"Hey babe." Vince came up behind her at the races, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back into him. She had been trapped in thought, standing by Letty's car, staring at the stars up above. Her mother hadn't called yet. She had been there over a week ago and she was starting to think maybe she hadn't seen the note. But it had been right there, plastered on the pillow. She had seen it and she hadn't called. She wondered if her mom was disappointed.

"Hi." She let out a sigh before smiling and turning around in his arms. He greeted her with a greedy kiss, his tongue quickly exploring her mouth. She let him kissing him back, moaning softly when his hand reached down to grab her ass. The feeling never grew old. Her body shook, her stomach exploded, and she grew warm and tingly everywhere. With a growl Vince pulled away, leaning his forehead onto hers, staring down at her closed eyes as she bit her lip.

"Are you two done having babies?" Leon swung into their not so private moment and wrapped an arm around Vince's shoulder. Myra chuckled, dropping her arms from around her man's neck as Leon steered him away. Vince looked back and pouted at her, motioning for her to follow, but she shook her head, chuckling and waving goodbye. She had seen Dom win a million times now. It was getting boring.

She absentmindedly took her phone out, flipping it open and looking at the text messages she had been receiving in the last week. Her father was growing persistent, bothering her with text since she wouldn't answer the phone. She didn't have words for him that were deemed appropriately and she quickly snapped her phone shut and slid it back into her pocket. He wanted to know how she was, he wanted to know how her mother's was treating her. She wouldn't be a spy for the scoundrel though.

"Nice ride." She glanced over when the man approached. He was her height, dark skin, short hair, beautiful blue eyes. He smiled, reaching out a hand to her and she took it, looking over his attire. Jeans and a tight t-shirt, she wondered if he had raided Dom's closet. "Yours?"

"No. This belongs to a friend. I'm not equipped for the races yet."

"Pity. It sure would be fun to see you behind the wheel." He chuckled, moving closer to her. She hesitated, debating stepping back towards the crowd. She wanted Vince there suddenly, the air around this stranger thick with tension. She could feel his eyes on her, his hands rubbing together in front of him. "Listen I was wond-"

"Not interested." She crossed her arms over her chest quickly, to hide herself as she stepped back away from him. His face, rather than grow angry, filled with a eerie smile.

"You didn't let me finish."

"I don't need to. Now please run along before my boyfriend returns." She tried to sound strong, she tried to sound in control, but he only laughed. She didn't expect him to launch at her. The crowd of people had already moved towards the starting line and she went to scream but his hand clamped down on her mouth quickly. He took both her arms and with ease and had them behind her back, pushing her flush to him.

"Let's have some fun shall we?" It was easy to drag her away from Letty's car. Myra continued to kick and scream but the noise was muffled. His arms were around her, breath trickling over her shoulder as he grunted and directed her away from people. She was thrown into the ally without grace and she slammed her head into the brick wall. The ground greeted her, her ears filled with air as her head throbbed and rang. He was saying something, advancing on her, but she couldn't make it out, the pain taking over her senses. She tried to climb up, managing to get to her knees and hands but her body swayed and she felt the vomit in her throat.

He turned her over, slamming her into the ground once again. Her head hit the pavement and she let out a moan as she reached up and tried to settle the throbbing. But it didn't help, none of it helped, and a warmth was growing on top of her as a body laid its self on her. She didn't want this. She opened her eyes, tears welling up as she tried to push him away. It only made him laugh more, his hand reaching down and stroking her through her jeans.

She sobbed, hands splayed on his chest as she tried to push him away. She slammed her thighs shut, slammed her eyes closed, but he wouldn't vanish. She couldn't get him up.

"Now be a good girl or that head of yours will slam into the ground again."

Her body shook as she willed him off of her, but the air around her was growing thick. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't hear the race that was just around the corner. All she could feel was pain.

"MYRA!" Vince screamed out her name, cupping his hands over his mouth. Letty was just up in front of him, tossing her hands into the air. They had waited for the crowd to thin out, hoping that maybe the girl would appear. Everyone else had headed home. They had called her over a hundred times, but there was no answer.

"Maybe she got a ride home?"

"With who Let? She doesn't fucking know anyone but us." Vince stressed his hands through his hair, the worry growing inside him. "Besides someone would have called if she was home."

"Call her again."

Vince muttered under his breathe put pulled out his phone, dialing her number and waiting for her to pick up.

Buzz

"You hear that?" Letty moved forward quickly, Vince on her heels. They headed down the alley.

Buzz

There was barely any light in the area and Vince squinted as he followed Letty in between the two industrial buildings.

Buzz.

"Hi you've reached Myra, please leave a message at the beep."

"Oh my god..." Letty broke out into a run and Vince hung up his phone, tucking it into his pocket confused as to what she had saw. He moved towards her, watching as she hunched down to the ground. When he stepped into the light he saw what she saw and was quickly at her side. "Oh my god baby girl, Myra come on. Wake up."

Letty gathered Myra into her arms, shaking her softly. She tapped her cheeks, running fingers through her hair. Her hands were shaking as she checked for a pulse and air flow. "She's breathing but she's out. Looks like she hit her head." Letty pulled her hand back from the back of Myra head and it came up covered in blood. "Vince what happened?"

Vince couldn't speak. He shakily moved towards Myra's bare legs, her pants and underwear balled up at her ankles. There were bruises and cuts on her thighs and he could see more blood in-between her thighs, the sight making his stomach roll over. He felt the bile inside. When Letty looked down she let out a sob, her head shaking as she hugged Myra close to her.

"No no no no..." Letty kissed the top of her head, rocking her back and forth as the tears rolled down her cheeks. "We have to get her to a hospital."

Vince nodded, quickly pulling Myra's pants up to her waste and securing them. He scooped her up into his arms and Letty quickly ran ahead, getting her car and meeting him at the opening. He climbed in and held Myra close as Letty sped off into the early hours of the morning.

"I need to know if she's alright!" Vince slammed a closed fist on the receptionist's desk. The woman jumped out of fear, a hand pressing to her chest, just over the gold cross that dangled there. She pushed back away from the desk and stood, giving him the best stern look she could muster.

"Vince?"

Vince turned quickly to look at the woman who had called out to him. She was familiar, her brown curly hair tucked behind her head in a bun. She wore scrubs, her name badge down at her waist. Her eyes looked heavy, her lack of sleep notable.

"You Myra's mom?"

"Yeah." The woman moved towards him and before he knew it she was pulling him into a hug. "Thank you for bringing her in." He didn't know what to do. The air caught in his lungs as the woman continued to hold him, small sobs coming out of her. He could smell Vanilla and mint wafting off of her. Vince glanced up at Letty and Dom who were in the waiting room. They were huddled in the corner, Letty passed out in the big man's arms, Dom watching him confused.

Vince quickly hugged her back, pulling away after a minute and looking down at her.

"Is she ok?"

"She's been cleaned up and they ran a..." she shook her head, stressing her hands through what hair had fallen out since the beginning of her shift. "They ran a rape test to see if she's ok." Her voice was so distant as she bit back the sobs and looked up at him. "I would like to take her home."

"I don't know, she's been staying with me and I think-"

"I'm her mother Vince." Tammy squared her shoulders, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm taking her home. She needs a break from you people."

You people.

He found himself sneering at her. He took a step back, sighing deeply and walking away from the woman. It was only a few steps though before he turned quickly and looked her dead in the eyes. He could see the resemblance, the eyes, the hair, the curves. He hadn't really examined her mother that day he helped them move, but he could see it now. The woman Myra was going to grow up to look like was looking right at him and he bit his tongue.

He couldn't ruin this with his mouth. His mother and father had been shit but that didn't mean everyone's parents were. With a nod he headed back to Dom. They woke Letty and with hesitance and guilt Vince stepped outside and drove Letty's car home.

Myra could feel the vomit in her throat still. She groaned, quickly rolling over to her side and emptying what was in her stomach onto the ground. Cupping her belly, she tried to bring her knees up but they were confined. Her eyes fluttered open and she squinted in the bright light.

"Myra?"

Her mother's voice was music to her ears. As her eyes cleared up and she got used to the light she noted that it wasn't the ally floor she had thrown up in, rather the hospital floor. An orderly was already there with mop and bucket, cleaning up the mess with a smile on his face. She cringed away from him and rolled back onto her back, being greeted by her mother's smiling but tired face.

"Mom?"

"Oh Myra!" Tammy threw her arms around her daughter, half tossing herself onto the bed with her. She hugged her for what felt like ages and Myra welcomed the warmth and security. When she pulled away she grabbed a glass of water, bringing it over to her daughter. "Here, sip it."

"What happened?" Myra sipped the water before sitting it down on the tray.

"Baby you were..." Tammy hesitated, and Myra could see the tears in her mother's eyes. "You were raped last night."

The room grew quiet, the mop and bucket abandoned. Myra stared into her mother's eyes for a moment longer before closing her own and dropped her head back against the pillows. Her mind clouded over as she tried to remember, tried to regain the reminiscences of what had happened, but they were vague. She let out a yelp when she tried to move again, pain shooting through her head and thighs.

"Where's Vince?" When her mother didn't answer Myra opened her eyes, searching for the woman. She was sitting beside her, hands pressed to the mattress, a shadow taking over her eyes.

"I told him that I would be returning you to your home. I sent him on his way."

"Excuse me?"

"It's better you come home to your mom." Tammy fiddled with her hands, anger taking over her features. "If he hadn't of helped move the furniture then maybe you wouldn't have met him and this wouldn't have happened."

"You are not blaming Vince for this." Myra bit back her anger, trying desperately to get her mother to look her in the eyes, but the woman wouldn't.

"So what if I am? He's no good."

Myra shook her head, whipping away the tears in her eyes as she looked away from her mother. It was all sinking, her entire life. Her father was trying to use her, her mother was trying to control her, and the only semblance of happy she had had driven away already. She could feel the anxiety crawling inside her chest, latching onto her heart as she tried desperately to stop crying. She regained her composure, watching as the woman who had raised her fished a flask from her bag. "Really mother?"

"My shift ended an hour ago. Don't you dare judge me Myra."

"Who's not good again?"

Myra's words sank in with Tammy slowly. She shakily took a drink and returned the flask to her bag, rising from her seat. "I do everything I can for you. Everything. I know it's been rough, I know what I had to do wasn't the best, but you have to have faith in me to get better. I will get better."

"No mom, you need to have faith in yourself." Myra crossed her arms and sank into the bed, turning away from her. She couldn't do this. She was reminded of the mom she had seen curled up on the bed with a bottle of whiskey. She was reminded of the yelling of the screaming in the past days with dad. She couldn't continue to do this, not when she knew there was something better. "Now please leave me alone."

"I'd like to drive you home after the police speak with you."

"No need." Myra looked over once more, catching eyes with the woman. She was determined in that moment, the emotion draining from her for a split second. She could see all the pain in the past, all the lectures, all the lies, all the stupidity. And it stung; she had to sting back. "I don't need you."

It was hard, watching her mom's face contort into confusion and then distress. She opened her mouth to speak, to say anything, but slammed her lips shut quickly. The tears were welling in her eyes, her hands shaking as she stood there, clutching her bag. Her uniform was pressed and clean, her hair tucked up, the bags under her eyes unimaginable. Myra had never seen her mother like this, never see this woman a day in her life. The fleeting memories of dresses and heels, manicured nails and groomed hair all flashed before her eyes. But her mother was defeated, as was she, and with all the strength in the world she turned away from her, trying to hide her own tears.

Tammy left the room as the police came in and Myra held back her need to yell out for her mom to come back and hold her.