He was in the stands, cheering on his dad. His little sister beside him. They were exited, and every one was ready to watch the race. The light turned green, and they took off down the track. That's when things took a turn for the worst. The black Honda RX-7 that his dad was driving got clipped from behind, and he hit a retaining wall. The car exploded, and Dominic Toretto watched his father die.

"Dom!"

He felt a pair of arms go around his waist.

"Mia, calm down, we gotta get to dad!" He yelled, and the teenagers jumped over the wall and onto the track, running towards the fiery car.

"DAD!" Dom yelled, fighting against the paramedics and firemen holding him back from the car.

"Daddy! Daddy, please be ok, please Daddy, I'm begging you!" he heard Mia shout.

"I'm sorry kids, he's dead." A cop told the teenagers. "He died on impact."

"No, he's not Dead. He can't be Dead. No, Dad. DAD!!!!"

"Dad? Daddy? DADDY!" 7 year old Danielle Toretto shouted at her father. It was the third time this week she had to wake him up. He was really starting to scare her.

"Wha- What? I'm up, I'm up." Dom woke up, and looked at his Daughter. She looked scared to death. "What's wrong, baby girl? It's 4:30 am." he said, rubbing his eyes.

"You were screaming in your sleep again." She whispered, looking down at her shoes "It woke me up."

"I'm sorry baby. Did I wake your brother too?" He pulled his little girl into his arms, carrying her back into her room.

"No, Michael is fine, he sleeps through anything."

"Go back to sleep, I'll see you in the morning."

"Night papi, te amo." She said, kissing his cheek

"I love you too baby girl."

Dom walked out of the room an down into the Kitchen. He grabbed a Corona out of the refrigerator, and sat out on the porch. He loved it when it was dead quiet like this; before anyone woke up, and it was still dark out side. He sat and thought about the nightmare he'd been having. Him and Mia in the stands watching the race, The fire, The screaming, the last words he always heard before he woke up: I'm sorry kids, he's dead.

Dead. That's what his father was. The was 16 years old, and his father was dead. It's been a long time since then, but some times, especially right around the end of May, he had nightmares about it. It was the first time in about three years that he'd actually screamed about it in his sleep. He knew he was scaring his kids. Especially his baby girl, Danielle. She was only 7 years old, but somehow, she always seemed to know when something was bothering him.

It was times like this when he missed Letty. She ran off three days after Danielle turned two. He knew he didn't need her, hell, the team helped him raise Michael and Danielle, but sometimes, he missed having someone to be with him at night. He hadn't been with a woman since Letty, mainly because he didn't want the kids to worry about who the lady in daddy's bed was. Michael, who was 10, was already asking where his mother was. He knew he didn't need Letty. Fuck her, she walked out on her kids, and he didn't need her...even if she took a piece of his heart with her.

Hey hey people. I'm angel40689, and I am usually a WWE writer. But this is my first TFATF fanfic, so be nice to me if you don't like the story. Let me know what you guys think of my story, and click on the little button tight here and tell me what you think!

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