Letty's POV
My footsteps were heavy as I trudged into the humid store. A fan was blowing lightly in the corner as I passed a few people wandering aimlessly around the room just to get out of the heat. Mia was looking at a magazine, probably some how-to-better-yourself crap they sell these days. After waiting for a few moments by the door, the people left and I entered. "Wanna talk about it?" Mia asked without even looking up at me.
"It just still gets to me," I sighed taking a seat at the counter, "She came by today and started talking shit."
Mia closed the magazine and pulled up a chair, "So, I'm guessing she left with a broken jaw?"
"Broken nose, actually," I laughed. All this shit was pounding at my insides, making me feel like I was gonna bust. It was actually nice to have someone to talk to. Poor Mia, always my shoulder to cry on. Hell she didn't even have time to live her own life, much less deal with mine.
"What did he do?" she asked getting up and walking to get a soda. She tossed me a cold coke and began scrubbing one of the counters.
"He pulled me off of her, but he didn't look like.. shit I dunno," I sighed, unable to explain the emotions running through me.
"Letty," Mia said looking straight at me, "He's sorry. You should've seen the way he was when you were gone, its like he couldn't function without you."
The seriousness of her words caught me off guard and I didn't know what to say. Even if I did have something to say, I knew I shouldn't interrupt her.
"He loves you, more than you and I think even he knows, but people make mistakes," she continued, her words soothing the jagged fears coursing through me, "But Dom isn't God, and you can't put him on a pedestal forever, because it just makes his faults harder to deal with."
I realized tears were spilling down my cheeks and I quickly wiped at my eyes. She turned back to her work without saying another word about it and I just sat there, vaguely watching the moisture drip off the side of my soda can. She was right, Mia was always right, damn girl should be a psychologist. Dom's not perfect, plain and simple. We all make mistakes; even you do Letty. I got up and grabbed my coke.
"Thanks, Mia," I said as I headed for the door.
"Anytime," She laughed. I hoped in the Accord and drove home. The boys were home when I walked in the house. Leon and Vince were nosily playing the Playstation in the living room, hmmm, Dom was usually right along next to them. I waved a hand in their direction, not surprised when no one returned the hello. I climbed the stairs and walked to our room, no Dom. Maybe he's in the back. I walked back downstairs and got yelled at as I walked between the boys and the TV. Opening the back door, I jogged towards the garage, but stopped dead in my tracks. I could see through the open backdoor that a car had been moved into the garage, it almost looked like, no it couldn't be.
I saw Dom, hunched over the side of the black body that was once his father's Charger. The familiar smells of old times, memories of a torn childhood and the one person that made me feel like I was worth something, flooded my mind. Mr. Ray. Tears immediately sprang up but I held them back. Dom looked like he was shivering or something, then I realized it, he was crying. No, not crying, sobbing. I pulled him away from the car and wrapped my arms around him, whispering soft condolences.
"Some guys that were on his old pit crew brought it by, they said it was being held up at the garage uptown and they had to return it," he choked out, his breath ragged. The mere thought of Dom, my post, my strength, completely breaking down almost made me give way, but I realized, I have to be there for him too. Silently, a few tears spilled down my cheeks, but I let him go and led him towards the house.
My footsteps were heavy as I trudged into the humid store. A fan was blowing lightly in the corner as I passed a few people wandering aimlessly around the room just to get out of the heat. Mia was looking at a magazine, probably some how-to-better-yourself crap they sell these days. After waiting for a few moments by the door, the people left and I entered. "Wanna talk about it?" Mia asked without even looking up at me.
"It just still gets to me," I sighed taking a seat at the counter, "She came by today and started talking shit."
Mia closed the magazine and pulled up a chair, "So, I'm guessing she left with a broken jaw?"
"Broken nose, actually," I laughed. All this shit was pounding at my insides, making me feel like I was gonna bust. It was actually nice to have someone to talk to. Poor Mia, always my shoulder to cry on. Hell she didn't even have time to live her own life, much less deal with mine.
"What did he do?" she asked getting up and walking to get a soda. She tossed me a cold coke and began scrubbing one of the counters.
"He pulled me off of her, but he didn't look like.. shit I dunno," I sighed, unable to explain the emotions running through me.
"Letty," Mia said looking straight at me, "He's sorry. You should've seen the way he was when you were gone, its like he couldn't function without you."
The seriousness of her words caught me off guard and I didn't know what to say. Even if I did have something to say, I knew I shouldn't interrupt her.
"He loves you, more than you and I think even he knows, but people make mistakes," she continued, her words soothing the jagged fears coursing through me, "But Dom isn't God, and you can't put him on a pedestal forever, because it just makes his faults harder to deal with."
I realized tears were spilling down my cheeks and I quickly wiped at my eyes. She turned back to her work without saying another word about it and I just sat there, vaguely watching the moisture drip off the side of my soda can. She was right, Mia was always right, damn girl should be a psychologist. Dom's not perfect, plain and simple. We all make mistakes; even you do Letty. I got up and grabbed my coke.
"Thanks, Mia," I said as I headed for the door.
"Anytime," She laughed. I hoped in the Accord and drove home. The boys were home when I walked in the house. Leon and Vince were nosily playing the Playstation in the living room, hmmm, Dom was usually right along next to them. I waved a hand in their direction, not surprised when no one returned the hello. I climbed the stairs and walked to our room, no Dom. Maybe he's in the back. I walked back downstairs and got yelled at as I walked between the boys and the TV. Opening the back door, I jogged towards the garage, but stopped dead in my tracks. I could see through the open backdoor that a car had been moved into the garage, it almost looked like, no it couldn't be.
I saw Dom, hunched over the side of the black body that was once his father's Charger. The familiar smells of old times, memories of a torn childhood and the one person that made me feel like I was worth something, flooded my mind. Mr. Ray. Tears immediately sprang up but I held them back. Dom looked like he was shivering or something, then I realized it, he was crying. No, not crying, sobbing. I pulled him away from the car and wrapped my arms around him, whispering soft condolences.
"Some guys that were on his old pit crew brought it by, they said it was being held up at the garage uptown and they had to return it," he choked out, his breath ragged. The mere thought of Dom, my post, my strength, completely breaking down almost made me give way, but I realized, I have to be there for him too. Silently, a few tears spilled down my cheeks, but I let him go and led him towards the house.