The perfect night. For some, the perfect night is a walk on the beach, the moon reflecting itself onto the water like a picture. Others may think the perfect night is a dinner or a movie, shared with someone you love and laughing until morning comes.

For me? The perfect night is when half the town gathers around two cars, waiting for the countdown to begin that would set these two cars into gear and fly down the road at such speeds that it would make NASCAR look slow.

That's how tonight is, and every other night.

The car's engine was my drug and the road before me was the paradise during the drug.

When signs and lonely trees raised past me I knew I was fast, but the tail lights of the car behind me made me know I was even faster.

A smirk played on my lips as I kicked the stick once more, watching as the blue car behind me got closer. But it was no use, the finish line had already been crossed and the white flag had already been thrown, determining the winner.

Even in my own car, I heard the sounds of people cheering and watched as they gathered around the car in wait. It didn't take me long before I climbed out of the bowered car and onto the cement.

My black boots that only went up to my ankles were the first thing everyone saw. Next was the short shorts that had three rips in them, that lead to a purple short sleeve shirt. My favorite color. The only thing left to view was my blonde hair, tied up in a pony-tale, revealing my brown eyes.

I leaned on the car, watching as the man next to me climbed out of his car, "Shit! I was so close," The man said, cursing slightly as he made his way around his car.

"Close only counts in horse shoes!" I yelled to the guy that I had been friends with for a couple of years now.

Brian smirked, shaking his head as he pulled out $50 dollars and handed it to me. "Yeah, I guess you're right," He said as I slipped the money into my back pocket.

"Come on O'Connor, you knew the second you agreed to that race you were giving up your money," A man's voice said, causing the crowed to move aside, revealing the source of the voice.

I didn't need a crowd to reveal the man, I knew who it was. My best friend since I was 16, the man who taught me how to drive, how to race. The man that has been more of a family then my family really is.

Dominic Toretto.

Dom smiled his perfect white teeth smile, walking through the opening in the crowd to me. His hand flew up, revealing money rolled up into a robber band, "Your cut."

"Thank you," I said with an equally perfect smile, taking it and shoving it into my pocket to join the $50.

Brain spoke up again, causing Dom and I to look at him as he joined the small group. "Remind me again how this all works," He said, nodding to the money that sat in my back pocket.

By now, the crowd had started to disperse and everyone was getting into their cars to leave before the cops showed up.

Leaning onto Dom with my arm, I said, "Well, Dom races and he always gives be 30 percent. I race and Dom makes beets with the new bees, causing me to get paid from them and the loser driver."

Brian nodded, understanding it but still not knowing why Dom did it. This was something we came up with two years ago, when everything started to go downhill for me and my family.

"Well, I guess I'll see ya around O'Connor," I said, handing the keys to Dom as he climbed into his car which was the one I was driving.

"Bye," Brian said, waving as I climbed into the passenger seat, feeling the car speed off. Silence filled the car for a minute, the only sound was the engine purring back to life from its short break.

I finally broke the silence after a minute, "Thanks for letting me use your spare car."

"Sure thing, yours should be fixed up by tomorrow," Dom said, reminding me what awaited for tomorrow.

Tomorrow was the big job, the one that would either make everyone rich or jail bound. At first, Dom wasn't thrilled about me going with him and the gang on their secret missions, but Dom couldn't deny I worked well with the group. I was just as fast as Dom, even beating him once which still goes down in history for the town. I learned quickly and did my work. And, I could kick some ass.

To Dom, it was too dangerous for me, no matter how good I was. He always brought up my mom and two other sisters and how they would die if I wasn't around to bring home the cash.

My objection was, my mom doesn't car crap about me and spends all my money on alcohol so why should I care about her? As for my two sisters, the eldest, Britney, always called me out on everything I did, especially Dom and the gang. The youngest, Paris, always found my racing festinating which worried my mom and sister.

To them, I was a bastered child, unwanted in the family. But when they'd kick me out or I'd leave, they'd be calling a day later, begging me to come home and make money, only for them to bitch me out again for making it the way I was.

Dom and Mia were my family, they cared more about me in one bone then my entire family put together. Especially Dom. Everyone in the group would always joke about Dom and I ending up together or calling me Mrs. Toretto which would earn a slap in the back of the head from me.

Even Brain, when we first met him, thought Dom and I were a couple. As much as sometimes I wish we were, we're not.

When Dom parked in front of my small house, a sigh left my lips. "Do you ever wish things were different? Like you could just snap your fingers and you could be anywhere you wanted, be anything you wanted to be. I can't wait to get the hell out of here."

"How much money do you need?" Dom asked, keeping one hand on the wheel while his head looked over at me.

"More than I have," I said, my eyes still fixed on the two bedroom, one bathroom house that made a car seem roomier. With a mom and three kids living inside, it was hell. Luckily, Britney would always stay at her boyfriend's house in hopes he would get her pregnant, then she's hook with him for life. She's tried that so many times that I swear she has the right to be called a whore.

But she's my sister, for the most part.

"Thanks for the ride, I'll meet you at the garage around 7," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Alright, hey Em," Dom said, using my nickname for him which stopped me hallway out the car. "You need to stay the night, your always welcome you know?"

I smiled, nodding, "Thanks, will do. See yeah tomorrow," I said, giving him a small wave before closing the door and heading inside. The sound of Dom's car wasn't heard when he took off, but halfway down the road, he kicked up the speed and his car could be heard a mile away.

He hoped, as did I, that everyone would be asleep and that I would be able to sneak in and out before anyone woke.

I was not that lucky.

Cautiously, I opened the door, closing it in hopes that it wouldn't make the usual squeaking noise it does. It didn't matter, the light to the living room was flicked on, revealing the shadow of my mother.

A sigh left my lips as I cursed under my breath before turning around and facing my mother. "Do you know what time it is?" My mom asked, trying to act all motherly.

I was 28, I didn't need mothering.

My head peeked over to the microwave in hopes it would reveal it's time to me, but of course like many other things around here, it had yet to be fixed.

"Probable midnight roughly," I said, turning my attention to my mom once again.

"Your right, which only means one thing," My mom said and in unison with her I said, "You were racing." I had heard those words so many times that I nodded my head and rolled my eyes.

Immediately, my mom stood up from her worn out chair, "Don't you dare talk back to me."

This made my eyes fall back to her, my forehead scrunching up slightly. "Talk back to you? That's not talking back to you, this is. Yes, I was out racing, and guess what? I won, which means one thing too, money. Money for Britney to go out and by hundreds of pregnancy test in hopes she can finally have something to tie herself to Tyler. Money to get Paris out of this hell whole she calls her life. Money to pay for the hundreds of beer you buy. And money to pay for this small ass house."

By this time, Paris had escaped from her room and stood in the doorway of the hallway and living room, watching with her 18 year old eyes.

"And, if I'm lucky, money to get me a real home, one away from you."

I wanted to stomp away, to retire to my room for 6 hours until I'd half to wake up again. My mother had other plains.

"Don't you dare walk away from me! You think you're the only one who can take care of this family? You think that without you we'd fall apart? Your head just keeps getting bigger and bigger, doesn't it? I knew the second you and the Toretto boy started to become friends that this would happen to you."

This made me stop and turn to look at the women before me, the women I called mom. My mouth dropped slightly before I said, "Don't you dare bring Dom up, he and Mia are more of my family then you ever will be. And as for taking care of yourself, you can't do it without me, you always think you can then a day later you're calling me up and begging me to come home."

I took a step towards this women before me, "You are nothing even with me."

Soon, a hard slap echoed in my ear and caused my cheek to burn red. I held my cheek slightly, feeling the blood that escaped an almost heeled cut on my lip.

I wanted nothing more than to slap her, to push her to the ground and cause her as much pain as she has to me. As much pain as he caused me. But Paris' cries for us to stop made me hold back the urge.

"You're not worth going to jail for," I said, licking my bleeding lip. "I'm done with you, with this place," I said and turned, heading into my room with a slammed door behind me.

Quickly, my hands raced around, grabbing my gym bag and book bag that I quickly filled with clothes, a journal, bathroom supplies, and other memorable things.

The door opened, revealing Paris in the doorway, the light from the hallway pouring in. "Are you really leaving me?"

This made my heart broke, stopping me from my packing. I turned and looked at my younger sister. My mind debated on a few things before I said, "Pack an overnight bag."

Without question, my sister raced and grabbed her gym bag, filling it up with clothes and her own bathroom supplies. The way she packed made me think she thought she was coming with me.

She wasn't.

Once Paris and my's bags were packed, I walked out of the room I called my bedroom. I wanted to sneak out with Paris but my mother was there, waiting for us like a predator waits for her prey.

"What do you think you're doing?" My mother asked, chasing after us and stepping in front of the door to stop us.

"Like I said, I'm done here," I said, grabbing the doorknob and yank on it, but as soon as it opened a crack it was slammed shut again by my mother's body.

Her eyes fixed on Paris who stood behind me, clearly nervous at what was going to happen next. "And you? You're leaving too?"

Before Paris could speak, I yanked on the door again, throwing my mother off of it and at the dinner table. "No, but she's not stay here tonight," I said, pushing my youngest sister out the door.

"Go ahead, leave, but you walk out that door don't you dare think you can come back."

I stopped, keeping my hand on the door handle before looking over my shoulder at my red faced mother. "Trust me, I won't. Don't call me," I said before slamming the door shut behind me.

Paris stood on the sidewalk, watching as I stomped my way towards her. "Where are we going?"

"You're going to Tyler's, tell Britney I'm gone and that she can handle mom from now on." Paris quickened her steps to keep up with mine. My car was at the Toretto's garage getting fixed which meant we had to walk.

"So you're really leaving? Like for good?" Paris asked, her eyes fixed on me.

I stopped and looked at Paris, watching as her eyes started to water slightly. Out of everyone, she was the one who could break my heart. She was incessant in all of this, yet her attitude had proven that she was weak.

My hand reached into my back pocket, pulling out the 350 dollars I won tonight. I took my sister's hand and shoved the money in it, "Keep this. Don't let anyone else take it from you. Go to Tyler's and stay with Britney. Find a job, save your money, and get the hell out of here. Don't you ever look back, promise me."

Paris starred at me, sadness written in them which made me think she didn't quite understand what I was referring too. But she clenched the money and shoved it into her bag.

"Will I ever see you again?" Paris asked, clenching her bag strap.

"For both of our sakes, I hope we don't. At least not here," I said, wrapping my arms around her and hugging her. "Go, catch a bus and don't look back."

Without hesitation, my sister turned and walked away, doing as I said and never looking back. The second she was out of sight, I pulled out my phone, dialing a number.

The phone rang and rang before the man answered.

"I need a ride," I said, my eyes watching were my sister disappeared from. These words, I had said them a hundred times to Dom, but something was different in them this time. He knew that this was it, that this life was over and that I needed him to save me before my heart drowned in the past.

Starting off with a long chapter, yay! I had debated for years if I should write this book but after watching Fate of the Furious 8, I knew I had too!

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