Here is chapter 2. still all the same rules and disclaimers apply. cant sue. well you could but you wont get much.

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After the 5 years in Mexico, everyone decided that it was time to go home.

I started kindergarten. Dad took BJ and me to school. He cried when I hugged him and told him I loved him. I was a sappy little girl then. Still I guess kind of am. I am truly a daddy's girl.

Things with all of us were good. We all pretty much lived in the old house. Dad put on an addition so there was enough room, and Aunt Mia redid the attic so that her and BJ could have a little place away from everyone else.

It all worked out that way there was almost always an adult to take care of us. We were a true family. The only thing that was missing was BJ having his father. And boy did he need some one there to kick his butt in line. Dad tried as much as Aunt Mia would let him but after a while she would say he was being to harsh or he wasn't being fair so dad stopped trying. Uncle Vince has stepped in a lot where BJ was concerned. He was a very good influence on him and I'm not sure why but Aunt Mia let him have more play then she ever did dad.

As you all can see things didn't change too much once we got into the states.

Dad, mom and everyone else worked at the garage. Aunt Mia took care of the store. We were one big, happy family again. Well for the most part at least, Aunt Mia never was truly happy. The only time I think I ever saw genuine happiness in her was when she was looking at BJ or telling him about his father.

I still don't get why they didn't like him, he save Uncle Vince and Uncle Jesse's lives. He kept all of them out of jail; I sometimes think that they should have had to serve the time. Some how some way. When I do something wrong I get punished, but they do something so dramatic and life changing and they get told not to do it again. How is that fair?

Flashback

I was 8 at the time and I was messing with some of dad's parts. He kept telling me not to, but I wanted him to pay attention to me. I was board at the shop. We were supposed to go out, our father daughter day that we had once a week. This way mom could have a day to her self to do what ever she wanted. I didn't mind it gave me one on one time with my dad. He said he was going to take me to the zoo. When we left the house some one called and needed something done to their car before races. Dad asked if I minded telling me it would take 2 hours tops. I of course agreed what was I going to say no?

It has been 4 hours now and he still isn't done. I knew that the only way to get him out of here was to make him mad. He would then say he was taking me home, half way there he would stop being mad and say sorry. I know he only did this so that I wouldn't tell mom that he spent all of our time together at the garage. At least that's what normally happed. It didn't this time.

Dad was irritated from working on the car and it not going his way. I kept agitating him more adding to his mood. I started messing with things that I knew I shouldn't. Everything would have been ok except I hit something creating it to fall against the office window and the window shattered. I still don't know how it happened all I knew was dad was beyond pissed and I was on the receiving end of his anger.

He had never spanked me before and I don't ever want him to again. It hurt so bad, I was crying so hard I didn't hear him asking me questions. When I didn't answer him he would spank me more. I don't know why, but when he finally stopped, he took me in to his arms and started crying with me. This only furthered my crying. I have never seen my dad cry and here I was making him. I could hear him telling me that he was sorry.

I didn't understand what he would be sorry about. I was the one who broke the window; I was the one who was trying to get him mad so we would leave. When I slowed my crying I decided it would be best to talk with him now and get this over with. I sat down on his lap facing him.

"Papi, why are you crying? And why would you say you are sorry? I'm the one who broke the window. I didn't mean to. I hit something and it shattered it. I'm sorry. I will do whatever it is that you want me to do to pay to fix it. I'm sorry Papi please don't cry anymore." Mira said while looking into Dom's eyes. Silent tears were cascading down her cheeks.

"Miracle, Baby Girl, I know you didn't mean to break the window. I am so, so very sorry that I spanked you. Your Mami and me said we would never do that and I just lost it. Will you forgive me?" Dom asked hoping his daughter didn't hate him because he let his anger get the best of him.

"Can you forgive me for breaking the window and purposely trying to make you upset?" Mira asked him softly hopping not to get into more trouble.

"Purposely? Why would you want to get me mad on purpose?" Dom questioned in a tone that said, she better tell him the truth or she would be in more trouble. He wasn't so sure what she was thinking but he wanted some answers.

"You said the car would only take 2 hours, we have been here for 4. It's not even worth going to the zoo now. They close in like 2 hours. I figured you would leave if I got you mad enough." Mira told her dad with all honesty on the table.

Dom had made it a point to develop a very open and honest relationship with her from the time she was little. He figured with the lifestyle that they lead he would need that trust in her to keep from killing every guy that ever talked to her.

"All right, I don't like the idea that you purposely tried to make me mad. I'm not sure why you would want to do that, but I guess we will have to think about going to the zoo another day." Dom told her softly while kissing her on the forehead. "What did you want to do now?"

"We don't have to do anything. I know that you need to finish that car and I know that everyone will be getting ready for races, so its ok that we just go home when you are finished. I'll go wait in the office." Mira said softly getting up to go clean up the glass and then wait in her dad's office. That wasn't what she wanted to do, but she couldn't get her way after what she just did.

"I got an idea. I'm almost done with it. Why don't you help me and then we will go get something to eat and just meet up with the others at the race later tonight?" Dom asked her while grabbing her arm preventing her from leaving.

"I don't want you to be late cause of having to drop me off. We can just go another night." Mira said softly.

"Who said anything about dropping you off?" Dom questioned with a small smile.

"You have never let me go before, why would you let me now?" Mira asked wondering why he would let her.

"Cause I need to make up to you for not going out today and in all honest I fell like shit for spanking you the way I did." Dom said softly while looking away from her. He hated that he did that to her and now was afraid of what she would think about him now.

"It's ok. You don't have to make anything up to me. I do. I deserved that and probably worse. Lets finish up the car and then go from there." Mira said softly getting out of her father grip and going to her locker in the girl's bathroom. She pulled out a shirt and some coveralls. Changing her shirt and pulling the coveralls over her pants she tied the arms around her waist while walking out to help her father.

She loved to work on cars. She was always getting into trouble at school for not paying attention. She was always thinking about different designs and stuff. Jesse even let her use his design program. He even used some of her ideas.

Mostly she loved working on cars cause it made her dad happy. She loved the way he would smile when she was helping him. When it came to her can cars her father would give her his undivided attention. He would answer all of her questions.

Dom had her working on the tune up. He had taught her how to do that and oil changes when she was like 6. He went and turned on the radio to some hip-hop station, and then they got to work.

Miracle was softly singing along to the radio, as was her dad. They were both happy working on cars, but mostly it was because they were together. Dom had never needed to wish for a son. He had his daughter that was more interesting in all to dirt and oil then his nephew BJ ever was. She had that desire and passion.

Hope you all liked this. let me know if you have any ideas or if you want to see more..