Chapter 73 – Saved by the 8
"You awake?" He called into the room and when she failed to answer he pushed the door all the way open.
She was still asleep on her side, facing away from him. She'd kicked the blankets all off her since he'd left and she was holding a pillow like it was a person against her front. She looked sad and small, even in her sleep.
Vince noticed against his will that Dom's shirt had ridden up her body and was now trapped around her around her upper back. She had on a pair of those underwear that girls wore simply to drive men crazy. Her skin looked flawless against the dark brown sheets on Dom's bed.
He'd only come to check on Torrie and since it seemed she was fine he knew he should leave. He wanted to stay mad at her till after they'd spoken. But he was a guy after all and it was a lot of beautiful girl on display in front of him.
He replayed his last thoughts though and realized it was Dom's girl, wearing Dom's shirt, in Dom's bed, holding Dom's pillow. With a muttered oath he left the room, closing the door firmly behind him.
Torrie was fine and he was still mad at her for trying to play him. Even if she didn't know what she'd been doing she should still be ashamed of herself. He almost ran down the stairs and hit the front door, throwing it open.
"Where you going Vince?" Mia called.
"Toretto's." Vince called back and slammed the front door behind him.
Mia watched him tear off down their street, happy. Chris was at Toretto's. She was happy Vince was going to go talk about what had happened the night before.
*~*
Torrie heard Vince pound down the stairs and slam the door. One down, one to go, she thought as she got up again.
She was even more upset after Vince's visit because she'd been able to hear the angry way he'd left the room. She sensed that he had been going to wake her up and talk to her, then he looked at her and got mad and left instead.
It was what she wanted, she hadn't wanted to talk to him, but it still hurt. She didn't know what she'd done. She not only still hadn't spoken to Dom, still had no idea if he was mad at her for believing the worst without speaking to him first, she also had Vince pissed at her, Mia no doubt too.
She got up for the second time and gave the room a minute to stop spinning. It didn't so she ploughed on anyway. She made her way to the dresser in the corner of the room slowly and pulled on a black singlet and a pair of black flair bottom sweats with 'Silvia' on the butt in blue glitter. She grabbed her sketchers from the closet and she was ready to run. Or rather walk as fast as she figured she could and not fall down or throw up from motion sickness.
It was Tuesday so she hoped that Letty would be at the garage. Leon and Jesse might be there too but she was pretty sure she'd heard Vince call that he was going to the store so she knew he wouldn't be there.
She opened the door to her room and she didn't see anyone, but she did hear someone moving around in the kitchen. Knowing instinctively it was Mia and if she walked past the other girl or Mia saw her going to leave they'd have it out about yesterday, Torrie started to think of other ways to leave the house without being seen or needing to speak to anyone.
She snuck into the washroom and brushed out her hair and brushed her teeth. After she washed her face she studied herself in the mirror. While it was the same face staring back at her she didn't like what she saw, didn't like herself much in that moment. She had to talk to Letty before she went out of her mind.
She thanked God that Vince had left her keys on her dresser as she crossed the hall from the bathroom into what was now Letty's room, and had been Mia's room before she'd moved upstairs with Brian. It had a view of the street, and if she crawled out the window she'd end up on the front porch and she could shimmy down the pillar of the porch to the ground. Hopefully no one would know she'd left the house for a while after.
As she threw the window open she noticed that either Mia had just parked behind her car in the drive or Vince had made her. She almost cried when she saw she was blocked in. She looked at the street and realized that Dom's 8 was parked on the street. She looked at the keys in her hand. She had keys to the 8 and it was actually quieter at low speeds then her Silvia.
That decided she crawled out onto the porch. She was about to shimmy down the post when she saw Vince's car come flying down the street. She hit the roof of the porch as fast as she could and made herself as flat as she could. She couldn't get back into the house without Vince seeing her. She just hoped that she was inconspicuous enough in her black clothes that he wouldn't notice her. Plus, he wasn't exactly expecting to see her on the roof of the house.
Just as she'd hoped Vince slammed into the house without seeing her. She could tell he'd been pissed. She gave him a few minutes to be away from the front door and slid to the ground. She dashed to Dom's car and crouched behind it as she worked the key into the lock. She got the door open and started the car up. She pulled slowly and carefully away from the curb and headed off down the street. She hoped it was a while before anyone noticed her gone.
She drove aimlessly around for awhile before turning the car toward the garage.
*~*
"Well, how'd it go?" Mia asked Vince as he walked into the kitchen.
"She's not speaking to me." Vince sighed and sat down.
"Can you blame her?" Mia asked angrily.
"Yes. If she won't let me explain she'll never understand." Vince growled back.
"She'll come around if you stop acting like a moron." Mia retorted as she stirred whatever it was she was cooking on the stove.
"Did Dominic call while I was out?" Vince asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence.
"Nope." Mia answered.
"Did Torrie wake up?"
"Only if she's sulking in her room."
The phone rang and Vince got up to get it, knowing it would be Dom.
"What?" Vince answered the call.
"Hello to you to Vince." Dom answered, not in a good mood.
"Dom. How are you Brotha?" Vince asked on a sigh as he realized that being nasty with Dom wasn't going to help the situation.
"Shitty." Dom answered honestly
"There's a lot of that going around I think." Vince replied.
"What's wrong there? Is she ok?" Dom asked in concern.
Vince didn't need to ask who 'She' was. He knew.
"She's ok, I think. She..." Vince was cut off by Dom.
"What do you mean you think! Where is she?"
"Still asleep. She got really drunk last night. She tried to sneak out of the house and I caught her and told her not to go. She wouldn't take no for an answer so I went to get ready to go with her. She had a huge fight with Chris while I was changing then we went on the most hair raising ride I've ever been on in traffic and Torrie and her girlfriend went and got drunk in some club. Last time I checked she was still asleep." Vince finished.
"Just great. Can you go check again? I really need to talk to her."
"Yeah." Vince answered as he started up the stairs.
"Tor?" He called as he pushed the door to Dom's room open, hoping that she was more covered up then she'd been the last time he'd checked on her. "Shit!" He called out as he saw the empty bed.
"What?" Dom asked in a deceptively calm voice.
"She's gone." Vince answered and started to tear through the upper floor of the house.
"Whatd'ya mean gone?" Dom yelled.
"I mean she's gone." Vince looked out the window. "Her car's still here. She must be around here somewhere."
"Is my car still there?" Dom thought to ask.
"Great!" Vince yelled and Dom knew the answer was no, your car is no longer parked here.
"Find her Vince." Dom ordered from thousands of miles away. "Why didn't you take her keys?"
"I didn't know she had a set for your car. That little witch knew we wanted to speak to her too, she had to know there was a reason why her car was blocked in." Vince started for the door of the house.
"I think someone better tell me just what happened yesterday." Dom growled.
"Later. For now I think the mystery of where Torrie went can be easily solved by finding Letty. So she's likely at D.T."
"Fine, call me later and fill me in. And god help you if Torrie's not ok." Dom was clearly very pissed off.
"I hear you brotha. I'll find her." Vince hung up and left the house. Mia followed him to the door.
"Where you goin?"
"To find Torrie." Vince answered.
"She's upstairs." Mia answered back like Vince was stupid.
"No, she's not. She took the 8 and took off." Vince got in his car and left with a squeal.
"You awake?" He called into the room and when she failed to answer he pushed the door all the way open.
She was still asleep on her side, facing away from him. She'd kicked the blankets all off her since he'd left and she was holding a pillow like it was a person against her front. She looked sad and small, even in her sleep.
Vince noticed against his will that Dom's shirt had ridden up her body and was now trapped around her around her upper back. She had on a pair of those underwear that girls wore simply to drive men crazy. Her skin looked flawless against the dark brown sheets on Dom's bed.
He'd only come to check on Torrie and since it seemed she was fine he knew he should leave. He wanted to stay mad at her till after they'd spoken. But he was a guy after all and it was a lot of beautiful girl on display in front of him.
He replayed his last thoughts though and realized it was Dom's girl, wearing Dom's shirt, in Dom's bed, holding Dom's pillow. With a muttered oath he left the room, closing the door firmly behind him.
Torrie was fine and he was still mad at her for trying to play him. Even if she didn't know what she'd been doing she should still be ashamed of herself. He almost ran down the stairs and hit the front door, throwing it open.
"Where you going Vince?" Mia called.
"Toretto's." Vince called back and slammed the front door behind him.
Mia watched him tear off down their street, happy. Chris was at Toretto's. She was happy Vince was going to go talk about what had happened the night before.
*~*
Torrie heard Vince pound down the stairs and slam the door. One down, one to go, she thought as she got up again.
She was even more upset after Vince's visit because she'd been able to hear the angry way he'd left the room. She sensed that he had been going to wake her up and talk to her, then he looked at her and got mad and left instead.
It was what she wanted, she hadn't wanted to talk to him, but it still hurt. She didn't know what she'd done. She not only still hadn't spoken to Dom, still had no idea if he was mad at her for believing the worst without speaking to him first, she also had Vince pissed at her, Mia no doubt too.
She got up for the second time and gave the room a minute to stop spinning. It didn't so she ploughed on anyway. She made her way to the dresser in the corner of the room slowly and pulled on a black singlet and a pair of black flair bottom sweats with 'Silvia' on the butt in blue glitter. She grabbed her sketchers from the closet and she was ready to run. Or rather walk as fast as she figured she could and not fall down or throw up from motion sickness.
It was Tuesday so she hoped that Letty would be at the garage. Leon and Jesse might be there too but she was pretty sure she'd heard Vince call that he was going to the store so she knew he wouldn't be there.
She opened the door to her room and she didn't see anyone, but she did hear someone moving around in the kitchen. Knowing instinctively it was Mia and if she walked past the other girl or Mia saw her going to leave they'd have it out about yesterday, Torrie started to think of other ways to leave the house without being seen or needing to speak to anyone.
She snuck into the washroom and brushed out her hair and brushed her teeth. After she washed her face she studied herself in the mirror. While it was the same face staring back at her she didn't like what she saw, didn't like herself much in that moment. She had to talk to Letty before she went out of her mind.
She thanked God that Vince had left her keys on her dresser as she crossed the hall from the bathroom into what was now Letty's room, and had been Mia's room before she'd moved upstairs with Brian. It had a view of the street, and if she crawled out the window she'd end up on the front porch and she could shimmy down the pillar of the porch to the ground. Hopefully no one would know she'd left the house for a while after.
As she threw the window open she noticed that either Mia had just parked behind her car in the drive or Vince had made her. She almost cried when she saw she was blocked in. She looked at the street and realized that Dom's 8 was parked on the street. She looked at the keys in her hand. She had keys to the 8 and it was actually quieter at low speeds then her Silvia.
That decided she crawled out onto the porch. She was about to shimmy down the post when she saw Vince's car come flying down the street. She hit the roof of the porch as fast as she could and made herself as flat as she could. She couldn't get back into the house without Vince seeing her. She just hoped that she was inconspicuous enough in her black clothes that he wouldn't notice her. Plus, he wasn't exactly expecting to see her on the roof of the house.
Just as she'd hoped Vince slammed into the house without seeing her. She could tell he'd been pissed. She gave him a few minutes to be away from the front door and slid to the ground. She dashed to Dom's car and crouched behind it as she worked the key into the lock. She got the door open and started the car up. She pulled slowly and carefully away from the curb and headed off down the street. She hoped it was a while before anyone noticed her gone.
She drove aimlessly around for awhile before turning the car toward the garage.
*~*
"Well, how'd it go?" Mia asked Vince as he walked into the kitchen.
"She's not speaking to me." Vince sighed and sat down.
"Can you blame her?" Mia asked angrily.
"Yes. If she won't let me explain she'll never understand." Vince growled back.
"She'll come around if you stop acting like a moron." Mia retorted as she stirred whatever it was she was cooking on the stove.
"Did Dominic call while I was out?" Vince asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence.
"Nope." Mia answered.
"Did Torrie wake up?"
"Only if she's sulking in her room."
The phone rang and Vince got up to get it, knowing it would be Dom.
"What?" Vince answered the call.
"Hello to you to Vince." Dom answered, not in a good mood.
"Dom. How are you Brotha?" Vince asked on a sigh as he realized that being nasty with Dom wasn't going to help the situation.
"Shitty." Dom answered honestly
"There's a lot of that going around I think." Vince replied.
"What's wrong there? Is she ok?" Dom asked in concern.
Vince didn't need to ask who 'She' was. He knew.
"She's ok, I think. She..." Vince was cut off by Dom.
"What do you mean you think! Where is she?"
"Still asleep. She got really drunk last night. She tried to sneak out of the house and I caught her and told her not to go. She wouldn't take no for an answer so I went to get ready to go with her. She had a huge fight with Chris while I was changing then we went on the most hair raising ride I've ever been on in traffic and Torrie and her girlfriend went and got drunk in some club. Last time I checked she was still asleep." Vince finished.
"Just great. Can you go check again? I really need to talk to her."
"Yeah." Vince answered as he started up the stairs.
"Tor?" He called as he pushed the door to Dom's room open, hoping that she was more covered up then she'd been the last time he'd checked on her. "Shit!" He called out as he saw the empty bed.
"What?" Dom asked in a deceptively calm voice.
"She's gone." Vince answered and started to tear through the upper floor of the house.
"Whatd'ya mean gone?" Dom yelled.
"I mean she's gone." Vince looked out the window. "Her car's still here. She must be around here somewhere."
"Is my car still there?" Dom thought to ask.
"Great!" Vince yelled and Dom knew the answer was no, your car is no longer parked here.
"Find her Vince." Dom ordered from thousands of miles away. "Why didn't you take her keys?"
"I didn't know she had a set for your car. That little witch knew we wanted to speak to her too, she had to know there was a reason why her car was blocked in." Vince started for the door of the house.
"I think someone better tell me just what happened yesterday." Dom growled.
"Later. For now I think the mystery of where Torrie went can be easily solved by finding Letty. So she's likely at D.T."
"Fine, call me later and fill me in. And god help you if Torrie's not ok." Dom was clearly very pissed off.
"I hear you brotha. I'll find her." Vince hung up and left the house. Mia followed him to the door.
"Where you goin?"
"To find Torrie." Vince answered.
"She's upstairs." Mia answered back like Vince was stupid.
"No, she's not. She took the 8 and took off." Vince got in his car and left with a squeal.