Chapter 54 - sick of being babied
AN: sorry for the short chapter. I had updates of everything else ready, and this was all I had time to write and I got impatient waiting to update, I have this neurosis where I have to update all my stories or none. Strange, I know. Anyway, so this chapter is short and kind of sucks. Sorry in advance, I'm going to work on the next chapter soon, it'll be better.
Torrie woke up some time after Dom and Vince had left the house and sat up in bed. She stretched and found she wasn't as sore and tired as she'd been when she went to sleep. Maybe she was getting better even faster then Mia had thought she would. She wanted to shower and she had to use the bathroom.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and waited a second, testing for dizziness. She didn't want to stand up then fall down. She still felt fine. She stood up and she still felt ok. She made her way slowly to the bathroom and she didn't really feel like she was over doing anything. She took her shower and managed to wash her hair and get her pyjamas back on after she got out. That accomplished, she was tired, but not tired enough to go to bed. She figured she'd go downstairs and watch some TV. She headed back into her room, dressed in Joe Boxer pants and a tank top.
Then she saw the note on Dom's pillow. She picked it up and read both the notes from her Dad and from Dom. She realized that she had hours to kill before she could expect any company and instead of being upset she was surprised to find herself thrilled. She hadn't had the house to herself in so long she almost didn't know what to do with herself. She knew she'd have to decide what to do about her Dad soon, it wasn't fair to make him wait, leave him worrying too long. After all, she did believe him when he said he hadn't known that he'd been declared dead, so he hadn't meant to make her worry.
She pretty much believed his whole story. She felt he was holding something back, but she hadn't felt like he was lying to her. He really wasn't overly thrilled with Dom. She'd picked up on that loud and clear. Of course, she'd known, even when she thought he was dead, that if he was around, he wouldn't have been impressed. But she was an adult and her dad was just going to have to live with the knowledge that she had a boyfriend and he didn't have to like it.
She wanted to know if he was going to take over running the store again. She didn't know how the law worked, but the store was hers in name now. But she didn't know if it would stay that way now that her dad was back. Once he was declared not dead, she didn't know the legal terms for that, she didn't know if he would get back everything that had become hers and other peoples on his death or not. She decided not to worry about any of it till tomorrow at the earliest and figured she'd go downstairs for awhile. She left the room and headed down the stairs with a fuzzy blanket.
She curled up in the corner of the couch with the remote and turned the TV on to Judge Judy. She loved watching the people on these shows make themselves look silly. She figured she'd never gotten to the point in her life where going on a show where you knew someone was going to do their level best to make you look silly, even if you had a real issue, looked good to her, and that was a good thing.
She watched TV for what turned out to be hours, but she didn't know just how much time had gone by till Mia walked in the front door. Torrie checked the time and was shocked at how many hours she'd wasted doing nothing. They didn't call TV the idiot box for nothing. Torrie looked up at Mia guiltily. She knew Mia would be upset she was out of bed. She wasn't disappointed.
"I thought I told you, you needed a week of bed rest." Mia started.
"I felt good enough to come watch TV. I wasn't sleepy anymore and I couldn't just sit in my room. I think I'm getting better."
"You could have read."
"Yeah, I could have, if I had anything to read. But I don't. So I came down to watch TV. I didn't go on a hike Mi, I went down a flight of stairs."
"I guess. You'd be smart to go back to your room before Dom comes home."
"Too late." Dom interjected from the door. "What are you doing down here?"
"Do I haveta make a sign?" Torrie asked sarcastically. "I wanted to watch TV." She ended on a sigh.
"You were supposed to stay in bed." Dom told her.
"So Mia says. Well, I got bored. I couldn't sleep anymore. I'm not a baby you know. I can decide if I can walk down a flight of stairs. I'm that competent at least." Torrie was getting pissed. She let the team baby her a lot, but it was starting to get on her last nerve. She blamed herself, but at the moment, it just pissed her off and she was going to take it out on the next person who told her what to do.
"You should go back to bed now, I'll bring you dinner whenever it's ready." Dom told her.
"No, I think I'll stay down here." Torrie snapped out.
"No, I think you'll go back to bed where you belong." Dom growled and started for her.
"I said I'm staying down here." Torrie retorted and saw what Dom was planning. "And if you pick me up to carry me anywhere, it'll be the last thing you live to regret Dominic Toretto."
"Then just go to bed and don't make this a big fight Torrie." Dom sighed.
"Just take my word for the fact that I feel good enough to be up and you don't make it into a big fight Dom." The team left the room, knowing that the two were likely to have an argument over if Torrie stayed or went back to bed.
AN: sorry for the short chapter. I had updates of everything else ready, and this was all I had time to write and I got impatient waiting to update, I have this neurosis where I have to update all my stories or none. Strange, I know. Anyway, so this chapter is short and kind of sucks. Sorry in advance, I'm going to work on the next chapter soon, it'll be better.
Torrie woke up some time after Dom and Vince had left the house and sat up in bed. She stretched and found she wasn't as sore and tired as she'd been when she went to sleep. Maybe she was getting better even faster then Mia had thought she would. She wanted to shower and she had to use the bathroom.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and waited a second, testing for dizziness. She didn't want to stand up then fall down. She still felt fine. She stood up and she still felt ok. She made her way slowly to the bathroom and she didn't really feel like she was over doing anything. She took her shower and managed to wash her hair and get her pyjamas back on after she got out. That accomplished, she was tired, but not tired enough to go to bed. She figured she'd go downstairs and watch some TV. She headed back into her room, dressed in Joe Boxer pants and a tank top.
Then she saw the note on Dom's pillow. She picked it up and read both the notes from her Dad and from Dom. She realized that she had hours to kill before she could expect any company and instead of being upset she was surprised to find herself thrilled. She hadn't had the house to herself in so long she almost didn't know what to do with herself. She knew she'd have to decide what to do about her Dad soon, it wasn't fair to make him wait, leave him worrying too long. After all, she did believe him when he said he hadn't known that he'd been declared dead, so he hadn't meant to make her worry.
She pretty much believed his whole story. She felt he was holding something back, but she hadn't felt like he was lying to her. He really wasn't overly thrilled with Dom. She'd picked up on that loud and clear. Of course, she'd known, even when she thought he was dead, that if he was around, he wouldn't have been impressed. But she was an adult and her dad was just going to have to live with the knowledge that she had a boyfriend and he didn't have to like it.
She wanted to know if he was going to take over running the store again. She didn't know how the law worked, but the store was hers in name now. But she didn't know if it would stay that way now that her dad was back. Once he was declared not dead, she didn't know the legal terms for that, she didn't know if he would get back everything that had become hers and other peoples on his death or not. She decided not to worry about any of it till tomorrow at the earliest and figured she'd go downstairs for awhile. She left the room and headed down the stairs with a fuzzy blanket.
She curled up in the corner of the couch with the remote and turned the TV on to Judge Judy. She loved watching the people on these shows make themselves look silly. She figured she'd never gotten to the point in her life where going on a show where you knew someone was going to do their level best to make you look silly, even if you had a real issue, looked good to her, and that was a good thing.
She watched TV for what turned out to be hours, but she didn't know just how much time had gone by till Mia walked in the front door. Torrie checked the time and was shocked at how many hours she'd wasted doing nothing. They didn't call TV the idiot box for nothing. Torrie looked up at Mia guiltily. She knew Mia would be upset she was out of bed. She wasn't disappointed.
"I thought I told you, you needed a week of bed rest." Mia started.
"I felt good enough to come watch TV. I wasn't sleepy anymore and I couldn't just sit in my room. I think I'm getting better."
"You could have read."
"Yeah, I could have, if I had anything to read. But I don't. So I came down to watch TV. I didn't go on a hike Mi, I went down a flight of stairs."
"I guess. You'd be smart to go back to your room before Dom comes home."
"Too late." Dom interjected from the door. "What are you doing down here?"
"Do I haveta make a sign?" Torrie asked sarcastically. "I wanted to watch TV." She ended on a sigh.
"You were supposed to stay in bed." Dom told her.
"So Mia says. Well, I got bored. I couldn't sleep anymore. I'm not a baby you know. I can decide if I can walk down a flight of stairs. I'm that competent at least." Torrie was getting pissed. She let the team baby her a lot, but it was starting to get on her last nerve. She blamed herself, but at the moment, it just pissed her off and she was going to take it out on the next person who told her what to do.
"You should go back to bed now, I'll bring you dinner whenever it's ready." Dom told her.
"No, I think I'll stay down here." Torrie snapped out.
"No, I think you'll go back to bed where you belong." Dom growled and started for her.
"I said I'm staying down here." Torrie retorted and saw what Dom was planning. "And if you pick me up to carry me anywhere, it'll be the last thing you live to regret Dominic Toretto."
"Then just go to bed and don't make this a big fight Torrie." Dom sighed.
"Just take my word for the fact that I feel good enough to be up and you don't make it into a big fight Dom." The team left the room, knowing that the two were likely to have an argument over if Torrie stayed or went back to bed.