Chapter 7
Shit is fucked up without Dom. I'm not sure of myself anymore. God what am I gonna do? I just wish that he would come to me and just beg for me to take him back with roses, and ask me to marry him. Ha. Like that's going to happen.
I walked into the living room where Vince was sprawled on the recliner watching porn. Like I said. He needs a girl.
"V, I need to talk to you." I turned off the TV set, so he would actually pay attention.
"Hey! I was watching that!" He complained.
"So. And now you're listening to me." I sat on the floor in front of him. He pulled the recliner up into it's original position and leaned forward.
"Aiight. Shoot."
"Um...V, what would you say if I was to tell you that I'm pregnant?" He spit out the beer he was drinking.
"Wha...?" He looked confused.
"Yeah." I looked at him curious of his next reaction.
"Uh, Let? You're pregnant? Oh shit. Dom doesn't know does he?" His eyes were as huge as Leon's had been.
"No. Not yet." He looked like he was going to freak out.
"But Let, why haven't you told him?"
"Because he doesn't care. He doesn't care about me or what the fuck happens to me."
"Let, yes he does. I mean how much longer can we keep this up? He's gonna find out sooner or later. You can't hide pregnancy. And believe me, it's better you tell him."
My throat was forming a knot. I...will...not...cry...
"Dammit V!" I got up and punched V's old punching bag. "Come one man, let's box. I need to dump some stress."
"Hell no Let. Last time we fuckin' boxed for release of stress, I had a concussion for two days. Hell...naw."
"Come on, V. You ain't nothin but a pussy. That's why Dom kicked you're ass after he fucked Marisela." Bingo.
"I did not get my fuckin' ass kicked!!!" He came at me with fast, crazed blows. Hell yeah. Come on baby. Give it to me. This is what I lived for. Dom you can't bring me down.
***
I picked up the phone to dial the Toretto house. Leon picked up. Great.
"Hey Le. How ya livin' papi?
"Man, I don't wanna talk about it." He sounded drunk or tired or...SOMEthin'.
"Awww. Come on, papi. Let's go party. It'll get your mind off things. You can even bring a hoe. Tell her we gon' dance tonight!" I was pumped after that box with V.
"Naw. How's Vince?" I looked over at Vince lying down on the recliner with an ice bag on his head, moaning.
"Uh...we just got donw boxing and..."
"Yeah, and he's lying down with an ice bag." God he's good.
"Dammit Le. You fuckin freak me out. You need to quit that shit. You sound like a fuckin psychic hotline or some shit."
Leon just laughed.
I hung up the phone and passed Vince another ice bag and just went driving. The car always helps me think.
*~ flashback ~*
"Hey baby, you're home!" I said in a sleepy, hoarse voice. No hickies, no scratches, no lipstick. Thank God. Thank you Jesus. For one night in my life, you actually answered my only prayer.
"Yeah, mami. I'm here." I went over to him and just hugged him. So thankful. So thankful.
Mia and Leon were watching MTV. This song Mia always listens to.
/These foolish games are tearing me apart.../
*~ end of flashback ~*
This was never more true than right now.
I kept driving past the neighborhoods, just to be out. I stopped at the red light.
"ey...nice car loca!" Some girl yelled out from beside me. She was driving a tricked out car. Pink with an anime airbrush version of her I guess.
"Yo. thanx! Same to you." I looked at her she looked like she was mixed with white and asian. Not sure.
"Yeah, but it can beat your shit anytime." She pulled out a wad of cash from her exposed black lace bra.
I stared at her for a second, trying to see if she was fuckin' serious. When I saw that she was, I took the tip of my index finger and pushed my black shades up higher on the bridge of my nose. I turned around, licked my lips and looked at the road.
The light turned green.
I floored the gas and shifted as was necessary. The colors in my peripheral vision mixed up and blurred. All I could see was the next intersection. My fingers and toes went numb and all the blood rushed to my head. My heart was pounding and my stomach had butterflies. I knew my car. I could judge every movement, I knew every sound, every part of it inside and out. Yeah, I knew my Nissan 240sx.
About 3/4 of the way, my heart raced as I hit the red button on my steering wheel with my thumb. Phhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooooooo.... I tried hard to steady the steering wheel as the NOS doubled the horsepower.
Finally, the intersection. I didn't have to look to see that I had won the race. I knew that I won. I am as good a racer as Dom, I just don't get credit for it because he is king cock, and I'm just his girl.
The girl came up behind me one second later, and stopped the car. She signaled for me to follow her to "The Racer's Edge" parking lot to meet her and get my cash.
She got out of the car after I did and I looked into her convertible. A white fluffly dog was in the passenger seat. I looked at the growing wet stain on her seat. The dog had pissed himself.
She looked at me and shook my hand.
"I'm Suki. Nice to meetcha." She had too much makeup on. Her face looked plastic.
"Sup Suki. I'm..." Before I could finish, she cut me off.
"I know who you are. You're Dom's girl, right. I see you every weekend at the races." Those words. Dom's girl. So familiar yet so strange. I didn't want my business getting out so...
"Yeah. That's me." I looked at her to see if she was going to get cocky. Cuz I was bout ready to knock someone out.
"Well, damn girl, I underestimated you! You're skills are hidden under Dom's glow. You need to get out more. You'll be rich in a month!" I smiled. No punch for her today.
"Thanx chica. Listen loca, I need to get my cash and bounce. I got shit loads to do. Sorry, to cut you off."
"Naw, girl. You fair and straight up. I respect that. You need somethin' holla ya hear?"
She pulled out the cash that had been in her bra. I unrolled it and counted it. One thousand bucks.
"Aiight, layta." Whew. That was fun and I made cash. Sweet. Maybe she was right. Maybe, I DO need to get out more.
Shit is fucked up without Dom. I'm not sure of myself anymore. God what am I gonna do? I just wish that he would come to me and just beg for me to take him back with roses, and ask me to marry him. Ha. Like that's going to happen.
I walked into the living room where Vince was sprawled on the recliner watching porn. Like I said. He needs a girl.
"V, I need to talk to you." I turned off the TV set, so he would actually pay attention.
"Hey! I was watching that!" He complained.
"So. And now you're listening to me." I sat on the floor in front of him. He pulled the recliner up into it's original position and leaned forward.
"Aiight. Shoot."
"Um...V, what would you say if I was to tell you that I'm pregnant?" He spit out the beer he was drinking.
"Wha...?" He looked confused.
"Yeah." I looked at him curious of his next reaction.
"Uh, Let? You're pregnant? Oh shit. Dom doesn't know does he?" His eyes were as huge as Leon's had been.
"No. Not yet." He looked like he was going to freak out.
"But Let, why haven't you told him?"
"Because he doesn't care. He doesn't care about me or what the fuck happens to me."
"Let, yes he does. I mean how much longer can we keep this up? He's gonna find out sooner or later. You can't hide pregnancy. And believe me, it's better you tell him."
My throat was forming a knot. I...will...not...cry...
"Dammit V!" I got up and punched V's old punching bag. "Come one man, let's box. I need to dump some stress."
"Hell no Let. Last time we fuckin' boxed for release of stress, I had a concussion for two days. Hell...naw."
"Come on, V. You ain't nothin but a pussy. That's why Dom kicked you're ass after he fucked Marisela." Bingo.
"I did not get my fuckin' ass kicked!!!" He came at me with fast, crazed blows. Hell yeah. Come on baby. Give it to me. This is what I lived for. Dom you can't bring me down.
***
I picked up the phone to dial the Toretto house. Leon picked up. Great.
"Hey Le. How ya livin' papi?
"Man, I don't wanna talk about it." He sounded drunk or tired or...SOMEthin'.
"Awww. Come on, papi. Let's go party. It'll get your mind off things. You can even bring a hoe. Tell her we gon' dance tonight!" I was pumped after that box with V.
"Naw. How's Vince?" I looked over at Vince lying down on the recliner with an ice bag on his head, moaning.
"Uh...we just got donw boxing and..."
"Yeah, and he's lying down with an ice bag." God he's good.
"Dammit Le. You fuckin freak me out. You need to quit that shit. You sound like a fuckin psychic hotline or some shit."
Leon just laughed.
I hung up the phone and passed Vince another ice bag and just went driving. The car always helps me think.
*~ flashback ~*
"Hey baby, you're home!" I said in a sleepy, hoarse voice. No hickies, no scratches, no lipstick. Thank God. Thank you Jesus. For one night in my life, you actually answered my only prayer.
"Yeah, mami. I'm here." I went over to him and just hugged him. So thankful. So thankful.
Mia and Leon were watching MTV. This song Mia always listens to.
/These foolish games are tearing me apart.../
*~ end of flashback ~*
This was never more true than right now.
I kept driving past the neighborhoods, just to be out. I stopped at the red light.
"ey...nice car loca!" Some girl yelled out from beside me. She was driving a tricked out car. Pink with an anime airbrush version of her I guess.
"Yo. thanx! Same to you." I looked at her she looked like she was mixed with white and asian. Not sure.
"Yeah, but it can beat your shit anytime." She pulled out a wad of cash from her exposed black lace bra.
I stared at her for a second, trying to see if she was fuckin' serious. When I saw that she was, I took the tip of my index finger and pushed my black shades up higher on the bridge of my nose. I turned around, licked my lips and looked at the road.
The light turned green.
I floored the gas and shifted as was necessary. The colors in my peripheral vision mixed up and blurred. All I could see was the next intersection. My fingers and toes went numb and all the blood rushed to my head. My heart was pounding and my stomach had butterflies. I knew my car. I could judge every movement, I knew every sound, every part of it inside and out. Yeah, I knew my Nissan 240sx.
About 3/4 of the way, my heart raced as I hit the red button on my steering wheel with my thumb. Phhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooooooo.... I tried hard to steady the steering wheel as the NOS doubled the horsepower.
Finally, the intersection. I didn't have to look to see that I had won the race. I knew that I won. I am as good a racer as Dom, I just don't get credit for it because he is king cock, and I'm just his girl.
The girl came up behind me one second later, and stopped the car. She signaled for me to follow her to "The Racer's Edge" parking lot to meet her and get my cash.
She got out of the car after I did and I looked into her convertible. A white fluffly dog was in the passenger seat. I looked at the growing wet stain on her seat. The dog had pissed himself.
She looked at me and shook my hand.
"I'm Suki. Nice to meetcha." She had too much makeup on. Her face looked plastic.
"Sup Suki. I'm..." Before I could finish, she cut me off.
"I know who you are. You're Dom's girl, right. I see you every weekend at the races." Those words. Dom's girl. So familiar yet so strange. I didn't want my business getting out so...
"Yeah. That's me." I looked at her to see if she was going to get cocky. Cuz I was bout ready to knock someone out.
"Well, damn girl, I underestimated you! You're skills are hidden under Dom's glow. You need to get out more. You'll be rich in a month!" I smiled. No punch for her today.
"Thanx chica. Listen loca, I need to get my cash and bounce. I got shit loads to do. Sorry, to cut you off."
"Naw, girl. You fair and straight up. I respect that. You need somethin' holla ya hear?"
She pulled out the cash that had been in her bra. I unrolled it and counted it. One thousand bucks.
"Aiight, layta." Whew. That was fun and I made cash. Sweet. Maybe she was right. Maybe, I DO need to get out more.