3rd person P.O.V
"Stop being so worried, she'll be fine. You know what, I don't even know why your so mad. It was bound to happen at some point. I mean come on she hangs out with the Torettos all the time. He was bound to convince her to leave with him at some point. You know what's so weird is that she became beautiful and he started to pay more attention to her." He looked up at her, he wasn't sure if what his wife was saying made sense. She walked over to him putting a plate of food in front of him. "Have you ever told Letty why her mother left, about how you know me, and about her younger sister?" she watched him, his eyes held a sadness only known to him, he looked older somehow. "No. I haven't told her, I know that she needs to know not just about us, her sister, and her mother. There is something else that she needs to know about." He ate his dinner slowly, thinking about his life and his daughter.
'Soon she would have to know everything' he thought to himself.
He walked up the stairs to his moms apartment. The smoke of cigarettes and smell of alcohol burned his nostrils. He opened the screen door, a cloud of smoke filled the room. He could hear the faint sound of his mothers voice. 'Her boyfriend is probably fucking her.' He thought to himself. He walked to his room and shut the door, turning on some music that played softly in the background. He grabbed his guitar and started playing. Music to him was like a way of escaping into another world. A world different then this one, one that he could only dream of.
"Vince are you home?" The 31 year old women slurred out, she headed for her sons room opening the door. "What do you want mom?" Vince asked looking at his drunken mother. "I'm a going to go out." She slurred out, she headed towards him, "I need money Vince and I know you have some. Give it to me." "No go tell your boyfriend to give you money." She eyed him, "Give it to me or I will call Rick to come in here." He looked at her with disgust and took out his wallet. "I can't believe that you would rather feed your addiction then let me live my life. I earn that money working hard so that I can buy things for myself. Why don't you try to do something with you life?!" She slapped him and looked at him, "Oh and what is so great about your life? Don't you love me Vince? I gave you life, you should be thankful." "Come on lets get outta 'ere!" Rick yelled from the other room. She walked out closing the door behind her. "I do love you and I'm thankful because you gave me life. I just wish that you would quit your addiction and love me the way I love you mom."
He ran out the door with only his backpack, at the driveway he stood taking one last look at the house that he had grown up in. Not knowing where he was going he started running as fast as his legs could carry him. He didn't want to be found by police or social services. They would only put him in foster care, somewhere he didn't want to go to. He had heard stories about how foster care children were treated.
He ran miles passing neighborhoods and different people. He came to a stop in front of the train station, taking out some money from his backpack he walked over to the cashier. She eyed him suspiciously, "How my I help you?" "I need a ticket to Chicago." He handed the money nervously over to the older woman. She took it and gave him a ticket. He placed the ticket in the pocket of his sweater. He walked out into the cold and sat down on a bench. Having an hour to kill before the train arrived, he opened his backpack taking out his sketch book and a pencil. He started sketching out his latest masterpiece. The train soon arrived, he got up and walked inside the train finding a seat near a window. He looked out at the people still waiting to get in, he made himself comfortable and began to sketching again.
He saw the many people waiting to get into the train. He began to push himself through the crowed finally making it to the door. He walked into the train and looked at the people already seated. He studied each person carefully trying to decide which one would be a good person to sit by. To the left of the train he spotted a young boy about 14 years old, he decided to sit next to him.
He looked over at what he was sketching and was surprise at the talent this young boy had. "Hey nice drawing." "Thanks" the young blond said shyly not looking up to see who was talking to him. "Names Leon." He extended his hand for a hand sake. "Jesse" the young boy took his hand and shook it. "You into cars?" the blond looked up at the older boy next to him. "Yeah, are you?" he asked excitedly. Leon let out a small laugh at Jesses enthusiasm. They talked for hours about cars.
"So Jesse where you headed to?" Leon asked his new found friend. "I'm going to Chicago." He said nervously. "I'm going to Chicago and then Los Angeles. How old are you? You look young to be traveling by yourself." Jesse looked up at him and smiled sheepishly, "Um…I'm 14. What about you?" "I'm 16. I left my home, well actually my mom left me. I decided that there was nothing in that town for me and decided to check out the city. So basically I'm what they call a runaway." Jesse looked at him and decided to tell Leon his story, "I..um…my dad was arrested. He did something and will be in jail for a very long time. Um…I'm also a runaway 'cause I'm running from cops and social services. They wanted to put me in foster care and a special program 'cause I have that shit ada or…" "ADD." Leon put in. "Yeah that shit." Leon nodded looking at him one more time, "So you don't have anyone?" "Nope." Leon got an idea, "Hey why don't you and I hang out together, you know. We can help each other out. What do you say?" Jesse looked up a big smile on his face, "Yeah sure I would like that."
"Um…do…do you want to be my girlfriend?"
"I would love to be your girlfriend." They smiled at each other. He was glad that she said yes. They ate lobster and had chocolate mousse for desert.
"You want to go walk?" He asked her taking her hand. She nodded and followed him out onto the small town filled with tourist manly. They walked hand in hand through the streets, feeling the warm night air on their flesh. "Do we have to go back to Cali?" she asked looking up at him. He looked down at her and smiled, "I would love to say no, but I gotta graduate from high school babe." he laughed at her pouting. "Why don't you wanna go back?" he asked softly. " 'Cause I want to keep you to myself. You see I don't share well with others." she smiled mischievously. He grabbed her and sat her down on the concrete railing of the pier, standing in between her legs. "Don't worry I don't share well either." She laughed at his comment. He looked into her chocolate eyes getting lost in them. He leaned down capturing her lower lip and sucking on it for a moment. "Dom lets go back to the room." she said huskily. He swallowed hard and nodded his head taking her down and leading her back to the Hotel.
She took the key to the room and opened the door. She was greeted with a trail of red and white rose petals in front of her and the room filled with candles. She looked up at Dom and smiled. "You like it?" "I love it." she kissed his cheek. She took his hand in hers and followed the trail pulling him with her. The trail ended at the door to their bedroom, she slowly opened the door which reveled the floor covered in white rose petals and the bed covered in red rose petals. The room was filled with candle light and the sliding door let the ocean breeze into the room along with the sound of crashing waves.
She kissed his lips, "Thank you." He smiled at her, she tilted her head to the side a little and studied him for a moment. Then she traced his entire jaw line, making her way down to his chest. She pulled his jacket off, falling to the ground underneath him. Her hands working to undo his red tie, which landed on the floor as well. Her index finger slowly traced down the button down shirt, she stopped at his belt buckle and bit her lower lip. Untucking the shirt, she lifted her hands back up to the first button and started to unbutton his shirt. He watched her with a small smile as she undressed him. "Having fun undressing me?" He teased, she looked up at him and smiled, "You know I am." she smile mischievously. His shirt ended up on the floor along with his other clothes. She unbuckled his belt while he kicked his shoes off. She pulled his pants down and he stepped out of them taking off his socks. Leaving him in just his boxers.
The night ending in their love making and a blissful sleep in each others arms.