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Heather's POV:
He walked and stood in front of me so I could get a good look at him. He looked the same with his jet black hair and light blue eyes. He stood around 6 feet and all of his 200 lbs was solid muscle. Sure he was big but not as big as Dom. He wasn't as built as Dom nor was he as tall but he was still threatening. I looked in his eyes and wondered how I could ever love such a man.
"Still beautiful as ever I see." he whispered running his finger down my cheek.
"Get off me asshole." I warned slapping his hand away.
"Or what sweetheart? You're all alone babe." he pointed out like I was stupid.
"Where's your little skank? Run off with someone better? Or did you beat the shit out of her too?" I pushed seeing the fire in his eyes. He backhanded me making my head snap the other way, blood filled my mouth and I spit it at him.
"I wouldn't push me Heather, this is nothing it could be a lot worse. But it will be don't worry." Mark took my hair and wrenched my head back, "Who the hell are you hear with?" I wasn't getting my friends into this.
"Myself." I spat. "You're hurting me, let go!" I yelled tears starting to slip down my cheeks.
"What? I thought you liked it rough? Toretto not putting out for you?" Shit he knew, he was probably watching me the whole time we were here.
"Thought I'd never find you again? Well guess again babe. It seems that you've become quite the little whore since you left. I see the way you two look at each other did he fuck you yet? Was it good? Did he make you scream like I use to?" I was so upset I couldn't keep the tears back. I felt his hands slip under my shit and his lips on my neck. This was my only chance.
"Oh yes baby." I cried trying to reach for the knife I knew he kept in his back pocket. I couldn't reach it he was to far. I yanked him toward me as he continued his assault.
"Scream for me." I heard him whisper, was he nuts? I was able to grab it and get it out of his pocket. Bringing my other hand around his back I managed to flip it open smiling.
"Scream for me dickhead." I said before I took the blade and ran it across his lower back. It wasn't deep enough to kill just enough to sting and shock the hell out of him. It worked he let out a scream alright, more like a roar. Giving me enough time to get of the hood of his car and let my legs carry me far away.
I ran until it was physically impossible knowing I couldn't go back to the trailer not wanting to lead Mark there. I had blood on my hands shirt and face, touching my cheek where he hit me I flinched hoping it wouldn't bruise but I knew it was going to. Great how the hell would I explain that? Hopefully Mia brought her makeup so I could sneak in there and put loads of cover up on and wear my hair down. That would have to do, what am I going to do?
NO one's POV:
The next day everyone slept in late the heat made everyone tired. But by 11:30 - 12:00 everyone was up wondering what was for breakfast. Mia was volunteered to go get something and Heather went with her not wanting to leave anyone alone because of Mark. She patted her pocket, the knife was still there. They came back without incident and V dug in first.
They didn't race a lot that day, it was more of a talk business type of thing going on. The team pretty much hung out together sitting their drinking beers and telling stories. It had been a long time since they just sat back and talked. Sure Dom got a lot of people challenging him wanting to make a name for themselves but he turned them down saying he felt bad taking their money. He was so full of shit that he couldn't even keep a straight face about it. Dom noticed that Heather seemed kind of out of it, lost in a daze somewhere. Either that or she was always looking over her should scanning the place looking for something. Letty, Leon, and Jesse wanted to race so they left getting in their cars while Brian, Mia and V went to watch. Dom and Heather stayed put, he wasn't sure if she even knew he was there. So he got up and walked over to where she was sitting and knelt down brushing her hair out of her face. She flinched looking up, that was the first time he saw pure fear in her eyes.
"You alright?" He knew it was a lame question but he didn't know what else to say.
"Yea fine." She lied standing up walking away from him. She didn't need this now her mind wouldn't get off of Mark. She went over and took a seat on the hood of the Rx-7 hoping he wouldn't come over. He did. But before he could question her again someone else did.
"Picture? Can I get your guys picture for the racers stand." It was a young girl probably the stand owners daughter or something.
"Sure." Heather answered. Pictures spoke a 1000 words and she wanted this one to speak all of them. She stood up and pushed Dom back on the hood of his car while she leaned back on him. He took the hint and wrapped his arms around her. She smiled wishing she could stay like this forever. The girl snapped the picture telling them they could pick it up at the Racers Photo's stand in about 10 minutes or when ever they wanted.
They didn't move for a couple minutes loving the felling of one another so close. Heather laid her head back on Dom's chest sighing. He held her tighter against him feeling her need for him. Heather turned around looking into his chocolate eyes letting everything wash over her. She lost herself letting her lips touch his before taking full advantage using her tongue. He reacted instantly running his hands up in her hair his thumb passed the place where she got hit. Heather jumped back like she got burn and put her hand to her cheek. She was about ot walk away but Dom caught her wrist spinning her back toward him. He gently brushed her hair out of the way repeating the action that made her flinch.
"Let go." she hissed. He ignored her wiping away the makeup she had no to reveal a black and blue mark covering most of her cheek. She heard a muffled shit out of him before he spoke.
"Who did this to you?"
"Let me go!" Yelling this time.
"Not until you answer my question."
"She said let go Toretto." Mark commanded stepping in front of them. Heather froze and went slack the fear was back in her eyes and Dom noticed.
"Fuck off Mark." Heather replied knowing he was only making it worse. As much as she wanted him to hurt she knew Dom would kill him with his bare hands if given the chance. And this seemed like the perfect opportunity.
"That's not what you were saying last night." he shot back all to smugly.
"I turn my back for two seconds and here your practically fucking Toretto on the hood of his car you little slut…."
Mark never got to finish his sentence because he was to busy eating Dom's fist. He dropped him in one punch using all his weight behind it to do it. Dom went into a rage where all he saw was red, luckily for Mark Vince, Leon, Brian and Jesse were walking back and were able to pull Dom off. But not before he landed some nice solid punches to Mark's jaw.
"You fucking look at her wrong you're fucking dead. I'll fucking kill you with my bare hands." he roared making it harder for the four guys to hold him back. Heather smirked looking at Mark lying on the ground spiting up blood. Only one thought came to mind 'What an asshole.' Before she turned around his skank Mandy came running up to him, mistake. Heather hauled back and swung putting her where she belonged on her ass.
"Bitch." she muttered before smiling and walking away.
Heather wasn't sure what to do. She wasn't sure of she should apologize for not telling Dom about Mark and the whole incident but hell that was her life he didn't have to know every detail. Still it didn't feel right so she went to find him, hopefully he calmed down a little. It was dark by the time she found him sitting in one of the lawn chairs drinking a Corona.
"Dominic, can I talk to you for a minute?" she used his full name on purpose getting his attention. He got up without a word and followed her to a quieter spot.
"Shit Dom I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Mark and be totally honest with you but I was scared and took off after I caught him in bed with some hoe. He hit me before I left somehow I was able to get away. I needed to escape and never thought I'd meet up with you or team. I was running and I knew that you didn't need any more problems but I was out of options. So I kept my mouth shut hoping he wouldn't find me. I never wanted to pull you into this I would of run again to keep everyone away from it. God, I'm so sorry but thank you so much." She finally met his eyes and was surprised at what she saw, compassion. Dom took her in his arms and just held her never wanting to see the fear in her eyes that he saw earlier that day.
"Don't apologize it wasn't your fault, you're safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you anymore." he whispered trying to calm her. She gripped him harder losing all thoughts of Mark and her past for once she felt at peace and that was all because of the man in front of her.
Before they were about to leave Race Wars Heather remembered about the picture. So when everyone was packing up she slipped away and found the stand where it was at. It was hanging up in the left corner looking great. The owner of the stand got it down for her and she took a real good look at it. It wasn't real big but it showed them off perfectly. They looked so in love and perfect together. Heather paid for it and shoved it in her pocket never wanting to let it go, it did speak all 1000 words.
Days flew by and soon they were back at the garage as usual. Work slowed down a little now that Race Wars was over but they still had people wanting their cars at their peak so they could try and take Toretto. Which never happen but they could dream.
Heather was more at ease now that Mark was out of the picture. He'd be hurting for a long time and that made her smile. She could finally be free and hopefully be able to love again. The problem was she already did but it was the wrong guy, it wasn't Leon. The only thing left to do was try to forget about Dom and look at him as a brother type. Which is easier said than done.
It was another hot day in the city of Angels which meant it was a shirtless Toretto day as well. Heather was working on an Spyder when Dom walked out of his office with nothing but a pair of jeans on. Her mouth went dry and her eyes continued to rape him. She shook her head he was just a guy nothing special right? Oh but their was and she wanted it. Heather continued to watch his sweat glistened body work on his Mazda but stopped when Letty walked in. Her stomach dropped and she turned away what was she doing?
Heather stretched and tried to get back to work but seeing Dom and Letty make out in front of her was just a little to much. Thank god for V.
"Heather I'm going for a beer run wanna come with?" Vince asked dangling his keys to get her attention.
"Yea lets go." She answered wiping her hands on a rag before following him out and into his car. They rode in silence until V turned on the music letting it flow through the car.
"So why'd you ask me to go with you?" She asked not knowing what to say.
"It looked like you needed to get out of there." He turned to look at her but she didn't say anything.
"Do you love him?" V pried already knowing the answer. Heather was surprised had she been that obvious?
"Yes." She told him lying was pointless with V.
"I was afraid of that." He huffed knowing that Dom did too.
"Was I that obvious?"
"No but I put the pieces together a while ago. I didn't miss the way you two were when you were around each other."
"Shit V what am I going to do? I can't love Dom he loves Letty and I love Leon." wow where did that come from she loved Leon? Did she?
"Sounds like a mess." He added making her smile.
"You're not helping Vincent." she teased.
"I don't know about you but I want to get smashed. You game?" Vince asked hoping to make her forget a little.
"Always." She grinned mischievously and they were there in less than 5 minutes.
When Dom and the team finally arrived home around 8 Vince and Heather were was past gone. Dom walked in to find them in the living room sprawled out on the couch playing quarters.
"Up that's the second time you lost drink up." Heather slurred watching V down the vodka. They looked up to find a pissed off Dom leaning against the wall with his arms across his chest.
"Hey Dom want to join?" Heather laughed at his face another Kodak moment.
"So this is where you two ended up shouldn't surprise me." He shot back.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Heather's angry rose to an all time high.
"Chill brotha we got our work done so we left early and had a couple drinks." Vince explained not caring what Dom thought or said. Heather had a mad headache and didn't feel like fighting over nothing so she went to find Leon and tell him she was going to bed.
"Alright boys I'm tired so I'm hitting the sack. It's been fun V well have to do it again. Don't get your boxers in a bunch Dominic I'll work late tomorrow." She saw the rage in his eyes and before he blew up she blew him a kiss before going to bed.
Weeks flew by and the world Heather knew slowly started to turn upside down. It had to change sometime right? Nothing stayed the same forever. She knew it was changing but just hoped it would hold off, it never even slowed down.