Chapter 34 - Woman's Intuition
"It'll be fine. You'll see."
The official started the race. Dom took an early lead but Ricky caught him. Dom got ahead of him again. He was ahead for about two seconds then Ricky caught up to him again. Dom pulled almost a car length of Ricky. Dom's back bumper and Ricky's front were lined up. Ricky smiled. He didn't care if he lived or died as long as Torreto died for what he had done to Ricky's older brother Johnny. He missed Johnny so much and Torreto's friend Jesse, who should be dead too, had lived. It just wasn't fair. Dominic deserved to suffer for what he did to the Tran family. And Ricky was going to make him pay.
He cut his wheel hard to the left, where Dom's car was flying. Ricky's front bumper crashed into Dom's back bumper. It happened in a heartbeat. Ricky knew what was coming and compensated for it. He was able to get his car stopped and all he had was some small damage to his front end. Dom had not seen it coming. The clip of his bumper at 150 had taken him totally by surprise and before he could think to try to get the car under better control he went into a 360 spin, the momentum of which caused his car to flip side over side about 4 times till it came to rest. Thankfully it landed on it's wheels but it was totally wrecked. And Dom wasn't moving. Wasn't trying to get out.
Torrie screamed his name. He seemed so far away from her, about a ΒΌ mile was the real distance She jumped in her car and raced out to where he was. Brian took off after Tran. Vince had tried to get in Torrie's car with her but she took off too fast. None of the rest of the team had brought their cars over so Vince had to run back to the trailer to get his.
Torrie arrived beside the car and couldn't get the door open, the body of the car was too mangled. She thought for a split second. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you with the glass baby." She said to Dom, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. The fire around the engine was getting worse. She stood back a step and kicked out the window. Glass flew all over Dom, one piece made a small cut on his cheek, and the blood trickled down over his jaw. But he still didn't move. She was about to go in after him when some race wars official ran over and pulled Torrie away.
She screamed Dom's name again. No one else planned on helping him, she could tell. She could hear them all talking about clearing everyone away before the tanks blew. She fought the guy who was dragging her away and in her state she got free. She ran back up to the wrecked car. Dom still had not moved. She got his harness undone and screamed at him. "Wake up." Torrie was almost hysterical. Why wasn't anyone helping her? Didn't they know they had to get him out of the car before it blew up? "Dominic Giovanni Torreto, WAKE UP! Dominic, please!" She screamed but he didn't move. She winced then slapped him on the face. He didn't respond. She tried to move him but even with all the adrenaline that was flowing in her blood she couldn't move him.
She felt someone trying to pull her away from him again. "No, leave me alone. If the car's going to blow up and kill him then it's going to kill me too." She screamed.
"Torrie, its Vince. Move and I'll get him out." Vince yelled at her. She moved. Finally the team had arrived. The guys wouldn't let Dom die as long as they were still breathing. Torrie and Mia stood off to the side sobbing on each other's shoulders. Jesse and Leon and Letty just looked on in horror. Leon ran over and helped Vince get Dom out of the car. They half carried half drug the bigger man over to a safe distance just as the cabin of the car was fully engulfed in flames.
They lay Dom down on his back. He still had not come around. Torrie ran up to them and checked him over. "He's breathing but why hasn't he come around yet?" She pulled his head into her lap and her hair hid both their faces from view. She was quietly crying over his still form, the tears running down her cheeks and off her chin onto Dom's face. Mia was on her knees beside Dom on the ground, also crying.
"You big stubborn man, why do you expect me to listen to everything you say and the one thing I tell you that you definitely shouldn't do you have to run off and do it anyway?"
A pair of black eyes squinted up at her, "What are you trying to do, drown me to death since that bastard failed to kill me in a flaming car wreck Torrie? I had to do it because I'm a big stubborn man who doesn't know how to back down from a fight." Dom said in a voice even more gravely and deep then normal. "And now I hurt in muscles I forgot I had."
Torrie and Mia hugged over top of him. "He's awake." They screamed. Dom tried to sit up. "No, you just stay right there like that till a paramedic checks you over." Torrie told him, pulling her hair back out of the way so everyone could see his face.
"I've rolled cars over before you know. And that car had way less safety equipment."
"Yeah and you might have a concussion, though with a skull that thick, I doubt it, but just do as Torrie said." Mia told him.
The paramedics did arrive and checked Dom over. They pronounced that he had a busted rib, he hadn't told the girls about side hurting, and a sprained wrist, hadn't told them about that pain either, and a mild concussion. They taped his ribs and wrist, and told him not to drive for 24 hours and to go to the hospital if he felt dizzy or felt any more pain, or if he his bruising on his ribs got any worse. All in all he got off easy.
Torrie looked at the dispersing crowd with distaste. They hadn't done anything to save Dom, and none of them had planned on helping. They would have watched him burn. What was with people? Then she saw a familiar looking face in the crowd. She ran after the person but she couldn't catch up to them. She would swear that person had been her dad. It was likely the stress of what had happened and the fact that she had gotten way to much sun.
"So is the Mazda a total write off Dom?" She asked him.
"Yeah, pretty much. I hope Brian caught Tran." Dom was bummed about his car. After all that work they had done to it he only got to use it at two events before it was wrecked. But he knew he was damn lucky to get off with the amount of injury he did. He could have ended up dead like his dad. He shuddered. Torrie put her arms around his neck from behind him and pressed her face into his back. She knew how close she had come to losing him in that wreck.
"It'll be fine. You'll see."
The official started the race. Dom took an early lead but Ricky caught him. Dom got ahead of him again. He was ahead for about two seconds then Ricky caught up to him again. Dom pulled almost a car length of Ricky. Dom's back bumper and Ricky's front were lined up. Ricky smiled. He didn't care if he lived or died as long as Torreto died for what he had done to Ricky's older brother Johnny. He missed Johnny so much and Torreto's friend Jesse, who should be dead too, had lived. It just wasn't fair. Dominic deserved to suffer for what he did to the Tran family. And Ricky was going to make him pay.
He cut his wheel hard to the left, where Dom's car was flying. Ricky's front bumper crashed into Dom's back bumper. It happened in a heartbeat. Ricky knew what was coming and compensated for it. He was able to get his car stopped and all he had was some small damage to his front end. Dom had not seen it coming. The clip of his bumper at 150 had taken him totally by surprise and before he could think to try to get the car under better control he went into a 360 spin, the momentum of which caused his car to flip side over side about 4 times till it came to rest. Thankfully it landed on it's wheels but it was totally wrecked. And Dom wasn't moving. Wasn't trying to get out.
Torrie screamed his name. He seemed so far away from her, about a ΒΌ mile was the real distance She jumped in her car and raced out to where he was. Brian took off after Tran. Vince had tried to get in Torrie's car with her but she took off too fast. None of the rest of the team had brought their cars over so Vince had to run back to the trailer to get his.
Torrie arrived beside the car and couldn't get the door open, the body of the car was too mangled. She thought for a split second. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you with the glass baby." She said to Dom, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. The fire around the engine was getting worse. She stood back a step and kicked out the window. Glass flew all over Dom, one piece made a small cut on his cheek, and the blood trickled down over his jaw. But he still didn't move. She was about to go in after him when some race wars official ran over and pulled Torrie away.
She screamed Dom's name again. No one else planned on helping him, she could tell. She could hear them all talking about clearing everyone away before the tanks blew. She fought the guy who was dragging her away and in her state she got free. She ran back up to the wrecked car. Dom still had not moved. She got his harness undone and screamed at him. "Wake up." Torrie was almost hysterical. Why wasn't anyone helping her? Didn't they know they had to get him out of the car before it blew up? "Dominic Giovanni Torreto, WAKE UP! Dominic, please!" She screamed but he didn't move. She winced then slapped him on the face. He didn't respond. She tried to move him but even with all the adrenaline that was flowing in her blood she couldn't move him.
She felt someone trying to pull her away from him again. "No, leave me alone. If the car's going to blow up and kill him then it's going to kill me too." She screamed.
"Torrie, its Vince. Move and I'll get him out." Vince yelled at her. She moved. Finally the team had arrived. The guys wouldn't let Dom die as long as they were still breathing. Torrie and Mia stood off to the side sobbing on each other's shoulders. Jesse and Leon and Letty just looked on in horror. Leon ran over and helped Vince get Dom out of the car. They half carried half drug the bigger man over to a safe distance just as the cabin of the car was fully engulfed in flames.
They lay Dom down on his back. He still had not come around. Torrie ran up to them and checked him over. "He's breathing but why hasn't he come around yet?" She pulled his head into her lap and her hair hid both their faces from view. She was quietly crying over his still form, the tears running down her cheeks and off her chin onto Dom's face. Mia was on her knees beside Dom on the ground, also crying.
"You big stubborn man, why do you expect me to listen to everything you say and the one thing I tell you that you definitely shouldn't do you have to run off and do it anyway?"
A pair of black eyes squinted up at her, "What are you trying to do, drown me to death since that bastard failed to kill me in a flaming car wreck Torrie? I had to do it because I'm a big stubborn man who doesn't know how to back down from a fight." Dom said in a voice even more gravely and deep then normal. "And now I hurt in muscles I forgot I had."
Torrie and Mia hugged over top of him. "He's awake." They screamed. Dom tried to sit up. "No, you just stay right there like that till a paramedic checks you over." Torrie told him, pulling her hair back out of the way so everyone could see his face.
"I've rolled cars over before you know. And that car had way less safety equipment."
"Yeah and you might have a concussion, though with a skull that thick, I doubt it, but just do as Torrie said." Mia told him.
The paramedics did arrive and checked Dom over. They pronounced that he had a busted rib, he hadn't told the girls about side hurting, and a sprained wrist, hadn't told them about that pain either, and a mild concussion. They taped his ribs and wrist, and told him not to drive for 24 hours and to go to the hospital if he felt dizzy or felt any more pain, or if he his bruising on his ribs got any worse. All in all he got off easy.
Torrie looked at the dispersing crowd with distaste. They hadn't done anything to save Dom, and none of them had planned on helping. They would have watched him burn. What was with people? Then she saw a familiar looking face in the crowd. She ran after the person but she couldn't catch up to them. She would swear that person had been her dad. It was likely the stress of what had happened and the fact that she had gotten way to much sun.
"So is the Mazda a total write off Dom?" She asked him.
"Yeah, pretty much. I hope Brian caught Tran." Dom was bummed about his car. After all that work they had done to it he only got to use it at two events before it was wrecked. But he knew he was damn lucky to get off with the amount of injury he did. He could have ended up dead like his dad. He shuddered. Torrie put her arms around his neck from behind him and pressed her face into his back. She knew how close she had come to losing him in that wreck.