Author's Note: Someone asked for teenaged Dotty daughter. This was a lot harder to write without giving her first name but I did it. Hope everyone is enjoying! I should have another fluffy tiny kidlet one for tomorrow. Updated rating for language in this chapter.

An Escape

"If I get caught my parents will kill me," the dark-skinned girl complained as she crept away from the darkened house just after midnight, making for her best-friend's car idling in the street. Her partner in crime only laughed, a husky sound that her voice had developed into sometime around her thirteenth year.

"Where's your sense of adventure?" she asked, grinning at her with a wicked little smile as she rounded the red '69 Shelby GT-500. She'd fixed the baby up with her parents, gaining the keys and her license at age 16. She'd run her first drag down Lafayette Ave two months later and the adrenaline rush had been addictive.

Some things her parents turned a blind eye to, but they warned her against getting in trouble with the cops and didn't want her out past midnight on a school night. And her father definitely, definitely did not want her at parties with college boys.

But she was nothing if not her parents' daughter and so she pushed the boundaries as far as she could, and broke more than a few "laws of the land" as her father called them. She was almost 17 now and in her mind that meant she was nearly an adult.

Her friend yanked open the passenger door and slid in carefully so as not to flash her panties in her too-short skirt. It was gold, which complimented the darkness of her skin, and the heels she wore were matching and strappy. Her top was black and her hair was curled. Her lips were glossy.

"Dios mio, who knew you cleaned up so well, Lia?"

"Shove it, Toretto," the other girl muttered back, tugging at her skirt. "You're one to talk."

The young woman had taken advantage of the curves she'd inherited from her mother, opting for a pair of snug black jeans that rode low on her hips and a red top in a clingy silky material that was mostly backless. Her red heels were sitting in the back seat. They weren't proper driving shoes. Her hair, which she'd taken her mother's advice with and stopped trying to tame and straighten, was let wild in a spill of black curls down her back. She wore lip gloss but no other makeup. She knew she didn't need it anyway.

"Look, Lia I know I look hot but are you done staring? I'm ready to go to the party." She smirked over at her friend who gave her the finger.

"You're the driver."

"Buckle your ass up."

"Fine, fine… Mom." Lia grumbled and fastened her seat belt.

Shifting out of park, the teenager put her foot to the pedal and they were off, the wind blowing in their hair and their laughter echoing down the street.

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It was after 3 am when Lia nudged her friend at the sound of a cell-phone going off. Drunkenly lifting her head from the railing of the balcony where she had puked up her last three beers and a jello shot, the teen moaned and fished it out of her pocket. The numbers blurred a moment before she realized it was her mother's cell phone.

You are in so much fucking trouble.

Shit. Ah shit. She groaned again and dropped her head, willing the text to go away. The party inside was still going on and though she'd had fun, damn she'd had fun… her stomach was telling her she'd had way too much fun. And Lia wasn't in any better shape. She didn't think she could make it to the car without falling over, let alone drive.

Her head spun. No, she definitely wasn't going to drive.

Her phone beeped again. She winced then hazarded a glance at it.

Address.

Sighing, she tabbed over to her address book, copying and pasting it and hitting reply. She groaned again, silent for a moment then blew a lock of hair out of her face.

"My mom's coming to get us..."

"Fuck," Lia whined. "I'm gonna get my ass beat."

"Tell me about it." Another sigh. Her stomach was feeling steadier. "Let's go wait out front for her. That way this isn't as embarrassing as it could be."

"Right..."

Together they picked up their shoes and wobbled back inside, waved weakly to the cute guys as they scurried out the front door.

Ten minutes sprawled on the front lawn counting the empty beer bottles and cans and crushed red solo cups and her mother's car was pulling up in front of the house. She lurched to her feet, her face green, clutching at her stomach and doubling over as Lia took way too long gathering their shoes.

Her mother didn't say a thing as she slid into the passenger seat, though she was relieved to see at least she'd come alone. She kept her head between her legs for most of the ride, cringing at each swerve and turn and dip. She muttered a weak "see ya" when Lia was dropped off in front of her house. Winced when she heard her friend's mother screaming before the screen door slammed shut.

They sat there for a moment before she realized they weren't moving, and the teenager slowly lifted her head to see her mother looking at her. She smiled weakly.

"Mami… I'm-"

"Don't you Mami me," Letty replied, her brow winging up. "You're not five years old anymore. Those big eyes might work on your father but they won't work on me."

"I'm sorry," she finished weakly.

"You're going to be sorry. You're going to be real sorry when you're up all night throwing up all that beer. And tomorrow morning when I wake you up for school and your head is pounding with the worst hangover you'll ever have in your life. And you'll be really sorry if your father sees that top you have on, or if he ever gets wind of anything unladylike you did at that party."

The girl clamped her mouth shut, fear in her eyes. "How did you-"

"Sweetheart, Mami was 16 once too. Everything you did, I've done better. Or worse, depending on how you look at it. So that's why you're going to deal with the vomit and you're going to go to school tomorrow when you feel like shit. And we won't tell Papi about how many beers and mixed drinks you had. Or what you were wearing or how old the boys at the party were. Tomorrow after school we'll go and pick up your car and then you'll hand over the keys because you're grounded for the next week. No arguments. I'm sure your friend Lia is getting a hell of a lot worse."

The girl could only nod, wide-eyed.

"Good. Next time mija, stick to partying on the weekends."