AN: Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I'm finally off for the time being with school so hopefully I'll have more time on my writing. Thanks alot for those who keep on reading and reviewing. This is a Dominic POV and I apologize it's shorter than the others. I don't know if I want to leave him here or develop him later on in the story. R&R ; )
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used in these story the only thing mine is the story concept.
My own prison feels way worse than being up in Lompoc. My bars are my guilt, my remorse, and my own self destruction.
I don't know what path to take anymore, I feel lost, I feel alone.
I hate change, I hate avoiding the problem, and I hate running away from it but there's no choice.
I love my team, my family and I'll go through hell just for them. My devotion goes beyond any limits but I forgot to treasure them the way a brother, a lover, a friend suppose to treasure the one's they love.
Why did I force them into a game of ambition and self destruction?
Because I made myself and them believe that it was for the best.
In the beginning it was. The heists helped our financial problems and drove us into new heights but once all that was settled it became a game of power and adrenaline.
I wanted to accomplish something no other man had accomplished, reach millions without suffering any consequences.
Reality brought a harsh halt to that dream.
My consequence was that I lost everything I held dear.
Life paid me back by taking Jesse, someone who didn't deserve to leave.
Jesse depended on me, he looked up to me, and when it came time to show my true friendship I failed him.
That day I lost all sense of peace and innocence. It was all gone with Jesse.
Jesse without doubt idolized me, proved his loyalty to me and the team time after time, and proved to the rest of the world that he belonged to ride with Team Torreto and be part of my family.
His loyalty was remarkable and for that I will always feel guilt because I failed him in the moment I had to prove to him that I would be there like he was there for me.
I lost control and I lost sight of what was important.
The heavy load of guilt and remorse has pushed me further away from my family.
I can't stare them in the eye because it kills me to know that they blame me.
I can't talk to them because they don't want to hear my pity excuses.
So my only comfort has been many bottles of Corona.
With beer I bury every emotion and I go numb.
I've lost sense of all things and I can't be the person Jesse admired so much until I have paid my dues.
How or when I don't know but I can't be the Dominic Torreto that dominated the black top of LA.
The need and desire for it is gone just as I lost everything and everyone because of my stupidities.
