Disclaimers: I own nothing (even if i wish i had vin for a while lol) Nothing is mine bla bla bla you knwo the drill.

Authors Note: OK so this is my firts fanfic...and im 15(gunna be 16 in 2 weeks yay for me) So please review and dnt be to harsh! Have fun!

Lettys POV

The first month that I had left Dom and the team I used to think that I'd never be able to find my way back to them. My way back home. Later I would ask myself if I had ever had a home. When Tony Toretto welcomed me into his home. I was actually happy. But then that one hot summer day at the race, when everything changed. When Tony died and Dom went to jail I knew that nothing was ever going to be the same. Deep down I knew that the Torettos were not my real family. That they would never be. Again I felt alone. But I would never tell anyone that.

When Dom came back two years later from Lompoc everyone seemed happy. But it still never felt right. I knew that one day I was going to get hurt again and there would be no one there to fix it. No one there to get me out of that dark hole. I'd be alone. But I was wrong about one thing. There was someone there to help me. Some one that would always be there and would never leave. Myself. I dealt with my problem, alone and now im stronger better and don't need anyone to help me with anything. When you depend on someone, those people always find a way to hurt you.

Exactly a year after I left the team was when everything started going bad. When I started racing again. The races in Baja were completely different then the ones I was used to in L.A. In Baja everything was so much more…….serious I guess. To these people these races weren't just races. They meant life and death. Literally. If you lost and couldn't pay up you'd get bruised up and in the hospital. Sometimes even killed. Races weren't a lifestyle here like in L.A, they were a life source. There were no flashy cars with neon's and leather seats. They were oldies with amazing motors with so much nos pumped up that with only a lighter your life could be in danger. I always thought that we used to take it seriously in L.A. But now that I think about it, what were doing were simple games.

The first time I went to a race. I was sure I was going to win. I mean I used to be part of the toretto team. In my mind you couldn't get much better then that.

I remember getting out of my car and being amazed. There was no loud music coming out of the trunks of cars, no racer skanks letting everything loose and no laughter. Everything was dead serious.

When I got out my car they all looked at me as if I was a freak. Maybe it was the tight clothes I decided on wearing or simply my car that looked like a toy compared to there cars. But I knew something was off.

I was surprised that they actually let me race but they did. It was ten grand winner takes all. I accepted telling them that if I lost they would get the pink slip to my car. They looked surprised but accepted. I guess my toy wasn't so bad after all. I don't know why I was so sure about winning this race. I mean I hadn't ever seen cars like these and had no clue if the drivers were good or not. But I remember getting in my car with all the confidence in the world.

The second I pressed on the gas everything was a blur. I was again overwhelmed by that amazing feeling. The feeling of speed. It was as if I was flying, as if I owned the world and everything in it. In those couple moments nothing else matters. I would always remember those words. Dom's words.

I passed the finish line first and when I got out of my car to get the money I'd just won all I could remember now was being hit in the face. The three other racers jumped me and beat me up till I fell unconscious from all the pain.

Even thinking about it now made me sick I'd woken up about two hours later. Alone on the wet floor beside me car. I remember actually being to numb to feel anything. For a moment I thought I had died. But then I had tried to get up and the excruciating pain in my lower back brought me back down. I was bleeding. The only thing I remember after that was falling unconscious on the floor again.

I'd woken up in a cold hospital bed and memories had come rushing back to me. When I had lost my child. Dom and my child. I tried to get up but was too weak.

The doctor had told me that a little girl had found me on the floor bleeding. She had called and ambulance and they had had to operate me. I had been stabbed in the back. The knife had been placed extremely near my spinal cord. The doctor had told me that I had been lucky to not have been killed. They had operated and the doctor said I would be fine and would be able to leave the hospital in a couple of days.

As the doctor said, four days later I was walking out the hospital doors…alone. I had thought about calling Dom and the team. But I just couldn't bring myself to doing that. I had worked so hard to get over that part of my life and I wasn't going to ruin everything now. Not for something as small as a street fight. So I walked on with no regrets.

Thinking about it now. I've had a lot of luck in my life. If you can really call it that. I had been in so many accidents and fights in my life. But I had always been lucky. But one small thing had killed Jesse. Had killed Vince and had killed my child. One stupid thing and I had lost so much but again I had been lucky. Sometimes being lucky wasn't so much of a good thing. Sometimes you just wish someone else had been lucky and not you. But in life you never get what you want, what you ask for. That was something else I had had to learn the hard way in life. I had to move on. Get on with my life and that was just what I did.

As I was driving towards L.A memories came flooding back to me. My life before Dom, my life with Dom and my life after Dom. I still wasn't sure which I liked the best. I didn't want to think about that right now. Making things more complicated then they already were going to help at all. So I kept myself occupied thinking about all the memories that I kept in my hearth. The ones that still haunted my dreams. Day and night.

Dom and my first kiss.

Flashback

The day Dom came back from Lompoc. I had just turned sixteen two weeks ago and to be completely honest, I felt no different then when I was fifth teen. I had woken up that morning thinking, Dom's coming back today. He's coming back! I had been in love with him since the first time I'd met him. But to him all I had ever been was the little tomboy with attitude who was into cars. To him I was annoying. True, I did always follow him and Vince around, but they were way more fun to hang out with then Mia. She was really nice and all but while I'd rather play with toy cars and help Tony with the garage mia would rather be playing with her easy bake oven and her Barbies. So I'd follow Dom and Vince around all day. They really had had no respect for me until I helped Dom fix the car in the garage. He had been working on it for the last three hours so I got up and helped him. Five minutes later the car was working and Vince and Dom where both looking at me amazed. A bit annoyed but amazed. After that day the boys had accepted me as one of them. Even if I was young they had accepted me.

I was in the garage when Dominic had come back. I was working on repairing an old engine that wasn't working anymore. Then suddenly I was lifted off the ground by big muscular arms that I didn't recognize. When the person put me back Down I looked back and saw Dom. I really different Dom, if I may add. He had shaved his hair off and had the biggest muscles I had ever seen. Wow he had changed so much. But at the same time I had too.

That afternoon we had a barbecue in the backyard Dom was at the grill, I was shooting hoops with Vince and Mia was inside. I walked up to Dominic and gave him a hug. I just couldn't believe that he was back. When I looked up I saw the most beautiful brown eyes in the world and at that moment I saw that Dominic had been scared of coming back. Scared of what might happen. So I got up on my tip toes and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'm glad your back Dominic. We missed you." I told him just above a whisper.

"I'm so happy to be back. So happy to see everyone again. To see you. I missed you Letty." He told me and when I looked into his eyes I knew he was telling the truth. He had really missed me. Maybe as much as I had missed him. Then suddenly his lips were on mine.

The late afternoon suddenly spun away. From somewhere up the street I heard a child shriek with laughter. A car drove by. A faint sound of hedge clippers drifted to my ears. All of those sounds seemed very far away and disconnected from reality. What was real was Dominic's mouth on mine, his tongue tangling with mine, the warm male scent of his body filling my lungs. And his taste---Oh...His taste. He tasted of chocolate as if he had just eaten a Hershey bar. I wanted to devour him.

"Hell ya baby!" We both heard someone scream from far away. When they looked up they saw Vince grinning at them. Its about time. Vince stated, laughing.

"SHUT UP VINCE!" We both screamed together.

End of flashback.

I started paying more attention to where I was heading. Now wasn't the time to get in an accident. Half an hour later I looked up and saw a sign saying WELCOME TO LOS ANGELES

Almost there I taught. Almost there…

Authors note:

Ok so I like this chapter I hope you guys like it too. Again I'm sorry if I made any spelling mistakes I don't like going over things. If any one has any comments or advice or ideas for this story just review and let me know. Thanks a lot! ENJOY!