need you," he cried sliding down hugging her stomach.
"No..you are not the same man I fell in love with. He would never ever hurt me. And now I can't stop picturing you with that Tran bitch and every other slut you slept with. Dom I can't," she said taking his arms off her, "I can't. It's just too much. I'm sorry."
"This can't be it."
"Then how come it is?"
So what do you think?
~Minnie Letty~
