That night Dominique layed in his cott listening to the sounds of doors
slamming, people being ushered to their cells, and if he listened close
enough he could even hear the preacher giving his nightly speeches down the
hall.
Dom turned and reached for his sister's letter and read it for about the zillionth time, it was his first and last letter he had received.
Dom,
Im sorry we haven't come to visit you but after the races got busted up and you were arrested we all decided to go our separate ways. The boys went to Nevada but then they decided to split up. The last I heard was one is in New York, another is in Chicago, I don't know about anybody else. Brian and I are getting married ! Can you believe it? The big day is planned for this summer. Im sorry you won't be there... but maybe it's for the best. I mean it's safer this way. Well maybe I'll see you around sometime.
With All My Love,
Your baby sister. P.S. Please don't be angry.
Dom's eyes began to glisten and tears began to drop onto the worn piece of paper.
All Dom could think about was how they so easily could just abandon him in this hell hole and run to save their own asses, don't be angry.... how could she possibly ask him not to be angry?
But truth be told he was only angry the first two weeks after he received the letter, after that he was just hurt, insulted, depressed and felt like he was just a scape goat to slow down the cops.
Even his girlfriend who he'd been dating for years ran like a scolded dog.
Dominique could feel the rage begin to build so he simply pinned the letter to the wall layed down and thought about how incredible it would feel to be free.
***The next morning***
"Open cell number 316!!" The familiar voice came over the loud speaker.
Dom cracked the biggest smile of his life as the guard entered the room and told him to collect his things.
Dom exited his cell carrying an average sized cardboard box that was brimming with crumpled paper with sketches of cars and women, it also held his picture, letter, any and all clothing, toothbrushes, magazines, newspaper clippings about an assortment of things and even a book he swiped from the library about hotel management.
His strong hands anxiously gripped the box as the front desk guard checked his schedule to make sure it was time for Dom to leave.
"Alright, here it is. Torreto, Dominique... that's you isn't it?" The officer was a chubby man with gray hair and a large bald spot, his beady eyes squinted under his glasses to take a better look at Dominique.
"Yes sir." Dom couldn't help but smile at the short little man trying to intimidate him.
"Well you're free. Now if you ever feel the urge to do something stupid that would land you back here remember.... you'll have to answer to me. Got it?" The old man sucked in his gut, made his best mean face and slammed his fists on his hips.
"Alright. I'll make sure to remember that sir" Dom stifled a laugh and followed another officer down a maze of corridors and staircases.
There it was, the only thing that stood between Dom and his freedom, it was a tall steel door with no handle, a small window with bars on it sat in the top left corner of the slightly intimidating door.
Dom's hand quivered with excitement as he signed his release papers and passed them to a pretty young girl sitting a the front desk.
He turned his face towards the door and slowly began making his way to the outside world, as strange as it sounds this prison had become home and Dom was actually alittle nervous to leave.
But no matter how nervous, no matter how scared, Dominique was positive that he was ready to leave.
The large door swung open as the girl behind the desk pushed a button.
The sky was blue and filled with fluffy white clouds, birds, and a brilliant light shined down on this free man.
For some reason the air smelled sweeter and the air seemed fresher then he remembered, but no matter.
He was free, and until now he hadn't even begun to think about what he would do once he left that hellish building.
But as soon as he stepped onto the cement sidewalk the old Dominique returned and he didn't know exactly what would happen.
All he knew was that he was moving to Nevada and that the racing god had returned.
Dom turned and reached for his sister's letter and read it for about the zillionth time, it was his first and last letter he had received.
Dom,
Im sorry we haven't come to visit you but after the races got busted up and you were arrested we all decided to go our separate ways. The boys went to Nevada but then they decided to split up. The last I heard was one is in New York, another is in Chicago, I don't know about anybody else. Brian and I are getting married ! Can you believe it? The big day is planned for this summer. Im sorry you won't be there... but maybe it's for the best. I mean it's safer this way. Well maybe I'll see you around sometime.
With All My Love,
Your baby sister. P.S. Please don't be angry.
Dom's eyes began to glisten and tears began to drop onto the worn piece of paper.
All Dom could think about was how they so easily could just abandon him in this hell hole and run to save their own asses, don't be angry.... how could she possibly ask him not to be angry?
But truth be told he was only angry the first two weeks after he received the letter, after that he was just hurt, insulted, depressed and felt like he was just a scape goat to slow down the cops.
Even his girlfriend who he'd been dating for years ran like a scolded dog.
Dominique could feel the rage begin to build so he simply pinned the letter to the wall layed down and thought about how incredible it would feel to be free.
***The next morning***
"Open cell number 316!!" The familiar voice came over the loud speaker.
Dom cracked the biggest smile of his life as the guard entered the room and told him to collect his things.
Dom exited his cell carrying an average sized cardboard box that was brimming with crumpled paper with sketches of cars and women, it also held his picture, letter, any and all clothing, toothbrushes, magazines, newspaper clippings about an assortment of things and even a book he swiped from the library about hotel management.
His strong hands anxiously gripped the box as the front desk guard checked his schedule to make sure it was time for Dom to leave.
"Alright, here it is. Torreto, Dominique... that's you isn't it?" The officer was a chubby man with gray hair and a large bald spot, his beady eyes squinted under his glasses to take a better look at Dominique.
"Yes sir." Dom couldn't help but smile at the short little man trying to intimidate him.
"Well you're free. Now if you ever feel the urge to do something stupid that would land you back here remember.... you'll have to answer to me. Got it?" The old man sucked in his gut, made his best mean face and slammed his fists on his hips.
"Alright. I'll make sure to remember that sir" Dom stifled a laugh and followed another officer down a maze of corridors and staircases.
There it was, the only thing that stood between Dom and his freedom, it was a tall steel door with no handle, a small window with bars on it sat in the top left corner of the slightly intimidating door.
Dom's hand quivered with excitement as he signed his release papers and passed them to a pretty young girl sitting a the front desk.
He turned his face towards the door and slowly began making his way to the outside world, as strange as it sounds this prison had become home and Dom was actually alittle nervous to leave.
But no matter how nervous, no matter how scared, Dominique was positive that he was ready to leave.
The large door swung open as the girl behind the desk pushed a button.
The sky was blue and filled with fluffy white clouds, birds, and a brilliant light shined down on this free man.
For some reason the air smelled sweeter and the air seemed fresher then he remembered, but no matter.
He was free, and until now he hadn't even begun to think about what he would do once he left that hellish building.
But as soon as he stepped onto the cement sidewalk the old Dominique returned and he didn't know exactly what would happen.
All he knew was that he was moving to Nevada and that the racing god had returned.