Author's Note: Sorry It has been so long. I am working 6 hours a day, I have school 6 hours a day and I sleep 6 hours a day so I have a little excess time from when I am not sleeping and not working… here it is. PS Thanks for all the reviews… not a lot, but still thanks
Dawn's POV:
I've been home a week now. I haven't told Dom yet. I'm still a bit upset about the Letty thing, but I am getting over it. She knew how to take care of me when I was sick. Mia tried, but it was a little strange. I take close to 10 Vicadin a day depending on pain. Or Hydro-codeine as the doctors call it.
Dom watches me like a hawk. He keeps telling me I look pale and that I should see a doctor. What am I supposed to say to that? Yes, well I already know what's wrong with me… AS IF! I need to worry about today and work from there.
I'm at work right now. On my knees in front of the toilet barfin up my entire life. I should call Mia, but I don't want to. Maybe I could txt mssg. Her…
10 minutes Later:
It's been a little while and no sign of Mia. I'm not surprised. She is probably in a class and has it turned off. I'll call Leon… on the second ring he answers, "Mama-Mia?"
"Nope," I say hoarsely. You would talk like that too if you had just barfed up more today than in the last year.
"You aight'?" he asks quietly.
"No… hold on," I say putting the phone on the ground just in time as the rest of my breakfast hits the toilet.
I spit, then pick up the phone again. On the other end I hear Leon yell to Dom, "Hey I forgot I have to pick up my cousin in the airport in like five minutes. Later Dawg," he says. I hear him walking as he asks, "Where are you I'll come get you."
"Wrong way Casanova," I say getting dry heaves. They hurt the most. "I'm in the bathroom."
"This is why you need to tell him. Damn it! What the fuck am I supposed to do?"
"Mia," I moan out. "Get Mia."
"I'll be back in five," Leon answers. He clicked his phone off and left me listening to the dial tone.
I put my phone on the sink and looked at myself. I had to tell Dom. This was getting asinine. My eyes were big and puffy. They had circles around them and the make-up I had put on this morning was coming off. I turned the tap on and washed the rest of it off. I patted my face dry with a paper towel and looked how pale I was.
Dominic wouldn't want this. I already knew. Hell I didn't want this. I did know that everyone else would be cool with it, but what about Dom? That was the big question of the day.
I called Leon and told him to forget it and that I had found a pill. He let out a few curse words, but said he was on his way back. Then I did the one thing I didn't want to do in the whole world. I called Dom.
I was sitting back against the tile wall. I had flushed the toilet, but the sink had a little puke left in it. I called Dom. He was sitting in his office perhaps 100 feet away, yet I called DT Garage.
On the second ring he answered. He sounded more than a little annoyed when he said, "DT Garage, how can I help you?" I could tell he was trying not to scream into the phone. It was cute.
"You could come to the bathroom," I say slowly. "I'm not doing real good… can we go home early today?"
I unlocked the door and sat back where I was against the wall. I put my cell in my pocket and bit my lip waiting. I was so weak that when Dom came in he just lifted me like a baby and carried me to his car. I snuggled with him as we drove home. He didn't say a word. His knuckles were white as he held the steering wheel though.
When we got home he undressed me and put me in a hot bubble bath. We didn't say a word as he watched me. When he got to the marks from where I had my chemo treatment he stopped. "Dawn are these track marks?"
I looked at him funny and told him no. He lifted me out of the tub and brought me to his room where he dried me and helped me get dressed in his black beater and a pair of his boxers.
"I think I love you Dominic Toretto," I said slowly. I hadn't told that to anyone in a long time.
Dom looked into my eyes, but didn't say it back. He kissed me though. It was a earth shattering kiss, but still he didn't tell me that he loved me.
I got into his bed in the middle and put a pillow in front of me and hugged it. He stood next to the bed with his hands in his pockets and watched me.
"There's room for two," I say patting the bed. Dom lay on top of the covers and watched me.
"I look like shit, I feel like shit, and your looking at me like I'm the only woman in the world… what the hell is wrong?"
Dom looked down at the bed, then back at me. He leaned in and kissed my forehead. Then he held my hands in his.
He looked sad, but still strong. "Do you wanna go back to the doctor? I'll drive.." he said watching me. I just shook my head. "Why not? If your sick it is common sense to go to the doctor."
"I already went and I know what is wrong," I looked down, and when I looked back up tears stung my eyes.
20 minutes later:
Tears ran down my face as I watched Dom drive off. I had finally told him and he had yelled at me. Wanted to know what else I had kept from him. Asked me what other lies I had been keeping from him.
I reached up and felt my face. Blood was pouring down mixing with the blood. Dom hadn't hit me. I had chased him out the front door, but I had biffed it and had fallen. I had missed the fucking step. My left arm hurs and I had skinned both knees.
I stood there and watched him drive away with my tears stinging my face. What was my life coming to? Where was I supposed to go? If Dom truly felt that way I wanted out. I'd go back home to the east coast or something.
DOM'S POV:
I sped off down the road. My wheels had squealed as Vince's had that day when Brian had come for the BBQ. I was halfway down the block when I turned and looked in the rear-view mirror. She had fallen. Dawn had fallen. I so wanted to go back and see if she was ok, but didn't have the gaul to. No looking back at her I say the blood stream down her face.
My Dawny was dying, Letty was dead. What else did I have to live for? I couldn't race the rest of my life. And the garage wasn't going to support us for the rest of our lives.
The money. All of it had changed. I used to love it all. The adrenaline. The money was just a bonus. Now it was all racing was about. I started racing for the money so that I could save up and give Letty everything she ever wanted. When she died that dream died with her. I wanted to take care of Mia. Make sure she stayed in school. Now what was there?
I turned onto the old canyon road and sped up with this thought racing in my mind. What more did I have to live for?
A/N: Good? Write and tell me. I have to go to work. Love ya'll