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CH.22
Four Months later.
"Hey Dom," Leon said, "have you heard about Hector?"
"What?" Dom asked frowning.
"Looks like he got a new racer in his team, and it's a very good one!" Leon said all very interested.
"Yeah. I've heard something," Dom replied absently. He hadn't cared about anything in these past four months since - . . . . he looked into space: since Annie was gone. Not a word or a letter. Disappeared like powder in the wind.
At the beginning he'd been mad when he'd discovered that. He had asked and looked everywhere for her, but found nothing. The only certainty was that each month a fairly good amount of money was deposited with his bank account by someone anonymous. He'd tried to ask who this person was but no one had told him. He knew it was her. He felt it.
Anastasia. It was the only thin contact that remained with her. Each month when he went to the bank he hoped to find something: a word, news about her, but it was always the same: nothing.
He still couldn't believe he'd lost her. At the beginning he'd taken the blame for everything. It was because of him. He'd been a bastard with her. He'd oppressed her, he'd pushed her far away from him. But then, after a few weeks a cold anger had replaced all those feelings.
He'd started to hate her for what she'd done. She'd broken his heart. He'd discovered himself thinking of her night and day: she was everywhere he looked. He could still smell her perfume, still hear her laugh. And now, he lived with this hate for her. He'd convinced himself it was easier this way . . .
He shook his head. Time had passed and he'd gotten used to live with that aching pain in the middle of his chest. Lately, he forced himself not to think. He'd even come back to Letty, searching for something, but not finding it. Oh sure, Letty was very happy now, but things weren't the same as before. It was a farce: both of them knew they were no longer in love, but simply didn't want to admit it. They hadn't slept with each other for a lot of time, but Letty didn't want to hear that. No way. She was happy like this. It was only a way to give an idea of normality to the rest of the world. Everything was like before, even if it was not. Only he didn't give a shit about the rest of the world. He hadn't cared about anything, for a lot of time . . .
He knew he had to talk to Letty and make her reason, let her face the reality, only he got no courage. Funny. He was afraid of something. Dominic Toretto a coward.
He shook his head to chase away those dark thoughts. Leon was still talking with the team about this incredible new racer.
"Do you know his name?" Dom asked, forcing himself to think about something else.
"No. No one knows. Just that he's good. He comes, races, wins and disappears," Leon said.
"Whoever he might be, we'll sure see him at Race Wars," Vince said.
"Yeah, sure Hector will make him race there," Dom agreed thoughtfully.
"He'd do everything to beat you!" Leon said and all the guys chuckled.
Race Wars. A good way to forget Anastasia. Race, just race and nothing else mattered. He lived a quarter mile at a time. His only rule. This was the solution.
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CH.22
Four Months later.
"Hey Dom," Leon said, "have you heard about Hector?"
"What?" Dom asked frowning.
"Looks like he got a new racer in his team, and it's a very good one!" Leon said all very interested.
"Yeah. I've heard something," Dom replied absently. He hadn't cared about anything in these past four months since - . . . . he looked into space: since Annie was gone. Not a word or a letter. Disappeared like powder in the wind.
At the beginning he'd been mad when he'd discovered that. He had asked and looked everywhere for her, but found nothing. The only certainty was that each month a fairly good amount of money was deposited with his bank account by someone anonymous. He'd tried to ask who this person was but no one had told him. He knew it was her. He felt it.
Anastasia. It was the only thin contact that remained with her. Each month when he went to the bank he hoped to find something: a word, news about her, but it was always the same: nothing.
He still couldn't believe he'd lost her. At the beginning he'd taken the blame for everything. It was because of him. He'd been a bastard with her. He'd oppressed her, he'd pushed her far away from him. But then, after a few weeks a cold anger had replaced all those feelings.
He'd started to hate her for what she'd done. She'd broken his heart. He'd discovered himself thinking of her night and day: she was everywhere he looked. He could still smell her perfume, still hear her laugh. And now, he lived with this hate for her. He'd convinced himself it was easier this way . . .
He shook his head. Time had passed and he'd gotten used to live with that aching pain in the middle of his chest. Lately, he forced himself not to think. He'd even come back to Letty, searching for something, but not finding it. Oh sure, Letty was very happy now, but things weren't the same as before. It was a farce: both of them knew they were no longer in love, but simply didn't want to admit it. They hadn't slept with each other for a lot of time, but Letty didn't want to hear that. No way. She was happy like this. It was only a way to give an idea of normality to the rest of the world. Everything was like before, even if it was not. Only he didn't give a shit about the rest of the world. He hadn't cared about anything, for a lot of time . . .
He knew he had to talk to Letty and make her reason, let her face the reality, only he got no courage. Funny. He was afraid of something. Dominic Toretto a coward.
He shook his head to chase away those dark thoughts. Leon was still talking with the team about this incredible new racer.
"Do you know his name?" Dom asked, forcing himself to think about something else.
"No. No one knows. Just that he's good. He comes, races, wins and disappears," Leon said.
"Whoever he might be, we'll sure see him at Race Wars," Vince said.
"Yeah, sure Hector will make him race there," Dom agreed thoughtfully.
"He'd do everything to beat you!" Leon said and all the guys chuckled.
Race Wars. A good way to forget Anastasia. Race, just race and nothing else mattered. He lived a quarter mile at a time. His only rule. This was the solution.
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