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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.
Letty's POV
I knew it happened before he even had the chance to tell me. I had gone upstairs, slamming the door, too infuriated to even talk to him. Why did he think he could just leave us, the team, for Tran and his buddies and then just waltz back in and expect me to jump in bed for him? Fuck him! I threw myself onto the bed, the tears flowing in tiny rivers out of my stinging eyes. Finally, I fell asleep, but the peace I had found didn't last long. I awoke, a few hours later and reached out for Dom, only to realize ha wasn't there. Oh yeah, you told him to go to Tran's. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' I asked myself.
I heard his car pull up, I could tell he was trying to go unnoticed in the dead silence of early morning. Shimmering crimson light was beginning to shine across the bed through the windows. I got up and walked to the door, opening it and stepping into the hallway. His footsteps were a muffled thud as he climbed the steps and I saw him emerge at the landing. He didn't look up as he walked upstairs, but when he reached the top, his guilty brown eyes told me the whole story. It wasn't the smell of cheap perfume, or the large purple hickeys on his neck, it was just the look in his eye. He had slept with Danielle.
A large lump grew in my throat as I fought back the scalding tears. I tried to find words, tried to say something, but I felt if I didn't say anything, then maybe it wasn't real. His gaze dropped and he stared at his boots, but all I could do was stare. Finally, the asshole got up the nerve to look me in the eyes, but my glare was ice by that point. His jaw clenched and I saw the tears welling up in his eyes. "Letty," he whispered.
"No!" I screamed, loud enough to wake up the rest of the house, "Tell me you didn't fuck her!"
"Letty," he said again.
"Say it Dom! You did, didn't you? You fucked Danielle Tran!" my voice echoed through the house and he flinched.
"Letty, I'm sorry," he reached out for me. I stepped back away from his reach, looking at his hands like they were poisonous. Turning on my heel, I went to go back into the room, but was quickly stopped by his hands.
"Let go of me, Dominic!" I screeched as I tried to shake him off.
"Letty! Listen to me," he bellowed as I fought to get away from him. I ran into the bedroom and locked the door, totally oblivious to the pound of his fists on the door. Sinking into the corner, I pulled my knees to my chest and just cried. I didn't understand how a person I loved so much could cause me so much pain. I tried to fight them back, tried to be strong, but the flow of tears just wouldn't stop. A loud splintering caused me to jump as Dom burst through the door.
He looked around until his eyes settled on my figure in the corner. Crouching down he put his face to mine and began apologizing. "I don't want to hear it, Dom," I sniffed, but my voice was completely serious.
"Baby, please," he spoke softly, "I'm so sorry. I would never hurt you."
"But you did!" I looked up, right into his large brown eyes. I saw the same look I had seen when he had come home after nearly killing Linder, the same look when he had been escorted out of the courtroom. Dominic Toretto looked scared. Scared of what?
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.
Letty's POV
I knew it happened before he even had the chance to tell me. I had gone upstairs, slamming the door, too infuriated to even talk to him. Why did he think he could just leave us, the team, for Tran and his buddies and then just waltz back in and expect me to jump in bed for him? Fuck him! I threw myself onto the bed, the tears flowing in tiny rivers out of my stinging eyes. Finally, I fell asleep, but the peace I had found didn't last long. I awoke, a few hours later and reached out for Dom, only to realize ha wasn't there. Oh yeah, you told him to go to Tran's. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' I asked myself.
I heard his car pull up, I could tell he was trying to go unnoticed in the dead silence of early morning. Shimmering crimson light was beginning to shine across the bed through the windows. I got up and walked to the door, opening it and stepping into the hallway. His footsteps were a muffled thud as he climbed the steps and I saw him emerge at the landing. He didn't look up as he walked upstairs, but when he reached the top, his guilty brown eyes told me the whole story. It wasn't the smell of cheap perfume, or the large purple hickeys on his neck, it was just the look in his eye. He had slept with Danielle.
A large lump grew in my throat as I fought back the scalding tears. I tried to find words, tried to say something, but I felt if I didn't say anything, then maybe it wasn't real. His gaze dropped and he stared at his boots, but all I could do was stare. Finally, the asshole got up the nerve to look me in the eyes, but my glare was ice by that point. His jaw clenched and I saw the tears welling up in his eyes. "Letty," he whispered.
"No!" I screamed, loud enough to wake up the rest of the house, "Tell me you didn't fuck her!"
"Letty," he said again.
"Say it Dom! You did, didn't you? You fucked Danielle Tran!" my voice echoed through the house and he flinched.
"Letty, I'm sorry," he reached out for me. I stepped back away from his reach, looking at his hands like they were poisonous. Turning on my heel, I went to go back into the room, but was quickly stopped by his hands.
"Let go of me, Dominic!" I screeched as I tried to shake him off.
"Letty! Listen to me," he bellowed as I fought to get away from him. I ran into the bedroom and locked the door, totally oblivious to the pound of his fists on the door. Sinking into the corner, I pulled my knees to my chest and just cried. I didn't understand how a person I loved so much could cause me so much pain. I tried to fight them back, tried to be strong, but the flow of tears just wouldn't stop. A loud splintering caused me to jump as Dom burst through the door.
He looked around until his eyes settled on my figure in the corner. Crouching down he put his face to mine and began apologizing. "I don't want to hear it, Dom," I sniffed, but my voice was completely serious.
"Baby, please," he spoke softly, "I'm so sorry. I would never hurt you."
"But you did!" I looked up, right into his large brown eyes. I saw the same look I had seen when he had come home after nearly killing Linder, the same look when he had been escorted out of the courtroom. Dominic Toretto looked scared. Scared of what?