|Bad Girls Do It Well
Author: Emo Owl PM
Letty's reflections at her death. Drabble. Dotty.Rated: Fiction T - English - Letty & Dom - Words: 458 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 1 - Published: 09-29-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8568239
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Bad girls do it well
She always knew the end was not going to be pleasant; she'd spent too much time running from the law and jumping onto tanker trucks to be suited for a nice, quiet death of old age in a nursing home somewhere. She'd never been built for a normal life. Normal didn't move fast enough. She'd always been obsessed with the speed, the rush, the adrenaline. It was what always bound to be her undoing.
She gritted her teeth together as she shifted gears and glanced at her rearview. A bright light flooded her vision as the headlights of the car tailing her caught the mirror. The engine roared louder as the Road Runner accelerated down the badly paved street. The Ford Gran Torino behind her rocketed forward, smashing against her back bumper.
A cry escaped her throat as she was jarred by the contact. For a split second, fear gripped her, but she pushed it back down. She regained control of the car and pushed her foot down harder on the accelerator.
She shot ahead, but the Gran Torino clipped her back end and sent her spinning. Her heart rose in her throat as gripped the steering wheel tighter. The car lurched and began turning over. Bruises and gashes formed on her skin as she helplessly tumbled as it rolled several times before coming to a stop on its top.
Her broken bones screamed in pain as she grabbed the door handle. It opened easily and she was dumped onto the asphalt. She was barely conscious because of the pain, but even with her sight dimming she could see the outline of the Gran Torino's driver, creeping closer, holding up a gun.
For probably the last time, Dom's face came into her mind. It was rare that he wasn't in her thoughts. He'd been in her life for forever; almost every good memory from her childhood on had him attached to it.
The worst memory of her life was also centered on him; waking up alone in the Dominican Republic with a pile of money and his cross sitting on the table next to her. She had never been so heartbroken before. Of course she had looked for him, but he had made sure he couldn't be found. He was stuck in the delusion that he was going to get her caught; that if he was gone, she'd suddenly be safe.
She almost felt like laughing at the irony. Girls like her were meant to die young and violently. You could only go so fast before you lost control.
AN: Super random. Really wanted to write something from Letty's point of view.
Quote is from MIA's Bad Girls.