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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 tore my eyes from my family, from Letty as I was dragged out of the courtroom. Fighting back tears, I tried to be strong as they put me in the transport, as they took away my whole life. Just staring out the window, the drive to Lompoc wasn't long enough, and I knew right then it was all over. As the gates opened, I looked into the faces of the prisoners, dirty, dangerous, not like me. I shouldn't be here; I wasn't like them. I wanted to scream wanted to run away, do anything to keep me out of the hellhole I was about to spend the next two years of my life. I wiped away a tear that streaked my face; I didn't want anyone to see me cry.
Finally pulling myself together, I made up my mind right there, if I was gonna be stuck here, I mine as well learn to deal with it. The look on Letty's face as I left the courtroom kept flashing in my mind, and suddenly, I wanted to beat the shit out of the police that were in the car. I wanted to kill them for taking me away from Letty, from Mia, from Vince. I turned my thoughts back to what was happening as I was helped out of the car. They escorted me to a room and took all my shit, put me in some coveralls and took me to my cell and briefed me on all the rules. I lay down on my bunk, my tears falling silently. I didn't care what anyone thought; I didn't care if they thought I was a pussy. I was only eighteen years old, and here I was, serving two years for attempted manslaughter.
"Get yo lazy asses up and stand infront of yo door!" a warden's voice boomed through the halls. Rising slowly from the bed, I walked over to my door. The warden stopped infront of my cell, his small beady eyes fastened on mine.
"Oh, I'm gonna have a lot of fun with your little ass! How old you boy?"
"Eighteen," I whispered fighting the urge to cry like a little schoolgirl.
"What the hell did you say?" he yelled in my face, only the bars to separate us.
"Eighteen, sir!" I kept my eyes fixed on his. I was determined to hold my own in this place. The warden smiled at me, his teeth a pearly white against his chocolate skin. It was more a grimace than a smile and it held a kind of knowing to it. He knew what kind of shit I was gonna get here and I didn't have a clue. Sure I had heard stories of people getting ass raped, beaten, killed in prison, but it was all so much more real now.
They took us out of our cells and walked us to the cafeteria. I sat alone when I got my food, all the eyes of the other guys on me. I got a few threatening looks from a group of Mexicans over buy the corner. A few big black guys at the end of my table looked at me like I was a piece of meat. I wanted to break down, wanted to just be able to go home to my family. I hated the feeling of being here, being utterly alone. Yeah, my first day in that place was hard, probably one of the hardest days of my life, but there was still more shit to come in that place.
I remember one morning I was working in the laundry department. They had us folding sheets, underwear, and the coveralls everyone wore. I was working with a guy named Freddie, he was ok, I guess. Never really talked much, but when he did, he always had something smart to say. One minute, I was folding sheets, the next moment, everything was black. I woke up with my hands pinned behind my back; some one was holding me. I turned and saw one of the big black guys from the cafeteria holding me. Several others were standing around me and I immediately tried to break free. "Oh no, boy," one of the big ones said, "We gotta break you in boy." I think you know what happened next. Needless to say, I lost all my pride that day and I cried so hard. I just wanted to get outta there, wanted to go home, go back to my life, but I knew I couldn't. Eventually, my pumping iron paid off and people stopped fucking with me, but that was the worst two years of my entire life.
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 tore my eyes from my family, from Letty as I was dragged out of the courtroom. Fighting back tears, I tried to be strong as they put me in the transport, as they took away my whole life. Just staring out the window, the drive to Lompoc wasn't long enough, and I knew right then it was all over. As the gates opened, I looked into the faces of the prisoners, dirty, dangerous, not like me. I shouldn't be here; I wasn't like them. I wanted to scream wanted to run away, do anything to keep me out of the hellhole I was about to spend the next two years of my life. I wiped away a tear that streaked my face; I didn't want anyone to see me cry.
Finally pulling myself together, I made up my mind right there, if I was gonna be stuck here, I mine as well learn to deal with it. The look on Letty's face as I left the courtroom kept flashing in my mind, and suddenly, I wanted to beat the shit out of the police that were in the car. I wanted to kill them for taking me away from Letty, from Mia, from Vince. I turned my thoughts back to what was happening as I was helped out of the car. They escorted me to a room and took all my shit, put me in some coveralls and took me to my cell and briefed me on all the rules. I lay down on my bunk, my tears falling silently. I didn't care what anyone thought; I didn't care if they thought I was a pussy. I was only eighteen years old, and here I was, serving two years for attempted manslaughter.
"Get yo lazy asses up and stand infront of yo door!" a warden's voice boomed through the halls. Rising slowly from the bed, I walked over to my door. The warden stopped infront of my cell, his small beady eyes fastened on mine.
"Oh, I'm gonna have a lot of fun with your little ass! How old you boy?"
"Eighteen," I whispered fighting the urge to cry like a little schoolgirl.
"What the hell did you say?" he yelled in my face, only the bars to separate us.
"Eighteen, sir!" I kept my eyes fixed on his. I was determined to hold my own in this place. The warden smiled at me, his teeth a pearly white against his chocolate skin. It was more a grimace than a smile and it held a kind of knowing to it. He knew what kind of shit I was gonna get here and I didn't have a clue. Sure I had heard stories of people getting ass raped, beaten, killed in prison, but it was all so much more real now.
They took us out of our cells and walked us to the cafeteria. I sat alone when I got my food, all the eyes of the other guys on me. I got a few threatening looks from a group of Mexicans over buy the corner. A few big black guys at the end of my table looked at me like I was a piece of meat. I wanted to break down, wanted to just be able to go home to my family. I hated the feeling of being here, being utterly alone. Yeah, my first day in that place was hard, probably one of the hardest days of my life, but there was still more shit to come in that place.
I remember one morning I was working in the laundry department. They had us folding sheets, underwear, and the coveralls everyone wore. I was working with a guy named Freddie, he was ok, I guess. Never really talked much, but when he did, he always had something smart to say. One minute, I was folding sheets, the next moment, everything was black. I woke up with my hands pinned behind my back; some one was holding me. I turned and saw one of the big black guys from the cafeteria holding me. Several others were standing around me and I immediately tried to break free. "Oh no, boy," one of the big ones said, "We gotta break you in boy." I think you know what happened next. Needless to say, I lost all my pride that day and I cried so hard. I just wanted to get outta there, wanted to go home, go back to my life, but I knew I couldn't. Eventually, my pumping iron paid off and people stopped fucking with me, but that was the worst two years of my entire life.