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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 POV
I don't know why I was so quick to assure Letty I wasn't ashamed of her. So what if she thought I was? Its not like we were together, right? I had to leave; I had to go clear my mind. I hoped into the black '93 Accord my father and I had fixed up for my sixteenth birthday. I took on last glance at the house, I don't know why but for some reason, I wanted to go back inside. I wanted to hold her, kiss her, tell her how I felt. No, I couldn't, I was no good for Letty. I had to go.
I backed out of the driveway and drove to Max Freeman's garage across town. My father had helped me get a summer job there last year and Max, the owner, had always said I could come in whenever, that I always had a job waiting. I wasn't going there for a job though, I should ask, I thought, since I guess, I run the house now. It was still hard to believe, hard to accept the fact that I would never see my dad again, that I would never taste his delicious BBQ chicken, be able to talk to him about the Charger, or watch him race. The wounds from the pain were still fresh, so I tried to push them away. I guess I had a problem with that, pushing away what I felt. I suppose you could call it a bad habit, but for some reason, I always did it, and it always came back to bite me in the ass.
I pulled into the garage, but found out from Tim, one of my co-workers from the previous summer, that Max wasn't there today. Great, the only other father-type guy I knew wasn't at work today. I decide to just sit down for a second and clear my head before I took the drive home. Back to Letty, back to Letty's hurt eyes, back to Letty's questions. I put my head in my hands and just tried to search for an answer. A customer coming in interrupted my thoughts. The voice rang familiar to my ears and I pulled my head up to see who was talking. Kenny Linder stood across the garage, talking with Tim about his victory. He smiled triumphantly as Tim took his trophy and sat it on a shelf, muttering a few words about Ray Toretto's death. I caught bits and pieces like, Ray was a great racer and a wonderful man. All Linder had to say about it was that it was sad, but there was nothing they could do about it.
My visions clouded as I stood up, my fist curling around a wrench next to me. I felt myself walk towards the guys, but I didn't feel my arm lift and bring the wrench down across Linder's head. In seconds he was on the floor, blood pouring from his lips. I tried to stop myself, but the wrench just kept hitting him over and over again, each time drawing blood from a new batch of freshly bruised skin. Seconds had passed, but it seemed like hours, finally Tim and a few other mechanics pulled me off of Linder. Someone had called 911 and I pulled my head back together. Realizing what was going on, I ran for my car and sped home as quickly as I could.
Letty was still the only one there, I could smell her scent in the air. She was in the kitchen, humming to the radio that was playing. The water was running as I walked in. The plate she was drying fell from her hands as she saw me, shattering into hundreds of pieces on the floor. "Dom what happened," she said, obviously talking about the blood that had been splattered across my shirt.
"Letty something happened," I began to explain, "I saw Linder at Max's. I didn't mean to hit him, I just couldn't stop myself." Her eyes looked concerned as she nodded silently. She walked over to me, her feet crunching on the broken plate, and pulled me into her arms. I felt the warmth of her tears as she cried on my shoulder and I felt my own eyes begin to water. I was going to jail; I felt it in the pit of my stomach. I was leaving my family, my life, my Letty behind. My Letty? No, she doesn't belong to you, Dom, remember, you told her she was a mistake. I heard the sirens ringing in the distance, their horrible screams coming closer and closer to take me away.
There was a loud banging on the door and Letty's eyes found mine. Her tears flowed freely now as she silently refused to let them take me away. I heard them break down the door, but my eyes never left Letty. Police swarmed into the house and grabbed a hold of me. They pulled my hands behind my back and cuffed me, but all I could feel was the pain of being torn from Letty's arms. She didn't say one word as they drug me out of the house, only stared and cried. A large empty feeling consumed me as we drove to the police station, the thought of years without my family, my Letty, too much for me to bear.
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 POV
I don't know why I was so quick to assure Letty I wasn't ashamed of her. So what if she thought I was? Its not like we were together, right? I had to leave; I had to go clear my mind. I hoped into the black '93 Accord my father and I had fixed up for my sixteenth birthday. I took on last glance at the house, I don't know why but for some reason, I wanted to go back inside. I wanted to hold her, kiss her, tell her how I felt. No, I couldn't, I was no good for Letty. I had to go.
I backed out of the driveway and drove to Max Freeman's garage across town. My father had helped me get a summer job there last year and Max, the owner, had always said I could come in whenever, that I always had a job waiting. I wasn't going there for a job though, I should ask, I thought, since I guess, I run the house now. It was still hard to believe, hard to accept the fact that I would never see my dad again, that I would never taste his delicious BBQ chicken, be able to talk to him about the Charger, or watch him race. The wounds from the pain were still fresh, so I tried to push them away. I guess I had a problem with that, pushing away what I felt. I suppose you could call it a bad habit, but for some reason, I always did it, and it always came back to bite me in the ass.
I pulled into the garage, but found out from Tim, one of my co-workers from the previous summer, that Max wasn't there today. Great, the only other father-type guy I knew wasn't at work today. I decide to just sit down for a second and clear my head before I took the drive home. Back to Letty, back to Letty's hurt eyes, back to Letty's questions. I put my head in my hands and just tried to search for an answer. A customer coming in interrupted my thoughts. The voice rang familiar to my ears and I pulled my head up to see who was talking. Kenny Linder stood across the garage, talking with Tim about his victory. He smiled triumphantly as Tim took his trophy and sat it on a shelf, muttering a few words about Ray Toretto's death. I caught bits and pieces like, Ray was a great racer and a wonderful man. All Linder had to say about it was that it was sad, but there was nothing they could do about it.
My visions clouded as I stood up, my fist curling around a wrench next to me. I felt myself walk towards the guys, but I didn't feel my arm lift and bring the wrench down across Linder's head. In seconds he was on the floor, blood pouring from his lips. I tried to stop myself, but the wrench just kept hitting him over and over again, each time drawing blood from a new batch of freshly bruised skin. Seconds had passed, but it seemed like hours, finally Tim and a few other mechanics pulled me off of Linder. Someone had called 911 and I pulled my head back together. Realizing what was going on, I ran for my car and sped home as quickly as I could.
Letty was still the only one there, I could smell her scent in the air. She was in the kitchen, humming to the radio that was playing. The water was running as I walked in. The plate she was drying fell from her hands as she saw me, shattering into hundreds of pieces on the floor. "Dom what happened," she said, obviously talking about the blood that had been splattered across my shirt.
"Letty something happened," I began to explain, "I saw Linder at Max's. I didn't mean to hit him, I just couldn't stop myself." Her eyes looked concerned as she nodded silently. She walked over to me, her feet crunching on the broken plate, and pulled me into her arms. I felt the warmth of her tears as she cried on my shoulder and I felt my own eyes begin to water. I was going to jail; I felt it in the pit of my stomach. I was leaving my family, my life, my Letty behind. My Letty? No, she doesn't belong to you, Dom, remember, you told her she was a mistake. I heard the sirens ringing in the distance, their horrible screams coming closer and closer to take me away.
There was a loud banging on the door and Letty's eyes found mine. Her tears flowed freely now as she silently refused to let them take me away. I heard them break down the door, but my eyes never left Letty. Police swarmed into the house and grabbed a hold of me. They pulled my hands behind my back and cuffed me, but all I could feel was the pain of being torn from Letty's arms. She didn't say one word as they drug me out of the house, only stared and cried. A large empty feeling consumed me as we drove to the police station, the thought of years without my family, my Letty, too much for me to bear.