Disclaimer: Blah blah blah. I don't own Letty or Michelle Rodriguez or Dom or Vin Diesel. I wish I could though. I do, however, own Sara, Mark, and the little boy. There, I made it nice and short.

CHAPTER SIX: Par-Tay

I got out of my car and locked it up. I pulled down the front of my skirt and fixed my shirt. Sara told me to dress sexy, so I did. I was wearing a black leather mini skirt, big clunky but sexy in their own way boots, black undergarments and a white button up blouse. The top few buttons were undone, showing off a bit of my bra. My boots clunked as I walked up the sidewalk toward the front door. The party had been going on for a few hours. There were already alot of cars filling the street but there weren't any people outside. As I got closer to the house the beat from the music thumped louder. I knocked on the door and it opened a few minutes later. My friend Sara was standing there with a guy on her waist. He was kissing on her neck and it was easy to tell they had both been drinking.

"It's about time you got here." She said. I smiled and she moved aside to let me in. I walked passed her and she smiled. "Want a beer?" I nodded. "Kitchen's that way." She pointed.

"Gee, thanks." I said sarcastically. She chuckled and closed to door. I started toward the kitchen and noticed alot of people dancing dirty and making out. I shook my head and entered the kitchen. There was a guy standing against the counter. Bald head and muscles. "Hey." I said assuming it was Mike. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer. I opened it and took a long drink. I finished it quickly then reached for another. The guy smiled at me.

"What have you been up to?" He questioned.

"You just saw me earlier today."

"I did?"

"Duh silly. At the grocery store."

"Um. I didn't do to the grocery store today."

"Whatever Mike." I said finishing off my second beer. I grabbed a third and stepped away from the fridge and closed it. I opened it and drank about half.

"Who's Mike?" He asked approaching me. I finished my third beer. I felt a little buzz already. It's been three years since I've had a beer. I knew by now I was a lightweight. He put his arms around my waist and kissed the top of my head. He took my hand and led me outside. It was dark, but there were a few lights around garden. He led me over to the bench near the lights. The backyard was empty and the scene was romantic, I had to admit. He sat down and pulled me down facing him so I was stradling him. I squeezed my legs together and he smiled. He leaned in and started kissing my neck. I moaned because it felt so good. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Make love to me." I whispered.

"You sure?" He asked.

"No." He kept kissing my neck. "Fuck me." He slide his hands up my shirt and slowly unbuttoned it and took it off.

Screams could be heard just outside the room. The door was pushed open by a doctor with gloves on his hands. I layed there in the bed and screamed louder as the pain worsened.

"One more push." The doctor said looking between my legs. I whimpered and squeezed the rail of the bed. I pushed and I head the nurse sigh. There was no baby crying. I tried to sit up but the nurse instructed me to lay back. I wanted to jump out of the bed and take care of my baby.

"Why isn't he crying?" I asked hoping for an answer. None. "Tell me, why isn't he crying?"

"He can't breathe." The doctor stated. I layed back and let the tears fall. No shame in crying over your own baby. I watched them, from where I was, try and figure out what was wrong with my son. His face was purplish blue, he couldn't breathe. They took him out of the room and down the hall. The doctor didn't come back until about twenty minutes later.

"Ms. Toretto."

"Ramirez." I corrected quickly.

"Ms. Ramirez. Excuse me." I nodded.

"What's wrong with my son?"

"Ms. Ramirez. Your son... he's not able to breathe on his own. We don't think he has a very good chance of surviving. We've got him on a respirator that's helping him breathe right now." I nodded, taking it all in.

"Is he suffering?"

"No, not at all." I nodded.

I woke up the next morning with a bad kink in my neck. I sat up and looked around. This wasn't my room. This wasn't even a room, I looked down. I was on a bench, outside. I was dressed. I had on my skirt and a guys t-shirt. I stood up and stretched. Memories of last night came flooding back. Coffee. I needed it. I stumbled my way toward the back door. I knocked and it opened.

"Damn. We thought everybody was gone." Sara said.

"Nah." I said. She chuckled and shook her head. I walked in the door. "Do you guys drink coffee? I need some." I took a seat at the table and Mike joined me.

"We heard you last night." He said pushing a cup of coffee in front of me. I took it and smiles. I picked it up and took a sip.

"Do you know who it was?" I asked Sara then looked over at Mike.

"Some guy Mike invited." Sara said. I nodded at Sara then looked at Mike again.

"Dominic." He asid. I looked at cup and took another sip.

"Oh. That Dominic Toretto guy?" Sara asked. Mike nodded. "He made his way around last night." She looked at me. "Hope you used a condom." I looked at her and shook my head a little. She nodded and frowned a little.

"Did you know him?" Mikes asked. I nodded just a little. "How?"

"He got me pregnant."

Chapter fine. Heh. I believe that's a good cut off right there. Yeah. Won't be long for Chapter Seven. More confessions. Yay. Sorry this took a while. I stayed with a friend and couldn't write it. I went and saw a movie. I was Madagascar. It was great. We were the two sixteen year olds sitting in the back row laughing our asses off and dancing as well. It was fun. I suggest you see it. sings I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. I like to... MOVE IT. stops and looks around Heh. Sorry.