YEAR ONE-
Letty's POV
The rest of July passed by quickly and with it I slowly withdrew. I was mad at Dom for playing me, I was hurt because he had broken up with me but mostly I was completely overwhelmed with how much I missed him, hated him and loved him all at the same time. Each week a letter arrived for Mia and I, sometimes by Vince or mum but most of the time through the post. Mia opened her's immediately after receiving it but I took it and placed it away until everyone was asleep then I would read it.
Every letter he wrote he apologized and kept things as light as only Dom could. Asking how I was, how school was, how the garage was going. Though I never replied to him he still sent the letters every week.
I was brooding under the car I was working on. I knew ever since that visit with Dom I had been a bitch to deal with. My grades had dropped and I had been getting into fights at school, I knew it would only be a matter of time before I had to leave school. Vince and Jesse were often on the receiving ends of my temper. I rarely hung out with Mia unless I had to, mum and I seemed to be at war with each other all the time but I just couldn't help it. My life was falling apart and I couldn't do anything to stop it and nothing seemed to help. Leon was the only one who I was willing to be around but that was because he was the one person who didn't mention Dom unless I did. He knew that I didn't want to speak about it. When Dom first got sent away he had made his opinion once and never spoke of it again.
"Letty Dom loves you. I can't believe how easily you're giving up on this. Deep down you know why he's done this."
"I would have done anything to make it work but he turned around and told me everything I had ever feared to hear him say. He's made his decision now he has to live with it."
Before I knew it August was here and it had been a month since Dom had been put away… a month since I had seen the son of a bitch who had broken my heart.
"Sweetheart, Dom's on the phone. He wants to talk to you." I glared at her as she walked in my room. Was she serious? Now he wanted to fucking talk to me?
"I don't have a fucking thing to say to him." I spat.
"Letty." Mum snapped and I shrugged unfazed by her scolding.
"Get up, you will not speak that way. You will get on the phone and hear what he has to say to you. NOW!" She yelled and I rolled my eyes not moving but held my hand out for the phone
"What?" I snapped into the phone ignoring the look mum sent me before she walked out of the room.
"Hey." I heard his voice come through the phone softly.
"Hi." I snapped glaring at the wall.
"I wanted to talk to you and explain." I rolled my eyes and felt anger start to bubble up. Everyone had obviously told him about my attitude, he wouldn't have rung on his own.
"Well don't bother, I don't want to hear it. You said enough the last time I saw you." I spat angrily.
"Letty I didn't me-"
"I said I don't want to fucking hear it." I cut him off angrily as I felt angry tears start. I didn't want him to feel sorry for me or tell me some bullshit story s I would forgive him and help him sleep better at night.
"And while we're at it you can stop sending me the letters." I demanded but deep down I didn't want that. The letters were the only sign I had to let me know he was still thinking about me.
"That's not going to happen. I'm going to keep sending them as much as I want." I huffed angrily before I hung up the phone. I regretted it as soon as I did knowing he wouldn't be allowed to call back tonight but I was seething mad.
I refused to speak to Dom when he called after that. What did he expect that everything would just be okay? Fat fucking chance. When September hit I was even more moody then I had been before but I put it down to the fact I was still hurt. That was until I received a reminder text on my phone telling me I was overdue for my shot, by two months. Needless to say I freak out. I knew it was normal to miss a period here and there on the shot but I had been one of the lucky, or unfortunate depending on the way you looked at it, and actually still got mine. I realised I hadn't had one since a week before Dom and I had slept together. Or should I say fucked? He'd made his feelings perfectly clear on that matter.
I waited a few weeks just to see, after all I had had a lot of stress forced upon me. It could have just been nothing. With each passing day I grew angrier and angrier. How could we have been so stupid? After waiting a nearly another month and missing yet another I decided I had to suck it up and take the test. It was early October and I knew I couldn't put it off any longer. I skipped school, which had turned into a regular occurrence and while no one was home I took the test. It was only a three minute test but the minutes seemed to tick by too slowly and at the end of the three minutes I lost my nerve and threw it away without looking at it.
A week later at the garage the thought still weighing heavily on my mind is when I finally got them. It was a relief and I vowed no one would ever know about it.
November arrived and with it so did my semi-formal. I was against going to the point where mum and I got into a huge argument but it was Leon who convinced me to go, so I gave in. It was okay but the guy by my side wasn't the right one. Everything that night reminded me of Dom. The dress that he helped pick, the songs, the dancing, the looks… everything. Vince visited Dom a few days after it taking with him a small pile of photos. I scowled when he told me what he did.
"Why the fuck did you do that?"
"Let, do you have any idea how excited he was to see those?"
"No and I don't fucking care, you had no right." I swore angrily but he just glared at me.
"If you gave him a chance Letty you'll find he's been trying to apologize to you. He never meant what he said, he just wanted you to be happy."
"Well look at how great that turned out." I snapped.
Christmas reminded me of the D.R. It was lonely and I found myself flipping through the letters after everyone had gone to bed. It was then that I made my decision I wasn't going back to school in February. I was going to leave and work at the shop, gods knew we needed the extra help and with my last few grades I knew I couldn't go back.
"Over my dead body." My mum snapped after I dropped the bombshell.
"I'm old enough to make the decision and that's what I want." I stated and she scowled at me but kept silent knowing I was right.
"Dom's not happy." Vince stated making his opinion heard over dinner the night after he'd seen Dom.
"I couldn't care less." I muttered.
"Well you should because he cares a lot about you."
"Doesn't seem like it."
When my birthday arrived I dreaded the day because every time the phone rang I worried it was going to be him wanting to talk. As the day dragged on though I grew angry and disappointed at the fact he had yet to ring. Hadn't mum and Vince been telling me this whole time how much I mattered to him? Obviously not enough to remember my birthday.
"Let?"
"Yeah?" I asked as Mia walked into my or should I say our room seeing as we were more or less permanently living here.
"There's a phone call for you."
"Who is it?" I asked part of me hopeful, the other half uneasy.
"I don't know they wouldn't give their name." She shrugged and she seemed genuine. My heart fell a little realizing it wasn't Dom.
"Hello?" I asked sighing sadly as Mia left.
"Hey…happy birthday." My breath caught in my throat as I heard his voice. It had been months but it still sound exactly the same.
"Let?" I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as the pain got too much.
"Don't call me that, you gave up that right months ago… I'm surprised you remembered." I said snapping at him.
"Letty, I'd never forget."
"Fine, I'm surprised you bothered. I thought I said I didn't want to hear from you?" I demanded but deep down I didn't mean it and I'm glad he hadn't listened to me.
"Letty I've written to you every week. Why would I not call on your birthday?"
"You said you wanted nothing to do with me and I said I didn't want to hear from you." I closed my eyes, the painful memory resurfacing involuntary.
"Letty… Have you read my letters?" He asked softly.
"No." I lied and nearly cursed as he called me out immediately.
"Liar."
"Dom what do you want?" I asked tiredly.
"I wanted to wish you a happy birthday."
"Okay well you have-"
"Don't hang up on me. Let me explain… please?" Noticing I was starting to shake with pent up emotions I shook my head even though he couldn't see.
"Not today." I said quietly before rushing off to find someone else for him to talk to.
March and June came and went quickly leaving me with even more painful memories as July came and with it Dom's birthday. It was a mazing at how much had changed in a year. Tony's anniversary gave me another reason to stay in the funk I had found myself in but when the one year mark hit for Dom begin in prison. I knew it was only a matter of time before I had to face the facts. I had to speak with him whether it be by letter or by phone I had to know the truth.
Letty's POV
The rest of July passed by quickly and with it I slowly withdrew. I was mad at Dom for playing me, I was hurt because he had broken up with me but mostly I was completely overwhelmed with how much I missed him, hated him and loved him all at the same time. Each week a letter arrived for Mia and I, sometimes by Vince or mum but most of the time through the post. Mia opened her's immediately after receiving it but I took it and placed it away until everyone was asleep then I would read it.
Every letter he wrote he apologized and kept things as light as only Dom could. Asking how I was, how school was, how the garage was going. Though I never replied to him he still sent the letters every week.
I was brooding under the car I was working on. I knew ever since that visit with Dom I had been a bitch to deal with. My grades had dropped and I had been getting into fights at school, I knew it would only be a matter of time before I had to leave school. Vince and Jesse were often on the receiving ends of my temper. I rarely hung out with Mia unless I had to, mum and I seemed to be at war with each other all the time but I just couldn't help it. My life was falling apart and I couldn't do anything to stop it and nothing seemed to help. Leon was the only one who I was willing to be around but that was because he was the one person who didn't mention Dom unless I did. He knew that I didn't want to speak about it. When Dom first got sent away he had made his opinion once and never spoke of it again.
"Letty Dom loves you. I can't believe how easily you're giving up on this. Deep down you know why he's done this."
"I would have done anything to make it work but he turned around and told me everything I had ever feared to hear him say. He's made his decision now he has to live with it."
Before I knew it August was here and it had been a month since Dom had been put away… a month since I had seen the son of a bitch who had broken my heart.
"Sweetheart, Dom's on the phone. He wants to talk to you." I glared at her as she walked in my room. Was she serious? Now he wanted to fucking talk to me?
"I don't have a fucking thing to say to him." I spat.
"Letty." Mum snapped and I shrugged unfazed by her scolding.
"Get up, you will not speak that way. You will get on the phone and hear what he has to say to you. NOW!" She yelled and I rolled my eyes not moving but held my hand out for the phone
"What?" I snapped into the phone ignoring the look mum sent me before she walked out of the room.
"Hey." I heard his voice come through the phone softly.
"Hi." I snapped glaring at the wall.
"I wanted to talk to you and explain." I rolled my eyes and felt anger start to bubble up. Everyone had obviously told him about my attitude, he wouldn't have rung on his own.
"Well don't bother, I don't want to hear it. You said enough the last time I saw you." I spat angrily.
"Letty I didn't me-"
"I said I don't want to fucking hear it." I cut him off angrily as I felt angry tears start. I didn't want him to feel sorry for me or tell me some bullshit story s I would forgive him and help him sleep better at night.
"And while we're at it you can stop sending me the letters." I demanded but deep down I didn't want that. The letters were the only sign I had to let me know he was still thinking about me.
"That's not going to happen. I'm going to keep sending them as much as I want." I huffed angrily before I hung up the phone. I regretted it as soon as I did knowing he wouldn't be allowed to call back tonight but I was seething mad.
I refused to speak to Dom when he called after that. What did he expect that everything would just be okay? Fat fucking chance. When September hit I was even more moody then I had been before but I put it down to the fact I was still hurt. That was until I received a reminder text on my phone telling me I was overdue for my shot, by two months. Needless to say I freak out. I knew it was normal to miss a period here and there on the shot but I had been one of the lucky, or unfortunate depending on the way you looked at it, and actually still got mine. I realised I hadn't had one since a week before Dom and I had slept together. Or should I say fucked? He'd made his feelings perfectly clear on that matter.
I waited a few weeks just to see, after all I had had a lot of stress forced upon me. It could have just been nothing. With each passing day I grew angrier and angrier. How could we have been so stupid? After waiting a nearly another month and missing yet another I decided I had to suck it up and take the test. It was early October and I knew I couldn't put it off any longer. I skipped school, which had turned into a regular occurrence and while no one was home I took the test. It was only a three minute test but the minutes seemed to tick by too slowly and at the end of the three minutes I lost my nerve and threw it away without looking at it.
A week later at the garage the thought still weighing heavily on my mind is when I finally got them. It was a relief and I vowed no one would ever know about it.
November arrived and with it so did my semi-formal. I was against going to the point where mum and I got into a huge argument but it was Leon who convinced me to go, so I gave in. It was okay but the guy by my side wasn't the right one. Everything that night reminded me of Dom. The dress that he helped pick, the songs, the dancing, the looks… everything. Vince visited Dom a few days after it taking with him a small pile of photos. I scowled when he told me what he did.
"Why the fuck did you do that?"
"Let, do you have any idea how excited he was to see those?"
"No and I don't fucking care, you had no right." I swore angrily but he just glared at me.
"If you gave him a chance Letty you'll find he's been trying to apologize to you. He never meant what he said, he just wanted you to be happy."
"Well look at how great that turned out." I snapped.
Christmas reminded me of the D.R. It was lonely and I found myself flipping through the letters after everyone had gone to bed. It was then that I made my decision I wasn't going back to school in February. I was going to leave and work at the shop, gods knew we needed the extra help and with my last few grades I knew I couldn't go back.
"Over my dead body." My mum snapped after I dropped the bombshell.
"I'm old enough to make the decision and that's what I want." I stated and she scowled at me but kept silent knowing I was right.
"Dom's not happy." Vince stated making his opinion heard over dinner the night after he'd seen Dom.
"I couldn't care less." I muttered.
"Well you should because he cares a lot about you."
"Doesn't seem like it."
When my birthday arrived I dreaded the day because every time the phone rang I worried it was going to be him wanting to talk. As the day dragged on though I grew angry and disappointed at the fact he had yet to ring. Hadn't mum and Vince been telling me this whole time how much I mattered to him? Obviously not enough to remember my birthday.
"Let?"
"Yeah?" I asked as Mia walked into my or should I say our room seeing as we were more or less permanently living here.
"There's a phone call for you."
"Who is it?" I asked part of me hopeful, the other half uneasy.
"I don't know they wouldn't give their name." She shrugged and she seemed genuine. My heart fell a little realizing it wasn't Dom.
"Hello?" I asked sighing sadly as Mia left.
"Hey…happy birthday." My breath caught in my throat as I heard his voice. It had been months but it still sound exactly the same.
"Let?" I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as the pain got too much.
"Don't call me that, you gave up that right months ago… I'm surprised you remembered." I said snapping at him.
"Letty, I'd never forget."
"Fine, I'm surprised you bothered. I thought I said I didn't want to hear from you?" I demanded but deep down I didn't mean it and I'm glad he hadn't listened to me.
"Letty I've written to you every week. Why would I not call on your birthday?"
"You said you wanted nothing to do with me and I said I didn't want to hear from you." I closed my eyes, the painful memory resurfacing involuntary.
"Letty… Have you read my letters?" He asked softly.
"No." I lied and nearly cursed as he called me out immediately.
"Liar."
"Dom what do you want?" I asked tiredly.
"I wanted to wish you a happy birthday."
"Okay well you have-"
"Don't hang up on me. Let me explain… please?" Noticing I was starting to shake with pent up emotions I shook my head even though he couldn't see.
"Not today." I said quietly before rushing off to find someone else for him to talk to.
March and June came and went quickly leaving me with even more painful memories as July came and with it Dom's birthday. It was a mazing at how much had changed in a year. Tony's anniversary gave me another reason to stay in the funk I had found myself in but when the one year mark hit for Dom begin in prison. I knew it was only a matter of time before I had to face the facts. I had to speak with him whether it be by letter or by phone I had to know the truth.