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Dominique Delia Toretto has been in and out of foster homes her whole life since she was five atually. her temper and stubborn attitude made it difficult for many, she’s been in and out of juvenile detention centers and a few overnight stays at the police station more often then not. When she was ten at her current foster she was introduced to the world of fast cars.
Nick was her foster dad he was a mechanic, her foster mother was Sarah, they were good people not her worst but they had their own issues as well. Daniel had just picked her up from the police station after she tagged a grocery store and couldn’t run fast enough.
“ you need another outlet dee”
He said softly, when we got into the garage leading me to one of the cars half scrapped and rusted. He grabbed a metal bat and handed it to me.
“What..”
“ hit it dee. Throw in that anger I know you you have let it out kid”
I remember looking at him confused I had no idea why he wanted me to do this but I listened, my fist hit was weak and slow and I quickly looked back at him for any signs of anger he only told me to hit it harder with a smile. The next two hours were spent with me beating the shit out of the junk car screaming and crying in anger until I had broke down with exhaustion nick silently watching me from the other side of the garage to make sure I wouldn’t hurt myself.
That’s when it started and things got better, he would take me to the garage or I would go myself and he would hand me old car manuals or let me help work on whatever project he had from the old toaster that the neighbor threw out to the lawnmower that was abandoned on the corner he picked up on his way home. I was was happy, but nick and Sarah were not, I spent a year and a half with them before they couldn’t afford to take care of me anymore with a divorce on the horizon they couldn’t keep a kid as well. I learned a hard lesson that day.
Who knew it would be the easiest to break?
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Present day
“GET UP DOMINIQUE OR YOUR GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK!”
My eyes fling open as my heart stops at the words
“SHIT! ”
Flying out of bed and nearly falling in the process I run grabbing a pair of pants off the floor and a shirt from the chair near my desk, I struggle to put them on hopping around as fast as I can not bothering to fix my hair as I just put an old baseball cap over my head.
Running down the steps fixing my shirt as I go trying not to stumble from the mass amounts of toys and clothes on the ground I make it down. Taking a detour through the kitchen mrs, h at the counter with her coffee and a plate of toast in front of her as she try’s to get her son to eat anything outher than cheese and crackers. I manage to grab a small apple juice and a handful of granola bars on my way out, not paying attention to the snarky backhanded comments from the woman, pulling on my blue converse and grabbing the old leather jacket I got at a garage sale on pulling my backpack behind me after I take off.
Sadly being in the system for so long I still don’t have a car apparently adults don’t want a kid who’s legally an adult in three weeks let alone one who’s lugging around a car as well (regardless of how nice it is) so I’m stuck with the stupid bike mr h never rides and is “loaning” me for the time being though by the looks of him he could turn a bike to a four wheeler with the two extra tires he has on him. I race through the streets and alleyways of the town to get to work. I pull along the side of the building in the alleyway and enter though the side door turning my hat backwards and pulling my jacket and bag off as I enter.
“ well look what the tow truck dragged in if it ain’t my only employee not on time”
“ I’m on time I’m here ain’t I? Not my fault that bitch didn’t wake me up in time”
Stuffing my gear into my locker I take out my overalls and pull them on tying the long arms around my waist the only thing keeping the summer heat at bay on my upper body.
“ whatcha got for me Rick? Fender bender? Oil change? Oh I know some old lady needs her blinker fluid changed!”
Gasping dramatically a hand pressed to my chest I lean against my locker behind me with a laugh before turning back around and tightening my sneakers.
“ nah kid not too much today, you got a oil change at ten and Simone wants a tune up at twelve, you still working on the jones car?”
“ yeah, allmost done taking the dents out that deer did a number but it’s all cosmetic now shouldn’t take me long, “
rick nods turning back to the small computer we have out in the garage to keep track of the appointments, rick is an old street racer who got into one two many accidents and has his own garage now that he’s retired, his wife Martha mans the desk in the main area she’s the head honcho even though rick owns it you never mess with Martha everyone knows that.
“ so kid you got two hours to kill what’s your plan?”
“ come on rick you know she’s goin to work on her car out back I don’t know why you ask”
“ probably because unlike you she gets her work done on time ratchet”
Rachet is a few years older than me but he’s like that one annoying kid across the street your parents force you to play with because he doesn’t have any friends and his parents are worried. Rolling my eyes at the two I make my way to my stall. There in the back hunkers down near the corner in the only place she can fit without getting in the way is jays old race car, when I found her she was barely a frame, the last race jay had her in he wrecked back end caught on fire and she had rolled two time and like Frankenstein monster she’s come back to life slowly but still.
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The day went by normally nothing too exciting happend it wasn’t untill later I saw that rachet had a girl in his bay waitin on him clank and bob had come in for their shifts as well so we were all lookin at her, ratch was working on her car as they were talking and I was waiting for the perfect moment.
“ hey clank, do you know her? Rachet say anything about her?”
He looks up from the tools he was wipeing down and looks at the girl with a frown.
“ nah ratch don’t tell me shit never seen her before today. Why you jelous scrap?”
Rolling my eyes at bobs comment I give a shit eating grin at the men, as I watch ratchet leave her in the bay alone.
“ nah I have nothing to be jealous of ratch isn’t my type anyways haha, but since I’m such a great friend and ratch just made a big mistake levin her I’ll be back”
“Wait-“
I stand and briskly walk over to the bay where she’s waiting wipeing my hands down on a rag as I walk the boys protest fading behind me. I give her a smile tossing the rag over my shoulder as I walk up the sound cause if her to look up.
“ so what’s a doll like you doing in this shithole?”
Leaning against the toolbox I cross my arms.
“ do you get all the girls with that?”
“ only the ones to hot to be here.”
She laughs and sends me a smile putting her phone down and crossing her legs leaning in.
“Well then I guess it’s working, what’s your name?”
“ depends who you ask sweetheart, some call me deedee most call me scrapper. What’s yours?”
“ my names Andrea, why do they call you scrapper?”
“Ah now that’s a story that would take too long sweetheart, why you hanging with ratchet?”
I lean off of the toolbox and walk closer coming into the bay and hopping up onto the hood of the old ford sitting there.
“ ratchet? I thought his name was Daniel?”
The guys and I all start laughing and I see ratchet come out of the bathroom in cleaner clothes and looking at me in shock and irritation rolling his eyes as he gets closer
“ alright alright what’s so funny you bastards? Come on Andy let’s get outta here before scrap does something stupid.”
“ Aww come on ratchet way to spoil my fun buddy We were just talking ain’t that right sweetheart?”
I smile widely at her and she does back causing ratchet to groan and pull her up from the seat.
“ come on let’s go Angela you don’t want to hang out with these idiots”
Ratchet starts to leave with Angela in tow and with a smile I call out.
“ hey sweetheart! You wanna know why he’s called ratchet? It’s because at the end of the night he’s still a major tool!”
Ratchet flips me off as Angela starts to laugh as they laugh.