Chapter 16
Cat parked her car next to the sidewalk and got out, slamming the door behind her. Although she despised the Toretto, "This is one step too far" she thought. She hauled up her white trousers, and tried to rub away the grit and dirt at the knees. When it didn't work, she straightened up and rummaged her hands through her hair. "Shit, they were new!" she swore. As she looked up, she noticed the lights in the house were still on. Tyler was waiting up for her. He was sitting on the stairs. "How'd it go?" Tyler kept his gaze fixed on the carpet and swayed from side to side. Cat played with the keys in her hand. "Fine!" she exclaimed and squeezed past him up the stairs. He grabbed her arm and stopped her. "So nothing went wrong? No-one saw you?" "I told you. No", she yelled. Tyler let her arm go, and Cat went up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door. He knew something was wrong and went after her. He didn't knock, and barged in. "What the fuck do you think your doing' Ty?" she screamed at him. "If everything went OK, why you being like this then?" he shouted back. "COZ' I AINT NO FUCKING KILLER, THAT'S WHY!!" She looked at him, then collapsed onto the floor and began sobbing uncontrollably. He got angry with Cat for showing her weakness. "Stop crying Cat." He pointed at the floor, and seeing it wasn't working, he tried his other tactic. "HE WAS PRYING CAT. YOU WANT OUR BUSINESS SPILLED OUT TO EVERYONE IN THE GOD DAMN PLACE. HE NEEDED TO BE SHUT- UP." Cat stopped crying when he yelled and curled up on the floor. He looked down at her and turned to leave. Before he did, he turned back, picked up a glass and threw it against the wall. It smashed into millions of pieces.
It was Thursday morning, and Cat found Tyler in the kitchen pouring coffee. "So what car you fit it to?" Tyler interrogated her. "Why's it matter? It's fitted." She sat down at the table and lit a cigarette. "What car Cat?" he insisted. "It was light blue with a purple figurine on the side of it." She drew a long, deep draw of her smoke. Cat saw him smirk out of the corner of her eye. She turned in her seat, and eyed him narrowly. "What's so funny?" "Nothing" he laughed menacingly. "No, you started it. Tell me what's so funny!!" she demanded. "Know whose car that is?" he asked her. She shook her head. "That's his sisters car. That's whose it is." She looked down and took a deep breath. She contemplated asking him to change his mind, but the consequences made her think otherwise. "Ah well. Shit happens!" Cat concluded.
Cat parked her car next to the sidewalk and got out, slamming the door behind her. Although she despised the Toretto, "This is one step too far" she thought. She hauled up her white trousers, and tried to rub away the grit and dirt at the knees. When it didn't work, she straightened up and rummaged her hands through her hair. "Shit, they were new!" she swore. As she looked up, she noticed the lights in the house were still on. Tyler was waiting up for her. He was sitting on the stairs. "How'd it go?" Tyler kept his gaze fixed on the carpet and swayed from side to side. Cat played with the keys in her hand. "Fine!" she exclaimed and squeezed past him up the stairs. He grabbed her arm and stopped her. "So nothing went wrong? No-one saw you?" "I told you. No", she yelled. Tyler let her arm go, and Cat went up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door. He knew something was wrong and went after her. He didn't knock, and barged in. "What the fuck do you think your doing' Ty?" she screamed at him. "If everything went OK, why you being like this then?" he shouted back. "COZ' I AINT NO FUCKING KILLER, THAT'S WHY!!" She looked at him, then collapsed onto the floor and began sobbing uncontrollably. He got angry with Cat for showing her weakness. "Stop crying Cat." He pointed at the floor, and seeing it wasn't working, he tried his other tactic. "HE WAS PRYING CAT. YOU WANT OUR BUSINESS SPILLED OUT TO EVERYONE IN THE GOD DAMN PLACE. HE NEEDED TO BE SHUT- UP." Cat stopped crying when he yelled and curled up on the floor. He looked down at her and turned to leave. Before he did, he turned back, picked up a glass and threw it against the wall. It smashed into millions of pieces.
It was Thursday morning, and Cat found Tyler in the kitchen pouring coffee. "So what car you fit it to?" Tyler interrogated her. "Why's it matter? It's fitted." She sat down at the table and lit a cigarette. "What car Cat?" he insisted. "It was light blue with a purple figurine on the side of it." She drew a long, deep draw of her smoke. Cat saw him smirk out of the corner of her eye. She turned in her seat, and eyed him narrowly. "What's so funny?" "Nothing" he laughed menacingly. "No, you started it. Tell me what's so funny!!" she demanded. "Know whose car that is?" he asked her. She shook her head. "That's his sisters car. That's whose it is." She looked down and took a deep breath. She contemplated asking him to change his mind, but the consequences made her think otherwise. "Ah well. Shit happens!" Cat concluded.
