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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 the time she's sixteen, 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 it into an entire story.
Dom's words stabbed through me like a sharp dagger. I felt my eyes water as he walked towards the door, my bottom lip quivering uncontrollably. I couldn't believe what I had heard, like my mind hadn't yet caught up with my ears. Slowly, I let the fact that he had used me sink in. Pulling my jaw up off the floor, I curled into a tight little ball on the bed and cried. I don't remember when I had ever cried more, maybe when Mr. Ray died. No, nothing had ever compared to this feeling. I cried for hours, until I couldn't cry anymore. Telling myself I had to get up, that I wouldn't sulk as Dom had, I walked into the bathroom and took a hot shower.
The tears renewed themselves as I stood in the same spot Dom had kissed me only last night. I had thought in that moment that he really loved me, really cared for me as much as I did for him. But it was just a front, just so he could get some. The pain, the agony suddenly turned into anger. Quickly, I jumped out of the shower and dried myself off. If Dom was gonna be such an asshole, well I could certainly be one back. Pulling on some baggy jeans, I threw on a wife beater and stomped downstairs. Mia gave me a worried look as I stormed past her, out the back door, towards the garage. Dom and Vince were back there, working on some old Ford Taurus for the neighbor.
"Sup, Letty?" Vince smiled, but quickly turned back to the car as he saw my face. I waltzed straight up to a clueless Dom and knocked him straight in the jaw. His head fell back with the punch and he came right back up, with only a look of sorrow in his eyes. Even more enraged at his obvious cocky attitude, I hit him once again in the nose and brought my knee up to his groin. He yelped in pain and called out for V to get me off. Vince just stood completely dumbfounded that little Leticia Garcia was kicking the shit out of Dominic Toretto. Feeling a sudden rush of joy at kicking the crap outta him, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and brought my face to his.
My lips met his and I pulled back with a evil grin, "Love you too, asshole!" I uppercutted him in the jaw. He fell to the ground and I walked triumphantly back into the house. What the hell did you just do! I screamed at myself, but I couldn't take back what I had done. Dom deserved every minute of that, he took something from me, and I took something from him, his pride. As soon as I got up to my room, I knew I regretted doing it. I felt like I had stooped to his level and was now no better than he was. I refused to apologize to him, and I had to keep telling myself not to as I paced back and forth. Finally, realizing I had to do something, I decided to go talk to him. My heart raced as I walked down the steps. V was no where to be found and I couldn't hear Mia anywhere in the house. Dom was watching TV on the couch, looking as though he was going to kill someone. His jaw clenched as he saw me come into the room and he immediately turned his attention back to the TV.
"Dom," I said my voice barely audible, "Can I talk to you?" His glare once again met my eyes, and I nearly ran back up the stairs in fear.
"What the fuck do you want, Letty?" his voice boomed and a tiny vein flexed beneath his clenched jaw. Oh, he was pissed, very pissed. Way to go, Letty, I told myself, way to win him over.
"I'm not gonna apologize for hitting you," I began, walking over and sitting beside him, "Because I didn't do anything wrong."
"What the hell?" He stood up to his full six foot height, "You basically beat the shit outta me and your not gonna apologize."
I stood up and got in his face, that quick temper of mine never failing. "Well I was just a mistake remember?"
"Letty, I was drunk," Dom always had an excuse, "And when you took me in the shower, I just couldn't keep my hands off of you. I'm sorry I just don't feel that way about you."
"You lie!" I screamed. I knew he was lying, his eyes, his kiss, they both told the truth. He was in love with me, I knew it, and he just couldn't accept it. "What are you ashamed off me, Dominic Toretto? Ashamed of being seen with Letty Garcia, the little bitch no one wants?"
"Letty, I never said that!" Dom yelled back and immediately lowered his voice, "Letty I just need time to think." He brushed past me and walked out the front door. The alarm in his voice was enough to convince me that there was still hope that he cared about me. I fought the urge to run after him, tell him I loved him that I always had that I always would. Instead, I just stood there, praying to God that he felt the same way about me, that he would come back and tell me he loved me, but for some reason, I knew it wasn't going to be that way.
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 the time she's sixteen, 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 it into an entire story.
Dom's words stabbed through me like a sharp dagger. I felt my eyes water as he walked towards the door, my bottom lip quivering uncontrollably. I couldn't believe what I had heard, like my mind hadn't yet caught up with my ears. Slowly, I let the fact that he had used me sink in. Pulling my jaw up off the floor, I curled into a tight little ball on the bed and cried. I don't remember when I had ever cried more, maybe when Mr. Ray died. No, nothing had ever compared to this feeling. I cried for hours, until I couldn't cry anymore. Telling myself I had to get up, that I wouldn't sulk as Dom had, I walked into the bathroom and took a hot shower.
The tears renewed themselves as I stood in the same spot Dom had kissed me only last night. I had thought in that moment that he really loved me, really cared for me as much as I did for him. But it was just a front, just so he could get some. The pain, the agony suddenly turned into anger. Quickly, I jumped out of the shower and dried myself off. If Dom was gonna be such an asshole, well I could certainly be one back. Pulling on some baggy jeans, I threw on a wife beater and stomped downstairs. Mia gave me a worried look as I stormed past her, out the back door, towards the garage. Dom and Vince were back there, working on some old Ford Taurus for the neighbor.
"Sup, Letty?" Vince smiled, but quickly turned back to the car as he saw my face. I waltzed straight up to a clueless Dom and knocked him straight in the jaw. His head fell back with the punch and he came right back up, with only a look of sorrow in his eyes. Even more enraged at his obvious cocky attitude, I hit him once again in the nose and brought my knee up to his groin. He yelped in pain and called out for V to get me off. Vince just stood completely dumbfounded that little Leticia Garcia was kicking the shit out of Dominic Toretto. Feeling a sudden rush of joy at kicking the crap outta him, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and brought my face to his.
My lips met his and I pulled back with a evil grin, "Love you too, asshole!" I uppercutted him in the jaw. He fell to the ground and I walked triumphantly back into the house. What the hell did you just do! I screamed at myself, but I couldn't take back what I had done. Dom deserved every minute of that, he took something from me, and I took something from him, his pride. As soon as I got up to my room, I knew I regretted doing it. I felt like I had stooped to his level and was now no better than he was. I refused to apologize to him, and I had to keep telling myself not to as I paced back and forth. Finally, realizing I had to do something, I decided to go talk to him. My heart raced as I walked down the steps. V was no where to be found and I couldn't hear Mia anywhere in the house. Dom was watching TV on the couch, looking as though he was going to kill someone. His jaw clenched as he saw me come into the room and he immediately turned his attention back to the TV.
"Dom," I said my voice barely audible, "Can I talk to you?" His glare once again met my eyes, and I nearly ran back up the stairs in fear.
"What the fuck do you want, Letty?" his voice boomed and a tiny vein flexed beneath his clenched jaw. Oh, he was pissed, very pissed. Way to go, Letty, I told myself, way to win him over.
"I'm not gonna apologize for hitting you," I began, walking over and sitting beside him, "Because I didn't do anything wrong."
"What the hell?" He stood up to his full six foot height, "You basically beat the shit outta me and your not gonna apologize."
I stood up and got in his face, that quick temper of mine never failing. "Well I was just a mistake remember?"
"Letty, I was drunk," Dom always had an excuse, "And when you took me in the shower, I just couldn't keep my hands off of you. I'm sorry I just don't feel that way about you."
"You lie!" I screamed. I knew he was lying, his eyes, his kiss, they both told the truth. He was in love with me, I knew it, and he just couldn't accept it. "What are you ashamed off me, Dominic Toretto? Ashamed of being seen with Letty Garcia, the little bitch no one wants?"
"Letty, I never said that!" Dom yelled back and immediately lowered his voice, "Letty I just need time to think." He brushed past me and walked out the front door. The alarm in his voice was enough to convince me that there was still hope that he cared about me. I fought the urge to run after him, tell him I loved him that I always had that I always would. Instead, I just stood there, praying to God that he felt the same way about me, that he would come back and tell me he loved me, but for some reason, I knew it wasn't going to be that way.