Mia's POV

Its been three months since Letty di .... since she passed away. And
life feels so wrong without her around. It doesn't feel right not
having my sister here with me. To have someone to talk to, someone to
help me make fun of the guys... god the guys. Their not the same.
Jesse rarely talks, Vince keeps calling her name out in the garage
and Leon's distanced himself off from everyone. He can't cope. And
then theres Dom. I feel myself choking up, thinking about him. His in
so much pain, its unbearable. His put a lock on their room, and he
sleeps on the sofa. He won't let anyone in there.

The police are bringing back her car today. I'm so glad Dom isn't
here, I'm scared about how he'll react. His blocked himself off
completely. He doesn't talk. He does nothing, expect sit in their
room. He only leaves it, when he wants to sleep. Dom says he can't
sleep with her smell lingering around. But he can't get rid of it
either. He can't lose, what little he has left of her.
Suddenly I can hear Vince yelling,"Holy Shit."
I look up from the computer. Letty's car's here.

I slowly walk up to the car and ran my hand ever so gently over the
smashed in door. I have to hold in the tears, as I see the faint
marks of her blood... It's her blood. It's not much, but I still want
to be sick. I don't hear the guys walk over, but I did hear Jesse's
tears as he breaks down. I run in his arms, and we both fall against
the wall. As the emotion of it, got to much for us to bear. I can
hear Vince saying something, but I can't hear what, as Jesse's tears
mixed in with mine, is blocking it all out. But I did hear what is
said next.
"What the FUCK, is that doing HERE?"
Its Dom.

"I asked you a QUESTION. What the FUCK is that doing HERE?"
His screaming, his whole body is shaking. I watch as he walks into
the garage. Coming back out with a tail pipe. His whole face is
covered in sweat. I can smell and feel the pain and alcohol thats
dripping from him. Then suddenly he raises the tail pipe in the air
and smashes in the wind screen of Letty's car. Screaming at it as he
does. Shouting at it as if it was an actual person, instead of the
thing that it was.
"You bastard. You FUCKING BASTARD."

With every swing to the car, I can feel the hatred coming from him.
He has no one to blame. So he has no one to take his anger and his
desperation out on. This is his only way. So we just stand there and
let him. What else can we do?