King and Queen Dominic toretto LS (in construction)

The Team

Emily's POV

A few days later.

I just got my stitches out. And I was good to go home. Thank God, because I was starting to really hate the hospital. The beds were uncomfortable, the food tasted like ass, and most of the time I can't sleep with all the machines beeping around me. I'm just glad to know I'll be leaving this hell hole. But of course the doctors told me I had to be careful, the skin was still fresh and the scar would feel a little sensitive, seeing as it was a new scar. But I already knew that, even though the wound closes up and scars over, the skin is still sensitive, due to the nerves. Don't ask me how I know these things, I don't like talking about my past.

So once I was let out of the hospital, it was still a bit hard to get around, but of course I had someone helping me around. Dom didn't hesitate to help me get from here and to there, he even helped me get in the car. He was being so sweet and helpful, just like he used to be. I frowned at the thought, hating that I had left him. He should hate me, he shouldn't have helped me, but he did. And I don't get why, I left the family when they needed me. All because I only thought of myself.

But I noticed something on our way to the house, Dom was driving slow, and he was never known to drive slow. It just wasn't in his nature. Was he driving slow, because of me? He knows I don't mind the speed, he knows I love the thrill of the speed. So we be driving so slow for? Dom helped me into the car. Something was definitely wrong, but what was wrong, I didn't know.
I turned my head to look at him, but then I noticed something, his knuckles were gripping the steering wheel pretty harshly that his knuckles were turning white from the grip. I gulped at the sight, something was definitely wrong. But I knew better to think he would ever hurt me. But I did scrunch up my eyebrows. Was he mad? And if he was, What made him so mad? I tried to calm him down by softly placing my hand on one of his clenched hands. "Dom, it's okay", I said softly. He didn't lose his grip on the steering wheel like I thought he would. Instead He turned to me. With anger in his eyes. Wait a second, he was angry at me?

'What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind?
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright'

"Okay? Okay?! You have no idea how it felt when I lost you, when you decided that you didn't want to be a part of this family anymore, you left us, you left me. When you left me, I didn't think I would ever see you again, damn it Emily, it's been seven years! What was I supposed to think?! How was I supposed to feel after you left me? I was hurt, I was in pain, because you left me! You decided that our family wasn't good enough for you anymore!", he shouted at me with tears rolling down his cheeks.

My heart broke then and there, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't know he felt that way, that I hurt him so badly. And I felt so, so bad for it. But what he said, wasn't true, our family will always be important to me, always. I never thought I was too good for this family. I always thought it was too good for me. That no one really wanted me around. But I guess I was wrong. I took a deep breath in, and shakily let it out. I ran my fingers along his knuckles to try and soothe him. "I'm sorry Dom, I'm so sorry for leaving, I never meant to cause anyone pain. I never thought of who I was hurting but leaving. But you have to know, I never thought that I was too good for this family or that I was done with this family. I always loved this family, it was me that thought that you guys were too good for me, and that no one wanted me around anymore", I said, my voice cracking from wanting to cry. I sniffled as I felt a tear stream down my cheek.

'My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind'

I always hated crying in front of him, ever since we were kids, I didn't do it often, but I hated it whenever I did cry in front of him. Because I always thought it made me weak. But he never made me feel weak in front of him. He always comforted me and held me.