The Life Of Alexandra Toretto (Discontinued)

Chapter 8

A/N

I am starting this chapter out with an author's note I know eww gross but I wanted to go ahead and apologize for it taking so long to get this chapter out I started writing this chapter last weekend and I just didn't like where it was going so I am restarting it. Also, this chapter will have a very long flashback in it. I also think in the last chapter, I exaggerated where Alexandra was headed because it isn't going to be super exciting in this chapter. Once again I am so sorry.

Alexandra POV

I sat on the plane waiting, we were about to take off. I was a little nervous, what if I got caught? What would I say to aunt Mia if I did get caught? What would I do once I got to London? I didn't know anyone there. I had enough money to last me a few weeks but after that what? I hadn't realized how tired I was until we had taken off, I slowly fell asleep.

I slept through most of the flight and woke up about an hour before we landed in London. I looked around at the other passengers that filled the plane, tourists, business people, and other civilians to name a few. As I continued to look around my eyes landed on a family of three. There were a mom, dad, and a daughter, she couldn't have been older than eight. They looked so happy.

I felt pain in my heart, why was I not able to have that, my parents and I together and all of us being happy? I hadn't realized that I had started tearing up until a single to tear fell on my hand. I quickly wiped away the tears and sat back in my chair focused on the present, and especially the future.

Timeskip

It had been 8 months since I had come to London and if you had asked me how things were going about an hour ago I would have said okay but now it was horrible. I had got a call from my dad, aunt Mia, and Brian. They were asking for my help with pulling some job in Rio. I told them I wasn't sure if that was a good decision. They told me to sleep on it, but I knew one thing I would not be able to sleep on it. I laid in bed, my contemplating my options. I could stay here in London with the few people I had met or could go home to my family. There wasn't a reason I had to be here anyway. The whole reason I came, to get over the death of mom without all the constant reminders of her had been proven not to work.

If anything I felt worse then when I came here. I still saw parts of her everywhere, in the mothers and daughters having a lunch date, in the oily rags from the garage I worked, and the fast cars that drove around the streets of London. Except now I wasn't surrounded by my family and I felt like I was going through it all alone. There were days where I just felt numb and wouldn't want to do anything, but I was afraid to go back to my family.

As I laid in bed I knew I was going to do it, to go back home to my family. I then started thinking about what I would leave behind. Then all of the great memories I had here started flooding back.

Flashback

I had been in London for a week and I hadn't run out of money yet but I knew it was only a matter of time before I did. I had found a few different places that were hiring near me such as a small café, a supermarket, and a mechanic which is where I was headed. I knew it would be my best bet with my background.

From the outside looked like any garage would. when I walked in the front desk stood in the center of the room. A girl hunched over behind the counter she only looked a few years older than me. She looked up from the book she was reading realizing someone was inside the room and shot straight up to compose herself.

"Hey, she said awkwardly.

"Hi," I said back.

"Can I help you with anything?" she asked more sure of herself realizing I was awkward too.