Sorry for the sadness ladies. In my mind, I saw it coming. But I also see it getting better. Glad people are still reading this. I promise on my upcoming stories that they'll be updated more often. But thanks for the reviews.

Chapter 57-Moving In

At 6:30, Sasha woke up to her alarm going off. Smacking it to the floor, she kicked her legs over the bed. She took a quick shower and dressed in pajama pants and a tank top. She crept to Jayden's room to gather her son. She lifted Jayden's arm, which was protectively wrapped around Desmond's body, and laid it to the side. Carefully picking up Desmond, she grabbed his carrier from the floor and walked back to her bedroom.

She changed and re-dressed her son, who was still sleeping. As quiet as she could, she grabbed the carrier, his suitcase, and diaper bag downstairs and to the living room. Her brother would be arriving soon and she wanted to be ready. Sasha jogged back upstairs. She stopped at Jayden's room first, kissing the sleeping girl on her cheek.

"Don't give him too much hell," she whispered, smoothing her hair back.

Sasha ran to her room and grabbed her suitcases and the letters that still lay on the table. Shutting off the light, she exited the room. She dropped her bags off at the door and walked down the hall, where Vince was sleeping on the lower level of the house. She crept down the stairs, which for once didn't squeak. Finding Vince sprawled on out the pull-out bed, she couldn't help but smile and cry at the same time. She was going to miss waking up next to that everyday. His hair was messy, he was snoring, but he still looked so peaceful. She placed his note on the TV where she knew he would find it.

"I love you Vincent. Don't lose hope babe," she whispered, kissing his lips as light as she could.

Hesitantly, Sasha walked back up the stairs to the living room. Upon reaching the area, a green Chevy Tahoe pulled up outside the house. Opening the door, Sasha walked out to the car. She noticed another person riding shotgun.

"Shaye, this here pretty lass is my sister, Sasha. Sasha, this is my best friend, Shaye," Sasha shook hands with the girl. Cute girl Charlie, Sasha thought. Shaye had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. As she stepped out of the car, Sasha got a better look at her. She was petite, standing at about 5'4". She wore tight, black jeans and a white tank top. She had a white baseball cap on backwards. From first glance, she looked like a Barbie.

"Nice to meet ya Shaye," Sasha said, shaking her hand. She smiled and nodded. "I need your help Charlie," Sasha said, motioning her head to the house. Charlie hesitantly got out the car, afraid that Vince was still after him. "Don't worry, he's asleep," Sasha smiled, walking back to the house. She grabbed her keys and cell phone and tucked them into her pockets. She grabbed the carry-cot and his things, carrying them to the car. She buckled the car seat into the car safely and jumped in the back all whilst her brother loaded her things in the trunk.

Shaye stood outside the car. She seemed to be waiting for something.

"Shaye, you okay girl?" Sasha asked her, receiving a nod. She hadn't said a word since they pulled up.

"I brought her down here to drive your car up. I figured you'd want it with you instead of being hauled back and forth. Don't worry, she's a great driver," Charlie said, noticing the uncomfortable look on Sasha's face.

Sasha reached in her pockets and tossed Shaye the keys. She pointed to the Porsche, receiving a nod from Sasha. She made a thumbs up gesture, making Sasha laugh. After everything was loaded, they pulled out of the driveway, Shaye close behind.

"So, what's up with Shaye? She your girlfriend or what?" Sasha questioned.

"No way. We're just pals. She came back to America with me from London," Charlie responded.

"She's not much for words is she?" Sasha asked, looking in the side mirror at her car.

"She doesn't talk. She can, she just chooses not too," Charlie replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"And that doesn't bother you?" Sasha asked as she guided to him to the Toretto house.

"Not really. She'll say a word here and there. This it?" he asked, pulling up to the small, white house. Sasha nodded and excused herself as she jumped out of the car. She ran up to the house and placed the envelope in the mail holder. She ran back to the car and they drove off.

-x-

Vince woke up that morning with a banging headache. His back hurt on the pull-out couch. He sat up, glancing at the television. He noticed the note that sat upon it and stood to get it. He took it with him as he stomped up the stairs for breakfast. Once he made it to the kitchen, he noticed it was empty. There was no food going and it scared him. Glancing back at the note, he sat down at a stool. He flipped it open and read it. Vince felt his heart crumble as he read the note over and over again. Tears sprung to his eyes as he ran up the hallway stairs. He ran to Desmond's room, and sure enough, it was empty. He ran to his old bedroom and flung the door open. It too was empty. Vince dropped to the floor by the bed, it holding him up. He let the tears in his eyes fall as realization set in.

Sasha was really gone. She had left him all alone. She took their son and she left him. Vince heard footsteps, but didn't try to wipe away his tears. He felt a pair of arms wrap around his body, which only sent him into a rift of cries. The arms were a lot smaller than his. Jayden sat next to him on the floor while still holding him. She was crying herself, but knew it felt better to not to cry alone.

"It'll be okay Uncle V. She'll come back. Come on, I'll fix breakfast," Jayden said, standing from the floor. She helped her upset uncle from the floor and down the stairs.

She started cooking, which she learned from Ricky and Sasha. She cooked up Vince an egg omelet with link sausages on the side. She handed him a cup of coffee and made herself a bowl of cereal.

"Did you talk to her last night?" Vince asked once he had managed to calm is cries.

"A little. She said she'll be back soon. She needs time to clear her head," Jayden said, shoveling cereal into her mouth.

Vince was about to respond but was interrupted by the roaring of race cars. Both turned to look out the window. Letty's Lexus and the Jetta was parked on the curb. Vince turned back around as Letty burst through the door, Diana behind her.

"Vince, what the hell is this?!" Letty asked, holding the note in her hand. Vince didn't bother turning around, he just kept eating his food.

"V! Don't ignore me! What's going on with you and her?!" Letty yelled again, smacking Vince in the back of his head.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around slowly. He looked at her with menacing, threatening eyes. She didn't budge, returning the glare to him.

"I got one too Leticia. My wife took my son and left me, so excuse me if I'm not up for your bullshit," Vince yelled, tossing his note in her face. He dumped his plate in the trash.

"Go get dressed, I'll take you to school," Diana said to Jayden, taking a seat on the stool. Jay nodded and jogged up the stairs.

"Vince, you can't let her go. You gotta go get her. That's what she wants, can't you see?" Letty said, following Vince upstairs to the bedroom. He flopped down on the bed, unsure of what to do next.

"I'm not. As much as I want too, I can't. She wants her space. For once in our marriage, I'm going to listen to her. If she thinks it's for the best, then I believe her." Vince said, almost breaking down. He stripped off his shirt, not caring who was watching.

"V, I admire what you're saying. But she needs you right now. No matter how far she is, she needs you right now. Go get her V," Letty begged, hoping she could get through. Honestly, she didn't want V moping around her house about he and Sasha.

"No. Not yet. She'll come back when she's ready," Vince said, grabbing some clothes and walking to the adjoining bathroom.

Sighing, Letty walked down the stairs to join Diana and Jayden. They looked at her, wondering if it worked. Shaking her head, she just left the house. Diana sighed, following her. Jayden grabbed her backpack and followed them out the house.

Upstairs in the shower, Vince was standing in the corner of the tub, bawling his eyes out. He didn't want to admit it, but he already felt hopeless now that she was gone. She took all he had with her. But he knew he had brought it upon himself. He had turned into a person that couldn't have been tolerated in a mental institution. He had become a monster. Before, he was so loving and caring toward Sasha. He fell in love with her when she was just seventeen, knowing in the back of his mind, they couldn't be together. He was four years old than her, he was a man. Where he was from, it was frowned upon. He waited until she was nineteen until he realized he couldn't take it anymore. He told her how he felt and they were together. It was as simple as that.

As they grew older, the simplicity of their relationship became difficult. Vince spent most of his time at the bar or out clubbing with Leon, Sasha spent her sister and friends. Once they were married, they were smooth sailing. They were happy, truly happy together. They spent most of their time together. They were the center of each other's attention. But once Desmond was born, Sasha had to dedicated more of her time to him. Though Vince loved and cherished his baby boy, he felt that Sasha was neglecting him.

"You always fuck up a good thing Vince. She was the only one who gave two shits about you. The only one to look past your high school education, or your mechanic job. She was the only one who cared. You have to get her back Vincent," Vince said out loud, not caring if Letty was still in his room.

xxx

In Pasadena…

"Okay, we're here," Charlie said, waking his sleeping sister in the passenger seat.

Sitting up, Sasha looked around the neighborhood. Far different from Echo Park, she thought to herself. The houses were relatively large. The yards were cut to perfection and there was a nice car in every driveway. It looked more like Beverly Hills. Looking at the home she'd be staying in, she smiled. The home was a small, two-story home. It was light blue with dark blue shutters and a large, Tuscan Villa mahogany door. There was a two-car driveway and the grass was cut perfect.

"This is beautiful," Sasha said, stepping out of the Tahoe.

Charlie gathered her suitcases from the back of the Tahoe, shutting the door when finished.

"It's okay. I'm one lonely bloke though," Charlie smiled, leaning against the back of the Tahoe. They were waiting for Shaye to appear with Sasha's car.

Sasha walked around to the back of the car, this time, with Desmond and his bags in hand. She'd have to return for the car seat after they were in the house.

Charlie walked and opened the house door for Sasha and ran back out to the car. She was amazed at how neat and clean the inside of Charlie's home was. She suspected a woman had to have lived there for it to be so well put-together.

Upon first entering the home, the smell of roses and blueberry aroused Sasha's nostrils. The living room, which had burgundy walls, was equipped with two cream colored sofas. In the center of the room was a fairly large, oval-shaped glass coffee table. Behind the table sat a Sony 60" HDTV with a mean surround sound. Before the television was a large window, which exposed the home to all outside. Still holding Desmond, Sasha continued to explore the house. Across from the living room was the dining area, which was also painted a deep burgundy color. There was a large, round, wooden table in the middle, settings for four people. There was an adjoining door to the living room, which Sasha presumed led to the kitchen.

"Here, I'll go put him in the guest room. You can keep touring the house," Charlie said, taking his nephew from Sasha's arms. She snapped out of her daze and handed him over.

She finally moved from her place by the door and walked straight, leading herself down a narrow hallway. On the dark red walls were photographs. There was a large family portrait of Charlie and what Sasha presumed was his mother. She looks just like you kid, Sasha thought. The woman had long dark hair and deep brown eyes, similar to Charlie's eyes. They even bore the same smile. Sasha continued his tour down the hallway, spotting a fairly large bathroom on the right. Once she reached the end of the hall, there was a staircase and door next to it. Before she had gotten the chance to explore it, there was a honk outside.

"I thought you stole my car for a second," Sasha said, smiling as she made her way out the door. Shaye held up a bag of McDonalds, explaining the reason for her delay. Sasha nodded, remembering she didn't talk. "Thanks," she said, taking the keys from Shaye's hand.

Sasha grabbed the car seat from the back of the Chevy Tahoe and carried it into the house. Charlie was coming down the hallway as Sasha and Shaye entered the house.

"How do you like the pad, mate?" Charlie asked, shoving his hands into his pocket.

"Are you kidding? I love this place. It's beautiful Charlie. Really nice for a cop," Sasha smiled, playfully punching his arm.

"Thanks. I put Desmond and his things in the room you'll be staying in upstairs," Charlie said, taking one of the McDonald's bags from his friend.

"So Shaye, do you two live together?" Sasha asked, wiggling her eyebrows at the attractive girl. Shaye laughed then shook her head, pointing out the window at a small, yellow home across the street. Sasha nodded in approval of the bungalow. "Well Charlie, I hate to cut this short but I think I'm going to get some rest. Bye Shaye, thanks again."

"Second door on the left," Charlie said, watching his sister walk to the end of the hallway.

Climbing the stairs, Sasha found the room Charlie instructed. The room was just as luxurious as the lower part of the home. The walls were light blue, which looked good with the cream queen-size bed. Across from the bed sat a 50" Plasma television.

"Is the bastard rich?" Sasha mumbled, crawling onto the bed next to her sleeping son. The comforters were blue and white floral, but fluffy as well as warm.

Just as Sasha felt herself falling into a slumber, her cell phone rang. Groaning, she pulled the device from her back pocket and put it to her ear.

"Yes," she answered, weariness evident in her tone.

"I don't know what you're doing or what kind of games you're playing, but Vince is torn up. You need to be here with him, not out doing your own thing," Dom yelled into her ear.

Pissed off, Sasha sat up on the bed.

"You know what Dom? This hasn't a goddamn thing to do with you! It's between Vince and I. We need space from each other. He needs time to relax and I'm giving it to him," she said as loud as she could without waking her son.

"That's bullshit Sasha! Vince needs you here! He needs to see his son. He's been moping around the garage crying like a baby. I'm tired of the way you've been treating him. First, you creep around with Ricky. Now you pull this bull-" Dom began ranting.

"First of all Dom, you don't know shit about what me and Vince are going through! You don't need to run to his aide every time he's having some trouble! He's not a baby, so quit babying him Dominic! Vince will cope in his own way just as I am. You think I'm happy about breaking his heart?! I'm not Dom, okay! I love Vince and it killed me to hurt him. Look, I don't need to explain myself to you," Sasha yelled, closing her phone shut.

Thinking twice, she flipped it open and turned it off. Crawling back under the covers, she finally drifted off into the sleep she needed.

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I know, pointless chapter. I just couldn't think of anything else to go into it. I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can. Read&review please.

-Kita