Author: Scorching Reality (dcsgurlmidsouth.rr.com)
Title: Chapter Three – The Crash
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters from The Fast and The Furious. They belong to Universal Studios. I am not receiving anything from writing this story. I wrote this solely so I could have something to do. Otherwise the other characters are MINE.
Summary: Allison has raced all over her life, but when she crashes after a win, she feels like she's lost her purpose in life. This is the story of what happened after the crash.
Pairing: Allison / ?, Dom / Letty
Archive: Yes, just let me know so I can check it out.
Feedback: Always. Good, bad, whatever!
'Isn't he God's gift to women?' I asked myself. 'Probably has a girlfriend. Oh well can't hurt to flirt,' I thought laughing lightly when I realized I had rhymed.
He held his hand out.
"Good race," he said waiting for me to shake his hand.
"Good race?" I asked as I shook his hand. "I kicked your ass," I added on the side quietly as he turned to walk away.
Dominic had begun to walk off. Apparently he had heard this and turned around quickly knocking me backwards into my car. I landed with a thud. It had hurt. Pain surged throughout my lower back. I inhaled deeply and took in his scent. It was a slightly combined smell of cologne and sweat, which sent chills up my spine. I tried my best just to look in his face. It was hard, but his eyes also kept me in place. I was lying on my back with my feet hanging off. I had my back against the front of the hood and my butt on the bumper. He placed his hands on either side of my face. Only his hands held him up as he leaned over me. His face was inches from mine. He breathed heavily. I wanted so badly to bring my knee up and hit him in that spot, either that or kiss him. I refrained and listened to what he had to say. He stared at me for a long time. I was trying so hard to keep the fear and attraction from my eyes, although I was only afraid of him by a little bit. I could tell from his expression that he knew I was attracted to him, but he refused to mention it.
"Good race," he seethed and stood back up. I sat up slowly as he walked off.
"Good race," I called after him.
He didn't acknowledge my statement.
'God this guy has a problem,' I thought as I watched him storm off.
The crowd was still silent. As the noise level began to raise the radio howled. A guy who was watching out for cops came over the radio.
"Yo, we got some cops coming! Get outta there," the guy said urgently.
Every body split. I jumped off of my car and jumped through the semi-open door. I quickly started the engine. I glanced around and saw Dom's shiny clean shaven head duck into his car as the door shut. Before I took off I grabbed my shoes and threw them into the spot they once were. I waited a second to see who was coming and pressed the gas to go forward. My wheels spun out and then the car moved forward.
I was in first gear and getting up to speed with the rest of the crowd, who were trying to get away desperately. I changed into second gear as I pressed the gas harder. The air passing through my partially opened window seemed to roar, so I paused in my shifting long enough to roll it up. Third gear. I glanced into the rear view mirror as I heard sirens getting closer. Looking ahead once more I saw that there were a few cars in front of me. I decided to not follow them and instead made my own path. Fourth gear. I had to get away. The speed was exhilarating. I passed several cars that were either non-racers or hadn't gotten fully up to sped. It had been a while since I had been in a race against the cops. It had been a long time. Before the crash.
'God, I have to stop thinking about that. Let the past go!' I instructed myself.
Fifth gear. Flashing blue lights blue appeared in my rear view mirror. The lights danced across the road. I could sense the lights coming closer. My heart pounded like it had during the race. I had to get away. I clenched the muscles in my jaw. My knuckled were pure white as I gripped the wheel to turn onto the main road. Few cars were in front of me.
The sirens were getting louder and closer. I glanced up to the mirror and saw a car behind me. It was Dom.
'Great, he's following me,' I thought to myself.
I looked away from the mirror just in time to see a stray dog and dodge it. It wasn't the smartest decision I ever made. There was a brick wall in front of me. I was heading towards it; full speed and I couldn't swerve out of the way.
"SHIT!" I screamed when I was seconds away from hitting the wall.
I pressed the brake, but it did little to stop the crash.
Dominic jumped into his car and took off. He could see Allison's neon green car just ahead of him and sped up. He was right behind her as cops began to spill out from every exit. Allison sped up and he followed. He followed her for a little while longer as she passed other racer's who were trying to get away. Dom could tell the she was looking somewhere else. A dog was in front of her. He then saw her swerve, lose control, and hit the wall of a nearby building. Brakes from her car had screeched just seconds before. The sound echoed throughout the area. Gas sprayed everywhere and soaked the street. The crash happened within a few seconds. Dominic froze and hit the brakes. They screeched as well as the car came to a halt a few feet from the twisted metal. The hood of the car was twisted all around. It seemed to mesh with the wall, the wall, however, seemed not to move or crack. Dom was thankful. If it would fall or collapse Allison would have no chance of survival. He jumped out right as Allison started to move inside her car. She moaned in pain. He came to the driver's side and noticed the seatbelt. It had saved her life.
Dom heard the sirens getting closer as he opened the door. The wet pavement reflected the oncoming red and blue lights. The noise of the sirens bounced off the surrounding buildings. It was getting louder and a lot closer than he needed them to be. Her head rolled in his direction and he noticed that she was bleeding right above her right eye. She was partly unconscious. He reached for the handle of the door but it was broken and refused to open. Dom had no choice, so he broke the window by slamming his elbow into it. He watched as glass flew everywhere. He leaned through window that was lined with sharp glass and reached over to unbuckle her seat belt. He removed it and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her carefully out of the window and got her completely out of the car.
Dom managed not to cut her, but the glass had ripped his shirt in one or two places and leaving shards of glass and cuts across his stomach. She moaned again and wrapped her hands around his neck. Her arms were cut due to the glass that had shattered from everywhere in the car. He winced at the sight of blood. It ran down her arms in tiny rivers. Dom held her tighter, which caused him to get blood on his shirt. It felt wet and icky as his shirt pressed against his skin. Dom noticed the money she had won on the seat beside her and snatched it up. He jogged back over to the passenger's side door with her in his arms. He opened the door and lightly put her down. The sirens were getting closer. He guessed that they were around the corner. Dom shut the door and looked at Allison's car as he walked in front of his car.
A fire was beginning in the engine of her car as Dom climbed in the passenger's side. He jumped in and pressed the accelerator right as Allison's car blew up. Pieces of flying debris managed to miss Dom's car as he sped past the wreckage. Dom drove faster as blue lights appeared in his rear view mirror. He changed gears and pressed the accelerator harder, making the wheels screeched and go even faster. He made a right turn and drove down a dark alley. The butt of his car faltered a bit, but then went in the new direction. The cop car followed after him. Dom pulled up into a parking garage as his wheels screeched in disagreement. The sound echoed throughout the whole place. He sped up several levels before finding a vacant spot. Dom pulled his car into the spot.
The whole place was full and Dom doubted the cop car would see him. He turned off his car and sat back. He took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face before he glanced over at Allison, who was still unconscious. He noticed quickly that she had no shoes on. Dom raised an eyebrow in confusion but made his face emotionless when he heard wheels screeching as they came up from the lower level. He ducked down as a police car passed the car. The policeman paid no attention to the lifeless car and gazed at the other cars. He moved on and up to the next level. Dom sat back up and waited a few seconds. Once he knew the car was gone he started the car. He waited a few seconds and then sped out of the garage and headed towards his house.
I didn't remember much as I awoke in a strange bed. I heard voices outside of the room. They sounded like they were arguing. I suddenly got nervous. I had lived alone ever since the accident, and never really lived with anybody else except for Max, my beautiful German Shepard. Where was I? I sat up and noticed that I had the clothes on from the night before. I walked over and glanced out of the window. My car was nowhere to be found. I closed the blinds and stood at the door. I was relieved to find the room still partially dark. The sunlight was blinding. I heard a male and a female voice that were still arguing. I could only make out part of their conversation.
"Letty, I only brought her home. I slept on the floor," a familiar voice said.
I realized that it was Dominic's voice. I tried to put the puzzle together. I was at Dominic's house. He had slept in the same room as me. Letty responded quickly.
"Dom, she could have slept on the couch out here."
"And wake up to strange people all around her?"
"You're a stranger to her," Letty replied.
"At least she knows who I am. I'm the one who saved her life. That's the only reason she's here. You know I love you, and only you," Dom said lowering his voice.
I walked over to the bed and sat down.
'I almost died,' I thought to myself. Horror flowed throughout my body.
I pondered the thought for several seconds and stopped when Dom and Letty stopped talking. There was a knock on the door and it slowly opened. I brought my hand to cover my eyes from the sudden burst of light in the dimly lighted room. I accidentally hit the laceration above my eye. The cuts on my arms disagreed with the movement as well. I winced in pain as Dominic walked into the room. He shut the door behind him, but before he did I noticed a girl standing behind him. I figured it was Letty. He walked up to me and knelt down. Soon after he peeled back the gauze that was taped above my right eye I flinched again.
"Sorry," he whispered to me.
He pulled it back all the way and said, "You need to go to the hospital."
His voice made chills go up my spine. His deep voice was sexy and probably had the same affect on other girls.
"What happened?" was all that I managed to say.
Dom put the gauze back on and pulled up a chair in front of me. He turned it backwards and straddled it. Dom crossed his arms and laid them on the back of the chair. He spoke softly.
"You were in an accident," he stated plainly and began to continue with a little more emotion in his voice. "The cops were chasing us and I filed in behind you. You swerved and hit a wall. I pulled over and grabbed you out of it. I was walking back with you in my arms to my car to put you in it when a fire in the engine started. I jumped in and started to go right as it blew up. I'm really sorry," he said staring at me.
The emotion from earlier had disappeared. He had just combined complex situation into a very small nutshell. I could tell that he was leaving out specific details. As his story drew to an end, the events of the night before had sunk in and I remembered everything. My eyes started to tear up. Dominic got out of the chair and sat beside me on the bed.
"Shh, it's okay," he said rubbing my back.
His big hand on my back warmed me a little bit.
"You don't understand," I said looking at him.
My eyes, I could tell, were red and puffy.
"That was my dad's car; it was the only thing I had left of him."
Dominic looked at her sympathetically.
"Tell me about it," he said.
I sighed as the tears began to slow and eventually disappear.
"We were heading to Arizona for a racing thing, ya know...and I was late getting on the road so I drove the RX-7. I was only a mile or two behind them. They were in a van pulling the other racing cars either on a trailer or off the back of the van. I'm not sure what happened, but from what I was told, an 18-wheeler lost control, slammed into the passenger's side...and knocked their car into oncoming traffic. The car was totaled. I could only identify it by the license place. Everybody was thrown from the car. My mom and dad were pronounced dead at the scene..."
I paused as I took a deep breath. Dom waited patiently. "My brother, Ricco, was sent to Baptist Memorial. He later died of a collapsed lung. The doctor said if they..."
I took a deep breath so I could calm myself down.
"If they had just worn their seatbelts..." I said as new tears approached the edges of my eyelids. I couldn't finish my sentence.
Tears spewed down as if they were waterfalls. I brought my hand up to wipe them, but after several attempts to dry my face I gave up. Dominic wiped the stray tears with his thumb. I slowly regained composure and finished my horrifying story.
"They never wore seat belts. My dad and brother. I had pleaded with them, but you know men. They won't listen. My mother on the other hand, I don't know. I guess she had forgotten or something. And for once in my life I was alone. I had to identify the bodies. I had no one to turn to. I gave them the best funeral ever. Everybody was there. Family, friends, even street racers. But no one helped me. It was horrible. I got to keep the car and I started working for a guy who sold racing parts. Slowly but surely I built up my status as the best. It wasn't easy, as I'm sure you already know. I really didn't want to race for a living, but it seems that when I race I'm with them. Racing keeps me close to them. I couldn't really make it into the legit stuff, so I tried illegal street racing. It seemed to fit me better. By the time I had made something of myself I realized why they loved it so much. The adrenaline, the speed, the passion. Nothing else matters. That's the only reason I race. Beating you was just the icing on the cake," I said glancing over at him.
He flinched at the last sentence. I showed some signs of a smile. I had just summed up my life story in a nutshell.
"Now that I have told my life story, tell me yours Dominic," I said putting my hand on his right knee.
I took it off quickly when I remembered Letty outside of the door. I was trying desperately to steer away from my story.
"Call me Dom," he said in his deep husky voice.
Something about his voice made me tingle all over.
"Okay, Dom, what about you? Where are your parents?" I asked.
"My dad died in a car crash. He was racing against and guy named Kenny Linder and was hit from behind. It sent him straight into a wall. Everyone told me that he died on impact, but I didn't believe him. I caught up with Linder a couple of days later. I picked up the closest thing to me, a wrench, and started hitting him with it. I didn't mean to keep hitting him, but the rage was just so much that when I got done, he looked nothing like himself. I was banned from the racetrack and was sent to Lompoc for two years. That was the worse time of my life. As for my mom, she left when we were little. Haven't seen her since and don't want to."
I could feel my face go blank. That wasn't exactly what I expected to hear. Dom glanced over me and chuckled.
"I'm sorry I brought it up," I said lowly.
"It's okay," he said standing back up. He patted her knee briefly.
Dom glanced at her. She had stopped crying and was slowly beginning to smile. His eyes wandered down her body. Her shoulders looked smooth and tan. They were muscular, but not overpowering. Her legs were silky and long. She was skinny and tall, but was nowhere near his size or height.
'My kind of girl,' he thought glancing over her.
He stopped when he remembered Letty. He loved her. Or at least part of him did. The rest really didn't see a future with her. But with Allison... He stopped himself.
'No. Stay away,' he thought as he opened the door.
Letty was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. He sighed and walked past her.
"Nothing happened, Letty," he said walking down the stairs.
He entered the living room and saw the gang. Mia was in the kitchen cleaning up after breakfast. Vince, Leon, and Jesse were crashed on the couch and watching TV. He stepped through the mess and walked towards the kitchen.
Vince sat up and said, "Hey Dom. Who's the girl?"
Vince was smiling from ear to ear.
Dom turned around and said, "You remember that chick that kicked my ass last night?"
"Yeah," Vince replied, chuckling slightly.
"That's her."
He turned around once he saw Vince's smile disappear. Dom heard a murmur arise between the three guys. He couldn't help but give a small smirk.
He walked into the kitchen and hugged Mia.
"Hey, Dom," she said as he released her from a giant bear hug.
Mia glanced at the door and his head followed the path. Allison was standing at the door.
"Yo Allison, what's up?" Dom said turning around.
"Um, I really have to get home. Max isn't going to be too pleased," she said motioning her thumb towards the front door.
"Okay," he said looking at Mia. "Oh and by the way this is my sister, Mia. Mia this is Allison."
They shook hands and said hello. Mia turned around to finish the dishes. Dom guided Allison to the front door. He could see the guys staring at her as they walked past them. He smiled and walked towards the door. He knew that she would be here again and the guys would have their chance. Dom grabbed the keys to his RX-7 and walked out of the door.