Letty's POV
Have you ever felt misjudged? Like you work so hard to keep everyone happy and then one wrong comment and it all comes crashing down? Well that's what just happened. I tired to be strong for him, I tried to comfort him, but it all got misinterpreted. He thought I was being harsh, when I was only being direct. But of course, that's how Dominic would see it. He would see it as though I was trying to hurt him, trying to keep the wounds of his father alive, and he would thinks this because the world is out to get Dom, even the woman that loves him. I just said fuck it; I slammed the door and blasted the stereo. Letting the heavy beats drown out everything. Pacing the room for a few moments, allowing myself a chance to cool off before I walked downstairs and said something I would regret, I finally sat down and took out paper and a pen.
I didn't have any idea what I was writing, only that It felt good. It was like talking to someone about what just happened, only that know one but myself would truly know. Rapidly moving across the paper, I felt my emotions and my thoughts pouring out like the ink out of the pen. He had hurt me so much, to think that I wouldn't understand how he felt. Who was he to say I never loved Ray as much as he did? What a fuckin prick. I felt my hand cramp up and before I knew I, I had stopped. Page after page littered the desk, all full of my handwriting. Damn, I guess I had a lot of shit built up. I skimmed over the papers, reading as though the author was someone else.
I turned my head towards the window as I heard cars pull up. Mia's Integra, Leon's Skyline and a white Jetta were parked in the driveway. Who the hell's Jetta was that? After washing off my face in the bathroom, I ran downstairs to greet them. I thought Dom would be talking to them already, but already, but he was no where to be found. "His car ain't here," Vince told me as I peered out the door.
"Oh," I replied, a little hurt that he left. Turning my attention away from him, I glanced at who I presumed to be the owner of the Jetta. He was a scrawny little kid, large blue eyes and curly brown hair piled under a beanie. Couldn't be more than nineteen years old I decided as I noticed the awe in which he looked at Vince and Leon.
"Let, this is Jesse," Leon said gesturing towards the kid, "This is Letty, Dom's girlfriend." I cut my eyes at Leon for his last little input to who I was and shook Jesse's hand warmly.
"Nice to meet ya. So how'd you end up here?" I asked as everyone sat down. Mia walked into the kitchen, probably gonna start dinner.
"Hey Jesse," she asked, poking her head out from the kitchen, "You wanna eat over?"
He glanced at her nervously and replied, "Please." Then his gaze floated back to me and he answered, "Oh well I was over at Racer's Edge and we all got around to discussing the races around here, and they wanted me to come meet Dominic." As if one cue, tires peeled into the driveway and we both looked as the door opened. He walked in, his eyes tired and swollen, I could tell he had been drinking, but not so much as he usually did when we fought.
"Bro," Vince said standing up, "We got someone we thought you'd be interesting in meeting. This is Jesse." He pointed toward the now scared shitless looking kid that was sitting on our couch. Dom shook his hand and sized him up; god men have such big ass egos. He glanced at me as they sat back down, his eyes apologizing for him. I nodded my head and turned my eyes back to the discussion that had started up. Smells of roast drifted out from the kitchen as we discussed the drag races around here.
Dom looked like a kid in a candy store as Jesse told him about his brother raced and how much money he pulled in. The kid told us about how his mother had died and his father had gone to jail for robbing his girlfriend, just to pay for drugs. Man, did everyone that came through this house have a fucked up life, or what? Finally bored with all the details Jesse was throwing out about the half-naked racer sluts and all, I went into the kitchen to see if I could help Mia out. "This is just what we need right now," Mia said shaking her head.
"What do you mean?" I asked grabbing plates out of the cabinet.
"Well I like the kid, he's really sweet and seems pretty harmless, but all this talk about racing and such, that's one more thing Dom doesn't need to do." She had a point, I mean if he were to get caught by the cops, jail time or fines were the last thing we needed right now, but there was something just exciting about it. Once the table was set, Mia told me not to mention her worries to the boys and I agreed before we called them in. Dom was offering Jesse a job at the garage when the boys walked in to eat. I waiting anxiously as we ate to see if Jesse would say anything else about these races everyone was talking about.
Have you ever felt misjudged? Like you work so hard to keep everyone happy and then one wrong comment and it all comes crashing down? Well that's what just happened. I tired to be strong for him, I tried to comfort him, but it all got misinterpreted. He thought I was being harsh, when I was only being direct. But of course, that's how Dominic would see it. He would see it as though I was trying to hurt him, trying to keep the wounds of his father alive, and he would thinks this because the world is out to get Dom, even the woman that loves him. I just said fuck it; I slammed the door and blasted the stereo. Letting the heavy beats drown out everything. Pacing the room for a few moments, allowing myself a chance to cool off before I walked downstairs and said something I would regret, I finally sat down and took out paper and a pen.
I didn't have any idea what I was writing, only that It felt good. It was like talking to someone about what just happened, only that know one but myself would truly know. Rapidly moving across the paper, I felt my emotions and my thoughts pouring out like the ink out of the pen. He had hurt me so much, to think that I wouldn't understand how he felt. Who was he to say I never loved Ray as much as he did? What a fuckin prick. I felt my hand cramp up and before I knew I, I had stopped. Page after page littered the desk, all full of my handwriting. Damn, I guess I had a lot of shit built up. I skimmed over the papers, reading as though the author was someone else.
I turned my head towards the window as I heard cars pull up. Mia's Integra, Leon's Skyline and a white Jetta were parked in the driveway. Who the hell's Jetta was that? After washing off my face in the bathroom, I ran downstairs to greet them. I thought Dom would be talking to them already, but already, but he was no where to be found. "His car ain't here," Vince told me as I peered out the door.
"Oh," I replied, a little hurt that he left. Turning my attention away from him, I glanced at who I presumed to be the owner of the Jetta. He was a scrawny little kid, large blue eyes and curly brown hair piled under a beanie. Couldn't be more than nineteen years old I decided as I noticed the awe in which he looked at Vince and Leon.
"Let, this is Jesse," Leon said gesturing towards the kid, "This is Letty, Dom's girlfriend." I cut my eyes at Leon for his last little input to who I was and shook Jesse's hand warmly.
"Nice to meet ya. So how'd you end up here?" I asked as everyone sat down. Mia walked into the kitchen, probably gonna start dinner.
"Hey Jesse," she asked, poking her head out from the kitchen, "You wanna eat over?"
He glanced at her nervously and replied, "Please." Then his gaze floated back to me and he answered, "Oh well I was over at Racer's Edge and we all got around to discussing the races around here, and they wanted me to come meet Dominic." As if one cue, tires peeled into the driveway and we both looked as the door opened. He walked in, his eyes tired and swollen, I could tell he had been drinking, but not so much as he usually did when we fought.
"Bro," Vince said standing up, "We got someone we thought you'd be interesting in meeting. This is Jesse." He pointed toward the now scared shitless looking kid that was sitting on our couch. Dom shook his hand and sized him up; god men have such big ass egos. He glanced at me as they sat back down, his eyes apologizing for him. I nodded my head and turned my eyes back to the discussion that had started up. Smells of roast drifted out from the kitchen as we discussed the drag races around here.
Dom looked like a kid in a candy store as Jesse told him about his brother raced and how much money he pulled in. The kid told us about how his mother had died and his father had gone to jail for robbing his girlfriend, just to pay for drugs. Man, did everyone that came through this house have a fucked up life, or what? Finally bored with all the details Jesse was throwing out about the half-naked racer sluts and all, I went into the kitchen to see if I could help Mia out. "This is just what we need right now," Mia said shaking her head.
"What do you mean?" I asked grabbing plates out of the cabinet.
"Well I like the kid, he's really sweet and seems pretty harmless, but all this talk about racing and such, that's one more thing Dom doesn't need to do." She had a point, I mean if he were to get caught by the cops, jail time or fines were the last thing we needed right now, but there was something just exciting about it. Once the table was set, Mia told me not to mention her worries to the boys and I agreed before we called them in. Dom was offering Jesse a job at the garage when the boys walked in to eat. I waiting anxiously as we ate to see if Jesse would say anything else about these races everyone was talking about.