Bleeding Hearts (Sophia Toretto Sequel)

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Olivia woke up with sweat covering her face. She looked frantically around her, trying to search for her father's face. Since that day she was made aware of  her father's death the dreams about him also started in addition with her mother's, making her nightmares even worst to the point where sleeping was almost next to impossible.

She sat up from her position on the bed and leaned on the headboard, clutching her hair. She knows she was slowly becoming unhinged. The weight of everything that had happened in a span of a few short years were finally taking a toll.

She looked beside her where Alex was peacefully sleeping on the pull out bed, her hand running through his soft dirty blond hair. He was the only thing keeping her grounded most of the times, he was the only one keeping her from going completely unbolted. He is only thing she has left to hold on to. And she could never thank him enough for that.

She plants a soft kiss on his cheek, before making her way to the kitchen to her usual spot at the front porch of the house where she would wait for the sun to rise.

Olivia stopped at the entrance of the Toretto's family room. Her gaze fixed on the family's worn out piano. She vaguely remembered her mother teaching her how to play the instrument. Her slender fingers dancing gracefully against the ivory keys and her own little ones next to hers.

It was one of those things that she stopped doing altogether when her mother passed. Their memories together were so close, so familiar that even the thought of playing it again without her in the room were too painful to even consider yet in every house she lived in, she would make sure that a piano would always be there as if her mother could just randomly burst into the room and fill the air with her sweet music.

Olivia found herself staring at the rows of pictures displayed on the family's home. Some were younger Dominic and Mia with a group of people she doesn't recognize. A smile formed on her lips as she reached for a carefully placed picture frame in the middle of the row, hidden for those who doesn't know what to look for. It was a picture of Dom with a proud smile on his face and a hand around Letty's waist who was holding a little bundle. They looked happy.

She couldn't remember when she started talking to Dominic again but she could remember the first night she spent in their house. Well, forced to spend. Alex, for some reason wanted to spend as much time as he can with the Toretto's. She couldn't blame him for that, they were everything that she wasn't.

As much as she hates to admit it she knows she couldn't give him that happiness or that lightness they could both feel around the Toretto's. She can't give him the family he's been looking for when she herself, just lost the last person she could call her own. She was too broken and she wasn't going to drag him to the pits of hell just so she could keep him close.

He was right though, Dominic was like a magnet to people. She knows that now. He was patient and kind to her even if she wasn't. He'd let her stare at him in disgust and let her hate him as much as she want.

She didn't want to but she couldn't help it. Olive couldn't forget that his face was the last thing her own father saw before falling to his death. Every time she looks at him she could almost see Owen staring right back at her just before falling. There's nothing she could do about it yet Dom somehow crawled his way back to her good graces.

He is a good man, that she knows for sure. But still even with their relationship slowly mending, she still couldn't find it in herself to forgive him. It was still there, at the back of her mind. Sometimes she couldn't remember it when she's with him talking about life yet after they've parted ways, she couldn't shrug off the feeling that it was him who have rendered her an orphan.

Olive carefully placed the frame back to its position and made her way to the kitchen to look for a drink.

He never pressured her to do anything or say anything and for that she was utterly grateful. He still accepted her at his home and looked genuinely happy whenever Alex was able to drag her around for dinner. She wasn't eating well and although no one dared to say anything, he doesn't make a fuss when she brings her half-eaten meal back to the sink and disappears for the night.

Olive uncapped her bottle of Snapple and made her way to the front porch stairs of the house through the backdoor. It's been her place since that very first night. She couldn't be with the Toretto's for more than a few hours but couldn't spoil Alex's fun either.

She felt suffocated with them at times and though she wouldn't admit it, not even to herself, what happens is she gets lost with their stories and finds herself suppressing a grin. They have a tendency, all of them even Letty, to bring her guard down that's why she had to leave. She knows if she doesn't do it now, she would never be able to. They were going to keep her next to them for good and she wasn't going to let that happen.

It was wrong. Whatever way you look at it, it was wrong. He was good to her, that's given, but sometimes she wonders whether it was just him feeling guilty over the fact that she was left an orphan and being the good man Dominic genuinely is, he has taken it upon himself to make sure that she was not left uncared for.

She reaches the sidewalk in no time, passing the cars parked on the driveway of the house. Mid-sip through her drink, she catches a figure leaning on the front porch. It only took her a few seconds to recognize who the intruder was.

" Can't sleep?" She grins. Dominic broke out of his train of thoughts, a smile forming on his lips knowing who it was before he even looked. He'd know that voice anywhere.

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