A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed. This chapter was transferred from my notebook in a hurry so there might be some mistakes here and there. This chapter is pretty long for some reason, but I hope you guys like. Lemme know what ya think…
Chapter 2: First Night
After showering at a friend's house, Matilda loaded the last bag into her already stuffed car. She glanced at the house she and her brother had called home for the last 10 years and sighed. She fixed the dark blue beanie on her head, before getting into her car and driving over to the Toretto's.
When she got there, five minutes later, she could already smell the BBQ that they were famous for. After parking across the street, she took a deep breath in and grabbed on to the steering wheel. "You have to make this work. It's either this or you go back onto the streets again," she said to herself, before getting out of the car.
She looked down at the outfit she was currently wearing- a dark blue with white capris and white and dark blue air dunks, wondering if she looked fins. Matty felt something move behind her and when she turned, she found Vince getting out of his car. She groaned, not realizing he was there. "Fucking tints," she muttered. "Do you always talk to yourself?"
"Do you always make it your objective to get on everybody's nerves?" She replied, crossing her arms as he approached her. "Actually, I haven't even gotten started yet. I just saw you talking to yourself and decided to stop by. Desperate for conversation aren't we?" He said, a slick grin on his face. Matty leaned against her car and took in a deep breath, looking at the house and replaying in her head the conversation she had with herself just a minute ago.
"Dom told us you would be staying with the team. Mia already yelled at us to be on our best behavior, so don't make this any harder that it has to be," Vince said, grabbing a couple of her bags from her car. "Where you going?" She asked, as he crossed the street. "Come on, I'll give you a tour before I take you to the yard."
He can't be that bad, she said to herself, grabbing some bags also and following him into the house. Vince led her through the house and down the stairs to the basement. He quickly pointed out the bathroom and the guys respective rooms. "Dom and Letty moved into his parent's old room, so Leon and Jesse usually bunk up stairs in their old room. So you might just see them when they grab a change of clothes," he said, walking over to the last door.
Vince opened it up, revealing a moderate sized bedroom with a full size bed and a dresser. "It's not much, but you could bring in some of the furniture from your house and make it comfy and shit," he said, placing her bags on the bed. "Move out the way Martha! Vince's décor of dirty tank top over dirty tank top is taking over the world," she said in a fake presenter voice, receiving a growl in response.
He glanced up at her, an angry scowl on his face. Just as Vince was about to reply with one of his brutish lines, she cut him off. "I know your number, Vince. Everyone does, so don't try to play nice. Don't treat me any different than the rest because of what's going on. I'm tired of people feeling sorry for me. Just suck it up and be your normal bitchy self," she said.
Vince grunted and cocked an eyebrow. "You're gonna regret that," he said. Matty scoffed and feigned fear. "Good luck with that," she replied, throwing her bags on the floor. He motioned to the stairs and she followed him, about to make her big debut.
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To Matty, it all seemed to move in slow motion. The food, the laughing, and the happiness felt weird to her. It had been 6 months since she felt in place and six months since she felt like her old self again. For the last six months, she had been lost, but now felt somewhat at ease with herself.
"You would think the asshole would have a half-assed response to that, but he just took it?" Jesse asked Letty. They were currently in the middle of some story involving a trucker and a nun. Seconds later, Letty's responses brought the table to tears in laughter. "It's overwhelming, but you'll get used to it," Mia whispered, from behind her, and handed her a Snapple. Matty glanced at it and frowned. "Sorry in advance for the bitchy ass comment that is sure to leave my mouth any time soon- but what the fuck is this?" She asked, motioning to the Snapple.
The table quieted down at her words. "You're 19, Matty. Around here, there's only thing we do that is illegal, and that's racing, chica," Letty said. Matty slowly took the Snapple and placed in on the table, a look of horror on her face. She ran her eyes around the table, landing on Dom, for she knew his word was the law the Toretto household.
"I'm fucking 19, bitchy and Hispanic. Last time I checked, I'm not dumb, deaf and blind. So with that said, it's either a Corona with dinner or death for all," she said, reaching for an unopened bottle that was in the middle of the table.
The team watched as she did some weird thing with the underside of the chair, catching the bottle top between the corners and popping the top off, amazed at how versatile she was. She then proceeded to drink half of the bottle in one swig, slamming the Corona down on the table in victory.
The team stared around the table, not knowing what to do next. "Well at least we know she really is related to Hector," Vince said out of nowhere, sending the table into a fit of laughter, when they remembered a drinking competition he and Vince had a couple of years ago.
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Matty was currently unpacking her bags when she heard the voices at the foot of the stairs. Races? Tonight?, she thought to herself, after hearing the conversation. She knew the Toretto ways, hell everyone on the racing scene knew. The whole team, with no exceptions, was to be at the races. They leave together and arrive together. She knew that living under the Toretto roof would place her in a position that she wasn't ready to be in yet.
It had been six months since she had been part of any street race. She felt her stomach toss and turn at the though of approaching any race ever again- the biggest reminder of her brother and of his dreams. She knew it was required on her part, but she would be damned if she would enjoy it.
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Matty heard the footsteps above her and new it was time. She emerged from the basement dressed in low-rise black leather pants and cut-off black shirt that was held together in the back by four criss-crossed strings. The shirt revealed ample cleavage, a toned back and a toned stomach since it stopped a couple of inches underneath her breasts.
Her make-up was simple- heavy eyeliner, mascara and shiny brown lip gloss. Her hair was sleeked back in a high ponytail, showing off high cheekbones, her long neck, toned shoulders, a mural of various tattoos on her body.
She watched as they drank her in, eyeing her from head to toe. She felt like they could see right through her and straight into her soul. Matty cleared her throat, trying to end the eerie silence that had taken hold of the room. "Take a fucking picture, will you?" She said, heading to the front door.
And with that they were off.
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Matty sat inside her car, nervous as fuck. She looked through her tinted windows at all the people walking around her and cursed silently. I wonder how they've been doing it lately. Did they get someone new? How fast did they replace him?, she thought to herself. She knew that she had to get out of the car before someone came over and made an ass out her.
She took one deep breath and opened the door, climbing out of her car and releasing it slowly. She looked at all the people and her heart dropped.
Everything looked exactly the same as it did that fateful night.
Show. Warehouses. Races. Cops. Split up. East. West. Truck. Blood. Phone call. Tears. Grief. Death.
It was like a bad remake to her of that night Hector died. The night she died. Tears were slowly springing to her eyes, but stopped suddenly when she spotted Toretto heading her way. Matty quickly closed her car door, and leaned against it.
"Stay by your car at all times. I race. I win. We go home and party. Got it? No drama or nothing like Mr. Pleasant over there," he said, motioning to Vince, who was currently being held back by Leon and Edwin from beating in some guys face. Matty rolled her eyes and stepped up to him. "I live under your roof, Dom. That's it. I'm grown or have you forgotten I've been coming to races since I was little. You have no responsibility with me at all. I'll work for and keep my share just like everyone else. So why don't you keep the pleasantries to yourself?"
Matilda walked away, leaving Dom staring after her, grinding his teeth together in anger. No one never dissed or dismissed him. And whether they liked it or not, he was the king- in the streets and most definitely in his castle.
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Matty slowly backed herself up on the guy behind her, grinding her ass on to him along with the heavy beat of the music. The Toretto house was currently packed to the max with racers and skanks, sweating and drinking the night away.
In one corner, Matty was dancing with a guy she met that very night and in the other Mia was dancing with another one. Mia winked and nodded at her, making her throw her head back in laughter. Well look at what we have here. I see that when Dom is upstairs playing with Letty, Prissy Miss Mia becomes a whole other person, Matty thought to herself, when Mia and the guy walked into the kitchen for a drink.
Matty continued dancing until the song ended and motioned to her dance partner that she need a drink. She wiped some sweat off her forehead and walked into the kitchen, not quite understanding the sight in front of her.
Mia was pinned to the wall by the guy she was dancing with, pleading to be let go. When Matty realized what was happening and how far down the guy's hands were inside Mia's pants, she saw red.
"Motherfucker," she said, getting his attention. She picked up an empty beer bottle from the kitchen table and decked him upside the head, breaking the glass. At the sound of the breaking glass, a crowd began to gather in the kitchen.
Through the pain, the guy lunged at her, but Matty was prepared. She gave him a right hook that staggered him, and then kicked him in the crotch, making him drop to his knees. She made a move to grab another beer bottle but was interrupted by a loud booming voice.
Dom.
With one quick move, he slammed her up against the kitchen wall, her head hitting the wall with a sickening thud. "NOOO!" Mia cried out, but that plea fell upon his deaf ears.
"Didn't I fucking tell you no damn drama?"