For all my loyal readers
Seeking Solace
The sound of someone lightly wrapping on his bedroom door rouses him enough to stand up. He can't just yell at whoever it is on the other side to piss off and leave him alone, even though being around people is the last thing he wants right now. He can't just blow up because it might be his sister on the other side and he doesn't want to hurt her. Or it might be Jesse who always gets so stressed and freaked out when Dom yells at him.
So he forces himself to get up from where he's been sitting on the bed, walk across the floor and open the door. It isn't Mia or Jesse, it's not Leon who would have just shrugged off his temper or Vince who would have yelled back. Instead it's her, the last person on earth he wanted to see, and the one he was secretly hoping would come to him.
They'd been dating on and off since she turned sixteen. More off than on lately mostly because of his inability to grow up, or at least that was how she'd put it. But it was true that he loved the female attention, and couldn't resist the temptation to press up against a curving female form or allow a girl to lean into him and whisper flirtatiously in his ear. He should have know better, that there was only so far he could push her, but he'd been too wrapped up in himself and so had pushed her too far.
All the attention that those girls, the racer chasers, heaped upon him was empty and meaningless, but by the time he'd realised that it was too late and she'd already left him. That had been almost four months ago and she'd hardly spoken to him in that time. A time in which he'd done a lot of growing up.
But it didn't matter how much he had grown, how much time had passed, every year when this date rolled around he was still just a kid who'd lost his father.
"What are doing here Letty?" He leans against the door jam and makes no attempt to ask her to enter his room. Letty was never the sort to wait for an invite and he won't ask her in in case she says no.
"Figured you wouldn't want to be alone tonight." She says it with a shrug, her body language is all casual and indifferent, but he can see it in her eyes that memories are hurting her the same way they eat away at him.
"What made you think I would be?" And he wants to know how she could have known. Sure when she got here Mia would have said if he had someone with him, but he knows Letty wouldn't have come over if she's though he'd had company.
"Please," She makes the word into a snot of laughter and enters the room, looking around as if to check for the companion they both knew he didn't have. "Like I couldn't kick the ass of whatever skank you've been hanging out with lately."
"Really." He moves so he can follow her movements. She looks so right standing in his room, like she belongs there, belongs with him.
"Hey you want me to go, I'll go." She turns back to the door and starts to leave when his arms wrap around her and drag her close.
He holds her tightly, moulding his body to the curve of her back and burring his face in her mass of wild dark hair. Her skin is warm against his, and her hands, when she holds onto his arms are just as work roughened and callused as he remembers. She leans back, arching and stretching up and pressing as close to him as she can. He moves his head, so instead of pressing his face to her hair its in the crook of her neck, and drags in deep lungful of her scent. Of Letty who always smells of vanilla and cinnamon and home.
(A/N) Sorry for the wait guys, things have just gotten a little crazy. So here's a little happy/sad Dotty moment for you all.
Lamanth xx