A/N: I'm going to end this and leave a bit of mystery for the next part of this, will take place as Fast Six. Then I will proceed onto Tokyo Drift. My darling partner will edit it for me while she sets up her next fanfiction, which will be a HitsuKarin as far as i know, though she is thinking about doing Walking Dead or something else that's gamey.
I threw the bottle at the brick wall. I had the room soundproofed so I wouldn't wake up my son. We had been here in England for about a year, as Charlie was ten. I thought I had felt everything. Seen everything. Done everything... Damn, I was wrong.
It was easy to know you had been responsible to know you had killed your unborn child. In order to be okay with it, they didn't have to grow up with you as fucked up as you were. Knowing you had been the primary cause of your second dead child was a different thing entirely. I grabbed another empty bottle, throwing it too.
Mia had the baby a few months ago. He was truly beautiful, even if he was stillborn. Brian is trying for another though. Has gone all sorts of way to increase the chances.
Dom and Elena live somewhere around. Last I heard, he was alright.
Han and Gisele were traveling after our... argument.
Tej was somewhere around, doing whatever. I never kept up with him and Rome. I occasionally texted them just to make sure that they were alive.
I looked up at the light as Charlie opened the door with a tear stained face. He sat next to me, clutching onto my arm. Since his siter left, he began thinking for himself, paid attention to the little things, and did what he could to help me with my car. I still raced constantly. The cops absolutely hated me.
I sighed, rubbing my son's shoulder. "We'll be okay, son. I promise we will."
"How can you say that? Dad's gone, Julianna's gone, the baby's gone..."
"Don't think about the negatives son. That's my job, and mine only."