Stella looked up at the ceiling at the phone in the living room began to ring and ring. She sighed as she threw her legs over knowing no one was going to get it but her. She had been in Florida for two weeks now. She hadn't spoken to anyone from her family back in California. Her hands shook as she reached for the phone. "Hello." Her voice was low as she put the receiver to her ear. She took a deep breath in as she sat down in the recliner. "Hi, Dom." She listened as he began talking to her about being worried for two weeks because they couldn't talk to her. She bit the inside of her lip as she didn't respond. She didn't want to talk to him then but she knew it was time. She had been gone long enough to begin to get over what happened. She had talked to Maggie every day. Johnny called about four times as well. She was sent there because of him. But yet she found herself longing for him even more being so far away. "I'm fine. Finally got the time change under control…Sal isn't here right now. It's just me." She bit the inside of her lip again. "I know, he's told me…Dom…" She sighed rubbing her hand through her hair. "Because I didn't want to. I would go to pick up the phone and I would just get angry. You have to see it from my side. I am across the United States right now. I was shipped here. How am I supposed to get over that?" She rolled her eyes. "I'll talk to her later. I don't want to right now." She heard the side door open as Jamison walked in with wood in his hands. "I love you too. Tell them I am fine. I've met some people already. I will be okay, Dom. I will call you later." She waited before hanging up the phone.

"I was wondering when you were going to talk to them. There has be over fifteen messages on the answering machine for you." Jamison set down the wood.

"You can delete them." She replied getting off the chair and walking back to her room. Jamison followed as she looked behind her rolling her eyes. "Where is Sal?"

"The garage." Jamison looked around. "You going to do anything in here? It's look bare."

"No." She looked around with him. "It doesn't feel like home just yet." He nodded his head. "What are you doing here?"

"I told Sal I would bring the wood by. I was headed to the pier if you wanted to join me." She nodded her head. "I'm leaving now, so are you going to do something with yourself?"

Stella glared as he chuckled before nodding his head to leave. "I think I look perfectly fine."

"Yeah, yeah."

Stella looked up as the garage door came sliding up. She had already been there for about three hours when everyone started trickling in. She gave a soft smile as Vince was the first to walk through. "Hey." He replied in confusion. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Dom hired us." She pointed to the two boys behind her. They both stood up wiping their hands on the towel. "You do know that is already nine in the morning in Orlando right?"

"Right." Vince shook his head. "I have some paper work I need to catch up on. You want to come into the office with me?" It was like she even had a choice as she nodded her head. She looked back to the two boys. Jamison began working again as Harrison continued to stare at her. They were protective. That was for sure. Him especially. Jamison had let up ever since they started dating but he was just as bad when she first lived down there. She gave a small smile before walking into the office where Vince closed the door behind him. "What is this?" She asked sitting down in the chair.

"When we asked you to come home, I didn't think you would be bringing your clan." Vince pressed the power button on the computer.

"My clan? Are you serious?" Vince sighed. "My clan are what kept me sane in Orlando. They were there for me during my darkest times. Why wouldn't they come with me?" Vince was silent. "I came back here because Sal died. I came back here because I listened to Dom's voice of reason why it would be better. I wasn't going to leave them and they weren't going to let me go without them. That's what a family is, Vince. If you have a problem with them being here, please by all means say something."

"I'm sorry about Sal, I really am." She shook her head. "And I am glad that you came back. You have changed though."

"What did you expect?"

She stared sternly at Vince who leaned forward onto the desk. "I had to change, Vince. My father died. And then the man that took care of me for three years decides to have another heart attack, and he died too. Who else do you want me to be?"

There was silence. Sal was gone. She had gone to the pier with Jamison and Harrison one night and when she came, she could sense it. Jamison could as well. He stopped her from going inside as he ran in. It was the only time she had ever heard him raise his or scream for that matter. She could still hear it. It would haunt her for the rest of her life.

Laughter filled up the three friends lungs as the climbed the mound of sand that stood between them and her house. She was getting her smile back and she had these two boys to thank for that. It was tough not being in California with her family. Her father had only been good for a year but she felt like it was yesterday. She held Harrison's hand in hers as the soft breeze blew through her hair. The summer was coming to an end. She could tell because the tourist were dying down. She looked up at the house as it lit up in the background but the sliding glass door was standing wide open. "Jami…"

"Stay here." She couldn't even get his name out. He was running down the hill towards the house. Stella looked over at Harrison who nodded his head and tightened his grip on her hand. "STELLA!" She heard the screams as clear as day. She took off running praying her feet didn't fail her. "STELLA!" He screamed again. Stella came stumbling into the house to see Jamison kneeling over Sal's body pumping his hands into his chest. Tears flowed down the boy's face as he pressed harder and harder. "Call 911!" Stella couldn't move as her knees gave out on her as they hit the hard wood floor. Harrison was already on the phone as Stella stared at her uncles lifeless body.

The ambulance had come and gone taking Sal with them. Harrison had gotten Stella off the floor and brought her over to the couch as the EMT's began to work. Jamison had taken off outside not being able to be in the room anymore. Stella's body shook as she looked up at Harrison. "We need to go." He replied softly. "I'm sure Sal is going to want you to be there with him."

"Jamie…" She leaned up and looked around. He wasn't around. She quickly got up from the couch and walked outside. "Jam…"

"We need to go." He pushed past her and into the kitchen grabbing the first pair of keys he could find. "We can't leave him alone."

"Jamison…" Stella bowed her head.

"Stella." Vince's voice sounded around her as she knocked herself from her thoughts. "Are you alright?" She nodded her head. "Listen, I am happy you are here. I am happy you are staying. So much has changed around her and you coming back I feel like would bring us all back together. Your brother was so happy to know that you said yes."

"We needed a change too." She replied softly. "I know that this is different, Vince. But we are all here together. I don't see why it would be a problem. You never could accept others onto the team. We aren't on any team. They are here with me. They are here for me."

"Okay." He whispered. "I've missed you, that's all. If I could back in time and changed what happened, I would. I would have never let you leave."

"We can't change the past, V. I wish we could so bad." Tears filled up her eyes. "We have to accept everything that has happened and move forward from it. I am here now. I don't plan on going anywhere. We can't go back but we can start over." She wiped the tears that escaped. "I've missed you too." Vince stood up from the chair wrapping his arms around her neck and kissing her softly on the side of the head. "It's so weird being back here." She chuckled. The sound of engines startled her as she looked out into the garage. "I guess its time to get to work." She replied with a smile. She patted his side letting him know she was alright before walking back out into the garage. Jamison stood up looking at her. "You guys good to go?"

"Yeah." Both Jamison and Harrison replied at the same time. She nodded her head as she moved back over to the car she was working on. She bent down letting her mind go back to the night Sal had died. She bit the inside of her mouth as she remembered that night. I said they had just left the pier, but what you don't know is that they had their very first race there that night. She was driving. And then Sal died.

The night was just getting started as Harrison wrapped his arms around Stella's waist, kissing her neck. The crowd was so hyped as the music blared across the entire pier. She smiled over at Harrison who was talking with his sister. "You ready to do this?" Jamison appeared next to her. "You talk a lot of shit, let's see you put it to work."

"Right now?" She was surprised. She was talking shit. She was talking a lot of shit. She didn't know how to race. She just watched Dom and Vince do it. Her dad was dead because of racing. She looked around as everyone gathered.

"So what do you say, Toretto, you down?" Jamison shouted with a smirk on his face. He was such a douchebag. Stella nodded her head as she looked over at Harrison again who have moved towards her with a crowd. The crowd cheered as Harrison reached for her.

"I'm riding with you." She could feel Harrison's lips on her ear. She nodded her head again. Was she stupid? Her hands shook as Harrison grabbed her hand in his and they moved towards the entrance of the pier. This was stupid. This was stupid. This was so stupid. She climbed into the driver seat on the Jetta. It was just sixty seconds. That's all she had to do. Jamison wouldn't do anything to hurt her. She knew that. She took a deep breath in as Harrison grabbed her hand. "You got this. I know you do."

"I'm scared to death."

"This is stupid, that's all I am going to say, but you can do this. I know you can." She nodded her head at him as she started the car up and but her seatbelt on. This was it. No turning back now.

It was blur. She didn't even remember that she crossed the finish line. Jamison had won obviously but not by much. She kept with him the entire way. He beat her by just seconds and it felt good knowing that she did that. She raced. "I totally had you!" She laughed as Jamison wrapped his arms around her. Her heart was still beating so fast and he began to laugh. "Yeah, yeah." He replied slapping hands with Harrison. "You did good, though. I am very surprised."

"Come on, let's go tell Sal!" She grabbed Harrison's hand and hurried down the sand onto the beach. It was the fastest way back to the house. Then it happened. The worst day. We arrived at the hospital just minutes after Sal did. It was hard. It was the hardest thing to have to endure. Harrison held onto her the entire time as the doctor explained that he his heart was just to weak to start back up. He died on the way to the hospital. Stella had collapsed on the floor as Jamison stormed away. It was the worst day. It was almost worst than her father dying. She was here. She was present for it. How long had he been on the floor? How long had he been suffering before they found him? Harrison held onto her as the screams escaped her mouth in the middle of the hospital. The pain radiated through her entire body as she clung to the lifeless body of her uncle. How could this happen? She felt Harrison's hands tighten around her body as they pulled the white sheet over his face. They needed to take his body but she wouldn't let them until Harrison pulled her away. He grip was tight around her body as she sobbed her body wanting to crumble to the floor. "It's okay. It's okay."

"Harrison!" Hannah came running into the ER wrapping her arms around both of them. "What happened? I just got a phone call that their was an ambulance at Sal's house."

"Sal's gone." Harrison whispered. "We need to go. Stella, we need to go find Jamison."

"Where is he?" Hannah asked looking around.

"He took off. I don't know where he's gone but I know he is really upset." Harrison pulled away from Stella. "Look at me. We have to go find him." Stella nodded her head as she wiped her face of the fallen tears. This was unbearable. And it didn't seem to want to go away.

Stella knew exactly where Jamison would go. His car was gone. He was going racing. His mind wasn't in the right place right now. Sal was like a father to him and now he had no one. Stella shook as she sat in the front seat of Harrison's Honda with Hannah sitting in the back. The two girls were holding hands as Harrison looked all over town for Jamison. He was good at hiding. If he didn't want to be found, it was usually the case. He would show a couple of days later acting as if everything was fine. But not this time. It was different. Sal was gone and Jamison was going to go off the deep end. She was becoming impatient looking for him. Where was he? Was he safe? "THERE!" Hannah shouted releasing Stella's hand. Stella shot up and looked out the window. It was Jamison's car. Who was he racing?

"That's Emilio. We need to stop them!" Harrison replied whipping the car to the right sending the girls flying against the windows. "JAMISON!" Harrison shouted. Stella threw open the door and went running towards Harrison's who was revving his engine.

"JAMIE!" Stella shouted. She finally reached the car jerking on the door handle. "Get out!"

"Go away!" Jamison yelled. "Just let me do this!"

"No!" Stella reached for the door handle again. "You can't do this! I'm not letting you!"

"Get out!" Harrison shouted.

"Jamison, please!" Hannah begged. Amelia reached into the car jerking the keys from the ignition and throwing them behind her.

"FUCK!" Jamison slammed his hand on the steering wheel.

"Get out!" Stella shouted banging her hand on the top of the car. "GET OUT!"

"Man, you guys are crazy!" Emilio replied. "I'm not dealing with this shit. Let's go!" With that he climbed back into his car leaving the four friends alone. Jamison slowly opened the door to the car and climbed out.

"Are you crazy?" Stella asked getting into his face. "Emilio is known for putting people into walls, Jamison."

"So?" Jamison walked away. Stella could see the pain on his face.

"I know you are angry and sad." She slowly walked over to him and putting her hand on his arm. "And it's okay. But I can't lose you too." Tears filled up her eyes. "I wouldn't be able to handle that." He immediately jerked her into his arms as the tears flowed down her face. She could feel his entire shaking as the sobs escaped his mouth. He was in pain. It radiated through him.

The garage would full of people as Stella lifted her head to wipe the sweat away. "Hey!" Mia came walking over to her with a paper bag in her hands. "Hungry?" Stella nodded her head as she tossed the rag down and followed her back into the office. This seemed to be the place where everyone wanted to talk. She was tired of talking. Stella sat down in the chair that she sat with Vince and looked up at her sister. "How are things?"

"They are good. We are waiting for Hannah and Kyle to get here." She took the food out of the bag and handed Mia a sandwich. "I know its a lot of people in the house right now. We will be looking for something as soon as they get here."

"That's the last thing that I want. I don't want you to leave the house." Mia took a bite from her sandwich. "We just got you back."

"I'm not going to go far, Mia. There are going to be like ten people in that house at once. We would kill each other. We can find something just down the road from here." Mia sighed. "What's going on with you? How are things here?"

"They are good. The garage and the store are doing really well. I can't believe you are working in the garage."

"I did with Sal. It's...it's just something that I started doing to pass the time. I usually do detailing but I know you guys have Jesse for that. I was taught a lot working there. Jamison worked for him as well so he taught me a lot. How is the racing going?"

"Good, we go almost every weekend. It pays the bills." Mia laughed. "So tell me what happened with Sal?" Stella shook her head.

"I can't do that, Mia. I don't want to. It's too hard to talk about right now. Everything is really hard to talk about." Mia nodded her head. "Someday, maybe I can talk about it with you. He died and we left. So...there's nothing much to talk about." She shook her head. "I didn't come home because I was pissed off, Mia. I know you don't want to hear that but I made a life in Florida because our father sent me away there. I don't know what he expected but I know he didn't expect me to not come home. And now he's dead too." She shrugged her shoulders. "I wanted to be here but I should have never left in the first place. Yeah, I caused a lot of trouble but I would have gotten over it. It was a stage. I wanted to be rebellious but then he sent me away and then he died." Mia nodded her head. "How do you want me to get over that?"

"I don't expect you to. I don't expect you to be over any of this. I just want you to talk to me. You need to talk about it or one day you are just going to explode."

"Then let me explode." Stella put her sandwich down. "It's going to happen, Mia. What are you afraid that I am going to go off the deep end and embarrass you guys?" Mia shook her head. "I haven't been here in a year. It's been three years since I lived here. That's a lot of time to be angry. And believe me I was angry." Stella stood up. "I need to get out of here."

"Please don't leave." Mia begged.

"I'll be back. I need some air." Stella threw open the office door and stormed out.

"Hey!" Dom grabbed her by the shoulders stopping her. "Where are you going?"

"I need some air. Don't follow me, Dom." Stella moved past him wiping her face. She was hot. She could feel the sweat running down her neck as she took in a deep breath. The tensions were so high in that garage and she couldn't handle it anymore. "Stella!" Harrison shouted.

"No!" She held her hand up. "Please just let me be alone. I can't be here right now." She took off down the driveway and ran down the sidewalk to Lord only knows where. She just needed to get out of there. She couldn't be in that place anymore. There was too much happening. It was too overwhelming. What did they want from her? What did they expect from her? She just picked up her life and started over...again.

"Stella?" Stella looked up as she didn't know how far she had ran.

"Johnny." Stella whispered as she wiped her face of the fallen tears. She was almost in Little Saigon. How did she get there?

"What are you doing here, Stella?"