Author's Notes: Hey. This is my first fic and it is based on "Get It Out" by La Mamacita on the "art-of-vin-diesel.com"
Now take into full effect the word "BASED" which means "inspired from" not "exact copy". I rewrote some parts and added in some of my ideas and basically that the narrator is "Letty" and NOT Vin as in "Get It Out". So basically that pretty much makes it mine since the experiences and situations are different. Things happened to Letty that didn't happen to Dom. There, I wrote my ideas and MY plot.
Thanks. Moving on....
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Fast and the Furious. I wish I did. I am not getting any money by these fics. Plus, I don't think you want my artwork and aaliyah CD's.
Prologue
Dom always said that he remembers when I was born. Well, I don't think he was too happy about it. He told me that his ma ignored him the second she saw me. I don't even know why in the hell she would. Ma's, I guess. It was straight though, cuz my best friend, Mia, was born almost a year later on the same day, man. Me and her were kind of the opposite but always tight. Mia liked to play Barbies and I liked to play with cars. I remember when mom would make me wear these pink dresses with my hair up in two braids held up by two pink ribbons, lace socks, and some uncomfortable ass white church shoes. I had my cars in one hand and my rifle in the other. So me and Mia had to make a deal, since Dom and Vince were royal assholes, thinking they were the shit and five years older than me, they didn't want me tagging along. I played Ken and she played Barbie. Man, it's hard to say when me and Dom got together. It just...happened. I don't believe in fate and shit like that, but I think it was a little more than coincidence. Ha ha. It's funny cuz I always liked that stuck-up asshole. I remember when I was about six and he was eleven. I couldn't tell you how many fuckin' times they told me to get lost. It's awesome cuz I wasn't scared to tell him, I never let up. Now, the memory just makes me cringe. My family? I ain't saying nothing bout that shit now. Mi mama wasn't bad, the problem was, she never did nothin'. My stepdad was a sick bastard. Ay...nevermind. I'll tell you about that later.
Vince and Dom were friends for as long as I can remember. They met in third grade after some asshole who got his kicks from picking on little kids, was messing with Dom and Vince took him. From then on, Dom vowed that no one would ever make him look like a pussy again. His whole obsession became lifting weights and working out. The only time that they got in a straight up fight was that one time that Vince had a huge crush on this girl named Marisela Alaniz . I don't know exactly what happened but when I got there, Dom's pants were down and the skank was out, Vince walked in and figured it out, so he tried to fight Dom, and Dom got beat pretty good. I was just standing there like, what the fuck. I don't think he was trying, I'd feel shitty about it too. Anyways, that wasn't too good, and Mia bitched about it for a long ass time and I had to sit there and listen to her until I finally told her to shut the hell up, she was like nails on a fuckin' chalkboard.
I loved cars. I'd live in one if I could. When I was trying to stay the hell away from my house, I would go and help Dom fix cars with his dad. I had to hear Dom bitch about girls not supposed to like cars and shit and his dad would just tell him to shut the hell up because I might have to be the one pickin' him up one day on the side of the road. It was always good to hear Dom's voice even if he was bitchin' at me to get lost. It was a hell of a lot better, than hearin' my stepdad bitch.
Dom's dad was so fuckin' cool. I envied his life. It wasn't that they had the perfect life, cuz where we were at, nobody had the perfect life, but they were a good family. His dad made sure of that.
I remember when Dom's mom died. I remember it like it was fuckin' five minutes ago. It was like a damn gray cloud decided it was going to sit on top of their house and not move. The vibe I got was uncomfortable. I didn't know how to deal with it, and it wasn't even my moms. She could've passed for mine though. She had a heart of gold, man. She didn't deserve it. Dom didn't cry, he didn't laugh, he didn't move. He just kinda took it. Who knows what twisted thoughts were running through his shaved head but he kind of changed after that, he matured I guess. He became more responsible. He didn't bitch when Mia asked him to help with the dishes, or to clean up after himself. I asked him if he needed anything, he didn't say shit. Just went to his room and locked the door.
* * *
...stupid little bitch! What the fuck did I tell you about leaving your fuckin' shoes on the floor? Huh?...
...AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!...Stop, Please! Don't hit me no more! I promise I won't do it no more!...
...Die, you fuckin' skinny little bitch!!!........
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!"
(Bangs on the door) "Mia shut her the hell up! Damn, I can't sleep for shit!"
"Shut up, Dom!...It's ok, Letty...it's ok. You're here now." (sobs)
* * *
It looked like Dom wasn't doing too good, cuz last I heard, He was smokin' and sellin' weed. He got locked up for that shit too, man. Yup, in there for a couple of years. It was weird not having him around to bug.
It was cool that he got out the day of my sixteenth birthday. It was awesome to see him. He looked fuckin' sexy as hell. Big chest, big arms, same big head. Ha ha. Shit yeah, he looked better. He hadn't seen me yet so I jumped on his back and covered his eyes.
"Guess who it is, big head!" I dropped down and he turned around. It was hard not to drop my fuckin' mouth. Dom, was even better lookin' up front. Looked like he thought I changed too, cuz he gave me a head to toe look. I invited him in for the barbecue and I couldn't help noticing that he was staring at me. It felt good. It was nice having the tables turn for once.
As the night went on, we caught up on each others lives, but he didn't talk about jail though. I think it embarrassed him some. I felt like I hadn't seen him in forever, except it was like he was always with me. It was getting chilly outside, so I invited him upstairs to my room to help me get a jacket.
He followed me and we were in the room alone, so I closed the door behind us. He looked kind of surprised, like he didn't feel it appropriate for us to be together like that. I couldn't hold back anymore, so I walked up to him and kissed him. Things got kind of hot and heavy and I led him to the bed. I lay on my back in the middle of the bed, with my legs open and clothes still on. He was standing up in front of me trying to figure out whether he should continue. I leaned forward and reassured him by undoing his jeans and pulling his out his dick. I gasped and kind of leaned back. The thing was huge. What the hell did I get myself into?
Should I have led him on? He kissed me again and it convinced me, so I pulled off my shirt.
"Letty, what's this?" He ran his fingers over a swollen bruise on my rib. Oh god, not now.
"Nothing. I fell."
"Letty, is your stepdad still...hitting you?"
"No, Dom. It's over now.
I undid my jeans and he slid my black thongs down to my knees. He felt on the outside of me then he slid his middle finger in. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. It felt like something was opening up inside of me but at the same time it was so good.
He looked up at me like he was surprised. "Letty, you're a virgin."
"Of course. You think I would save it for anyone else?"
* * *
Dom left for home after that, giving me a good night kiss. I was so happy, I could hardly breathe. Didn't last long though, cuz as soon as Dom was out of sight, across the street, my step dad had seen it all. He grabbed me and dragged me to the house by my hair. He threw me on the floor and I couldn't help it, I started to cry.
It's freaky how you can try to portray this "tough bitch" attitude, but when confronted by your biggest fear, you're a piece of shit. I crawled to my room and he kicked me. Mom must have closed the door, because it was darker in the house. He kicked me again and everything was kind of blurry from there. He grabbed me by the neck and picked me up onto the wall.
"You fuckin' slut! You had to go and fuck the neighbor's son, huh? You like to be felt on, huh? Well, how you like this?"
He started to run his hands down my shirt and I could smell alcohol and cigarettes.
He dropped me and all I could see was flashes of color and Dom's voice. Dom...
I was picked up again and taken outside, it was chilly, I think. I don't really remember. All I remember, was Dom.
When I cold see again Dom took me to the bathroom. He started taking off his clothes and I got scared. Ay Dios, he might hurt me too. He called to me. His voice was so soothing. No. It wasn't him, it wasn't my step dad. It was Dom. Mi angelito, Dom.
He pulled off my clothes and called me into the shower with him. I looked at him in his eyes, to make sure it wasn't him, not him.
He held me and kissed my forehead, he kissed my wounds and it was like they didn't hurt anymore. How does he do that? He cleaned me up and helped me into one of his huge shirts. He carried me into his room and lay me on the bed. I looked up at him one more time, to make sure it wasn't him, and fell asleep to Dom's soothing voice. It's over now. He won't hurt me again.
Now take into full effect the word "BASED" which means "inspired from" not "exact copy". I rewrote some parts and added in some of my ideas and basically that the narrator is "Letty" and NOT Vin as in "Get It Out". So basically that pretty much makes it mine since the experiences and situations are different. Things happened to Letty that didn't happen to Dom. There, I wrote my ideas and MY plot.
Thanks. Moving on....
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Fast and the Furious. I wish I did. I am not getting any money by these fics. Plus, I don't think you want my artwork and aaliyah CD's.
Prologue
Dom always said that he remembers when I was born. Well, I don't think he was too happy about it. He told me that his ma ignored him the second she saw me. I don't even know why in the hell she would. Ma's, I guess. It was straight though, cuz my best friend, Mia, was born almost a year later on the same day, man. Me and her were kind of the opposite but always tight. Mia liked to play Barbies and I liked to play with cars. I remember when mom would make me wear these pink dresses with my hair up in two braids held up by two pink ribbons, lace socks, and some uncomfortable ass white church shoes. I had my cars in one hand and my rifle in the other. So me and Mia had to make a deal, since Dom and Vince were royal assholes, thinking they were the shit and five years older than me, they didn't want me tagging along. I played Ken and she played Barbie. Man, it's hard to say when me and Dom got together. It just...happened. I don't believe in fate and shit like that, but I think it was a little more than coincidence. Ha ha. It's funny cuz I always liked that stuck-up asshole. I remember when I was about six and he was eleven. I couldn't tell you how many fuckin' times they told me to get lost. It's awesome cuz I wasn't scared to tell him, I never let up. Now, the memory just makes me cringe. My family? I ain't saying nothing bout that shit now. Mi mama wasn't bad, the problem was, she never did nothin'. My stepdad was a sick bastard. Ay...nevermind. I'll tell you about that later.
Vince and Dom were friends for as long as I can remember. They met in third grade after some asshole who got his kicks from picking on little kids, was messing with Dom and Vince took him. From then on, Dom vowed that no one would ever make him look like a pussy again. His whole obsession became lifting weights and working out. The only time that they got in a straight up fight was that one time that Vince had a huge crush on this girl named Marisela Alaniz . I don't know exactly what happened but when I got there, Dom's pants were down and the skank was out, Vince walked in and figured it out, so he tried to fight Dom, and Dom got beat pretty good. I was just standing there like, what the fuck. I don't think he was trying, I'd feel shitty about it too. Anyways, that wasn't too good, and Mia bitched about it for a long ass time and I had to sit there and listen to her until I finally told her to shut the hell up, she was like nails on a fuckin' chalkboard.
I loved cars. I'd live in one if I could. When I was trying to stay the hell away from my house, I would go and help Dom fix cars with his dad. I had to hear Dom bitch about girls not supposed to like cars and shit and his dad would just tell him to shut the hell up because I might have to be the one pickin' him up one day on the side of the road. It was always good to hear Dom's voice even if he was bitchin' at me to get lost. It was a hell of a lot better, than hearin' my stepdad bitch.
Dom's dad was so fuckin' cool. I envied his life. It wasn't that they had the perfect life, cuz where we were at, nobody had the perfect life, but they were a good family. His dad made sure of that.
I remember when Dom's mom died. I remember it like it was fuckin' five minutes ago. It was like a damn gray cloud decided it was going to sit on top of their house and not move. The vibe I got was uncomfortable. I didn't know how to deal with it, and it wasn't even my moms. She could've passed for mine though. She had a heart of gold, man. She didn't deserve it. Dom didn't cry, he didn't laugh, he didn't move. He just kinda took it. Who knows what twisted thoughts were running through his shaved head but he kind of changed after that, he matured I guess. He became more responsible. He didn't bitch when Mia asked him to help with the dishes, or to clean up after himself. I asked him if he needed anything, he didn't say shit. Just went to his room and locked the door.
* * *
...stupid little bitch! What the fuck did I tell you about leaving your fuckin' shoes on the floor? Huh?...
...AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!...Stop, Please! Don't hit me no more! I promise I won't do it no more!...
...Die, you fuckin' skinny little bitch!!!........
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!"
(Bangs on the door) "Mia shut her the hell up! Damn, I can't sleep for shit!"
"Shut up, Dom!...It's ok, Letty...it's ok. You're here now." (sobs)
* * *
It looked like Dom wasn't doing too good, cuz last I heard, He was smokin' and sellin' weed. He got locked up for that shit too, man. Yup, in there for a couple of years. It was weird not having him around to bug.
It was cool that he got out the day of my sixteenth birthday. It was awesome to see him. He looked fuckin' sexy as hell. Big chest, big arms, same big head. Ha ha. Shit yeah, he looked better. He hadn't seen me yet so I jumped on his back and covered his eyes.
"Guess who it is, big head!" I dropped down and he turned around. It was hard not to drop my fuckin' mouth. Dom, was even better lookin' up front. Looked like he thought I changed too, cuz he gave me a head to toe look. I invited him in for the barbecue and I couldn't help noticing that he was staring at me. It felt good. It was nice having the tables turn for once.
As the night went on, we caught up on each others lives, but he didn't talk about jail though. I think it embarrassed him some. I felt like I hadn't seen him in forever, except it was like he was always with me. It was getting chilly outside, so I invited him upstairs to my room to help me get a jacket.
He followed me and we were in the room alone, so I closed the door behind us. He looked kind of surprised, like he didn't feel it appropriate for us to be together like that. I couldn't hold back anymore, so I walked up to him and kissed him. Things got kind of hot and heavy and I led him to the bed. I lay on my back in the middle of the bed, with my legs open and clothes still on. He was standing up in front of me trying to figure out whether he should continue. I leaned forward and reassured him by undoing his jeans and pulling his out his dick. I gasped and kind of leaned back. The thing was huge. What the hell did I get myself into?
Should I have led him on? He kissed me again and it convinced me, so I pulled off my shirt.
"Letty, what's this?" He ran his fingers over a swollen bruise on my rib. Oh god, not now.
"Nothing. I fell."
"Letty, is your stepdad still...hitting you?"
"No, Dom. It's over now.
I undid my jeans and he slid my black thongs down to my knees. He felt on the outside of me then he slid his middle finger in. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. It felt like something was opening up inside of me but at the same time it was so good.
He looked up at me like he was surprised. "Letty, you're a virgin."
"Of course. You think I would save it for anyone else?"
* * *
Dom left for home after that, giving me a good night kiss. I was so happy, I could hardly breathe. Didn't last long though, cuz as soon as Dom was out of sight, across the street, my step dad had seen it all. He grabbed me and dragged me to the house by my hair. He threw me on the floor and I couldn't help it, I started to cry.
It's freaky how you can try to portray this "tough bitch" attitude, but when confronted by your biggest fear, you're a piece of shit. I crawled to my room and he kicked me. Mom must have closed the door, because it was darker in the house. He kicked me again and everything was kind of blurry from there. He grabbed me by the neck and picked me up onto the wall.
"You fuckin' slut! You had to go and fuck the neighbor's son, huh? You like to be felt on, huh? Well, how you like this?"
He started to run his hands down my shirt and I could smell alcohol and cigarettes.
He dropped me and all I could see was flashes of color and Dom's voice. Dom...
I was picked up again and taken outside, it was chilly, I think. I don't really remember. All I remember, was Dom.
When I cold see again Dom took me to the bathroom. He started taking off his clothes and I got scared. Ay Dios, he might hurt me too. He called to me. His voice was so soothing. No. It wasn't him, it wasn't my step dad. It was Dom. Mi angelito, Dom.
He pulled off my clothes and called me into the shower with him. I looked at him in his eyes, to make sure it wasn't him, not him.
He held me and kissed my forehead, he kissed my wounds and it was like they didn't hurt anymore. How does he do that? He cleaned me up and helped me into one of his huge shirts. He carried me into his room and lay me on the bed. I looked up at him one more time, to make sure it wasn't him, and fell asleep to Dom's soothing voice. It's over now. He won't hurt me again.