I am so sorry fans. I am such a bad author i always forget to update and then it takes like six months. I am really sorry. However, thank you guys so much for still reading this and i know some of you are becuase i still get a random email about my story every now and then.

I hope you like this chapter it is a flash back from brian of when he was a kid while he is in a coma. I dont know how long i am going to keep him in it yet but thier will at least be one more chapter from the past in his point of view.

disclaimer. I do not own anything from Fast and Furious though i totally wished i did becuase Brian and Dom would so be locked in my room 24/7 :)

Enjoy

Brian's POV

Everything hurts it feels as if I have broken every bone in my body. There was no place were I could hide from my pain. I could only remember seeing one face as everything went black. A single face that I know and hate so much.

I started to hear a low beeping off to my left. It was so steady and blunt. The continuous beats that I could not turn off. It was like an alarm clock that had no snooze. It was telling me it was time to wake up. Yet my eyelids felt like they had been sealed shut and had weights laid on them so I could not open them. It gave me something to think about other than the fire and pain that was burning through my veins.

It was such a tired some battle but it was the only thing I could do and I refuse to give up on a fight. After the entire struggle and the challenge it was like magic. My eyes opened to a light that shined so bright I thought it was a flame and it was going to engulf me. I suddenly realized I was not alone.

There was a soft gentle hand holding firmly holding my right hand. It was as it the owner of the hand was trying to will me to be okay. Just knowing I did not have to fight this battle on my own I realized it was not as hard as it had seemed when I only say black that was never ending. I turned my head to see who was going to help me fight this battle and was rewarded with a bright smile plastered on my sister's face as tears formed small streams down her cheeks and her eyes circled in red.

"Hey Sleeping Beauty you kept me waiting long enough." She said as she swiped away another tear that had spilled over her eye.

"Hey what is up with the tears? Where is mom I was just with her in the car and then things kinda got fuzzy." I was not completely lying to Lynn. I had been in the car with mom because she had just picked me up from jail. I had been in there for two years and it had felt so good to finally be free of that place. It was always someone yelling and fighting in their. I won't say I didn't contribute my fair share to it but that does not make it any less annoying when a new kid comes to my cell thinking he can fight and I kick his ass. Wait I am getting off topic. I am not lying to Lynn about that I am lying about things going fuzzy one thing I learned while I was in their was how to stay fully alert no matter how you feel. I stayed alert long enough to feel the car start to roll and roll and roll. We had flipped over what felt like five times but that was not the point. The point was I seen my fathers face through the window right before he hit us with the car.

"Brian your mother is dead," came a voice from across the room. I turned my head so I could see who it was. I needed to see his face to make sure he really had the nerve to come here even though I knew the voice.

As soon as I knew it was him anger started to fill my body. My entire being was screaming for me to get up and bet the man to a bloody pulp. How dare he even show his face after what he has done. The only thing that was stopping me from killing him was Lynn. I went to go sit up but she pushed me back down. "Get him out of here." My voice sounded a mile away but it was strong and fierce and as cold as ice.

"Brian, calm down it is just dad its fine." Lynn gave me a strange look while a new wave of tears threatened to fall. "I know it is hard to hear about Mom but the funeral is tomorrow and it is not Dad's fault it's the guy who hit you that caused mom to die." She continued to babble but I was not paying attention. I could feel my anger continue to build as I started at him. He was no father to me. I may share his blood but he is not related to me. I would never try to kill my own son because he was a disgrace. The beeping started to get faster.

"Get him the hell out of my room NOW!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. My sister tried to interrupt me when a concerned nurse stuck he head in.

"Sir, will you please calm down, what is the problem?" she addressed me. How can no one realize the man across the room from me is a killer. He killed his won wife.

"I won't calm down until he is out of my sight and this hospital." Rage was causing me to shake if I could have stood up without blacking out his throat would be clutched in my hands.

"Officer O'Conner I understand that you have gone through a lot lately and you are worried and want to be here for your son but it may be best for you to go and settle some things at home. Maybe get some sleep." The Nurse was trying to not hurt his feelings but at least it helped. He got up from his chair and crossed over to me and Lynn. Leaning over he gave Lynn a hug and kissed her forehead. Then he made a motion to give me a hug.

God I wish I have never of woken up. If Lynn was not holding my one arm and the other broken I would have taken his gun and shot him. However, that did not happen. Instead he whispered, "Forget whatever you thing you know. If not we will have one of our good long talks." To bad they were a lot more than talks and had no affect on me after ten years of them. After I made no attempt to give him a hug in return he walked out the door.

"Brian, what is going on I know you don't like Dad but he was not doing anything but sitting there." Lynn gave ma a disappointed look as she spoke. She did not understand what life with him was life for me. I was the one that took his drunken blows when he came home at night. I was the one that he used as a punching bag when he was mad. I was the one that had instinctually gotten caught stealing a car to get away from his blows for a little while. Lynn did not know. I am sure she might have thought it a couple of times when she would see the bruises all over my body but I just told him I had a bad day at football the day before. Mom and I had always protected her from that pat of "Dad" but I could not do it on my own anymore. It was time for Lynn to finally realize who our father really was.

"Lynn, don't try to protect him. Dad is not the kind of guy you think he is."

Sorry i know it is short. Please dont hate me life is busy and i forget a lot :( review or alerts make my day. expetually when i realize i have not updated in 6 monthes and i get a random review. Anything to say good bad or ugly just PM me or review.