A/N: ahh! yes! she's shot! I'm horrible, aren't i? so sorry. this one gets worse. gah. thank you guys for all of the wonderful reviews! yes yes, tran and jeff shall get what is coming to them. but remember what leon said. 'this isn't revenge. this is punishment' haha! i love that! I still haven't seen the movie though. so yeah...uhh..bullshit is fun, isn't it? What movie was I watching yesterday? I dunno what it was, but one of the guys in the movie went 'come on. Don't bullshit a bullshitter'. crap, i can't remember the movie. but yes. fun fun. the song used in this pretty chapter is called 'In The End' by Linkin Park. We had a storm last night and all of our power went out so I sat in my bed listening to the Live In Texas CD by Linkin Park on my portable CD player and I knew this would be a good song for this chapter. so, euff rambling, here is chapter 17:
Brian sat up on his bed. It was 4 in the morning and he couldn't sleep. He looked around. Tej, Rome and Jimmy were sleeping on his floor. Suki and Monica had the room next to his. Dom and Letty were in the room on the left of J's, with Leon in J's room. Vince was in the room on the right of J's with Jesse and Mia had the last room.
Brian leaned over the side of his bed and watched Rome sleep. He couldn't figure out how Rome was sleeping with all that was going on. Every time Brian closed his eyes he dreamt of what could have happened when J was shot. Suddenly Rome's eyes popped open.
"Bra, if you don't fucking stop watching me I will slam my first into yo eyes and make ya stop watching me." Rome said. Brian laughed and pulled himself back on his bed. Brian leaned back against the headboard.
"How can you sleep Ro?" Brian asked. Rome sat up and leaned on the edge of the bed.
"I think of all the good times we had together. I try not to think of what happened today, but of what happened yesterday." Rome said. Brian frowned at him and then laughed.
"Jesus Christ Ro! You sound like J in one of her 'wise' moments." Brian shook his head as Rome scowled.
"I learn from the best bra. When she comes home I'll have her teach you a thing or two." Rome said smiling.
"You think she'll come back alive?" Brian asked. Rome looked at him.
"Of course. You're talking about Jez, man. If she dies, she'll die kicking and screaming. She ain't no wimp. Now," Rome laid back down. "Get some sleep home boy. You'll need your energy." Brian sighed and settled down into his bed, and for the first time that night, he got more than 5 minutes of a pleasant sleep.
"J, wake up." Silvia said, gently shaking J. J opened her eyes and tried to focus on Silvia's face. Her vision came into focus and she reached out and slapped Silvia. Silvia fell back on her ass in shock, holding her right cheek.
"What the fuck was that for?" Silvia asked angrily. J shrugged but stopped as the pain became too much.
"I needed to relieve some stress. What the hell did you wake me for anyways?" J asked. Silvia pushed a plate of over cooked eggs at her.
"It's 8. Time for breakfast." With that Silvia turned and left. J pulled the plate towards her with difficulty and began eating with her left hand.
Fuck. He just had to shoot my right arm, didn't he? J thought to herself. I'm a righty not a lefty you fruits. She swallowed the eggs and almost puked them up. "Nasty." She shriveled her nose up and pushed the plate away. She already missed Mia's food. She had been locked up for a day already and her arm wasn't feeling any better.
She sighed and looked up as Lance came into the room.
"Morning doll face. How ya feeling?" He asked as he kneeled in front of her.
"Like I get hit by a fucking truck." J spat. Lance frowned, or at least she thought he frowned. She couldn't rightfully tell.
"We'll see if we can get you something for the pain." Lance said. J's eyes bulged out and her jaw dropped the few centimeters it could.
"You're going to help me after you shot me?" J asked in disbelief. Lance just shrugged.
"Well if you don't want medicine then fine." J held up her good hand.
"No wait. I'm sorry; I was just surprised. I'd like the medicine." J told him. Lance gave a small smile and nodded.
"Good. We'll treat you like a prisoner of...war. Since we are in a war, aren't we?" He said with a wicked smile. "So, that means that we feed you as best as we can and let you live here as best as we can. Which, isn't too great, but I'm sure you'll get used to it." Lance said. J frowned.
"Why are you involved in this? This should be between me and Jeff." J said. Lance shook his head.
"Dom and your little Cop friend killed my brother. You are family to them, so I will keep you here for a while, and then kill you. As I said, Trans are in a war with the Toretto's. You are a Toretto." Lance smiled. J rolled her eyes.
"Nice. Thanks a lot."
"Don't worry, I won't kill you yet. I got to make them sweat." Lance leaned closer to J. "I like it when they sweat." J slapped his cheek so hard his teeth rattled. Lance pulled back in pure shock as he clutched his cheek.
"Fuck you. Don't come even close to them or me you Asian Fag. I may be shot, but I will kick your ass. You can fucking bet I will kick and fight until the day I die." J spat at him. Lance stood up, still clutching his cheek. She could see blood spilling out over and between his fingers.
"When I kill you, I'm gonna fucking enjoy it bitch. And I will take my time tearing your useless body to pieces." Lance threatened. He turned and stomped out of the room.
"What a bitch." J said out loud. She laughed as she pictured her face when she slapped him. She stopped laughing when Silvia came in the room.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She screamed. J shrugged.
"Staying alive." She said simply. Silvia stood with her hands on her hips.
"No. You're securing yourself a painful death you stupid idiot! Lance is beyond pissed and I'm fucking surprised that you're still alive right now!" Silvia yelled. Silvia knew that if she had ever slapped Lance she would be dead. She couldn't believe that after everything she had already done to Lance, J was still alive.
"Oh please. Save me this pussy shit. That guy is beyond you. He will kill you too; don't think you're oh so special. I hope you rot in hell you dirt bag whore! Fuck you and your lame dirty ass men!" J screamed at her. Silvia tried counting to ten, but it wasn't working.
"Fuck this bitch!" She screamed as she leaned down, grabbed J's face and punched her. She kept punching her, again and again and again until J couldn't feel anything. All J could think of was that Silvia really can hit. Hard. J passed out after the 8th or 9th punch that Silvia laid into her face. After the 12th or 13th hit Silvia stopped. She stared down at her. J's face was a bloody pulp. Her once beautiful face had the marks from yesterday and now had a broken nose, a black eye, and would be swollen twice it's size tomorrow.
Silvia let go of J and her bloody hands flew to her mouth. She instantly pulled her hands away and stared at them as J's blood dripped her knuckles and hands.
"Oh my god." Silvia said. She knew Lance and Jeff were going to kill her for sure, even if J wasn't dead. "I'm so dead." Silvia turned and ran from the room, and eventually ran from the house later that day.
"Leon?" Suki asked as she stood in the door to J's room. Leon was sitting at the window and looking down at the cars parked in the driveway and on the street. J loved the window seats and had one in every bedroom. She loved to be able to sit at the window and look out. Suki looked around J's room. The walls were painted an almost midnight blue. Her bed was queen size with different colored blue sheets. The pillows had 'Jezzie' airbrushed onto them. Her room was neat and cleaned and made it seem as if she was the most organized person in the world. She wasn't.
Suki frowned and walked into J's room. The smell of Cucumber Melon hit her instantly. She smiled.
"Leon?" Suki said again. Leon turned around.
"Yeah?" He asked. Suki walked closer to him, he noticed she was fiddling with her hands. She looked down at the, of course, blue carpet.
"I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. I was just really upset. I know you guys love J, and I know you guys have known her longer than me. I was just worried about her and I showed my bitchy self." Suki said quickly. She didn't normally apologize to people, but since Leon and J had a thing going on, Suki didn't want to be on his bad side. Suki looked up to see Leon smiling.
"It's cool Suki. We were all high strung yesterday. It's not your fault." Leon said. Suki smiled.
"Awesome." Suki replied. She was glad that things were cool between her and Leon. Leon looked back out the window and then at Suki.
"Which car is yours?" He asked. Suki walked over to the window and sat down.
"The pink one." She said, pointing at her S2000. Leon whistled.
"Sweet. Let me guess, J hates the color?" Leon asked looking at Suki. Suki laughed and nodded.
"She sure does. She used to hate it when we would go driving around in my car. She always made a big deal about wearing a hat so nobody could see her face!" Suki and Leon laughed.
"Sounds like her. She's always been against the color of Pink. I never could figure that out." Leon shook his head.
"She's J. I don't think anybody can figure her out." Suki said; she looked down at J's car in the driveway. The dark green paint shone beautifully in the afternoon light. The middle finger on the hood of the car represents J's attitude 100%. Well, maybe only 90%. J did have a heart with some things.
"When did you and J meet? Like how?" Leon asked, snapping Suki out of her thoughts. Suki looked over at Leon.
"She came to a race one night, before Brian was forced into doing the Customs job and he recognized her because of something she said. She said 'Still shitting kittens Spilner?' We all stared at her like she was crazy! But Brian didn't. He walked over to her and he said 'Don't ya know it Jez.' It was weird. But Brian introduced us and after that, she spoke hardly a word to him. My first impression of her was I thought she was a bitch! But then she told me what happened in L.A. and Brian filled me in on the rest. She is great fun." Suki told him. Leon smiled and looked out the window.
Jeff stood in the door to J's room. She was still unconscious on the floor, a dried puddle of blood under her face. Jeff was so angry he could go out and kill a handful of people and still not be rid of his anger. J was for me to beat senseless, Jeff thought as he knelt beside her unconscious body. Not for that whore Silvia to. I will kill her. Jeff pushed back the hair on J's face with some difficulty. The blood and dried it to her face. He pulled it off and away from her face and recoiled in shock. It didn't look like her anymore
Her face was so bruised and so scratched up that it was bloated and twice it's normal size. Parts of her face stuck out more than it should have. Her lips were scratched and her nose was broken. Her jaw seemed to hang over to the side more than it should have. The beautiful thing she used to be, was no more. She would be feeling more pain than she could probably ever imagine whenever she woke up. Jeff stood up and slowly backed away from J. He turned around and left the room with one thing in mind. Silvia would pay for what she has done. Jeff knew Lance would be beyond angry, angrier than Jeff was. He wasn't sure if he should tell him himself, or wait to let him find out. Either way, the shit was going to hit the fan.
(It starts with)
One thing / I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It's so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on / but didn't even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart
What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried
So hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing / I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised it got so (far)
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end
You kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart
What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There's only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There's only one thing you should know
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
The song rolled over and over in J's mind, as she lay unconscious on the floor. She felt no pain, but she knew she should. I'm lucky, oh so lucky. J sang in her head. She laughed to herself. If this is lucky, whoa boy, I can't wait to be dead. I wonder if Suki and them are in Miami yet. My car! Oh my god, somebody take my car out on a weekly basis so it doesn't get old and rusted. My CD's. Ahh, Letty can take my CD's. She's always liked them. The house will go to the team. Yeah, the team. Sure, it' a step up from the ol' Toretto house, but the familia will expand soon. I'm sure Mia and Brian will get together, pop out a couple o' children. Letty and Dom too. Letty, a mother? Can you imagine? I sure as hell can't. Jesse doesn't need a woman; he needs an engine. That poor bloke has been through enough shit to last him a lifetime. Vince...Vince. He can have my car. It may not be a Maxima, but it's a great car. My Lancer is a better car than his dumbass Maxima will ever be. What a shitfuck. The Lancer Evo looks better anyways. Jesus Christ, I'm laying here dying and I'm talking about fucking cars. Go fucking figure. Damn, I'm hungry. Her eyes snapped open.
"FUCK." J called out as loud as she could muster. She was awake now, and in a hell of a lot of pain. Her blue eyes focused on the puddle of blood her head was laying in. "Gross." She whispered to no one but herself. She wasn't a girly girl, but that didn't mean she liked blood. Especially when it was her blood. She tried to move, but the pain was too much so she stopped. She suddenly remembered the movie 'Kill Bill' and when The Bride wanted to move her big toe. Move your big toe, now J let out a small laugh and then groaned under the pain.
J heard the door open and saw a pair of feet move across the room. A body knelt down and J knew it was Lance.
"You awake now?" He asked. J rolled her eyes.
"Duh." She replied quietly. He smiled and held out a syringe. J's eyes widened with fear. He's going to kill me, oh god, he's sees me now and he's going to kill me. The thought rolled over and over in her mind.
"I'm not going to kill you." He said, answering her fears. "You're much more of a use if you're alive," He leaned his face down towards her. She could smell cigarette smoke on his breath. "Than dead." He sat back on the heels of his feet and laughed. J sighed. At least I'm not dead yet. She thought bitterly. She waited as he swabbed her arm and then stuck the needle in her arm. He pulled it out and stood up.
"It's a shame." He said. She closed her eyes.
"What is?" She asked.
"You talked so much junk it's a wonder you didn't fight back." He said, smirking. J felt a tear roll down face. Lance turned and walked across the room. He stopped at the door and turned back to look at her. "And you used to be so beautiful." J burst into tears as Lance left the room and shut the door behind him.