Hello people who have read the story this far. I am looking at the reviews.
I have like 4 good ones 1 tepid on and 1 not good one. First someone
explain Mary Sue to me before I lose my ever loving mind. ;)
I am not big into the fan fiction culture. I have read every fan fic about
the fast and the furious I could get my hands on and I don't see how mine
is all that a like others I have read. After seeing too many people get
accused of stealing someone's idea I was pretty careful to be original. To
LJ, thanks for taking the time to leave notes. Um I'm a dudette not a dude
though ;) Torrie is neither perfect nor unrealistic. She is me in a lot of
ways. I drive her car, wear her clothes, think like she thinks, listen to
the same music. And most girls at race meets do have the guys drooling
right away cause most girls are just there to be the submissive eyecandy.
That is the sad fact of reality in the culture of racing. Most of my
favourite stories are those with original characters. To me there are only
so many times you can explain how two people met. With a character that is
new there are so many new possibilities. But I guess we can agree to
disagree. I wish someone would tell me if the story is easy to read and
makes sense. Not to be bitchy but Myself you should really take time to
learn to spell or spell check your reviews. You know about how seriously I
am going to take a review that looks like a slow 10 year old wrote it ;)
Anyway here is chapter 5, we'll see what happens. But in case anyone else
is wondering no she does not have an eating disorder. When she is stressed
she doesn't eat and that screws her up some. Thanks to everyone who
reviewed seriously!
Chapter 5 The House.
It seemed like no time at all till Dom was gently shaking her awake. He was crouched down beside her in the open passenger side door. "Hey sleepy head. I did not think you would actually fall that deeply asleep in the car like that but we're home. I stopped and got us some supper on the way and I want you to eat something before you go to bed. Mia already has your bed made up and after you eat you can go to bed if you want. It might be loud though cause there is always a party here after race night.
Torrie blinked at him. He could tell she was still half asleep. She started to get up. She was still kind of shaky. She had trouble getting the unfamiliar harness of the RX-7 open. Dom undid it for her and she tried again to get up. She was not doing great. Dom said forget it to himself and scooped her up into his arms. "You look to shaky to walk, I'll carry you."
"No I am too heavy. Put me down Dom. I can walk and what will people think if you carry me into the house. I was just still half asleep. I am fine now, really. Dominic Torreto put me down!" Despite all her protests he carried her up to the house and opened the door while she clung to his neck.
"You might weigh 120 soaking wet; you are far from too heavy for me. I'll set you down in the house." Dom set her down on the sofa. Everyone was looking at them, wondering what was up with her. He ran back out to the car to get the pizza he had bought for everyone's supper. While he was gone Torrie looked around at the room full of people. Vince came and sat down beside her.
"Hey, Torrie right?" He asked her. He felt kind of bad for her even though he had told himself she was likely a scammer looking to keep her car and pick up Dom. She looked so young. To young for any of them really. Vince thought she looked very sad and alone. He wondered how old she really was. She looked like a teenager. Sitting there with her legs tucked under her and her shoulders hunched over like she was trying to be small and inconspicuous. He sat down on the couch next to her. She smiled a timid little smile at him and said "That's right, and you're Vince right?"
"That's right. So what's wrong with you? Are you sick or something?" He obviously thought so since Dom had to carry her in. It occurred to him just then where he had seen her before. She was Harry's daughter. He had seen old Harry rush her out to the back of the store on more then one occasion when he saw them coming. "Hey you're the little dark haired kid from The Racers Edge! You're not as short anymore but you're still not much more then scrawny."
"Yes I am the dark haired kid from the Racer's Edge but I am not a kid any more. I wondered if any of you would recognize me. Dom didn't. But nope, I'm not sick, just weak. I have not been eating too much lately and I fainted on Dom so he would not let me walk to the house. I could have but I have learned quickly that you just may as well let Dom do what Dom thinks is best. I will be fine after a good nights sleep and something to eat. Dom said he brought food home so I will be fine when I eat something. It is nice to meet you Vince. Do you work for Dom too or just race for him?"
"I work for him in the garage sometimes and sometimes I do my own thing. Depends on the day really, but I will be around. And you are right about letting him have his own way. Your life will go much easier. So you built that Nissan did you?"
"With my dad but he's been dead for about 5 months now. I have been working on it on my own since then. I enjoy cars. I always have. It sounds good to have a job working on cars."
"Well Dom is a tough guy but he is a big marshmallow under the exterior. He will give you a hard time but just go with the flow." Vince chuckled. "So how old are you Torrie?"
"Sure Vince, all bark right. Ya, that's how he seems all right. And I am 22." Vince could hear the sarcasm.
"No really, he will ride you hard. He's like that. But we all love him anyway. And he does it for our own good in his mind. We all disagree but we just go with the flow because as you have noticed it is easier. You are quite the talented racer. No one comes that close to Dom on their first ever run unless they have skill and guts. So what made you...." Vince trailed off as Dom came back into the room and stared at him. "Well we'll get to know each other better over the next little while Kay?" Vince got up, he was having a very hard time believing she was 22. He would not have thought she was that old.
"Sure Vince, nice to talk to you. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other over the next while." Torrie did not know if she was imagining things or if Vince did not want Dom to see them talking.
Dom walked over and set the stack of pizzas down on the coffee table. "Hey guys, food's here. Come and get it. Hey Torrie what do you like on it? I got cheese, meats and the works here."
"Works please." She watched as he put two pieces on a plate and gave it to her. She curled up on the end of the sofa with her legs under her and watched everyone eat as she ate hers. They were such a close group. Obviously all of the people here now did not live here but they were all close. It was that kind of business they were in she guessed. She was kind of sad that she did not really belong here. Everyone knew each other but no one knew her and she did not know anyone else. Well she knew Dom and sort of Vince but not enough to consider herself close to them. Dom seemed to sense her withdrawing inward. He leaned over and asked her if she was tired.
"Not really, just thinking about all that happened today. It is a lot to think about you know?" She had sad eyes. Dom decided it was time for her to go to bed tired or not. She was done eating and it was after 12am anyway. He was worried she would break down and cry or something in front of a houseful of guests. Now how to tell her it was time for her to say goodnight without setting her off at him again for acting like her father. Which he was not trying to do. He decided all he could do was go ahead and ask her if she wanted to go to bed.
"Hey girl maybe I should show you to your room. I don't want you to over tire yourself. I want to be able to show you around the neighbourhood tomorrow to so you need a good nights sleep. Do you want the grand tour of the house now so you will know where your room is?"
"Sure Dom that would be good. I can unpack and go to bed."
They said goodnight to everyone and Dom pointed out the kitchen and dining room and the basement stairs on the way to the upstairs landing. He pointed out his room and the stairs to the attic then the bathroom. He opened up the door that was just beside his.
"And this is your room." Dom preceded her into the room. It had a double bed and a dresser with a mirror and a tall dresser. The closet was open and it was a fair size. It was in fact a fair sized room. It would be big enough to hold all her furniture from her old room. She was glad about that as she was rather attached to it.
"Hey this is a great room Dom. It is much larger then I thought. You said we can get my own furniture later in the week and move it in right?"
"Sure. Mia and Brian have a spare room in the attic space with no furniture so we will just put this stuff up there and they can have a spare bedroom for when people stay over. It's no big deal. I can understand why you want your own furniture. We can start to move the things you want to keep over to the house tomorrow if you want. Do you know someone you can borrow a truck from?"
"Ya, the store owns a truck and since it is in my name there is nothing they can say if I use it for the afternoon. I would like to get all the stuff I want to keep out of the house so I can put it on the market before I loose my nerve. I wonder how much it would cost a month to put all the stuff in storage. I don't like the thoughts of selling the furniture. I should get enough for the house to pay the bills off so I don't really need to sell the contents. I guess I could use it to pay down the mortgage on the store. Oh well we can worry about that tomorrow. Goodnight Dom."
"Ya goodnight Torrie. I'll wake you at 9am ok?" She nodded and Dom closed the door. She sat down on the bed. It was comfortable. She got up and changed into her night cloths. She wore shorts and a tank top to bed. It was what she always wore. She unpacked all her clothes. She then padded down the hall to the washroom. She had brought her toothbrush and towels with her cause no way was she going to bed without a shower. They had one of those clear plastic shower curtains with fish on it. She decided at last minute to take a bath. She was too tired to stand up almost and they had another bathroom downstairs so it was not like anyone would go without. She filled up the tub and got in. She lay back and was dozing after washing her hair.
Dom went downstairs and gave the team the signal to start clearing people out of the house. That took about 10 minutes. Then he gathered the team together and got Jesse to get the computer.
"I want to know if her story checks out Jesse so let's see what you can find out about her."
"Ok Dom, what did you say her full name was?"
"Torrie MacManus, when I snuck around her house I found out her full first name is Victoria. Her mom's name was Isabella and her dad's name was Harry as most of us know now. She was born on Feb 14th 1980.
Jesse did his thing with the computer and found the info. Dom sent everyone but Brian away telling them he would let them know if he found anything he thought they all needed to know but for now he wanted to preserve as much of her privacy as he could but as the team leader he felt he should know all there was to know.
He and Brian poured over the records that Jesse had found and learned that her mom was killed in a car wreck that had been covered up. They could not find out the details just that there had been an accident and she had not lived. Her dad had killed himself not long after. He had driven his car off a cliff and the car burned up. They didn't even really find enough of him to bury. His grave was empty. Torrie, sweet innocent little thing, had also been convicted for stealing cars at 16. She had done community service for that act, most kids would have done time in jeuvie for that but her dad must have gotten her out of it. Her story checked out and Dom could not blame her for not bringing up the record. It was sealed now so it was not like she had to tell people. She had never been in trouble again from what Brian could figure out. She did have other family however so Dom wondered why she had never gone to them for help. Oh well that was all they were going to find out.
Dom figured that the omissions she had made could be forgiven since she did not really know them and stealing a few cars when you ran with a bad crowd at the time did not make you a bad person. Hell, Dom had beaten a guy more then half way to death and done jail time. If anyone understood doing things that seemed to be right at the moment it was Dom. He wondered why the accident that killed her mother seemed like such a big secret.
Chapter 5 The House.
It seemed like no time at all till Dom was gently shaking her awake. He was crouched down beside her in the open passenger side door. "Hey sleepy head. I did not think you would actually fall that deeply asleep in the car like that but we're home. I stopped and got us some supper on the way and I want you to eat something before you go to bed. Mia already has your bed made up and after you eat you can go to bed if you want. It might be loud though cause there is always a party here after race night.
Torrie blinked at him. He could tell she was still half asleep. She started to get up. She was still kind of shaky. She had trouble getting the unfamiliar harness of the RX-7 open. Dom undid it for her and she tried again to get up. She was not doing great. Dom said forget it to himself and scooped her up into his arms. "You look to shaky to walk, I'll carry you."
"No I am too heavy. Put me down Dom. I can walk and what will people think if you carry me into the house. I was just still half asleep. I am fine now, really. Dominic Torreto put me down!" Despite all her protests he carried her up to the house and opened the door while she clung to his neck.
"You might weigh 120 soaking wet; you are far from too heavy for me. I'll set you down in the house." Dom set her down on the sofa. Everyone was looking at them, wondering what was up with her. He ran back out to the car to get the pizza he had bought for everyone's supper. While he was gone Torrie looked around at the room full of people. Vince came and sat down beside her.
"Hey, Torrie right?" He asked her. He felt kind of bad for her even though he had told himself she was likely a scammer looking to keep her car and pick up Dom. She looked so young. To young for any of them really. Vince thought she looked very sad and alone. He wondered how old she really was. She looked like a teenager. Sitting there with her legs tucked under her and her shoulders hunched over like she was trying to be small and inconspicuous. He sat down on the couch next to her. She smiled a timid little smile at him and said "That's right, and you're Vince right?"
"That's right. So what's wrong with you? Are you sick or something?" He obviously thought so since Dom had to carry her in. It occurred to him just then where he had seen her before. She was Harry's daughter. He had seen old Harry rush her out to the back of the store on more then one occasion when he saw them coming. "Hey you're the little dark haired kid from The Racers Edge! You're not as short anymore but you're still not much more then scrawny."
"Yes I am the dark haired kid from the Racer's Edge but I am not a kid any more. I wondered if any of you would recognize me. Dom didn't. But nope, I'm not sick, just weak. I have not been eating too much lately and I fainted on Dom so he would not let me walk to the house. I could have but I have learned quickly that you just may as well let Dom do what Dom thinks is best. I will be fine after a good nights sleep and something to eat. Dom said he brought food home so I will be fine when I eat something. It is nice to meet you Vince. Do you work for Dom too or just race for him?"
"I work for him in the garage sometimes and sometimes I do my own thing. Depends on the day really, but I will be around. And you are right about letting him have his own way. Your life will go much easier. So you built that Nissan did you?"
"With my dad but he's been dead for about 5 months now. I have been working on it on my own since then. I enjoy cars. I always have. It sounds good to have a job working on cars."
"Well Dom is a tough guy but he is a big marshmallow under the exterior. He will give you a hard time but just go with the flow." Vince chuckled. "So how old are you Torrie?"
"Sure Vince, all bark right. Ya, that's how he seems all right. And I am 22." Vince could hear the sarcasm.
"No really, he will ride you hard. He's like that. But we all love him anyway. And he does it for our own good in his mind. We all disagree but we just go with the flow because as you have noticed it is easier. You are quite the talented racer. No one comes that close to Dom on their first ever run unless they have skill and guts. So what made you...." Vince trailed off as Dom came back into the room and stared at him. "Well we'll get to know each other better over the next little while Kay?" Vince got up, he was having a very hard time believing she was 22. He would not have thought she was that old.
"Sure Vince, nice to talk to you. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other over the next while." Torrie did not know if she was imagining things or if Vince did not want Dom to see them talking.
Dom walked over and set the stack of pizzas down on the coffee table. "Hey guys, food's here. Come and get it. Hey Torrie what do you like on it? I got cheese, meats and the works here."
"Works please." She watched as he put two pieces on a plate and gave it to her. She curled up on the end of the sofa with her legs under her and watched everyone eat as she ate hers. They were such a close group. Obviously all of the people here now did not live here but they were all close. It was that kind of business they were in she guessed. She was kind of sad that she did not really belong here. Everyone knew each other but no one knew her and she did not know anyone else. Well she knew Dom and sort of Vince but not enough to consider herself close to them. Dom seemed to sense her withdrawing inward. He leaned over and asked her if she was tired.
"Not really, just thinking about all that happened today. It is a lot to think about you know?" She had sad eyes. Dom decided it was time for her to go to bed tired or not. She was done eating and it was after 12am anyway. He was worried she would break down and cry or something in front of a houseful of guests. Now how to tell her it was time for her to say goodnight without setting her off at him again for acting like her father. Which he was not trying to do. He decided all he could do was go ahead and ask her if she wanted to go to bed.
"Hey girl maybe I should show you to your room. I don't want you to over tire yourself. I want to be able to show you around the neighbourhood tomorrow to so you need a good nights sleep. Do you want the grand tour of the house now so you will know where your room is?"
"Sure Dom that would be good. I can unpack and go to bed."
They said goodnight to everyone and Dom pointed out the kitchen and dining room and the basement stairs on the way to the upstairs landing. He pointed out his room and the stairs to the attic then the bathroom. He opened up the door that was just beside his.
"And this is your room." Dom preceded her into the room. It had a double bed and a dresser with a mirror and a tall dresser. The closet was open and it was a fair size. It was in fact a fair sized room. It would be big enough to hold all her furniture from her old room. She was glad about that as she was rather attached to it.
"Hey this is a great room Dom. It is much larger then I thought. You said we can get my own furniture later in the week and move it in right?"
"Sure. Mia and Brian have a spare room in the attic space with no furniture so we will just put this stuff up there and they can have a spare bedroom for when people stay over. It's no big deal. I can understand why you want your own furniture. We can start to move the things you want to keep over to the house tomorrow if you want. Do you know someone you can borrow a truck from?"
"Ya, the store owns a truck and since it is in my name there is nothing they can say if I use it for the afternoon. I would like to get all the stuff I want to keep out of the house so I can put it on the market before I loose my nerve. I wonder how much it would cost a month to put all the stuff in storage. I don't like the thoughts of selling the furniture. I should get enough for the house to pay the bills off so I don't really need to sell the contents. I guess I could use it to pay down the mortgage on the store. Oh well we can worry about that tomorrow. Goodnight Dom."
"Ya goodnight Torrie. I'll wake you at 9am ok?" She nodded and Dom closed the door. She sat down on the bed. It was comfortable. She got up and changed into her night cloths. She wore shorts and a tank top to bed. It was what she always wore. She unpacked all her clothes. She then padded down the hall to the washroom. She had brought her toothbrush and towels with her cause no way was she going to bed without a shower. They had one of those clear plastic shower curtains with fish on it. She decided at last minute to take a bath. She was too tired to stand up almost and they had another bathroom downstairs so it was not like anyone would go without. She filled up the tub and got in. She lay back and was dozing after washing her hair.
Dom went downstairs and gave the team the signal to start clearing people out of the house. That took about 10 minutes. Then he gathered the team together and got Jesse to get the computer.
"I want to know if her story checks out Jesse so let's see what you can find out about her."
"Ok Dom, what did you say her full name was?"
"Torrie MacManus, when I snuck around her house I found out her full first name is Victoria. Her mom's name was Isabella and her dad's name was Harry as most of us know now. She was born on Feb 14th 1980.
Jesse did his thing with the computer and found the info. Dom sent everyone but Brian away telling them he would let them know if he found anything he thought they all needed to know but for now he wanted to preserve as much of her privacy as he could but as the team leader he felt he should know all there was to know.
He and Brian poured over the records that Jesse had found and learned that her mom was killed in a car wreck that had been covered up. They could not find out the details just that there had been an accident and she had not lived. Her dad had killed himself not long after. He had driven his car off a cliff and the car burned up. They didn't even really find enough of him to bury. His grave was empty. Torrie, sweet innocent little thing, had also been convicted for stealing cars at 16. She had done community service for that act, most kids would have done time in jeuvie for that but her dad must have gotten her out of it. Her story checked out and Dom could not blame her for not bringing up the record. It was sealed now so it was not like she had to tell people. She had never been in trouble again from what Brian could figure out. She did have other family however so Dom wondered why she had never gone to them for help. Oh well that was all they were going to find out.
Dom figured that the omissions she had made could be forgiven since she did not really know them and stealing a few cars when you ran with a bad crowd at the time did not make you a bad person. Hell, Dom had beaten a guy more then half way to death and done jail time. If anyone understood doing things that seemed to be right at the moment it was Dom. He wondered why the accident that killed her mother seemed like such a big secret.