Takerlover21 - I couldn't think of a better way to end the chapter except with that quote by Casey. There's more of them all… they're supposed to be a family… supposed to be anyway.
Bima - "Oh come on Casey your mom didn't have too much male company in jail for a long time" – That made me laugh for some reason. Your great.
ThePhoenix1224 - What's getting clearer? I'm confused… Thanks for the well done though.
Jada91 - Casey is a little screwed up in the head. She has her reasons.

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Dom walked into the kitchen to find Casey standing over the sink washing dishes. He made his way to the table but stopped when he noticed that Lynn was sitting there coloring in a coloring book quietly. She dropped one crayon and picked up another then started scribbling on the paper again. Dom walked over and stood next to Casey, who jumped when she saw his shadow.

"Sorry." He apologized quickly. She nodded and looked back down at the dirty dishes. "Do you need any help?" Casey shook her head slowly and he nodded a little. "Do you think maybe later we could… talk?"

"Talk about what?" Casey asked quietly setting a glass bowl in the sink and filling it with soapy water. Dom leaned his back against the counter watching her wash the bowl.

"You and your mom and your kid and everything a father should talk to his daughter about." Casey put the bowl into the other side sink and looked at him. She started washing another bowl and he watched her more carefully.

"How do you know I'm even your kid? I mean, what makes you think she isn't lying to you? My mom would never talk about my dad. When I did ask it was like 21 questions about why I wanted to know." She shook her head. "You don't look like a person who races cars anyway." Dom looked down at his attire. Baggy jeans and a tank top. "And you smell clean."

"Well I did take a shower." He said sniffing an armpit. Casey rolled her eyes and looked across the room to Lynn who was happily coloring in her book. Casey looked back at Dom and sighed a little.

"Lynn?" Lynn looked up and at Casey. "Can you take your crayons and go color in the other room." She nodded and smiled. She picked up her box of crayons and her book and walking into the living room. "We can talk now."

"About what?" Dom questioned.

"You're the one who wanted to talk." Casey snapped sourly. "What did you want to talk about?" Casey turned off the water and opened a drawer, pulling out a dry dishtowel. She dried her hands and wiped off the counter, drying it. Dom pushed away from the counter and sat down at the table. Casey followed his suit and sat down on the opposite side of the table.

"You didn't have to sit all the way over there. I'm not going to bite." Casey shrugged her shoulders and he nodded a little. "So, your sixteen?" Casey nodded and looked at him lazily. "What's your name?"

"Casey. I told you earlier." He nodded.

"Your full name."

"Casey Lynn Ramirez. Why?" Dom shrugged. "What's your full name?"

"Why?" Casey shrugged and he nodded a little. "Dominic Anthony Toretto." Casey smiled a little and nodded. "And I'm forty years old."

"You said that earlier to my mom." He nodded. "I'm sixteen. Lynn is four, JJ is six months." Dom made a funny face and Casey nodded. "JJ is my son." Dom nodded and Casey chuckled to herself. "You didn't know…"

"No. It's cool. I'd like to spend some time with you and with them and with your mom." Casey nodded a little. "It's nice to meet you, Casey."

"Nice to meet you too…" She stopped and thought it through. "Dad." She said. She didn't like the way it sounded coming out of her mouth. It was a word she hardly ever used because when she did she usually got her head bitten off. Casey let out a sigh and Dom looked across the table at her.

"You don't have to call me dad, just don't call me Dom either." She nodded a little and looked around the kitchen. "Why was your mom in jail for so long?" Casey's eyes stopped on the table in front of him then slowly traveled up to meet his.

"Thirteen years." Casey shrugged and Dom raised a brow.

"Thirteen, I thought she was in for sixteen." Casey shrugged again and her eyes dropped to the table suddenly.

"I guess she sort of was. She said jail was hell and when she got out I guess it was still hell for her."

"What happened? Why did she go back to jail after being out?" Dom questioned. Casey didn't think anybody really cared, nobody but her.

"It was my fault. She even said when she got arrested that it was my fault. Yesterday she said it wasn't and that she was sorry for saying it." She exhaled loudly and Dom leaned into the table. "I was seven when she got out. We were happy for the first two years. Then she met Craig and everything went to the pits. He was abusive and mean." Her eyes went up and met his. "I guess he was the only other person she slept with besides you." Her eyes dropped. "If that's what you want to call it. Mom said she was happy, anybody and everybody could tell that she wasn't. She wound up pregnant, and the beatings started. They weren't so bad at first. Then one night when she was about five months, maybe, he beat her so bad she had to go into ICU." Slowly her eyes met his again. His eyes were reddened and wet looking. She wondered if she should continue or stop, so she asked. "Should I stop now?"

"No." He said shaking his head slowly. He swallowed hard and nodded to his answer. "Keep going. I want to know what happened." Casey nodded and leaned into the table, lowering her voice so she was sure the only person that could hear her, beside herself, was Dom.

"The night she got out, she had to bring a taxi home because Craig was here with me. She came home a little too late to help me but she stopped him from doing what he did again." Dom looked at her and she refused for their eyes to meet.

"What did he do?" He questioned. Casey looked up into his eyes slowly and sadly. "Casey?"

"He… um…" She scratched her forehead and sighed. "He held a gun to my head and raped me." She swallowed hard and stared at a fly that landed on the table. "Mom came in just as he was going to do it again. They got into a fistfight and she was yelling for me to leave and run. I couldn't, I just lied there and watched them. He kicked her ass pretty good. Once she was lying on the floor, staining the carpet with blood, he pulled the gun back out and pressed it to her temple." Dom stood up and Casey stopped widening her eyes. Dom sat back down in the chair closest to her and faced her.

"Well, he didn't kill her, she's still alive. What happened?" Casey nodded a little and sighed. He put a hand on her knee for comfort and she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Mom dared him to pull the trigger. I never understood why, not now not then. Mom must have realized it was going to turn nasty and yelled at me, told me to cover my eyes and not to uncover them. So, I covered my eyes." Casey laced her fingers together and looked down at them, tears forming in her eyes. "I squeezed them shut as tight as I could and it was quiet for a few seconds, then a gun shot. I still didn't open my eyes, another gun shot." Her breath caught and Dom looked up at her. She was crying. "Then I heard mom say it was okay but not to open my eyes. She led me into the other room and said it was okay to uncover my eyes. I uncovered my eyes and she told me to call 911."

"So, they came and arrested your mom?" He asked. Casey gave a small nod and he frowned. Dom stood up and moved toward her, wrapping his arms around her slowly. She leaned into him and cried into his shoulder.

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I pushed the door open and Dom and Casey were sitting at the table, Dom was eating a sandwich and Casey was watching him. I walked over to Dom and put my hands on his shoulder and leaned down on them a little. He put down the sandwich and tilted his head back, puckering his lips a little. I smiled and kissed him passionately, ignoring the groan from Casey. I pulled back quickly and made a funny face. Dom tilted his head to the side and Casey chuckled.

"Pickles?" I questioned. Dom and Casey both laughed and I shook my head. "Disgusting." I shook my head and stepped over to the sink. I was shocked to see that there were no dishes in it, but dishes in the drainer. I started to pull them out and put them away.

"I'll put those away." Dom said standing up. I put up a hand and motioned him to sit back down.

"Finish your sandwich, then we need to talk about things."

"Yeah, we do need to talk." His voice was much quieter than it was last night. I nodded and turned back to the dishes. I stacked the bowls on the plates and slid them into the cabinet over the sink. I started to put the cups away and the telephone started to ring. I sighed and glared at it. The last time I put the phone to my ear it was Mia, did I really want to pick it up? I looked at Casey and she was smiling at Dom and he was laughing. I made my way over to the phone, picked it up off the receiver than pressed it to my ear.

"Hello?" I questioned, wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder.

"I'm sorry I called so early in the morning."

"That's fine. Who is this?"

"I'm looking for Dominic Toretto, he wouldn't happen to be there, would he?" I made a funny face. This wasn't Mia, but it was a woman. Who was this?

"He's here."

"Oh good, he didn't come home last night and he didn't stay at his sisters, she gave me this number just in case he might be there. Who is this?"

"You called here, who is this?"

"This is his wife, Jade." I looked over at Dom and chuckled a little, shaking my head. Casey looked up at me with a smile but lost the smile when I was staring at the back of Dom's head angrily. She looked at him then back at me. "Now, who are you, another sister?"

"Well, I'm Letty." She made a noise to acknowledge what I said. "I should probably go. I'll let him know you called."

"Thanks, Letty." She said. I nodded and put the phone back on the hook. I stared at it for a minute and picked it up again. I dialed a number and put the phone back to my ear.

"Hello?" A male voice asked into the phone.

"Is…" I looked around the room and I noticed Casey was watching me. "Is D there? It's Letty."

"He's not here right now. He ran to the store with Missy. He should be back soon. You want to leave your number and I'll have him give you a call back when he returns?" I thought about it and shook my head eventually.

"No, that's okay. I'll call back later."

"Okay. Later babe."

"Later." I said with a chuckle then hung up the phone. I leaned against the wall, deciding what to do about Dom. Should I start the fight in front of Casey or even start it at all? "Casey?" She looked up at me and I smiled a little. "Go take a shower." She nodded and started toward the door to the living room. I walked over and sat across from Dom, crossing my arms over my chest.

"What's up baby?"

"Don't call me baby." He made a funny face and his bottom lip poked out from under his top. "I slept with you last night." I took a deep breath and he leaned forward a little. "I can't believe you." He shook his head in confusion. "Guess who called." He shrugged. "Your wife."

"Wha- What?" He questioned. I nodded and he swallowed a little chuckling innocently. "Letty."

"I don't want to hear it." I turned in my chair and looked at the door. I turned and nodded toward it with my head. "The door can be found right over there." He nodded and stood slowly. I rubbed my forehead and took a deep breath.

"I don't even get a chance to explain myself?" He asked. I shook my head and turned to make sure he left. He nodded and opened the door. He stepped out and pulled it closer behind him. I turned back to the table and dropped my head on it. I felt tears well up in my eyes but I held them back. I sniffed and pounded my fist into the table.

"I can't believe that asshole." I slept with him and he's married. What was he thinking? Hell, what was I thinking? I needed to stop beating myself up over that, I didn't do anything wrong, I didn't know he was married, right? I nodded to myself and took a deep breath, laughing to make myself stop crying.

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I'm not having the busy weekend like I thought so I'll be writing all weekend. So… there should be another chapter up sooner than I usually make you wait. I'm going to write chapter 11 for Changes and Acceptances now and post tomorrow afternoon/evening, for those who read it. Oh, and review this. Thanks.