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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.
Letty's POV
I licked my salty lips nervously as I turned the wheel. Pulling Mia's car to a screeching halt on the side of the highway, I reached for the handle with shaky hands and all but fell out. I choked and gagged as I emptied the contents of my stomach, my nerves being too much for me to handle. I stood up, my head spinning, and leaned against the blue Integra to try and pull myself together. The past few days had been a living hell for me. The one constant thing in my life had gone and betrayed everything we had together. Dom was everything in my life; he was my only solace in the pitiful excuse I had for a life. But all this was my fault; I had let him become everything to me. Tears poured down my flushed cheeks as I climbed back behind the wheel.
I had runaway from it all, from my problems, from my family, from my home. I had to go back, I had to, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Having driven over fifty miles from LA to "have some time to think", I realized, I hadn't sorted through any of my mixed thoughts. I had taken a suitcase, full of clothes, when I left the house, and the idea that I knew I couldn't go back, began to settle in. My chest pounded, a dull throbbing in my ears as I tried to calm myself down. 'I am 21, goddamit,' I told myself, trying to ease the pit that was steadily rising in my stomach, 'I can do this.'
Putting my faith in my own words, I started the car and pulled back onto the long stretch of asphalt before me. Switching on the stereo, I wiped my eyes and began humming along with the catchy Avril Lavigne song. With two hundred bucks in my pocket and all that I owned in a duffel bag in the back seat, I told myself that my life wasn't over and that this was just another bruise along the way. "These kinds of experiences only make you a stronger, better person," Papi had told me long ago, before he had left to fight. A pain stabbed through me as I reached for the dog tags around my neck. They had sent him off to fight someone else's war, and why, just so another one somewhere else in this fucked up excuse for a world could start.
I pulled off at the next exit, only now realizing just where I had been heading. Somehow, I found myself taking a strangely familiar road. A tall gate loomed out in the distance and loud crunching rang in my ears as I drove across the gravel. A cemetery, the cemetery my father was buried in. As a child, my mother had taken me here, that was before she moved us out to LA and became a stupid drugged up ho, before she had married that asshole, and before I had met Dominic. I told myself to keep it together as I stepped out of the car and began walking towards the graveyard. Opening the gate, I stepped into the silence that filled the lawn. I saw the headstone; I could pick it out right away. It was just another ordinary cross, but my feet carried me towards it. Kneeling down, I read the inscription "Pedro Jose Garcia, loving father and husband who died while protecting the freedom of others."
My eyes watered as I remembered my father as I remembered losing him. "Papi," I whispered, "I know you can hear me. What should I do?" For the next few hours, I sat and told my father's tombstone about everything that had happened since he left us. I told him how Ma had gone into a pit of self pity, about how she had just gone to shit, how she had married a drunk who abused the shit outta both of us. I recounted everything that had happened with the team, with my life, with Dom. I asked him what I should do about Dom, about how I still loved him to pieces but I just couldn't trust him. Looking up into the sky, I noticed that it was starting to get dark. I whispered a few good-byes to my Papi and walked back out to my car.
For some reason, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders, like talking about it all, even to someone that was gone, helped me somehow. I didn't expect my dead father to just strike lighting and suddenly life was perfect again, I just knew he could hear me. I pulled out and got back onto the highway, but decided to go ahead and get a room for the night. After paying for a room, I carried my bag into the little motel room and went to take a shower. A scrubbed my body, shaved my legs, and washed my hair, and once I felt brand new, I wrapped up in a fluffy white robe.
Lying on the bed, covers pulled up to my chin, I knew that tomorrow I would go home and face all this shit. I knew Dom and I had problems, but I loved him and they just couldn't be avoided anymore.
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.
Letty's POV
I licked my salty lips nervously as I turned the wheel. Pulling Mia's car to a screeching halt on the side of the highway, I reached for the handle with shaky hands and all but fell out. I choked and gagged as I emptied the contents of my stomach, my nerves being too much for me to handle. I stood up, my head spinning, and leaned against the blue Integra to try and pull myself together. The past few days had been a living hell for me. The one constant thing in my life had gone and betrayed everything we had together. Dom was everything in my life; he was my only solace in the pitiful excuse I had for a life. But all this was my fault; I had let him become everything to me. Tears poured down my flushed cheeks as I climbed back behind the wheel.
I had runaway from it all, from my problems, from my family, from my home. I had to go back, I had to, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Having driven over fifty miles from LA to "have some time to think", I realized, I hadn't sorted through any of my mixed thoughts. I had taken a suitcase, full of clothes, when I left the house, and the idea that I knew I couldn't go back, began to settle in. My chest pounded, a dull throbbing in my ears as I tried to calm myself down. 'I am 21, goddamit,' I told myself, trying to ease the pit that was steadily rising in my stomach, 'I can do this.'
Putting my faith in my own words, I started the car and pulled back onto the long stretch of asphalt before me. Switching on the stereo, I wiped my eyes and began humming along with the catchy Avril Lavigne song. With two hundred bucks in my pocket and all that I owned in a duffel bag in the back seat, I told myself that my life wasn't over and that this was just another bruise along the way. "These kinds of experiences only make you a stronger, better person," Papi had told me long ago, before he had left to fight. A pain stabbed through me as I reached for the dog tags around my neck. They had sent him off to fight someone else's war, and why, just so another one somewhere else in this fucked up excuse for a world could start.
I pulled off at the next exit, only now realizing just where I had been heading. Somehow, I found myself taking a strangely familiar road. A tall gate loomed out in the distance and loud crunching rang in my ears as I drove across the gravel. A cemetery, the cemetery my father was buried in. As a child, my mother had taken me here, that was before she moved us out to LA and became a stupid drugged up ho, before she had married that asshole, and before I had met Dominic. I told myself to keep it together as I stepped out of the car and began walking towards the graveyard. Opening the gate, I stepped into the silence that filled the lawn. I saw the headstone; I could pick it out right away. It was just another ordinary cross, but my feet carried me towards it. Kneeling down, I read the inscription "Pedro Jose Garcia, loving father and husband who died while protecting the freedom of others."
My eyes watered as I remembered my father as I remembered losing him. "Papi," I whispered, "I know you can hear me. What should I do?" For the next few hours, I sat and told my father's tombstone about everything that had happened since he left us. I told him how Ma had gone into a pit of self pity, about how she had just gone to shit, how she had married a drunk who abused the shit outta both of us. I recounted everything that had happened with the team, with my life, with Dom. I asked him what I should do about Dom, about how I still loved him to pieces but I just couldn't trust him. Looking up into the sky, I noticed that it was starting to get dark. I whispered a few good-byes to my Papi and walked back out to my car.
For some reason, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders, like talking about it all, even to someone that was gone, helped me somehow. I didn't expect my dead father to just strike lighting and suddenly life was perfect again, I just knew he could hear me. I pulled out and got back onto the highway, but decided to go ahead and get a room for the night. After paying for a room, I carried my bag into the little motel room and went to take a shower. A scrubbed my body, shaved my legs, and washed my hair, and once I felt brand new, I wrapped up in a fluffy white robe.
Lying on the bed, covers pulled up to my chin, I knew that tomorrow I would go home and face all this shit. I knew Dom and I had problems, but I loved him and they just couldn't be avoided anymore.