Chapter 14-Fighting with the Devil

Sasha's POV

--Tuesday night-

I pulled up outside my house around 8:45 P.M. The lights were still on in the living room, so I figured my mother was up. I walked inside to find a drunk Marcus on the couch, half asleep.

"Ma? Ma you up?" I yelled out, walking up the stairs. I checked in her room, but she wasn't there. I wonder where she is, I said to myself.

I walked down the hall to check in Anthony's room, but neither of them were in there. I jogged back down the stairs to find Marcus awake, standing at the end of the stairs.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked me.

"Looking for my mother and brother. Do you know where they are?" I asked him curiously. He smiled the most disgusting grin and shrugged. That pissed me off. "Where the fuck is my family?" I asked him, grabbing him by his collar.

He pointed to the kitchen. I ran in there, hopping to find them, instead, I found a note on the table.

Went to Grammy's. Be back tomorrow afternoon.

Love,

Maria & Tony

That was a huge relief. I was glad they were safe. I walked upstairs into my room and grabbed my dogtags that I left on my dresser. I turned around to find my dad standing in my doorway.

"What?" I asked him rudely.

"Just admiring my little girl. My how much you've grown. And how quick too." He replied, sipping his Budweiser.

It sent a spine-renching chill down my body. It made me feel disgusted the way he looked at my body.

"Goodbye." was all I said when I tried to push past him.

"Where ya going so soon? You not gonna stay here with Daddy? You used to love to BE with Daddy." He replied, smiling that sick smile.

The longer I stood there with him, listening to him taunt me, the more I felt like crying. But I cried for noone.

"Get the hell outta my way." I yelled at him, attempting to leave the room again. It didn't work. He only pushed me back further into the room.

"No. We are gonna spend some family time together. Just you and me. Like the old days. But of course back then, you weren't so moody." He teased in a gruesome manner. He sat his empty bottle on my dresser and closed the door. The closer he got, the further away I moved.

"Why are you doing this? Why did you ever do this? I'm your fucking daughter for Christ sakes. I'm sposed to be your baby girl. Why do you intend on hurting me?" I asked him, tears forming up in my eyes. I refused to let any drop.

"Because, what you gave me was something I could never get with your mother. She never wanted to have sex with me. She was too afraid she'd get pregnant again. Oh wait, she did get pregnant again. And she had that little faggot Tony." He said, closing nearer and nearer on me.

"No, I never GAVE you anything. You TOOK everything you wanted. And don't you ever talk about my brother like that." I responded. It was literally making me sick to my stomach the way he talked about me.

"NO! YOU GAVE ME EVERYTHING I WANTED! DID YOU EVER TRY TO STOP ME! NO! YOU LET IT HAPPEN BECAUSE YOU WANTED IT TO! YOU WERE AND STILL IS A SLUT, JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER!" He growled at me.

Wrong answer.

I punched him square in the face, with such force as a train smashing into bike. He stumbled, but responded with a slap to my face. He hit me pretty hard. I could feel a bruise forming. I grabbed him by his collar again, this time pushing him up against the wall. I kneed him in the groin and punched him again in the face. This time, blood went flying all over the side of my wall. He just smiled, licking the blood off his lips. The devilish grin curled around his lips.

"I never wanted anything from you, let alone sex. And just because my mother wouldn't sleep with you, doesn't make her a whore. Makes her a smart woman. What kinda man rapes his own daughter? And yeah I tried to fight you off. But what could I do! I was seven fucking years old. I wasn't strong enough to fight you. But guess what? I am now. So this is what's gonna happen ... you are gonna never, ever touch me again. Hell, never ever LOOK at me again. If you ever talk about my mom like that again, I will kill you. Don't test me, because I could do it right now and not feel remorse. And if you every call Tony a faggot again, I will beat your ass, then I'll let him beat your ass. Trust me, he takes after me alot more then you think. I haven't told Maria about what happened yet but if I have to I will. And you and I both know she will put your ass out faster then you think." I spat at him. I meant every word, every threat I said to him.

He could tell I was dead serious. He smacked my hands off his collar and I moved away. I walked towards my door but stopped.

"And if you ever call me a slut again, I'll slit your throat and watch you drown in your own blood. Got that?" I threatned one last time. He grimmed me, but nodded.

I jogged back down the stairs and out the door.

XXX

When I arrived at the Toretto house, everyone was downstairs watching a movie.

"Sasha! God I thought something happened to you! Where you been girl?" Letty asked, running up to me and checking to see if I was alright. Everyone was surprised at her actions. They all sat there with their mouths open.

"Letty you alright?" Leon asked her. She looked at him and flipped him off.

"Yeah Letty I'm good. Just went home to check on mom." I said, trying to pull myself out of the death grip she had me in.

"And did your mom do that to your face?" Vince asked, noticing the hand-print on my cheek.

"No, actually my door did." I lied. I knew if I told them the truth, all hell would break loose.

"Your door has a hand?" Jesse asked. Gosh he was so dumb it was cute.

"No. But like you guys have secrets, well so do I. I'll tell you later." I replied, walking up the stairs. I stripped down to a beater and boxer shorts and flopped down in bed. It was only 10:50 p.m. but I wasn't in the mood for a late-nighter.

XXX

Letty's POV

"So Let, what was that all about?" Mia asked me, after I watched Sasha march up the stairs and into her room.

"What? I was worried about the girl. She was gone all day, alright." I replied. I lied. There was something about her, something that made me protective of her. But from what I could tell, she didn't need protection.

"You got the feeling she's familiar too huh?" Mia asked me.

"Yeah definitely. Have any of you seen her before?" I asked the room.

"Nope. But I feel like I know her too." Dominic said. I could tell he was trying to remember because he had the cutest look of confusion on his face. He never was a big thinker.

"Yeah me too brotha." Vince agreed with Dominic.

"Well I got this since of protectiveness over her. Like you would over your baby brother or sister. I don't know maybe it's cause she's the baby of the house." I confessed. Everyone nodded and left it at that.