chasing angels ・❥・Brian O'Connor fic

sixty three ・❥・ I know the end

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Lolas pov...

I was missing something. My head was stuck in the engine of my favourite car, the only thing I had left that wasn't ruined in some way or by some memory. I wasn't stupid enough to take it on the job, it was still okay, still untouched- but something was missing. And it was pissing me off.

With a scowl, I pulled my head out and stared down at the masterpiece in front of me. Years of work had gone into it, years of sweat and me and Jesse working our asses off to find the most underground parts we could get our hands on. And yet something was missing.

"Fuck," I snapped under my breath.

Jesse would know exactly what was missing, hell, the asshole would be taunting me with it if he was here.

I forced myself to run though the count of everything I did have. Oil, water, brake fluid- every liquid in my car was topped up to the max. Every single part was in perfect condition, and everything that needed replacing had been replaced. With the rate I was using my car, I had another good few months with most of the parts, but if I really wanted to I could replace the tires before the summer came. Fresher tires on hot concrete was the perfect combination.

My head had been stuck in my engine all night, working on it the way I used to years ago. Doing nothing to it but everything at the same time. Suddenly, I felt nineteen again. But even at nineteen I seemed to know more than I did at twenty three.

I couldn't sleep again, even the knife under my pillow wasn't helping the fact that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get rid of them when I closed my eyes. Mia was gone, Jesse and Letty were dead, Vince and Leon had disappeared and he walked out. And I was stuck in the same house like nothing had changed. But everything had.

The ghosts of all of them were haunting me, in every damn corner of the house. There wasn't a place in LA that hasn't been touched by them. It was one of the reasons I had to leave. I wasn't afraid to disappear and run, not when I knew the end was near. I was going to become a ghost myself.

Lola B, Lola Baby- Lola Toretto was going to disappear. And nobody would remember me in a few years time.

"Oh?"

My soul left my body and before I realised what I was doing, I swung. My elbow clocked my dumbass brother in the nose, making blood suddenly spurt from his face. But in my defence, he had it coming.

"Asshole," I snapped under my breath.

"Jesus christ." He whined overdramatically. What a baby. "What the hell was that for?"

"You snuck up on me." I pointed out with a roll of my eyes.

"I forgot how strong you are."

A hint of a smirk ghosted my lips. "And now you remember."

Dom rolled his eyes, still whining and groaning like a bitch baby. God, couldn't he take a hit anymore.

"You spoken to him?" He suddenly asked, giving me emotional whiplash the way he always somehow did.

"No."

Though the asshole already knew that. He had the nerve to eavesdrop on his and mine's conversation. Dom already knew everything.

"Well we have a plan. I spoke to O'Connor, we pulled something together."

I tried not to react at the sound of his name. I rolled my shoulders back, pretending that his name meant nothing to me. I'd gone numb and I needed to stay numb. I couldn't feel anything. Couldn't feel the weight of him walking out, of Letty dying, of Mia leaving. I'd finally gone cold the way I knew I would- the same way I did with Jesse. And it needed to stay that way.