I don't own anything from The Fast And The Furious. I might change the
title later cause I don't really like it that much. I don't think it really
fits. Anywayz, Enjoy!
Reliving the Past: Chapter 1: Letty's POV:
That one night scared the living shit out of me. I came home late from school that night. I had gotten detention from beating the shit out of this sick perverted jock. He touched me in private places left to the imagination. I can't believe I dated him. Dom had told me he was a no good bastard which was kind of strange. He would never say that to me. He always thought I was just some annoying little pest that he didn't want to deal with and now all of a sudden he's bagging on the guys I date saying they're not good enough to go out with me. It seems that ever since I turned sixteen a couple weeks ago, he's looking out for me more. Weird.
I dropped my backpack by the stairs and called for Mia but I didn't get a response. I searched all over the house for her but I didn't see her anywhere. She's probably still at the store. I walked into the living room and stopped, looking at a picture of Mr. Toretto, Dom, Mia, Vince, and me. We were at the beach where we always go in the summer. I picked it up and traced it with my fingers. Small tears were forming in my eyes and I blinked them away. I still couldn't believe it. Mr. Toretto died last week. All because of Kenny Linder. That bastard clipped his bumper making Mr. Toretto crash into a wall, his car flaming. Dom tried to go to him but security kept holding him back. That was the first time I saw Dom cry. After the incident, he was never the same. He wouldn't eat anything or talk to anyone. All he did was work in the garage, isolating himself from everyone and everything around him. Everyone started feeling worse. He wasn't our Dom now. Not anymore.
I set the picture frame down and sat down on the couch, turning on the T.V. I heard the front door slam and turned to see who it was. My eyes grew wide. I saw Dom standing there, blood covered all over him. His eyes were bloodshot red and he was shaking uncontrollably. I shut off the T.V. and walked up to him, looking directly in his eyes. He looked back at me and quickly pulled me in his arms, giving me a tight hug. Tears were streaming down his face as he sobbed them away. "Shhh," I whispered, hugging him back. After a minute, I pulled away and stared back into his watery eyes. "What happened?" I asked softly, caressing his cheek. He silently shook his head and wiped his eyes, not replying. I nodded and sighed. "Lets get you cleaned up," I said, taking his hand and leading him to his upstairs bathroom.
I shut the door and locked it, turning to Dom. He was sitting on the counter, his eyes dazed on the tiled floor. I walked up to the sink and started washing a small towel. Dom took off his shirt and threw it to the side. A shiver ran up my spine as I ran my eyes over his body. He turned and stared back at me. I quickly turned away, blushing a little. What the hell? Why am I blushing? I never blush! I shook my head as he hopped off the counter and walked over to the shower. He turned it on and walked back up to me, turning me around. He took the towel away from my hands and shut off the faucet. Turning back to face me, he grabbed the hem of my shirt, tugging on it. He raised my shirt over my head and threw it to the side, never taking his eyes off mine. Dom wrapped his arms around my torso and unclasped my bra, sliding the straps off my shoulders, making it drop on the ground. I placed my hands on the button of his pants, slowly undoing them. I let them drop on the ground as well as his boxers. He slowly undid my pants, sliding them down my legs with my black lacey underwear. I stepped out of them, looking into his eyes. He took my hand and led me in the shower, shutting the drapes.
Water trickled down our bodies as he held me closed to him, his head nuzzling my neck. I pulled away and looked questioningly in his eyes. I thought he hated me. Why is he doing this? He stared back into mine and slowly tilted his head down, capturing my lips with his. He licked the outside of my lips, making me open them. He slowly entered, his tongue caressing mine lightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. After a long moment, he pulled away and leant his head on my shoulder, laying a soft kiss on my neck. He was sobbing uncontrollably, tears dripping down from his red eyes. All there was to hear was the water running and a nineteen-year-old man, crying his eyes out of misery.
Since I'm almost done with one of my stories, I'm starting a new one right now. I wanted to see what you guys think of this. That's why I posted it this early. Please tell me if I should continue or not.
~ML/Alysia~
Reliving the Past: Chapter 1: Letty's POV:
That one night scared the living shit out of me. I came home late from school that night. I had gotten detention from beating the shit out of this sick perverted jock. He touched me in private places left to the imagination. I can't believe I dated him. Dom had told me he was a no good bastard which was kind of strange. He would never say that to me. He always thought I was just some annoying little pest that he didn't want to deal with and now all of a sudden he's bagging on the guys I date saying they're not good enough to go out with me. It seems that ever since I turned sixteen a couple weeks ago, he's looking out for me more. Weird.
I dropped my backpack by the stairs and called for Mia but I didn't get a response. I searched all over the house for her but I didn't see her anywhere. She's probably still at the store. I walked into the living room and stopped, looking at a picture of Mr. Toretto, Dom, Mia, Vince, and me. We were at the beach where we always go in the summer. I picked it up and traced it with my fingers. Small tears were forming in my eyes and I blinked them away. I still couldn't believe it. Mr. Toretto died last week. All because of Kenny Linder. That bastard clipped his bumper making Mr. Toretto crash into a wall, his car flaming. Dom tried to go to him but security kept holding him back. That was the first time I saw Dom cry. After the incident, he was never the same. He wouldn't eat anything or talk to anyone. All he did was work in the garage, isolating himself from everyone and everything around him. Everyone started feeling worse. He wasn't our Dom now. Not anymore.
I set the picture frame down and sat down on the couch, turning on the T.V. I heard the front door slam and turned to see who it was. My eyes grew wide. I saw Dom standing there, blood covered all over him. His eyes were bloodshot red and he was shaking uncontrollably. I shut off the T.V. and walked up to him, looking directly in his eyes. He looked back at me and quickly pulled me in his arms, giving me a tight hug. Tears were streaming down his face as he sobbed them away. "Shhh," I whispered, hugging him back. After a minute, I pulled away and stared back into his watery eyes. "What happened?" I asked softly, caressing his cheek. He silently shook his head and wiped his eyes, not replying. I nodded and sighed. "Lets get you cleaned up," I said, taking his hand and leading him to his upstairs bathroom.
I shut the door and locked it, turning to Dom. He was sitting on the counter, his eyes dazed on the tiled floor. I walked up to the sink and started washing a small towel. Dom took off his shirt and threw it to the side. A shiver ran up my spine as I ran my eyes over his body. He turned and stared back at me. I quickly turned away, blushing a little. What the hell? Why am I blushing? I never blush! I shook my head as he hopped off the counter and walked over to the shower. He turned it on and walked back up to me, turning me around. He took the towel away from my hands and shut off the faucet. Turning back to face me, he grabbed the hem of my shirt, tugging on it. He raised my shirt over my head and threw it to the side, never taking his eyes off mine. Dom wrapped his arms around my torso and unclasped my bra, sliding the straps off my shoulders, making it drop on the ground. I placed my hands on the button of his pants, slowly undoing them. I let them drop on the ground as well as his boxers. He slowly undid my pants, sliding them down my legs with my black lacey underwear. I stepped out of them, looking into his eyes. He took my hand and led me in the shower, shutting the drapes.
Water trickled down our bodies as he held me closed to him, his head nuzzling my neck. I pulled away and looked questioningly in his eyes. I thought he hated me. Why is he doing this? He stared back into mine and slowly tilted his head down, capturing my lips with his. He licked the outside of my lips, making me open them. He slowly entered, his tongue caressing mine lightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. After a long moment, he pulled away and leant his head on my shoulder, laying a soft kiss on my neck. He was sobbing uncontrollably, tears dripping down from his red eyes. All there was to hear was the water running and a nineteen-year-old man, crying his eyes out of misery.
Since I'm almost done with one of my stories, I'm starting a new one right now. I wanted to see what you guys think of this. That's why I posted it this early. Please tell me if I should continue or not.
~ML/Alysia~