Sugar Spice and Everything not so Nice 03

Okie Dokie. Next chapter. Hope you like it!!!! =]sorry it took so long. I had writer's block. Also I know basically nothing about cars…. So yah…. If my information is completely wrong don't hate me. This chp is ok, not my best. Hope you like it anyway. I really wanted to put something up since I've been stuck on this story for so long. Ideas are always very much appreciated. Also sorry for any grammar, I didn't have time to read this one carefully.

Recap

"She was nice," Mia said cheerily. Leon could understand why Mia was looking for a friend in Allaire, with all the running she hadn't had time to make friends and Letty was a little too rough around the edges for Mia. Normally Leon would expect Mia to make a friend who knew nothing about cars but judging by what he knew about her Leon would guess Allaire was a racer and that had the potential to become very interesting, especially if she was the competitive type.

End Recap

Allaire gunned the California as she left the store. Taking one last look at the Skyline behind her she smirked. Leon was a racer, she knew that much. And if there was a racer that meant there was a race. Allaire shivered happily, speed was a very good thing. She swerved into her driveway to the sight of movers unpacking furniture. They were carrying a dresser in at the moment and Tony stood on sidewalk shouting orders to at them. Allaire got out of the California and walked lazily over to her uncle.

"How's it going?" she asked nonchalantly as she began to swing back and forth from her toes to her heels in a very innocent way.

"Good, good," Tony said with a big grin, "Almost have everything moved in." He smile was a devious one. Allaire didn't care on bit about the furniture; he knew what she wanted to know. She wanted to know about her baby.

"And?" Allaire asked as her impatience began to seep through to the surface.

"And what?" Tony asked in a taunting voice. Allaire frowned darkly and looked ready to punch him.

"Where's my baby?" She hissed and at that point Tony decided it was too dangerous to continue teasing her. Instead he just laughed and pointed toward and flatbed coming down the road. Allaire squeezed her uncle's arm happily while beginning to bounce up and down slightly, her mood having completely reversed. Tony just shook his head at his peculiar niece and walked down to the street where the flatbed had pulled up with a giddy Allaire skipping after him.

The flatbed driver stepped out of the car and walked around to them. He was a fat man, with an unsightly stain on his shirt. But what really bothered Tony was the cigarette hanging from his mouth, a thin trail of smoke wafting up at that very second. Tony risked a glanced at Allaire. She was staring intently at the covered shape of the back of the flatbed. But Tony could see her hand clenching to the point that her knuckles were are white as marble.

"This is her?" Tony asked with a motion toward the covered shape.

"Yep," said the fat man with a grin that revealed yesterday's lunch still in his teeth, "She's quite a beauty." But he was looking at Allaire not the covered shape. Tony snapped his fingers to draw the man's attention back to him.

"Are you going to give me the keys or stand there like a buffoon all day?" Tony asked eager to get the man away from there. Allaire's arm was beginning to shake.

"Alright man, no need to get cranky," the man said and laughed, blowing a cloud of smoke right in Tony and Allaire's faces. That was all it took, Allaire had cleared the yard in seconds and slammed the door to her house shut before Tony could blink.

"Are you and idiot," Tony growled and ripped the cigarette out of the man's mouth and smashed it under his shoes, "You stay right here, and don't you dare light another one of those things, understand?" a frightened nod from the man later and Tony walked into Allaire's house. It didn't take long to find her.

Allaire stood in the bathroom; she was shaking from head to toe. She dug her fingernails into the sink counter to the point where it hurt. She could see the flashes coming on, images she didn't want to remember appeared in her head.

A sadistic laugh echoed through the room as Allaire struggled with her restraints. The dim room around her was damp and smelt of blood. The windows were covered, allowing only slivers of light in.

"Please let me go," a young Allaire stuttered softly.

"What are you going to do if I don't?" the man standing in front asked with a sick smile.

"My daddy's gonna kill you," Allaire tried to threaten but her voice was hoarse and the words barely came out as a whisper. The man and his companions laughed.

"Really?" asked the dark figure standing before her as he took a drag of a cigarette, "So where is he? I don't see him anywhere." He reached out to touch Allaire's cheek and she flinched away. The man growled and slapped her, bringing tears. He leaned close to Allaire and he could smell alcohol and drugs on his breath. "Let me tell you something," he spat, "No one is coming for you." He reached out and jammed his cigarette into Allaire's shoulder. This time, she screamed.

"Allaire?" came and voice and Allaire snapped back to reality, she jumped when her uncle's hand closed over her shoulder. That's when Allaire realized she had been rubbing her shoulder and that the drops of water in the sink were from her tears.

"I'm sorry sweetie," Tony said and hugged and shaking woman tightly. Allaire took a few moments to gain her composure. She clenched and unclenched her hands until the shaking stopped; she tipped her head and breathed deeply until the tears stopped falling. She looked in the mirror and quickly rubbed the eyeliner on her cheeks away. A person walking by would never have known she had just had a meltdown. She pushed all the memories and emotions back down into the pit she had locked them away in before. She forced herself to forget and let go and walked calmly back outside. She breezed past the fat man and walked toward the California

She pulled the cover off her new car easily and climbed inside. Thirty seconds it took to fix herself, twenty to get outside, seven to get inside, ten seconds peel out of the driveway and fly down the road.

She knew it wasn't the best idea to run, but she need to feel the adrenaline rush, it was one of the few things that made the ache disappear. She slammed on the gas and swerved around traffic, right now she didn't care. She wanted someone to catch her, someone to pull her down and lock her up, someone needed to give her something else to think about instead of the past. But no one came, no sirens sounded, no lights flashed.

After the rush died down she noticed the blue smoke coming out of the tail pipe. Right out the dealership and it was smoking; Allaire was going to have to do some work on this car. But she didn't have to equipment and she didn't want to risk destroying the engine. Allaire noticed a garage nearby and sighed in relief. She pulled in and got out, leaving the engine running. She glanced about and was about to leave when a tall and buff man walked out.

Dominic Toretto walked out of the garage to see the rare costume leaning against a 2009 California Ferrari. She was a pretty thing with a nice figure and dark shoulder length hair in a ponytail. A pair of black shorts highlighted her tanned legs.

"What might be the problem?" Dominic asked and he walked over. She looked him up and down.

"Blue smoke from the tail pipe, one of the seals is probably broken," She said with a shrug.

"And you don't know how to fix it?" Dominic asked, a car this nice should not belong to a person who knows nothing about cars.

"I know how, I just don't have to tools, they're back home," she snapped, "I just don't want the engine to misfire." Dominic couldn't help but chuckle at her defensiveness. He nodded and motioned toward to empty garage. She stepped back into the running car and pulled it in.

Allaire huffed angrily and the guy walked away to get some tools. How dare he accuse her of not knowing how to fix her own car, the nerve. She was ready to leave when the man came back with another guy.

"I guess I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Dominic and this is Vince," Dominic said with an outstretched hand.

"Allaire," Allaire said but made no move to shake his hand. Dom merely shrugged and turned to Allaire's car with Vince. He reached out and pulled the hood up and Vince whistled at the shiny new parts. This car was right off the production line.

"Where'd you get this baby?" Vince asked in awe and turned back to Allaire.

"Someone bought it for me," She said and both men looked at her.

Allaire sighed when she finally got home and pulled into the garage. An hour and five hundred dollars later they found the seal and fixed it. Allaire stepped out of her car and walked slowly over to the covered shape that now sat in the second garage space. She pulled the cover off and threw it to the ground. She ran her hand down the sleek hood and smiled. Her baby was finally here. A note on the trunk caught her attention. Tony had left it. What was it with this man and notes?

Wow, she's a beauty.

I was thinking you should see how she runs after the trip

There's a race tonight, ten second. Here's the address.

Allaire giggled happily and read the rest of the note. She ran into the house and got directions for the street off her computer. She was so excited; racing was just the thing she needed. Have some fun and make some cash, she vaguely wondered who the competition was.

Allaire pulled up to a crowd of people, they parted easily at the sight of her baby and the pretty purr it's engine made. She saw cars of all kinds pulled along the side of the road. She pulled into and stop and stepped out, she flicked her hair over one shoulder and smiled at the smell of gas and rubber. She saw three racers in the center and a proctor taking money for racing.

"We need and fourth racer, any takers?" shouted and proctor, no one stepped forward.

"Against Dom? Does he think we're crazy?" said one kid nearby and Allaire smirked, could this Dom be the same one from the garage? She felt her grin widen at the idea that it was him, she stepped forward.

Dom heard a female voice answer the question of participation. "I'll race," said Allaire, the girl form the garage. She seemed to recognize him because she gave him a cute smirk. Dom mentally laughed, her car had been nice but it wasn't a ten second car, for sure.

"You sure little lady, these boys play hard," said one guy and Allaire just smirked and handed over the money needed for participation. She walked back toward the direction of her car and Dom got into his. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl, she was obviously new here. She was going to lose a bunch of money her first night. Oh well, they all had to learn at some point.

Dom heard the purr of an engine and turned to see a 1997 blue corvette pull up beside him with Allaire in the driver's seat. She turned and gave a Dom a winked smile before turning back to face the road. Dom listened to the sound of her engine and felt his stomach sink. Maybe this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought.