Author: Scorching Reality (dcsgurlmidsouth.rr.com)
Title: Chapter Nine – Blue on Black Part 2
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, Leon / Letty
Archive: Yes, just let me know so I can check it out.
Feedback: Always. Good, bad, whatever!
"Leon. Just tell me. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me. Just get it out in the open. K?"
He nodded and took another drastic gulp.
"I've been cheating on you...with Letty," he said only pausing to see my reaction.
I sat back in my chair and ran my hand through my hair, which curled around my shoulders. I wiped my face slowly and clasped them together, sitting them in my lap.
"I know," I said as I looked up at him.
His face went blank. Confusion covered it shortly thereafter.
"You...you do?" he said sitting up in his seat even further.
"I saw you two at a restaurant not to long ago. I had raced down the road just for the heck of it and as I did I saw you guys making out. I didn't know it was her, though. Does Dom know?"
His eyes widened. Apparently he hadn't thought of it.
"No, he doesn't. Shit!"
I looked around and saw several different people staring at us. He took of his black ski cap and ran his hand through his hair.
"It's okay, he suspects, but I don't really think he cares. I think...I think he has moved on to some one else," I said trying to ease him from his panic state.
He looked at me confused.
"How would you..." he stopped and sat back. "Oh, he picked up one of those racer skanks. Usual," he said chuckling and rolling his eyes.
I sat back and sighed. I hadn't even thought about it. Did Dom want me to tell him? Would he do it himself? Would he even tell Letty? Had Letty told him about her cheating? The questions surged through my brain. Leon looked at me and sat closer.
"God that looks horrible," he said referring to my bruise. I had done my best to cover it up, but apparently it wasn't enough. "Does it hurt?"
I touched it briefly as Leon moved forwards. He reached out to touch it, but apparently thought better of it and stopped.
"Are we still together?" he asked suddenly.
I sighed and looked at him long and hard.
"No...I mean it's obvious you have feeling for Letty. I shouldn't be in the way," I said.
He nodded his head as if he understood. I could tell he was about to argue with me, but I stopped him. I put my hand on his and looked him in the eyes. His beautiful green ones stared back at me.
"So here, instead of convincing yourself that I am the one you want, you should go to her and explain what you feel."
He shook his head and sat back to think.
"Go, before I change my mind. And don't worry about the bill. I got it," I said taking my hand from his hand and crossing my legs.
He didn't try to argue. He stood up and kissed me on the cheek.
"Thanks," he whispered in my ear before he ran to his car. I smiled.
I sat back in my chair and reached down to grab my phone out of my purse. I turned it on and pressed six on the speed dial. I brought the phone to my ear and listened as it rang. At the table behind me, a cell phone went off. It kept ringing and ringing. The guy apparently had no intention of answering it. It was slightly getting on my nerves. After several more rings I got fed up. I kept the phone to my ear, but turned to the guy. The phone kept ringing and he wasn't answering it. His back was towards me. The sun was shining directly in my eyes, so I couldn't see the guy.
I tapped him on the shoulder and said politely, "Excuse me sir, but I think you should answer that or at least turn it off."
The guy turned around and faced me. He grabbed his phone and walked around to where Leon was sitting. I turned my phone off and his stopped ringing. I smiled and shook my head. Now that the sun was out of my eyes, I could see who he was.
"Dom, what are you doing here?"
"What can I say? I missed you," he said smiling big.
He pulled out the chair and sat. He put his cell phone next to the silverware.
"How long have you been here?" I asked putting my cell phone back in my purse and facing him.
"Long enough to hear your lovely speech."
"Thank you," I said pausing to contemplate on whether or not it was a compliment.
"Why didn't you tell him?" he said breaking my train of thought.
"I didn't know what you wanted to do. I thought he had caught me at one point."
"That's what I love about you. You're not afraid to be on your own, but at the same time you take in other people thoughts and emotions."
"Oh really?" I asked and he nodded.
"What else do you love about me?" I asked menacingly. A smile crossed his face yet again.
"Well," he said sitting up in his chair. "I haven't seen the whole package yet, but I love the way you taste when I kiss you. I love you moan when I suck gently on your neck. The way my mind goes crazy when I'm not touching you or near you. The way..."
"And how long have you been having these feelings?" I interrupted.
"Since the first night I saw you at the warehouse...hey listen. If you're done here do you wanna go back to your place? 'Cause we do have some catching up to do. Am I right?"
"Yes. We do," I said standing up and following him. We walked hand in hand towards the cars.
When we got to my car I realized that I had left my purse. Dom's car was right next to mine. He started to climb in his car when I stopped him.
"I left my purse," I said clasping my hand to my forehead. I brought my hand down and put all my weight on one leg in frustration.
"I'll go with you," he offered. He stepped out of his car and stood in front of me. He put his hands gently on my wrists.
"No, that's okay. I'll just meet you there. " He let go of my wrists and looked down at me.
"You know where the key is don't you?" I asked.
"It's on your stand next to door. In your house," he said laughing slightly.
"I put it back this morning. Meet me there?"
"Yeah," he said as I turned to go.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms. He then gave me a long passionate kiss and said, "I'll see you soon."
"I'll see you soon," I repeated before I headed off to the table I was sitting at not long before.
I spotted it instantly and was surprised to see it still there. I reached down to get it when arm wrapped around my waist.
"Dom, quit it," I said just before the barrel of a gun was shoved into my back. I gasped but the hand had moved to my mouth.
"My car...now!" a familiar voice said quietly.
I glanced around and saw that there was no one to help me. No one to see this guy kidnapping me.
We walked to his car slowly. Several people passed, but no one said a thing or noticed the small handgun. We walked towards a familiar car. It wasn't anyone's from the team or mine.
'Who does it belong to?' I asked my self, running through a list of names and their cars.
The answer hit me like an eighteen-wheeler. Lance Tran. I almost stopped breathing as I realized why he was doing this. I had pissed him off at the track and he was getting his payback. I had embarrassed him and switched sides. He apparently wasn't too happy about it. This guy had gone insane and was trying to kidnap me.
'What have I gotten my self into?' was all I could think at the time.
A list of people who I wanted to see before I died quickly ran through my mind. The name at the top was Dom. I quickly prayed and begged God to get me out of this mess alive, because there was no telling what he was going to do to me. I could feel tears begin to gather at the back of my eyes. I so badly wanted to see Dom again. He was all I could think about. Lance opened the passenger's side door and shoved me into it. I sat down and watched him stick the gun in his waistband. He handed me my purse and slammed the door shut.
The sound of it meeting metal made me jumped. My nerves were on edge. I was filled with panic, fear, and uncertainty. While he was walking around a voice inside was telling me to get out and run. But then another one was telling me, "Deserted road. No one in sight. No way. He's got a gun and won't think twice about using it."
Before I could decide on what I should do, Lance was already getting into the car. I watched as his hands fumbled to put the keys in the ignition. My fears slowly lessened. He was falling from his psycho state. He must have noticed how relaxed I was because when he finally got the car started he slammed it into reverse. This caused my head to slam against the headrest. A smile crossed his face. The car backed up quickly. Several cars honked as they passed. He then put it into drive and sped forwards onto the highway. I reached over to put my seat belt on, but stopped when I felt the barrel of the gun on my arm.
"Don't," he seethed just before he turned his attention back to the road.
I stopped in my tracks and then faced towards the front of the car. Letting the seatbelt recoil back into the car. Fear had taken control over my body once again. I started to shake lightly.
"Where are we going?" I asked when he turned off of the main road.
He ignored me and only accelerated.
"Lance, talk to me," I said trying to figure out some little detail about where we were going and what it had to do with me.
"Shut up," he said not bothering to look.
"Lance..."
"I said shut up, bitch!" he seethed. The muscles in his face tensed.
I was desperate for answers. I sat in silence for a little while. Questions running throughout my brain.
'Maybe if I apologize he'll calm down and let me go,' I thought hopefully.
Part of me knew it wasn't possible, but I had to try.
"Look, Lance. I'm really sorry about..." I managed to say before being hit with his gun in the temple and being knocked out.
Dom awoke to the ringing of his cell phone. He rolled over and took in his surroundings. He had fallen asleep on Allison's couch waiting for her. It was now five o' clock. He had left her at the pizzeria at two.
'Why would she be three hours late? All she had to do was get her purse.'
Dom ran a hand over his face before answering the phone.
"Hello?" he growled into the phone.
The voice on the other line sounded disturbed.
"Dom are you near a TV?"
Dom sat up and responded, "Yeah, why?"
"Turn it on," the man replied.
"Leon, what's up?" Dom replied as he turned the TV on.
"Turn it to Channel 3 news."
Dom did and almost dropped the phone when the reporter began to speak.
"We are continuing the coverage on twenty-one-year-old Allison Burgess who was found not long ago brutally assaulted and raped. She was outside a down town abandoned warehouse. The owner of the warehouse was the one who found her. She is now at the Los Angeles Baptist Hospital in critical condition. She suffers from three broken ribs, a fractured skull, a broken nose, several broken fingers, and a broken leg. No word on the suspects. We now go live to an interview with the warehouse's owner," the news reporter read from a sheet of paper.
Beside the reporter was a picture of Allison. Dom didn't remember seeing the picture before, and wondered where they had gotten it.
Dom sat back on the couch and put the phone back to his ear.
"Is she okay?" Dom said trying to stop the tears from rolling down his eyes. He was outraged that some one could beat her so badly, and also at the possibility that she might die.
"Yeah," Leon said bringing Dom back to reality. "I'm at the hospital now. She just woke up. She doesn't really remember a lot, her doctor said. She's just kind of in and out. No telling how long she was out there before the guy found her. Man, Dom, she's a mess. I saw them wheel her by about an hour ago, when she first came in, and she looked nothing like herself. Whoever did this beat on her, over and over again." Leon paused.
Dom could hear a doctor talking to him. After the doctor left Leon started to talk to Dom again.
"The doctors aren't letting anyone in. They say she's still in critical condition."
There was deadly silence.
Leon broke it once again when he said, "Dom?"
"Yeah," Dom replied. His thoughts were still racing.
"Who would do this to her?"
Dom sat back and thought about it. Only one name came to mind.
"Lance," he muttered before turning his phone off and running out to his car. He wanted to see Allison as soon as possible.
With traffic and the speed limit Dom was there in less than an hour. When he entered the doors, the gang looked up at him. Everybody was there. Mia, Letty, Vince, Jesse and Leon. Some other street racers were sitting in the opposite waiting room. One by one they all stood up and walked towards the approaching figure. Leon and Letty were holding hands, but Dom didn't seem to notice. Anger filled Dom's heart.
"Where is she?" he asked Leon.
"Room 324, but they're not letting anyone right now," Leon pointed out.
"They'll have to,"Dom said walking past them and heading towards her room.
He reached her door and began to walk in. A nurse stopped him. Her thick Spanish accent slurred her words.
"Sir...sir...you can not go in there," she said trying to hold him back.
He saw Allison stir and said, "Loretta, it's okay. He's family."
Her voice was weak and low, but Allison made it clear that Dom could come in. The nurse looked at him skeptically, but let him pass. Allison laid in the bed. She had a breathing mask across her face and several tubes running up her arm. She also had a monitor attached to her right pointer finger. She smiled briefly as Dom walked in. Loretta shut the door behind him. He approached her cautiously.
When he was by her side he finally broke down. It took awhile for Dom to be able to speak. He just cried.
Finally he said, "I'm so sorry. I should have gone with you."
Tears flowed down his caramel colored cheeks.
"Shh, Dom stop. You had no way of knowing," she said in a low whisper trying to calm him down.
Dom looked up and slowly took in what she looked like. Her face was covered with swirls of blue and black bruises. Her nose had been broken and she had tape on it to keep it in place. You really couldn't tell, but he knew her skull had been fractured from the news report. Her fingers were covered with metal so they didn't break further. He couldn't see her lower body, but he knew it was probably almost as bruised as her face. Her right leg had a cast on it. She had a cervical collar wrapped around her neck and a large tube was inserted into the center of her neck. Dom cringed at the thought of how much pain she was in. He then noticed the machine that held morphine. He prayed to God that it was running its course and preventing her from feeling any pain.
"Who did this?" Dom asked trying to hold his composure. He had a pretty good idea, but he wanted to be sure before he exacted his revenge.
Allison took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She looked like an alien with all the bruises and tubes. Leon was right, she didn't look anything like she did a couple of hours ago. The sparkle in her eyes was gone. Dom's insides felt like they were being ripped apart.
"Lance," she managed after a few seconds.
"What did he do to you?" Dom said, growing furious. He had to know the full story so he could attack Lance with the right amount of vengeance.
"He...he raped...me several times, and then..."
Tears emerged at her eyes.
"Then he beat me until I passed out. I really don't remember anything after that."
Tears spewed down her cheeks. Dom gulped down the large knot in his throat.
"You should get some rest," he said to her moving her hair away from her face and forehead.
He gently squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead once more. He walked over to a chair that was next to the bed and sat there. Dom couldn't help but stare at her. How could one person make some one so beautiful look that horrible? He barely recognized her. Tran had caused her so much physical pain. Not to mention emotional pain. Thoughts of all the good times they had had together filled his head. Thoughts also of her not being in his future also filled his head. A headache started to make itself present as Dom tried to clear his head. It didn't work. He sat there in agony watching Allison, knowing that he was facing nowhere near the amount of pain that she was. Dom then remembered a conversation he had had with Allison a month or two before. She had told him that she was still a virgin and was waiting for the right guy. Dom had hoped he would be her first, but now that chance was gone. He then realized that it had been gone before Lance.
'She did it with Leon,' he suddenly remembered.
Even if they hadn't gotten together, Lance had stripped it from her.
'All the pain she must have gone through,' he thought to himself watching her breath as she watched the news on television.
It was a coverage of the police investigation on who did this to her. Apparently she hadn't told anyone but him.
'None of this would have happened,' he continued, 'if I had just gone with her. Why was I so stupid?'
He just sat there holding her hand until she finally fell asleep an hour or two later.
Dom grew restless a little while later and decided to get something to eat. He let go of her hand. He walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead before covering her up. He slipped out quietly and headed towards the cafeteria. He grabbed a sandwich and a soda. He wasn't really hungry, but he had to have something to do. He paid for it and headed out of the cafeteria. An announcement came on the intercom.
"Paging Dr. Lomarez. Paging Doctor Lomarez."
'Was that Allison's doctor?' he asked himself, but dismissed the thought.
He was just paranoid. On his way back with food, doctors rushed past him. He glanced around for Letty and the crew. Apparently they had gone home or were trying to put their restlessness at ease. When he reached the door several doctors were standing by Allison and shaking their heads. Dom dropped the plate that had his food and it tumbled to the ground. The plate crashed as it sent food and broken pieces of glass in every direction. The doctors focused their attention on him.
"What happened?" Dom said a few seconds later trying to regain his composure.
Something bad had happened, he felt it in his gut. The thought of Allison being dead danced across his mind. He desperately tried to shut it out, but failed miserably.
The head doctor walked up to Dom and shook his head sadly.
"I'm Dr. Lomarez. I'm in charge of taking care of Ms. Burgess. You are?" the doctor asked in a concerned voice.
"Dominic Toretto. I'm her boyfriend. What happened?" Dom asked again. He didn't like the look the doctor was giving him.
The doctor took a second.
"When the nurse came into see how Ms. Burgess was doing, not long after you left...she saw some unusual readings..."
"Unusual?" Dom asked. He didn't like what he was hearing.
"High heart beat rate, etc."
"She's not dead is she?" Dom blurted out. He had to know.
The doctor looked up at him.
"No, Mr. Toretto. She's not," Dr. Lomarez assured him. A flood of relief surged throughout his body. He still felt like something was wrong. He continued, "But when the nurse got those readings she called me in. We then realized that..."
Silence. Dom prepared himself for the worse.
"That what?"
"I'm afraid Ms. Burgess has slipped into a comatose state...a coma...there's no telling when she's going to wake up. It could be weeks, years even. I'm terribly sorry."
His words hit Dom like a Mac truck. He just stood there for several seconds just blinking. The words made no sense. Coma? Waking up? The words and his reality just blurred around him. He knew one thing for sure. Lance would die. He would die painfully and very, very slowly. It was the only thing he could think of at the present moment.
Dom tipped his head to the side a bit. He passed them and headed towards her bedside. Tears emerged at his eyes. He pulled up a chair and took her hand. He gripped it in his own. He noted that the hand he held had no broken fingers. Dom sat there kissing her hand over and over again. The doctors made a point to leave the room without any interruptions. Dom sat there crying. He loved Allison and they were finally going to be together, but Tran had taken her from him.
'Tran is definitely going to die,' he told himself.
Anger filled his body. He dried his tears up and stood up. He placed her hand under the sheet with her other hand. He looked at her for a second. He bent down slowly and kissed her head.
"I love you, Allison. I love you," he said before walking out of the room.
Dom stormed out of the hospital and into his car. He got in and slammed the door. He started it and backed out. He pulled out of the hospital parking lot and headed towards Tran's house. One way or another Tran was going to pay.
Letty sat there pacing the waiting room. She saw Dom storm out. He looked pissed. She tried to say something, but couldn't get the words to come out before the hospital doors slammed shut. She had no idea what was going on. She stopped a nurse just as she walked out of Allison's room.
"Excuse me, nurse?" Letty asked politely. "What happened?"
The nurse looked at her and smiled sympathetically. "I'm afraid that Ms. Burgess has slipped into a coma. We aren't quite sure when she'll be waking up."
Letty froze. Her best friend was in a coma. It wasn't sinking in. Letty felt herself slowly beginning to cry. She then remembered the look on Dom's face when he left. Letty knew he would do something stupid. Letty slowly felt like her insides were being ripped out. Allison was the closest thing she had to a sister. And what did she do? She went behind her back and dated her boyfriend. Some friend she was. Letty tried to hold back the tears as she looked back at the nurse. The events of the last few weeks were getting to her.
"I'm a friend of hers so if you need any medical information I know where to get it," Letty said helpfully. Tears began to stream down her cheeks faster.
The nurse nodded. "Yes. Um, do you know if she had any other family outside of her boyfriend?"
Letty raised an eyebrow. She wiped her eyes as she asked curiously, "Boyfriend?"
"Yes," the nurse continued. "Mr. Toretto? Is he not her boyfriend?"
'Boyfriend? Dom's her fucking boyfriend? How in the hell did I not see that?' she asked herself.
That's when the last few weeks started to slowly sinking into perspective for Letty. Dom cared for her, always had. She was happy for them, but knew that if she didn't get to Dom soon, he would do something incredibly stupid.
"Yes, he is. And to answer your other question...I'm afraid not," Letty replied after a second or two. "They died about five years ago in a car crash."
The nurse nodded again and said, "Thank you very much for your help."
"You're welcome," Letty replied to the nurse before turning to head out of the hospital.
'Dom,' she prayed, 'don't do anything before I can get to you.'