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Summary: Letty has loved Dom since she met him, but she never thought she would have chance with him. After years, of cruel teasing and harsh treatment from Dom, she finally begins to get over him. By her sixteenth birthday, she realizes she just might be able to live with out him. But as Letty is getting over Dom, he is falling in love with her. Will Dom be able to tell Letty how he feels? Will it be too late? Each chapter will alternate POV between Dom and Letty.
A/n Ok I liked where my song fic was headed so I decided this is going to dig deeper into that plot and turn in it an entire story.
Letty's POV
He had no idea why I was crying I knew it. He probably thought he had hurt me again, but in reality, they were tears of joy this time. I was so overwhelmed with happiness as he was actually being kind to me for once. If taking the blame for everything he did would make him be this way towards me, I would take the blame forever. He sat back against the bedpost, bringing me down with him. I nestled against his somewhat firm pecks and drifted off to sleep. That had been one of the happiest moments of my life.
I had moved into the neighborhood when I was nine because my father who I lived with in Florida had died in Desert Storm. I had been sent to live with my mother who had gone from a struggling waitress, to a bitchy-ass crack whore. She always had boyfriends in and out of the house, and when I was thirteen I think, she had actually married one of them. I missed my father so much and I always wore his dog tags around my neck, even when I slept. A few weeks after I had moved in, I met Mia. At first I thought she was too prissy, but after I got to know her, I wanted to be her. Mia was a year older than I was and she was beautiful. She had a million friends, half of who were boys, but boys had koodies (lol) so I didn't understand what she saw in them.
I was finally getting into the hang of life when she introduced me to her brother. I was nine when I met him for the first time, he was eleven and Mia was ten. I was in awe when I met him. He was absolutely the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen, even if he was a skinny guy with a short afro. Mia had taken me to her house and introduced me to everyone that day, her father, Mr. Ray, Vince and Dom. Mia made plans for me to spend the night and when I told Mr. Ray who my parents were, he told me I was always welcome over at the house.
After that, I wanted to find out everything I could about Dom. What he was interested in, what foods he liked what kind of girls he liked. Mia accused me of having a crush, but I always denied it. I knew if I started wearing nice clothes and skirts, which I had always said no to before, Mia would know I did like her older brother. So, with that in mind, I had to try a new way of getting close to him. I found out he loved cars, so I started researching engines and cars. Over the years, I grew to love cars simply for themselves rather than because Dom loved them, but I was always trying to prove myself to him.
I remember one night, I was at home for a change, but only because Mr. Ray said I should let my parents know where I was. I had come home and thought I was alone since the house was totally silent. I was just grabbing some more clothes and was walking out the door when my stepdad, Steve, appeared in the living room. My mom stumbled in from the kitchen and handed Steve a beer. He looked at the label and threw the bottle to the floor. I jumped back in surprise as tiny pieces of glass flew everywhere and the stench of alcohol flooded my nostrils. My mom screamed as he shoved part of the glass at her. "Look at this, you dirty slut!" he yelled at her while shoving the glass with the label up to her eyes, "I drink MGD, not this shit! Go make some money and buy me MY kind of beer!"
"Don't you touch her!" I screamed as I flew at him. I got two good punches in before he grabbed me by my hair. I cried out in pain as I felt tiny stings across my scalp. I knew he had ripped a good chunk out, but he wasn't stopping there. His knee connected with my middle and I crumpled in a heap on the floor, feeling as though my stomach had just exploded. He pulled me back to my feet and punched my hard in the jaw. I tasted blood as my head fell back. I could distantly hear him yelling at my mother. One more hit to the face, and I was gone.
I woke up lying on the sidewalk. It was completely dark outside with only one street lamp creating a pool of soft orange light around me. My bag had been tossed next to me, and I knew at that moment that I could never go back there. I tried to stand, but I immediately doubled over as pain coursed through my torso and face. Putting my finger to my mouth, I could feel he had knocked a few teeth crooked. Great. My right eye was swollen I could barely open it. I had decided to just sleep on the curb instead of taking the painful walk to the Toretto's house, when I felt myself being scooped up off the cement.
My head slumped against his chest and I deeply inhaled. I loved the smell of Dominic, the sweat, the smell of the garage, the long forgotten cologne. "Don't worry, Letty," he whispered quietly as he bent to get my bag, "You'll never have to go back there again." I could feel him shift as he walked towards his house. I smelled the house, felt its warmth as we entered. Mia was immediately fussing over me, and Dom told her take me upstairs while he talked to their father. While Mia checked out my bruises and cleaned my cuts, she assured me that I could stay with them. I knew it was true, that I could stay as long as I wanted, but I hated feeling like I was in the way.
I drifted to sleep, but woke up suddenly when I saw Steve in my dreams. My hair was plastered to my face with sweat and I was panting outrageously. Dom jumped up from where he had been dosing on the floor. "What? What is it?" he asked groggily.
"Nothing," I felt so stupid for getting scared by a dream, "Just a nightmare." I tried to play it off, but Dom knew it had really frightened me. He climbed up off the floor and lay down next to me. He was careful to keep himself on top of the covers while I was beneath them.
"Don't worry," he said looking at me, "I won't let anything happen to you." His eyes held mine and he looked as though he was itching to do or say something but just couldn't bring himself to do it. Knowing he wasn't going to give in and just say whatever it was, I turned over and closed my eyes. Here I am Leticia Garcia, fifteen-years-old, in the same bed as Dominic Toretto I thought to myself. That little idea was enough to keep the nightmares away for the rest of the night.
Summary: Letty has loved Dom since she met him, but she never thought she would have chance with him. After years, of cruel teasing and harsh treatment from Dom, she finally begins to get over him. By her sixteenth birthday, she realizes she just might be able to live with out him. But as Letty is getting over Dom, he is falling in love with her. Will Dom be able to tell Letty how he feels? Will it be too late? Each chapter will alternate POV between Dom and Letty.
A/n Ok I liked where my song fic was headed so I decided this is going to dig deeper into that plot and turn in it an entire story.
Letty's POV
He had no idea why I was crying I knew it. He probably thought he had hurt me again, but in reality, they were tears of joy this time. I was so overwhelmed with happiness as he was actually being kind to me for once. If taking the blame for everything he did would make him be this way towards me, I would take the blame forever. He sat back against the bedpost, bringing me down with him. I nestled against his somewhat firm pecks and drifted off to sleep. That had been one of the happiest moments of my life.
I had moved into the neighborhood when I was nine because my father who I lived with in Florida had died in Desert Storm. I had been sent to live with my mother who had gone from a struggling waitress, to a bitchy-ass crack whore. She always had boyfriends in and out of the house, and when I was thirteen I think, she had actually married one of them. I missed my father so much and I always wore his dog tags around my neck, even when I slept. A few weeks after I had moved in, I met Mia. At first I thought she was too prissy, but after I got to know her, I wanted to be her. Mia was a year older than I was and she was beautiful. She had a million friends, half of who were boys, but boys had koodies (lol) so I didn't understand what she saw in them.
I was finally getting into the hang of life when she introduced me to her brother. I was nine when I met him for the first time, he was eleven and Mia was ten. I was in awe when I met him. He was absolutely the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen, even if he was a skinny guy with a short afro. Mia had taken me to her house and introduced me to everyone that day, her father, Mr. Ray, Vince and Dom. Mia made plans for me to spend the night and when I told Mr. Ray who my parents were, he told me I was always welcome over at the house.
After that, I wanted to find out everything I could about Dom. What he was interested in, what foods he liked what kind of girls he liked. Mia accused me of having a crush, but I always denied it. I knew if I started wearing nice clothes and skirts, which I had always said no to before, Mia would know I did like her older brother. So, with that in mind, I had to try a new way of getting close to him. I found out he loved cars, so I started researching engines and cars. Over the years, I grew to love cars simply for themselves rather than because Dom loved them, but I was always trying to prove myself to him.
I remember one night, I was at home for a change, but only because Mr. Ray said I should let my parents know where I was. I had come home and thought I was alone since the house was totally silent. I was just grabbing some more clothes and was walking out the door when my stepdad, Steve, appeared in the living room. My mom stumbled in from the kitchen and handed Steve a beer. He looked at the label and threw the bottle to the floor. I jumped back in surprise as tiny pieces of glass flew everywhere and the stench of alcohol flooded my nostrils. My mom screamed as he shoved part of the glass at her. "Look at this, you dirty slut!" he yelled at her while shoving the glass with the label up to her eyes, "I drink MGD, not this shit! Go make some money and buy me MY kind of beer!"
"Don't you touch her!" I screamed as I flew at him. I got two good punches in before he grabbed me by my hair. I cried out in pain as I felt tiny stings across my scalp. I knew he had ripped a good chunk out, but he wasn't stopping there. His knee connected with my middle and I crumpled in a heap on the floor, feeling as though my stomach had just exploded. He pulled me back to my feet and punched my hard in the jaw. I tasted blood as my head fell back. I could distantly hear him yelling at my mother. One more hit to the face, and I was gone.
I woke up lying on the sidewalk. It was completely dark outside with only one street lamp creating a pool of soft orange light around me. My bag had been tossed next to me, and I knew at that moment that I could never go back there. I tried to stand, but I immediately doubled over as pain coursed through my torso and face. Putting my finger to my mouth, I could feel he had knocked a few teeth crooked. Great. My right eye was swollen I could barely open it. I had decided to just sleep on the curb instead of taking the painful walk to the Toretto's house, when I felt myself being scooped up off the cement.
My head slumped against his chest and I deeply inhaled. I loved the smell of Dominic, the sweat, the smell of the garage, the long forgotten cologne. "Don't worry, Letty," he whispered quietly as he bent to get my bag, "You'll never have to go back there again." I could feel him shift as he walked towards his house. I smelled the house, felt its warmth as we entered. Mia was immediately fussing over me, and Dom told her take me upstairs while he talked to their father. While Mia checked out my bruises and cleaned my cuts, she assured me that I could stay with them. I knew it was true, that I could stay as long as I wanted, but I hated feeling like I was in the way.
I drifted to sleep, but woke up suddenly when I saw Steve in my dreams. My hair was plastered to my face with sweat and I was panting outrageously. Dom jumped up from where he had been dosing on the floor. "What? What is it?" he asked groggily.
"Nothing," I felt so stupid for getting scared by a dream, "Just a nightmare." I tried to play it off, but Dom knew it had really frightened me. He climbed up off the floor and lay down next to me. He was careful to keep himself on top of the covers while I was beneath them.
"Don't worry," he said looking at me, "I won't let anything happen to you." His eyes held mine and he looked as though he was itching to do or say something but just couldn't bring himself to do it. Knowing he wasn't going to give in and just say whatever it was, I turned over and closed my eyes. Here I am Leticia Garcia, fifteen-years-old, in the same bed as Dominic Toretto I thought to myself. That little idea was enough to keep the nightmares away for the rest of the night.