Carla sat in her Jeep for what seemed like hours. She was humiliated and her body ached. When Tran found out she couldn't pay him back he and Lance had ravaged her over and over again. Making sure she paid for her purchase. Now she sat in the Jeep staring up at the Toretto house. All looked peaceful on the outside but she knew there would be hell to pay when she went in. Everyone was there, Letty, Leon, Jesse, Vince, Mia, and of course Dom. She could barley walk to her car when she left Tran's. Now she wondered if she'd be able to cover up the pain. If not she'd think of something to tell them.

No one was in the house when she went in, then she remembered it was Saturday, that meant they were grilling out. She limped outside and sure enough they were all laughing and talking but the fun died when they looked up and saw her. She noticed the way Dom's jaw set right off.

"Where the hell have you been?" His voice was low and threatening, "and don't try to lie to me."

"Tran's, I was paying off the turbo." Not a lie.

His whole body tensed when she said that and he hung his head, shaking it from side to side slowly. "Is it done?"

It was a broad question but she knew what he meant. "Yes." Her voice was shaky and he picked up on it immediately.

"What happened Carla? What aren't you telling me?"

She had to think of something quick or he would know she was lying so she did the next best thing. Tell the truth but leave out certain parts. "I didn't have all the money to pay him so he made me jack a car, Shelby mustang." She waited for the worst.

Dom's face hardened for a second than went soft. "Did you get caught?"

"No."

"Are you done with him?"

"Yes."

"Are you being completely honest with me?"

She didn't hesitate but feared he would still know. "Yes."

He looked at her for a long while and she feared he knew she wasn't telling him everything but he nodded his head and motioned for her to sit down. "As long as it's over: sit down, we're about to eat."

She tried her best to walk easily to the table but she still limped a little. Letty's statement made her cringe inside. "You re walking like you just got fucked six ways to Sunday." She had a shit eating grin on her face. "You let Tran have a go at ya?"

Carla glared at her and tried to sit down without wincing. "I pulled a groin running after I jacked the car." Letty looked at her awhile longer and then dropped the subject. Dinner went by without a glitch. No one said much but at least Dom wasn't yelling at her. When it came time to watch a movie Carla wasn't as sore as before and could walk with a lot more ease.

"What do you wanna watch big Dawg?" Vince stood in front of the door waiting for Dom's answer.

"I don't care as long as it's not a chick flick." Vince nodded his head and opened the door. "Bring back some more beer V. We're almost out."

Vince took Leon with him and Carla, Mia, Jesse, Dom, and Letty we're left alone. Carla didn't realize how tired she was but as soon as she lay down in the floor she was out cold. Dom looked down at her and sighed. Something was up, she was acting off but he didn't feel like starting a fight so he didn't push her. As long as she was done with Tran he was happy. Suddenly his view was blocked by Letty's mid-drift. He looked up and she glared down at him with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"Enjoying the view?"

"Christ Letty I was just thinking about tonight and you know it's not like that between us. Her brother was my best friend." He put his hands on her hips but she pushed them off.

"Her brother ain't here no more Dom and she's not nine anymore either."

He sighed and rubbed his head with his hands. "You got nothin' to worry about Letty." He smiled up at her. "I love you and only you." At that she smiled down at him and straddled his lap kissing him gently. A low moan from the floor drew him away from her for a moment and when he looked down he saw Carla in a fetal position and her face furrowed.

"She's just dreamin' Dom. Let her be." At that Vince and Leon returned with a few movies and a couple cases of beer. Carla moaned again and Vince set the movies on the table and scooped her up. He had his right arm hooked under her knees and her arms were around his neck. He started for the stares but Dom yelled up to him.

"Vince." He turned and looked at Dom who just shook his head no. "Nothing stupid V."

"I was just gonna put her to bed Dom, lighten up." Dom watched him disappear up the stairs and sighed again. He could feel a headache coming on.

"She's not a virgin you know so you don't have to watch over her like that." He looked up at her and furrowed his brow. "You really thought she was didn't you? Holy shit Dom I didn't know you were that naive. She lost that a long time ago."

"Too who? When?" He felt his fist clenching.

"When she was 14 too that guy she used to date. What was his name? Oh yeah, Ryan." Dom felt his blood start to boil. He never did like that kid but then again he never liked any of her boyfriends.

"And how do you know all this Letty? You've never been exactly civil to her enough for her to share that info with you."

"I read her Diary once, wanted to make sure she wasn't harboring any feelings for you. Mainly she just bitched about you treating her like she was five." Letty got up and went into the kitchen. "Want a beer?"

Dom felt a slow thump start in his temple. He was gonna get a headache and it was gonna be a big one. "Yeah, and bring me a Tylenol too." He needed to lighten up on her he knew that but he promised Doug he would watch out for her. 'I'm just doing what he would do right or am I being a complete asshole. Where's Vince anyway? He's been up there way too long.'

Vince carried Carla to his room and laid her on the bed. She looked exhausted and she kept whimpering in her sleep. He wondered if he should wake her up but when he touched her shoulder she whimpered and pulled back from him. He stood motionless with his hand hovering over her trying to decide what to do next. Should he wake her or let her sleep? He finally started to shake her gently. "Come on C wake up. It's just a dream, wake up and it'll all be over." He shook her a bit harder and suddenly her eyes shot open and he saw more fear in them than he'd ever seen before. In a flash she was sitting up crawling back away from him telling him 'No' and 'Stop'. "C, C! It's just me. Calm down." Suddenly realization hit her and she slumped to the bed again sobs wracking her body. Vince did the only thing he knew to and petted her hair. "Shh baby girl, it'll be ok. It's just a dream your fine now." She cried a little longer and then raised her swollen, red eyes to his.

"I'm sorry Vince." Her voice was shaky and rough. "I must look like an idiot."

"Its ok girl, what kind of dream made you act like that? You looked like I was the boogeyman or something." He smiled at her but she didn't return it.

"It wasn't a dream it was a nightmare." She gulped and pulled him too her shoving her face in his chest and sobbing again. "A horrible, horrible nightmare." It came out muffled and in between tears but Vince still heard it. He sat there with her for a long while stroking and petting her till she was breathing deeply with sleep.

When he finally went downstairs everyone else was already watching the movie so he just sat on the couch beside Mia. He glanced around the room and saw Dom staring at him. He didn't look mad but he didn't look exactly happy either. Dom looked at him a moment later then motioned with his head for Vince to follow him into the kitchen.

When they were safely out of hearing range of the others Dom took a deep breath and began to speak. "I want you to be completely honest with me V and I won't get mad. Now I know you weren't up there long enough to fuck her but you were up there quit a while. Did anything happen?" He crossed his arms and waited for Vince to answer him.

Vince had known Dom since the third grade and he was like his brother. They never fought, hell Vince never questioned Dom ever, but he felt his ears grow hot and he knew things could end badly. "What if something did happen Dom, what would you do? She's a grown woman she can make her own decisions. I would never make her do anything she didn't want to do Dom and you know that. So what if we did fool around?" His voice rose a little toward the end but not a whole lot.

Dom lowered his arms and clenched his fists. "Just answer the question Vince."

Vince glared at him a moment longer. "No. She was whimpering so I tried to wake her up and when I did she freaked on me man. She acted like I was standing there with a butcher knife ready to cut her open. When she finally got calmed down she told me she had a nightmare but that was it. She fell asleep crying into my chest. Now, did I do the right thing or are you gonna lecture me about how I shouldn't take advantage of her. I mean I did pet her hair Dom, was that going too far?" His voice dripped with sarcasm.

"I'm sorry V, I don't know why I treat her like this but I can't help it. I've tried believe me." He hung his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It's alright big dawg. We all loved Doug and we all love her but we can't shelter her all the time." With that Vince went back to the living room to watch the next movie and Dom sat at the kitchen table, thinking.

The next morning Carla woke up alone in Vince's bed. She was even sorer than she was the day before and when she tried to sit up pain rocked her pelvic region. 'Holy shit, it feels like they ripped my insides out.' She finally got enough strength to stand and wobbled her way to the bathroom. It was still quite early so she was the only one up. When she took her pants off too pee she noticed a very large blood stain. "Holy shit," she took off her clothes and climbed into the shower. The warm water felt great but the crimson water flowing towards the drain made Carla's body run cold. For some reason it was foggy before. She just remembered bits and pieces here and there but now the memories came flooding back. Lance taking off his jacket, Johnny holding her arms while he cut away her shirt and pants, the pain as he pushed inside of her and the warm, wet feel of cum on her face, crotch and ass. Suddenly her stomach retched and she vomited. It came out a milky white that only made her vomit more since she knew exactly what it was she was puking up. When she was done throwing up she began to cry again. Sobbing into the warm flow of the faucet she thought of her brother. This never would have happened if he were still alive. She would never have to fight Dom over racing, never have to buy the turbo for the charger, and never have gotten raped by two men repetitively. For a brief second she hated Doug for dieing and leaving her here with no one but that feeling passed and the only thing she felt now was heartache. She was drawn out of her thoughts however when she heard the door open.

"Carla? It's Dom. I gotta take a piss so don't come out."

"Ok." Her voice cracked and she froze in fear. Maybe he didn't hear it.

"Are you ok?" No such luck.

"Yeah," this time her voice was much more level, "just thinking about Doug." She was getting good at this lying without lying thing.

The tinkling of water answered her first than Dom's deep voice. "I'm sorry for the way I've acted with you but you know how I feel about Tran. He's nothing but trouble and when you went to him I was scared. He doesn't think clearly about things Carla."

'You have no idea how right you are.' She was about to answer him when a very painful cramp hit and she doubled over in pain grabbing the curtain for support but it broke free and fell with her. She lay in a tangle of plastic, pain still ripping through her.

"Holy shit Carla are you ok?" Dom was by her side in a flash. "What happened, are you hurt. Fuck, where's all this blood coming from?" She couldn't answer him she only held her stomach and groaned in pain. "MIA!" In what seemed like forever but was only a few seconds Mia appeared at the door.

"Why are you yelling Dom? Holy shit what's wrong with her?"

"I don't know but she's bleeding, bad. I just can't see any cuts." He looked over her body but saw no cuts or abrasions. Then he saw a deep red between her thighs. "Oh my god, Mia we gotta get her to a doctor." He wrapped a towel around her and ordered Mia to get some clothes for her. He wasted no time in getting her into his car and driving to the hospital. Mia was behind him in her car. A groan from the passenger's seat made him look down at her. Her eyes wer clamped shut and she kept cradling her stomach. "Stay with me Carla." He pulled up in front of the emergency room door and quickly carried her in. "I need help!" Suddenly a nurse was beside him.

"What's wrong with her?" The nurse grabbed a gurney while she spoke.

"I don't know, she's bleeding pretty heavily from between her legs. I don't know why."

"Ok, lay her down." He did as she instructed and she was instantly wheeled away. He tried to follow him but the nurse put a firm hand on his chest. "A doctor has to see her. You can't go back." He wanted to protest and demand he go with her but he didn't. He just stood in the waiting room till Mia came and she made him sit down.

What seemed like ages later a doctor came out and called out Dom's name. "Domonic Toretto?" When Dom stood he motioned him back.

As they walked Dom asked him questions. "What's wrong with her?"

"I'm afraid Miss Gordon has received extreme trauma to her vaginal region. Her cervix was slightly torn and she has lost a lot of blood."

"I don't understand. This just happened?"

"Mr. Toretto I'm afraid Carla has been brutally raped and from the extent of her injuries it was done by more than one person. We ran tests to see if there were and fluids we could match for DNA but apparently her attackers wore condoms. We asked her who did it but she refuses to talk to us. Perhaps you could get her to open up. She needs to press charges." They were in front of her room now. The door was shut but he could hear the beep of her monitors. It took a second for all of this to set in and he felt numb. "You can see her for a few minutes then I'm afraid you must let her rest." The doctor walked away and Dom took a deep breath before opening her door.

He was suddenly flooded with the smell of clean and when he looked down at her sleeping form with tubes coming from her arms his heart ached. Who did this to her? Whoever it was was going to die a slow, painful death. He sat in a chair by her bed and picked up her hand. He never before noticed how tiny it was compared to his. She looked so fragile then laying there in a white gown, all the blood drained from her face. Her hand squeezed his and he looked up into deep blue pools. "Hey." His voice was low and comforting.

"Hey." Hers was scratchy and raw.

"How you feeling?"

"I ain't, they got me pretty drugged up." A small smile spread on her lips.

"Who did this to you Carla?" His eyebrows creased together.

Her smile faded and she rubbed her hands down her face. "I can't let you put yourself on the line for me anymore Dom. You've done too much already."

He scooted his chair closer to her so his face was only inches from hers. "The people who did this to you deserve to pay. We can file charges against them so they can't do this to anyone else, ok."

"The law can't touch them Dom, you know that."

His jaw clinched and he felt his blood boil. "Are you talking about who I think you are?"

She nodded slowly and a tear slipped from each eye. "Tran."