When the elevator stopped and its doors smoothly opened, Amie found herself unable to move. She expected to see a corridor with doors, however, she was welcomed by a small hallway with only one door, opposite the elevator.

There was nothing special about it. The walls were boringly white. Against the right wall stood a small oak table with a soft cloth covering it and above it sat an oval mirror. The apartment's door was also made of oak, smooth and plain just like the silver doorknob.

Still, Amie struggled to find strength inside of her to move forward. Her stomach clenched. With each step she was about to take Amie moved closer to her last goodbye and the thought scared her. She needed to part with him, she knew - somehow, although the raw, raging emotions inside of her, would probably never disappear – she needed to say goodbye to Johnny and all he represented. The realisation of how much she cared for him and how much she missed him, scared her.

Amie hoped that if she could leave the keys behind and destroy the piece of paper with the address, he would stop messing with her mind when she slept. She could not last another night of dreaming and longing for somebody who... was dead.

The elevator started closing and Amie darted forward quickly, the doors touching her shoulders before swiftly opening again when met with resistance. Playing with the set of keys in her hand, rubbing the sharp teeth with a pad of her thumb, Amie slowly approached the doors before her.

Maybe if I did not hesitate... Toretto quickly shook her head. It was no point to wonder and think about what-ifs and maybes could have changed. He was dead and there was no turning back in time. Choking on a small sob, Amie rushed towards the door. With her eyes clouded by tears, it took her longer than it should fit the key into the lock, making her swear under her breath.

But as she tried to unlock the door, Amie realised it was already open. She froze for a moment. Her heart started beating rapidly and before she knew what possessed her, Amie abruptly opened the door and marched inside, eyes wide as she searched the flat around her.

Standing in the middle of the hallway with polished dark wood floor, Amie ignored the coat hanger and shoe rack to her right and made two steps forward. Before her lay a spacious living room with a huge beige sofa. The size of the mounted television opposite to it was ridiculous, but with it, Amie also noticed a sound system standing on the long white table beneath the tv. Her stomach turned when she remembered the parties her family used to have. She quickly shook her head.

The flat was simply plain; it lacked decoration as if it was never really used. Still, it was spotlessly clean. With a heavy heart, she realised the painful difference between Johnny's house and this flat - he must have left it like this on purpose to let her go wild with decorating it and making it her home. Amie quickly rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands. His name tried to crawl its way up her throat and escape into the daylight, it longed to echo against the walls of the flat which was meant to belong to her - them maybe - but she forced it down, attempting to forget how to even say his name. She did not want to push herself that low to call his name when she knew that he would never come back, he would never hear her call.

"Who the hell are you?!" sharp tone suddenly echoed through the flat, making Amie jump and turn quickly to her left.

In the corridor, only a few steps from her, stood a beautiful girl with short dark hair, barely reaching her sharp chin. Her eyes narrowed and hands placed on her hips, she stood only a few centimetres smaller than Amie. Still, she had a dangerous air surrounding her.

"I asked you something," the young woman growled and her cheeks flushed with anger. "Have your mother never thought you any manners?"

Amie frowned and turned to face the stranger fully. "And who are you?" she asked, wincing at how weak her voice sounded. "What are you doing here?"

The sound the other woman made was full of disbelief and mockery. "The flat belongs to my family, cow."

"Oh," Amie exhaled, realising why she found her so familiar. She ignored the insult. Attempting to control the burning tears from clouding her vision, Amie chuckled sadly, almost choking on the sound. She angrily wiped at her cheeks. "I am sorry - I didn't realise-"

"Obviously," she commented sharply. "Still does not explain what are you doing here?!"

"I..." she paused for a moment, looking down at the keys in her hand. "I came to return this..."

"How..." the young woman paused. "How do you… what's your name?"

Amie frowned. "What does it matter?"

The young woman stepped forward quickly. "I asked you something," she almost growled. If it wasn't for the strange tension in her shoulders, almost looking panicked, Amie would call her out on her rudeness.

"Amie."

"One of the Toretto's…"

She felt her spine straighten and her chin moved up. "And?"

"My name is Cara," she introduced herself calmly, a complete turnaround of her behaviour. "I am Johnny's sister. He talks—talked about you quite a lot."

"He has?" Amie perked up a little, taking a small step forward until she realised the stupidity of her action. With the back of her hand, Amie tried to push the tears back and out of her eyes, rubbing them harshly. "You are the sister my brother fucked."

Cara flinched at hearing those words, but if the sudden turn of conversation affected her other than that, she didn't let it show. She cleared her throat. "That would be me."

"Great," Amie chuckled mirthlessly. "What a sad duo we make."

"Are you alright?"

The youngest of Toretto's felt a strange swirl of emotions rising within her; anger and sadness, endless sorrow and desperation. "Do I look like I am alright?" she snapped, turning around on the back of her heel, looking at the room through the blurred vision caused by her tears. Amie had to fight an immense urge to follow the corridor to see what laid behind the closed doors. If it was a spotless bathroom or a spacious bedroom. However, she knew such a discovery would only make her pain worse. And so she turned around to face Cara again. "Just take the keys."

Tran's dark eyes shifted between Amie's red and puffy face and the bundle of keys, imprinted on Toretto's hand how hard she held it. "It is yours," Cara said almost gently.

"No."

"Yes, it is. Johnny told me."

"Johnny is dead," Amie snapped harshly. "I don't want it. Take it."

"Why not?"

"Why – why?!" sound somewhere between a burst of cruel laughter and an exhale full of disbelief escaped her lips. "I can't live here. It is his—"

"It's yours."

"Bullshit."

"It is," Cara rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. Leaning heavily on one of her legs, she exhaled loudly. "Johnny bought it and planned to give it to you if things go well between the two of you," she explained simply as if she was talking about the weather. "But with what happened… well… he did put you down as a second owner. Now, when he… when… well, it has pretty much fallen into your lap, girl."

Amie took a while to react. "No," she said harshly, throwing the keys on the table next to the wall, which stood painfully empty but without a speck of dust. Her palm itched as if the keys scorched her. "I don't want it. Keep it. Sell it. Burn it—"

"Are you stupid?" Cara interrupted her. "What's so special about a house with bullet holes? What ya planning to do with it?"

"Well, that's none of your business, is it?" Amie snapped at her, eyes flashing dangerously. The anger burned away inside of her, constantly fed with a hungry need for revenge. Jesse's dead body flashed before her eyes, the way his empty eyes stared at her when she finally made her way towards him and Mia.

"Johnny wouldn't want—"

"I don't care what he would or wouldn't want!" she turned around, screaming, with a tremble in her hands. Liar, said a condescending voice in her head, but Amie ignored it. "If he did care what I wanted – at least a little bit - he would never go shooting my family, would he?!"

Cara Tran paused, eyes wide as she searched for something to reply. Her gaze moved towards the keys on the table, back to Toretto and then behind her, however, Amie hadn't paid any attention to it. "Amie—"

"Save it," she growled out as she tore into the piece of paper, which she clung to ever since he gave it to her. When the tiny parts of the address fell to the floor, Amie marched out of the flat without a hint of hesitation, without turning over her shoulder. "I don't want to hear from anyone named Tran ever again!"

ashleymckeown95: Awww I am sorry, I didn't want to make you cry! Just hold on tight, you will see where this goes!

Hello to you, dear reader! Oh how happy I am to see you again - that you waited for so long! I am really sorry there has been such a long pause between the chapters, and I wish I could promise that will change, but that would be a lie.

There are not enough hours in one day. Not at all, trust me. Work, toddler, work, house, toddler, needy dog, toddler, half night sleep, work, toddler. Also might be getting a promotion, which would mean I will have even less time. Yaaay.

I will be trying my best to update soon!

Thank you for all your patience and comments! Take care and enjoy the summer :)

NEXT UP: Amie struggles to make money to cover all of the bills. An unexpected visitor comes to see her at Toretto's. Mia reaches out to her.

Kall xx