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          You may notice that my spelling is a bit… Commonwealth at the moment.  Forgive me.  When in Rome and all that.

          Also- I haven't watched 2F2F and don't plan to.  That may be come clear later on. 

          I'd left my cell at home while I was in the field.  Didn't think I'd need it.  Couldn't use it in the Dessert while doing manoeuvres so what good would it have been, right? 

          I wish I'd taken it with me if only so I could have checked my messages.  Maybe then I could have prepared myself for the shit hitting the fan.

          Leon and I were both discharged that day so he'd given me a ride home.  By now the Fort was home and the Team was family.  Over the last two years Leon had become part of our little band of merry men.  He'd hung out with us a lot and since he was a pretty good mechanic Jesse and Vince had taken to him pretty good. 

          Imagine my surprise when I saw Dom standing on the porch.  He had a beer in one hand and a girl in the other.

          "Fuck. Oh- what the- HELL no.  You have GOT to be kidding me."    I punched the dashboard as we pulled in to the driveway. 

          "Isn't that Dom?  Who's the chick?"  Leon asked turning off the engine.

         "Road kill."  This could not be happening.  Not now, not like this.  She's going to die.  I'm going to kill her.

          Leon put her hand on my arm as I made to jump out.  "Letty, chill girl.  It might not be what it looks like."

          The bitch chose that moment to put her hands in Dom's back pockets and press herself against him.  That was something only I was supposed to do now.  I wanted to die.

          I puked instead.  All over the interior of Leon's ride.  After the first two sets, it was mostly dry heaves but it was still humiliating.

          Leon didn't say anything; he just sat there and rubbed my back till I was done.  When I finally composed myself he handed me a handkerchief and a breath mint. 

"At least you didn't get any on you.  Wouldn't want to let the road kill get a whiff of you before you had a chance to cold clock her."

          I laughed just a little.  "Thanks Lee."

          "I've been meaning to get new floor mats anyway."  Leon winked and brushed the hair out of my face.  "There.  Good as new.  Now go kick some ass."

          I nodded and got out of the car and walked up the driveway with my duffle over my shoulder.  Instead of using the duffle to knock the whore flat on her ass like I wanted to, I ignored them and went straight for the door.

          Dom steps in my way as I reach for the handle.  "Where do you think you're going?  You don't belong here." 

          I look up at him.  My heart is racing and breaking and racing and breaking and its all I can do to hold it together.  "Move or I'll help you move," I sneer at him.  It seems like a ridiculous comment as he's put on a hell of a lot of muscle over the last two years.

          He laughs, not believing I have it in me.  Between the extra weight and the shaved head he looks like a different person from the one I married.  He's acting like one too.

          I drop my bag to my right with a sigh.  I don't bother to look at him as I deliver a  swift kick that sweeps him over to my left.  He falls with a thud.  It's not much, but it's satisfying. 

          I hear a laugh from within the house.  "Told you she'd kick your ass." 

         "Shut the fuck up Vince."  Dom roars, jumping up.  He grabs my left arm hard as I'm about to walk inside.  "That was cute.  You got lucky.  Once.  It ain't gonna happen again."

          I look at his hand and then at him.  "Unless you want to look like a pussy in front of your punta, I suggest you get your hands off me right now." 

          "Let her go Dom."  Mia is behind the screen door looking like she's torn between us.  I almost feel sorry for her. 

          Dom swears and drops my arm.  His bitch quickly steps up next to him and wraps herself around him.  He smirks and kisses her head then takes a swig of his beer.

          I walk past them and roll my eyes.  Leon follows me in.  Mia gives me a quick hug and leads me to the kitchen.  I'm trying hard not to cry but I feel like I've just had my heart ripped out thru my throat.

          "When?"  It's only one word but it was almost impossible to utter.  Leon helps me into a seat and starts giving me a massage.

          "Right after you shipped out.  Mia tried to call you but we couldn't get through."  Far from being as unaffected by this as he originally sounded,  Vince looks green. 

          "Who'da thought he'd get out of hell before I would?"  I laugh at myself.  Everything I've done- these last three years were make pretend. 

          "You're out now babe, that's all that matters."  Leon speaks softly.  I wonder if he knows that loud noises or sudden movements might make me hurl again.    "That her BMW out there Mia?"

          "Unfortunately," Mia sniggers.  "Girl can't drive for shit but it's hers."  She hands me a beer which I press to my forehead and temple. 

          Leon gives me a quick squeeze and a fat kiss on the cheek.  "I'll be right back."  He's laughing as he heads to the back door. 

          "Where you going?" Vince calls out.  When he doesn't get a reply he asks us, "Where's he going?"

          I shrug.  I don't have the energy to explain what I think is happening.  "Where's Jesse?"

          "He moved out.  He's at Adriane's."  Mia sits next to me.  "He goes postal anytime Dom has a – friend around."  She pauses letting a small smile form.  "He actually kicked three of them out of the garage and tried to kick Dom's ass."

          "Good boy."  My head weighs a thousand pounds.  All I want to do is put it down on the table but I can't.  My pride alone keeps it raised high. 

          "It woulda been if Jesse had won."  Vince grabs himself a beer from the fridge and sits down across from me.  "But at least Dom took a hint after that.  This is the first time since Jesse flipped his shit that one's even made it past the mail box." 

          "What, did you tell him I was coming home today?"  From the guilty looks on their faces I realize that was exactly what had happened.  "Typical."

          Leon walks back in.  He's got a huge ass grin on his face. 

          I look at him and instantly know what he did.  "You didn't."

          "Fuck yeah I did.  I figured if the bitch wants your cast offs, I'd donate some more of 'em to her on your behalf."  He grabbed a beer of his own and took the last place at the table.  "Don't go thinking I've gone soft or shit.  You still owe me new floor mats." 

          I laughed despite the fact my life was ruined.  "How long do you think it'll take before she screams?" 

          Leon shrugs.  "Put it in the back seat so God only knows when she finds it."

          Before Mia and Vince can get clued in Dom enters the room.  Bastard never did just walk in like normal people do.  He enters.   

          "Who the fuck are you?" Dom asks looking at Leon.

          "I didn't ask who your guest was Torretto, don't ask who mine is."  I say it all like it's no big thing.  I still want to kill them both.

          "I live here.  You don't."  Dom grabs a fresh beer and pops the top off effortlessly.  I hate that this is so easy for him.  FUCK that.

          "So it's like that?  I'm not here the moment you get out and now I'm out of the house and your life?"  I stand up slowly and notice that the others are slowly edging out of the room.  Smart move.  "You're kicking me out of the house for which I paid the mortgage the last two years while you were in Club Fed?"

          "Cut the crap Leticia."  Dom's voice is deadly calm.  "You had one job.  You were supposed to be here.  That was the one thing I asked you to do-"

          "Fuck you Dom.  One job my ASS!  I had to keep the garage running, the grocery stocked, AND the mortgage paid so that Mia would have a house to sleep in and food on the table.  That's not one job Dominic."

          "We had insurance money to pay for all-"

          "MY ASS we did.  Lawyers cost money Dominic.  Surgeons cost money.  Fucking settlements to fucking cripples cost money."  I kick the chair out from behind me.  It flies across the room, the sound of the metal banging on the tiled floors is like nails on a chalkboard.  "By the time you walked into Lompoc we were 25 THOUSAND dollars nt he hole."

          "How was I supposed to know any of this if you didn't fucking tell me."  Dom is screaming back at me now.  Good.  "I walk in here six fucking weeks ago and you weren't here.  I find out that you haven't really been here like you said you were since pretty much the day I walked out.  You've been lying to me for two years and I fucking trusted you Letty.  I put my little sister's life in your hands and all you managed to do was get her to lie to me too."

          "That's all huh?  So I suppose the fact that I made her stay in school and graduated with honours even though she wanted to drop out and help around the store really didn't have anything to do with me.  She staid in, she made straight As.  Graduated and shit.  She fucking went to her prom in a goddamn limo Dom.  I didn't get to go to prom.  Not only did I make sure she had fucking everything, I made sure she had the best.  She had the best car, the best cell phone out of all of us.  If she needed me and I wasn't here Dom she could call me.  She knew that.  I was never more than three hours away."

          "That's not the fucking POINT!"  Dom threw his beer across the room.  "I trusted you!  You fucking lied to me.  You had Mia and Vince lie to me too.  For TWO YEARS."

          I stare at him shell shocked.  We're both shaking.  I take a deep breath and shake my head.  "I'm sorry you feel that way.  It's obvious you don't want me here.  Tell Mia I'll be at my moms."  Grabbing my duffle I walk out of the kitchen.  "Leon, Let's Go!"  I call over my shoulder as the door slams behind me.

          I wish I could tell you I let Dominic Torretto rot in hell and went on with my life.  Obviously that wasn't what happened.  I made it to my mom's house.  I walked upstairs into my old room.  I staid there for four days.  When I couldn't stop crying after a few hours Leon had my mom call a doctor.  He prescribed a sedative strong enough to kill a horse.  I woke up crying six hours later.  I spent those next days in bed alternating between sobbing and sedation. 

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