Title: Scratch
Author: Nakita1031
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything TFATF, don’t sue.
Feedback: Duh, of course! Lol.
Summary: Set after TFATF. Four years ago, Letty broke up with Dom. Four years later, he’s finally moving on. He has the perfect life. He’s about to get engaged, settle down, and have kids. Only there’s one little problem...

Scratch
Chapter One.

“Sh-t Dom, I’m running so late!” She said as she scrambled around the condo, looking for her keys. Dom spied them on the coffee table and picked them up.

“Debbie, heads up.” He called out as he tossed them her way. She caught them immediately and smiled.

“Thanks baby.” She said as she kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you tonight.” She said, grabbing her briefcase from the floor.

He was going to say bye but she was already out the door. It wasn’t like her to be late, she was usually the most put together and timely person on earth. He wished he could be as responsible. He’d gotten better over the years, but she was sometimes so proper and pulled together, that he felt he wasn’t good enough for her. But then he would remind himself how much she loved him and how much he loved her, and all those insecure thoughts would go out the window. As he looked around their condo, he had to smile. They’d built a wonderful life together, and it was only the beginning. Today was a big day, a huge step in the rest of their lives.

***

“Can I help you?” The smiling woman asked politely.

“Yeah. I need to buy a ring.” He said sternly.

I need to buy a ring?

“I mean, I want to buy a ring.” He said, correcting himself almost immediately.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place. Let me show you some styles.” She said as she pulled out her keys. Just then, his cell phone rang. He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled it out.

“Hello?” He said as he flipped it open.

“Hey brotha. You comin to the garage today?”

He rolled his eyes. Just Vince.

“Yeah, later man. I’m kind of caught up right now.” He stated.

“Well, look Dom, the reason I’m calling......um, I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Heads up about what?” Dom asked confused. He held a polite finger up to the saleswoman, signaling he’d be just a minute.

“Um, look, I don’t want to cause any trouble. I just thought you should know. I’m not positive, just heard some rumblings around town.”

“Vince. Stop talkin in circles man. Rumblings about what?” He asked, more confused than ever.

“About her.”

He didn’t have to say her name. He knew immediately who ‘her’ was, and his stomach immediately tied in about a million knots.

“What about her?” He asked quietly, through clenched teeth.

“Heard she’s in town.” Said Vince.

“Who’d you hear this from?” Dom asked.

“Hector. Look man, I’m sorry. I don’t want to f-ck up your game bro, I just thought you’d wanna know. Letty’s aunt passed away. So, she’s in town for the funeral.”

Letty...

Without saying anything else, Dom flipped the phone shut. What the f-ck. Why today? Of ALL days. And why the hell did he have to say her feckin name?

“Well, sir, this one is absolutely gorgeous. As you can see it has an emerald cut and....”

“I have to go.” Dom said, cutting her off. He opened the door harshly, and let it slam shut. The bright sun pierced his eyes. He reached for his sunglasses and put them on. What the f-ck. Why today?? Why the hell did he even care? Why the hell did hearing her name infuriate him so much? Yet again, why the hell did he even care? He felt his blood boil. Why the hell did she still have the ability to make him IRATE?! How the hell could she still have this hold on him?

keep going ...I like it

Why oh why would you post such a teeny tiny bit? Tease. :P

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Debbi!?!?! Who in the hell is Debbi!? :angry:

do update soon please :D

update soon please :D :D :D

Ha, wasn't the first time I've been called a tease! Lol. J/K Lmao. :P

Sorry so short, the idea hit me yesterday and I had to write something to keep from going insane so...lol. I forgot to mention where I got the title Scratch from. It's from this song by Kendall Payne called Scratch (obviosly, lol). It was played on Grey's Anatomy and it was so beautiful it gave me chills. Here's a link to the lyrics.
http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/felicityvol2/scratch.htm

Thx for the reviews guys, I'll try to write something soon. I hate when work gets in the way of fun time, lol.

Awww Girl! This story sounds familiar...I wonder if Dom and Letty will have the same ending.

Miss you! Keep writing okay? Makes ya feel better.

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*happy sigh*

Love it!!!! More soon.

I like the start of this fic. :) Please, do continue, your audience awaits.

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GOOD START!! PLEASE UPDATE SOON. i LIKE THIS STORY SO FAR!!

Chapter 2

“What can I get for you?”

Dom looked around the bar at the beers on tap. Miller Lite. Shitty. Yuengling. Shit. Coors Lite. All shit.

“We got a $2.00 Corona special.” The bartender offered, seeing Dom was indecisive.

“I don’t drink Corona.” Dom said sternly, almost yelling it. The bartender was taken aback, but handled it well.

“Well, how about a...”

“How bout a shot of Jack.” Said Dom. “Make it a double.”

“You got it buddy.” The bartender said as he grabbed the Jack Daniels bottle and poured the shot. He placed it in front of him. Dom stared at the shot for about a minute, knowing that he was headed down a one way street to hell. He picked up the shot glass and quickly swallowed the shot, the Tennessee whiskey burning his throat the whole way down. He set the glass out in front of him and motioned for the bartender to pour another.

He looked around. What the hell was he doing? In some dive bar just outside LA? Was he really this pathetic? Did she really just cause him to go back there?

“Fuck her.” He muttered to himself as he kicked back the second shot.

He was pissed now, thinking about the last time he headed down this road. It was that night. Four fuckin years ago. April 21, 2003. 8:23 pm.

“I can’t do this anymore Dom.”.......

“Do what Letty?” He asked as he walked into their bedroom, rolling his eyes. He’d had it up to here with her fuckin mood swings.

“This Dom. This right here. This is what I can’t do anymore.” She said calmly.

Her calm attitude threw him off. When they fought, it was never calm. It was then that he noticed....

“What the hell is THAT?” He yelled, pointing to her suitcases on the floor.

She crossed her arms and stood tall, feet firmly planted.

“Letty?” He asked again.

“What the hell does it look like Dom?” She said snidely.

“Don’t fuckin do that.” Said Dom.

“Do what?” She asked.

“Answer my question with another fuckin question!” He yelled.

“See! This is what I’m talking about Dominic!” She yelled back.

“What? What are YOU fuckin talkin about Letty, huh?” He yelled back even louder.

“This! This constant fucking fighting! It’s all we do Dom! I’m sick of it. And I’m fuckin done.” She said, her voice slowly regaining it’s calmer tone.

Dom rubbed his head in frustration. He felt bad. She was right. They did fight a lot. Ever since.....

“Letty...” He said calmly as he walked over to her, placing his hands on her crossed arms, bringing them down to her side.

“Dom please. Don’t make this any harder than it already is.” She said quietly, her voice almost a whisper.

“What are you sayin Letty?”

“I’m saying....I can’t do this anymore.” She whispered, staring at her luggage on the floor.

“So what, you’re leaving?”

She nodded.

“Fine. If you need a break, fine. Go.” He said, dropping her arms.

“This isn’t a break Dom. I’m.....done.” She said sternly.

“Are you fucking kidding me Letty?!” He yelled, almost laughing.

She bent over and began gathering her bags. He stormed over to her and grabbed them out of her hands.

“Gimme my fuckin bags Dom.” She yelled and proceeded to snatch one back out of his hand. He threw the other bag down and grabbed her by her arms once again, but gently.

“Letty, please, we can fix this.” He said quietly, almost begging.

Her eyes softened a little. Deep down she wanted nothing more than to stay. To work on things. But there was way to much damage to undo. Things had been so different since they’d gotten back from Mexico. Nothing but constant fighting with almost no making up. Blame, guilt, sadness surrounding them. She didn’t have anymore fight in her. Her eyes softened a little, but she wouldn’t relent.

“I have to go.” She said, breaking free from his embrace. And with that, she gathered her bags yet again.

Dom never did handle rejection well, from anyone, especially her. He felt the anger start somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach, and work it’s way up. Finally, he just exploded.

“You wanna go Letty? Huh? Fine! Go!” He yelled, tossing the rest of her bags into the hallway. “You wanna give up on us? After EVERYTHING we’ve been through?! Fine. Get the fuck out! You’re a fuckin slut bitch anyway.” He added. Shit. Bad idea.

“WHAT did you just call me?” Letty muttered through clenched teeth.

Dom rubbed his head. Stupid. It was stupid. He didn’t mean it.

“Look, Let...”

He should have seen it coming. But she was fast. He didn’t really feel it until about ten seconds after her fist left his face. It wasn’t a slap. Letty didn’t slap.

They stood there. Silent. Staring each other down. She spoke first.

“Fuck You Dom.”

...three little words...

And with that, she gathered her bags for the final time and walked out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

...three little words...

How could three little words have so much power?

But it wasn’t the words that hurt. It was the look in her eyes when she said them.

Jesus. That was intense.

You're good. But that's something you already know, keep going.

;)

Vxn

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I like the way this one is going. Keep it up.

Thank you guys!!! I worked on the next chapter at work today, lol, so, more coming soon. :D

PS. Anjel (Vixxen)~ Thank you so much for all your support this past crazy ass month. You're a great friend, and I won't forget it. Love you!!! :P

Oh geez, don't get all mushy on me now :P Well, thats what my crazy ass is here for! I know that writing it out will help you. And it helps me through my Dotty withdrawal, 'was about to go to therapy! God forbid.

Aww, shucks, you're not too bad yourself. Anyway, keep writing, people are really liking this one.

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I agree that fight wasssssss intense!!!! very very good i can't wait for more and i mean that CAN"T hehehehehehe

Very nice! Intense indeed. Loved it.

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Really liking this story. Looking forward to the next chapter. :)

Chapter 3

“Hey!”

Dom’s eyes fluttered open and then shut again.

“Hey! No sleeping at the bar!” The bartender yelled as he slapped the bar with his hand, startling Dom to wake up. His eyes flew open and he sat up straight in his chair.

“Look man, you gotta go. You were sleeping at the bar. Do you want me to call you a cab?” The bartender offered somewhat politely.

“Naw man.” Dom said as he stood up, trying to find his balance. He was drunk, that much he knew. How the hell he was gonna get home was an entirely different problem. Shit. Home. How the hell was he gonna explain this one to Debbie? An hour away from home. Piss ass drunk. All because of her. Fuck her.

He stumbled out of the bar, bumping into a nearby trash can and almost knocking it over. He regained his balance and whipped out his sunglasses. The sun was way too bright after sitting....well....sleeping in a dark bar for four hours. He stumbled toward his car. He knew he shouldn’t drive. But then again, he shouldn’t be doing a lot of things. He fumbled for his keys anyway and attempted to unlock his car door. He couldn’t seem to get the key in which was probably a good thing. “Fuck.” He mumbled as his keys fell to the ground. He bent over to pick them up and that’s when he noticed a motel across the street. The Cozy Inn, it was called. He laughed to himself. Cozy? In this part of town? Fuck it, he thought. He’d sleep it off, and drive home in a few hours.

He checked into a slum hole room and sprawled out onto the bed. “Ugh.” He groaned, rubbing his head. He was in for one hell of a hangover. He closed his eyes and within seconds he was asleep.

“Dom you awake?”

His eyes fluttered open and her face slowly came into view. Her voice was extra raspy having just woken up herself. He smiled a sleepy smile and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“Morning.” He said, his own voice heavy and raspy as well.

“Morning.” She replied, smiling slightly. “I’m gonna get a shower. I got a ten o’clock oil change comin in.” She said as she pushed the covers off and sat up. A heavy arm caught her and pulled her back down.

“Dom!” She giggled. “Seriously, I’m gonna be late.”

He pulled her close and smoothed her hair back from her face.

“Just tell him, you had some business to attend to with your boss.” He growled as he steadied himself on top of her, gathering her hands above her head.

“Business huh?” She purred as she leaned up, her lips meeting his.

“Yeah.....business.” He whispered as he worked her tank top up over her head. She ran her tiny hands up his back, her nails grazing his skin ever so lightly, just enough to drive him wild....

Dom’s eyes flew open and he practically jumped out of bed. He looked around, his eyes wildly searching the room. Fuck. Just a dream. Of course it was just a dream. But it seemed so.....real. They always did. It was always the same dream too. Waking up. Next to her. Seeing her face. Touching her. Laughing at her. Laughing with her. Hearing her voice...

Her voice...

He looked at the clock. 12:30?! What the hell? He’d slept for eight and a half hours?! Shit. He reached for his phone. Two missed calls. Home. Shit. Debbie. She was going to be pissed. Or was she? Debbie never really got pissed. Whatever. He gathered his stuff from the floor, checked out, and headed home.

***

He entered the condo quietly, practically tip toeing across the floor. The lights were off. The bedroom door was closed. She was probably asleep. Please be asleep... He opened the bedroom door quietly and peered in. Relief rushed over him. She was asleep.

Things were so different. His relationship with Debbie was so different.

She wouldn’t have been asleep. She would have been waiting up. Smirking. Eyes dark. Arms crossed. Pissed. Awaiting an explanation. Owed an explanation. Sometimes he’d give her one. Other times he wouldn’t. They’d fight like hell. They’d make up...

God, the making up....

Fuck.

He ran a hand over his head and grabbed his cigarettes, heading out onto the balcony of their condo. How the hell, four years later, could she still have this hold on him?! It drove him crazy. It was driving him crazy. But WHY? He had a new life. With Debbie. He loved Debbie. He was going to marry Debbie. They were going to buy a house. They were going to have kids. Shit. Why was he saying “was”, as in past tense? Are. That’s better. They ARE going to get married. They ARE going to buy a house. They ARE going to have kids. He’d moved on. He was moving on.

At first, four years ago, he thought he would never move on. Never meet anyone else. Never love anyone else. And then he met Debbie. He was attending a speech with Mia at her college. He didn’t want to go, but Mia dragged him along to get him out of the house. Debbie was a friend of a friend of Mia’s. They’d started talking. They hit it off. They went on a date. He was surprised how much he liked her. She wasn’t what he was normally attracted to. She was clean cut. Proper. She had a bachelors degree in business. She was an Investment Specialist. A businesswoman. She wore skirts and pressed shirts, and she carried a briefcase. But she was funny. And sweet. And she loved him. But.... she was completely opposite than......her.

Her wore leather. Leather pants. Leather skirts. Clingy, snake skinned shirts. Leather boots. She was loud. Carried a knife. She cursed. A lot. She was a bitch. She was overprotective. A lover. A fighter. She never wore makeup. She lived fast. She loved fast. And slow. She pissed him off. A lot. They fought a lot. They made up a lot. She was messy. They were messy. It ended...messy...

And that’s when it hit him. It was the way it ended. Messy. He’d never gotten closure. He NEEDED closure. He had to see her. Not to get her back. He didn’t want her back. He didn’t. He loved Debbie. Debbie was his life now. Letty was his past. But he had to see her one last time.

For closure.

closure..tsss..great chapter..keep going

that right there was like....... whoa!

brilliant-ness hehehe update soon!

I am REALLY liking this story. And I love your writing style. This is great. :)

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Hes.........

Gahhhhhhh :o

They...........

GAHHHHHH! :ph43r:

More please!

Thank you for the replies. I'm glad you guys are liking this story. Writing is great therapy, lol. :)

you know my answer...

Screw closure. In both situations my darling :)

Keep this up and you'll get a surprise!

PS. LOADS OF PICTURES!! lmao.

Vxn

Yup. Some people can just never have....closure. No matter how hard they try to tell themselves that that's what they need. It just ain't happenin.
xoxo.

Because the people in that situation won't let it happen.

Point Final.

That's how it is. Dom, Dom, Dom...

Vxn

Chapter 4

As predicted, he woke up with a massive hangover.

Fuckin Jack Daniels...

Her side of the bed was empty, but he smelled coffee brewing in the kitchen. He rubbed his head in frustration. He didn’t want to face her. He felt guilty. But why? He didn’t do anything. He didn’t. So what. He found out she was in town, got piss ass drunk, passed out in a bar, slept it off in a slum hole motel, had dreams about her, woke up, and came home. What’s to feel guilty about?

Shit.

“I gotta tell her.” He mumbled under his breath, trying to convince himself he was doing the right thing. He had to tell her. It was the only way. He had to tell her. Everything. It was the only way he could be free of...her. Debbie would understand. She was an understanding person. He would tell her about Letty. He had to tell her about Letty....

He pulled on a pair of sweat pants and headed out to face the music. He entered the kitchen to find Debbie sitting at the table reading the newspaper and sipping on coffee.

“Hey hun.” She said when she saw him.

“Hey.” He relied quietly.

“What happened to you yesterday? I tried calling you a few times and couldn’t get a hold of you.” She said as she flipped the page.

“Had to make a parts run for the garage. Got caught up.”

Shit. So much for honesty....

“Oh. I was worried. You were gone late.”

“Yeah. It was spur of the moment. Had to drive far. I’m sorry I was so late.” He said, kissing the top of her head as he walked by.

“Oh, it’s okay. I’m just glad nuthin happened to you.”

He walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee.

Tell her. You have to tell her.

“Deb?”

“Yeah babe?” She answered.

“I have to talk to you about something.” He said sternly, still trying to convince himself he was doing the right thing.

“Sure hun. What is it?” She asked.

Shit. Here goes nothing....

“Before I met you, I was with someone.” He said.

Okay, that’s a start...

“You mean, you were dating someone?” She asked, and Dom shook his head yes.

“Well, me too.” She said laughing. He knew. She had told him all about her ex. He was a jerk. She had told him everything about him.

“I never told you about her. We were together.....a long time.” He said quietly.

A long time was an understatement...

“Oh really? How come you never told me about her?” She asked confused.

Well...

“It ended kinda....bad. So. I just never really wanted to talk about it. I’m sorry for not telling you.” He said.

“Dom, its okay. You can tell me about it. But, where is this all coming from?”

Closure...

“Well, Vince called yesterday. Told me that Letty’s aunt passed away and that she’s in town.” He stated.

“Letty?” She asked.

“Yeah.” He replied.

“Interesting name.”

“Yeah.” He replied again.

Quit stalling....

“Anyway, she was really close with her aunt. She lived with her most of her life.”

Down the street from me....

“So, I kinda feel like I should see her ya know? Pay my last respects.” He said.

There goes the honesty thing again.... Well, he was being honest. He did want to pay last respects. He did want to be there for her.

“Aw, Dom. That’s okay. I understand. And you should.” She said as she got up from the table.

“Should what?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Pay last respects.” She stated.

“Oh. Yeah.” He replied.

“How long were you guys together?”

Shit.

“Um. I dunno. A while.” He lied.

8 years....

Okay. Maybe he wouldn’t tell her everything...

“Oh. Okay. Well, babe its fine. I want you to do what you need to do.”

What he needed? Closure...

“But what I needed to tell you yesterday when called was that I have to go out of town.” She said.

“What? When?” He asked, almost yelling. Why was he yelling?

“New York. On business. There’s this huge account I need to close for a client out there and...well, I’m sorry it’s so last minute. My flight leaves in a few hours. But I’ll be back in a few days.”

Shit. That’s great. Just great.

“Do you need a ride to the airport?” He offered.

“No. They’re sending a limo in an hour.”

A limo. Accounts. New York. Limo’s. Briefcases. Clients. That was his life now.

Running late, cursing, racing, yelling, oil stained clothes, barbeque’s, watching movies, parties, guitars, Corona, tequila, techno music, running from cops, fighting, massages.... That was his life......then.

So different. So different in just four years....

They said their goodbyes and he saw her off. He didn’t realize how late it was until he looked at his watch. Shit. He had to get to the garage. Maybe he’d stop at the house first and see Mia. He missed Mia... He hated having to drive from their condo in the city all the way out to the garage in Echo Park. It didn’t take all that long, but it just wasn’t the same as being able to walk down the street to get to it. But that was then....

She’d bought the condo about two years ago. Wanted to move closer to her new job in the city. She told him he could stay there whenever he wanted. He stayed over one night, and never really left. He packed up some of his stuff from the house, and for two years now, the condo’s been his home. Or so he told himself...

But deep down he knew.

He had only one home....

He missed Mia. And the house. His house. Their house. He missed Leon and Vince. Sure, he saw them at the garage everyday, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same . At all. He missed Jesse.

Jesse...

Shit. Jesse. The heist. Tran. Brian. Vince. Cops. Running. Mexico. Letty...

He hated those moments. He wouldn’t think about it for a long time, maybe even a year. And then all of a sudden it would come back to him. Like it was yesterday. His stupid decisions. His stubbornness. His complete ignorance to the warnings from his family. And that’s what it ended up costing him in the end. His family...

The heist. Mexico. Letty...

****

“WHERE IS SHE?!” He roared, storming past Leon, as if he knew his way around the Mexican hospital.

“Dom, calm down man. She’s in there.” He said, pointing toward the room across the hall.

He walked over to the room that Leon pointed to and took a deep breath.

Calm down. You have to calm down.

He opened the door quietly. Walked over to her. Took a seat in the chair next to her bed. His eyes searched her face. Bruised. Cut. Blood stained. Swollen.

“Letty?” He whispered, gently taking her tiny hand in his.

Nothing...

“Letty?” He said, once again, this time a little louder, rubbing his thumb lightly over the top of her hand.

Her eyes fluttered open. Struggling. Searching. Her eyes caught his.

“Dom?” She whispered, her voice hoarse and throat dry from the tube that been taken out a few hours ago.

“It’s okay baby. I’m here. You’re okay.” He said reassuringly, stroking her hair lightly.

Her eyes fluttered shut again.

“I'm so sorry.” He whispered through tears.

He held her hand. He stroked her hair. He didn’t leave her side. Not one time.

****

“Hey brotha. Uh... I didn’t think you’d be comin over today.” Vince said, looking startled when he saw Dom come through the front door.

“Yeah. Well.” Dom said, not really noticing the strange vibe Vince was giving off.

“Where’s Mia?” He asked, looking around. She was probably in the kitchen.

“Dom wait. Dom, I wouldn’t.......”

“Hey Mia.” Dom said as he entered the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge.

She didn’t answer, which was unlike Mia. She normally would have been bear hugging him by now.

“So what, you not talkin to me?” He asked over his shoulder as he grabbed a can of beer.

“Maybe.”

Everything stopped. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. That voice. He could recognize that voice anywhere.

“Maybe...”

oooohhhh...exciting....I loved the flashback

OK, this is a bad thing. I really like Debbie's character, but you just know she is gonna get screwed over. *le sigh* Poor girl. Anywho, great chapter. And Letty is back. :P

I don't think it's mia who he's talking too lol :P

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:D I'm so glad you guys are liking this! The story is close to my heart, so... lol. I guess as you read, you're learning a little about me and my crazy real life drama. Lol. Thx for the replies, as always! :)

Edit: Yes, about Debbie's character, I know! She's so nice. She loves Dom, she's good for him, but...
Dom will always belong to Letty... :wub:

Damn straight :P

Exactly! :P