Thanks 4 the reviews, sorry it took so long but I was working stuff out and I wrote this awhile ago and well I just thought if ne one is reading idk, I'm tired, I'll try 2 update again way sooner.

To Be Anywhere but Home

Chapter Three:

We Come Together, to Fall Apart

"She sits in the corner, singing herself to sleep.

Wrapped up in all of the promises,

that no one seems to keep…"

-The Next Day-

It wasn't that Hannah didn't love her, it was that she loved her more than Lily would ever know. Yesterday's mess still fresh in her mind she walked from her room for what could be the last time of her life and closed the door behind her. There was no mother to rush to wake up and no empty beer bottles to bring to the side of the road for tomorrows trash pickup. Instead there was just her, a few suitcases, and a plane ticket that would bring her from the place she'd grown up in.

The man, who had been there yesterday, Detective Hanson had only scratched the surface when describing to Lily the things that her mother had been involved with, had been doing for years. Since the time she was a little girl and things had actually seemed normal.

He told her that her mother had come to the door looking a little more than high, and as soon as she had opened her mouth to tell him off he could smell the familiar scent of cheap achohal on her breath. The rest, he claimed, was boring and official but it ended with their house being searched. Lily could tell it hadn't been completely legal by the way he clamed up when she questioned him on that aspect.

Regardless of the rest of the story her mother wasn't there now, she was in Hampton County Correctional Facility, only miles from their house. The social worker she had been paired with had offered to take her to visit but she had declined. Lily was frightened of what she might do and say if she was presented to the woman who had single handedly broken their family apart piece by piece.

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There was a constant nagging feeling inside of Brian's head just to get off of his friends couch, throw open the door, and run to the Toretto's. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he loved her more than he had even loved someone in his entire life, but after what he did, he couldn't see how she could even stand to look at him. Let alone let herself fall for him again, if her were her, he wouldn't. Brian tried to think like Mia, she wouldn't even let him into the driveway let alone their house.

He had compromised her sole protector. Put him a position where he put his mind out of the situation and took a chance on Brian in too many ways concerning the things dear to him.

For that night alone he had stayed over at an old friends house. They hadn't spoken in years but Brian had gotten him out of some deep shit a while back and Malakai owed him big time. It was three a.m. and there was nowhere that he could go even if wanted to leave his friends excuse for a couch. He'd given up on the cars, for now, considering how many he'd wasted running from the police.

A siren screamed as a lone car sped down the street right past the window he was looking out. Living in constant fear of the police picking him up almost wasn't worth the effort of hiding. Moving from state to state, city to city had taken a lot out of him. Physically and emotionally. You could tell that he had aged inside though it didn't show much in his appearance.

If anything he was a little scruffier then before, his clothes a little more worn, his world…for the time being didn't exist.

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Dominic was feeling the immense pressure that his words to Letty had bred. It had added to the unnatural uneasiness about their home. He had loved his father but the one thing he regretted him teaching him was that sensitivity ment weakness. In his head all he wanted to do was run to find Letty, take her in his arms, and apologize to her. A real apology with heartfelt words. Words that he had, but words that wouldn't escape his lips.

Since his time spent in Mexico he had had time to think their relationship over. He knew that he loved her, wanted her, and needed her always. But he wasn't sure if she needed him, if he knew Letty at all he knew that she was afraid of change. Her father had changed from a loving dad, into a drunken fool. Her mother had changed from a soft-spoken woman into a bitter wife. He had changed from a faithful, loving boyfriend into a lying, son of a bitch.

But he wanted to end it, all of it. Take away the pain that she'd felt for so long, from one bad situation to another it seemed. Yet thinking it in his head was all well and good but telling it to the only woman that he wanted to come home to at night, that seemed impossible.

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She opened her mouth to speak to Dom, he was right in front of her, wrapped up in paper work, but defeated the words wouldn't come out. So quietly she closed the office door and backtracked from the room. There was no need to tell him where she was going; he couldn't care less anyway unless she still had work to do.

The whole drive on the freeway she was doing above 90, driving like a crazy person, cutting off anyone who dared get in front of her. Letty was trying so hard not to cry, for everything that was messed up, and for the nothings that had stayed completely right. Before she left she'd convinced herself she wasn't coming back, but the second her car hit the state line, it wasn't her hands driving anymore, it was her heart.

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He remembered the day not like it was yesterday, but like it was happening to him, every moment of his life, and yet somehow, he had no idea who had done it but when he was just five years old, just a child, and he'd seen his mother murdered.

Mathew Tran seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders with every step he took and yet somehow that was disguised with an ever-growing coldness that he could give off. The only way to describe him is like the character Aubrey in Demon in My View. People are drawn to him through his good looks and charm yet there is something that holds everyone but the brainless whores back.

Looking around him for the first time since he'd gotten off the plane Mat saw his aunt standing in the middle of three men that appeared to be her bodyguards. He smiled but for a different reason then she interpreted, he was laughing at the irony of the situation. For years his father and he had struggled to get by, working job after to job just to put food over the table and hundreds of miles away his aunt was so rich she could afford not one but three bodyguards? Somehow it didn't seem right.

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