Marie-Anne's POV
I stare at myself in the mirror of my room and look at the scares on my body. The ones on my face are slowly fading away which makes me smile. My memories are coming back which is a good thing, I even remember what happened before I went unconscious on the scene of the accident. I sigh and take a pair of light blue jeans putting them on and a pink tank top. I grab my light blue jean jacket that match my pants, I also put on my pink high top vans.
I glare one last time in the mirror and get my phone to head out, "Hey E, I'm ready please don't keep me waiting!" I yell at Esther once I reach the living room. Someone knocks on the door and I go to open it.
"Hey, I'm detective Stabler and this is my partner detective Benson," an older man says showing me his badge.
"Let me see the badge," I tell them and they give me both of their badges. I look at the badges to see if they were real, "here," I say handing them back to them. "What can I do for you, detectives?"
"Well, Ms. Jean we are the detectives working on your case. We talked to your doctor and he said that you had amnesia, so we didn't question you. He said that you should be getting your memories right about now." The older woman tells me and I nod my head.
"Do you remember anything from the day that might help?" The man asks.
"Do you already have a suspect?" I ask them.
"Yes, someone actually turned themselves in," Detective Benson tells me.
"Then, why do you need my help? You already have a confession, you don't need an eye witness." I tell them.
"Smart girl," detective Stabler says, "but that's not the suspect's style, Ms. Jean we want to make sure we catch the right person who did this. Many suspects often give a confession to cover for someone else," he adds.
"Okay, what do you want?" I ask. Esther comes behind me all dressed up and ready to go, "Hi Stabler, hi Benson," she says greeting them.
"What about a line up?" Benson asks.
"A line up?"
"A line up is when you-" Benson starts.
"I know what a line up is," I snap back. "I didn't see the person's face, I would only be able to identify them by their physique and their color."
"That will be fine, mind coming to the station with us?" Stabler asks.
"Sure, E, I will be back." I tell Esther leaving with the detectives.
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"Take your time, Marie, remember that they can't see you," Benson tells me as I look at the line of the possible suspects.
"Okay," I close my eyes and try to remember the little details of the day this all happened, "number four." I say looking at the person.
"You sure?" Benson asks.
"Yeah, I'm sure," I tell them.
"Okay," she says exiting the room with me. When I reach outside of the room, I see Dylan and a girl talking to detective Stabler. What is he doing here? "Can I talk to him?" I ask Benson.
"Talk to who?"
"Your suspect," I tell her.
"That's really not a good idea, Marie." She tells me with a sympathy look.
"Don't you guys have a policy that a defendant is allowed to talk to the victim or something?" I ask.
"Yeah, but-"
"But nothing, I need to talk to him," I tell her and she nods her head. She takes me to one of their rooms and I look at the man who did this through the glass. "Okay, I'll go and stay here, I want to talk to him by myself," I tell her opening the door and entering the room.
The moment the door closes, he looks at me giving me a sorry look. I take a seat across from him, staring at the Hispanic male that sat across from me. He is probably in his mid-thirties, his arms are covered with tattoos and his hair is messy probably from passing his hands through them so much.
"Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to ask me why I didn't kill you?" He asks in a deep voice.
"Um...sorry, why didn't you kill me or why did you even think about doing this?" I ask, "I don't even know you," I add.
"Oh honey, you don't know?" He asks.
"Know what?" I ask in a confuse tone.
"I'm a hit man, people hire me, I don't have to know you," he says scratching his nose.
"I know what a hit man is," I tell him, "who hired you?" I ask.
"Do you know a certain Argent?" He asks in a whispered tone.
"Yeah," I say letting go a long sigh. Argents, stupid Argents, I hit myself on the table and he looks at me full of sympathy.
"You done mess with the wrong family," he says, "I spent weeks studying you and learning about you, you're from Pompano Beach. Small town, got a scholarship to UF, I have no idea why that woman would want to hurt you until I," he pauses and looks at my teary eyes.
"Until what?" I ask sniffling.
"Until I saw you kissing a white boy, I had to do some research, but I then found out that the white boy was her son. I mean I get that she might not like you, but what kind of mother would want to take her son's happiness away from him?" He asks.
"Argents," I tell him and he nods his head, "didn't you ask her why she wanted me dead before you took the job?"
"Well, Marie, I work with a lot of high people, I have a policy, don't ask don't tell," he says. "Most people I work for usually have a good reason to wanting someone dead," he adds.
"If you found out that the reason she wanted me dead was petty, why try to kill me?" I ask.
"Oh, because it's a job. This is my job, I don't care what the reason is, but I was supposed to make sure you were killed once I hit the car." He says tapping his nails on the desk.
"Why didn't you kill me?" I ask the question he's been dying for me to answer.
"You remind me of my daughter, she actually is a freshman at UF too. She has the same caramel skin as you, the same light brown eyes, her curls are even as wild as yours," he says.
"I'm black and you're Hispanic, is she adopted or something?" I ask.
"No, her mother was black. The moment I saw you, all I could see is her, I even called the paramedics. That's why I turned myself in, I want to do something good for my daughter," he says. "Stay away from the Argents."
"No, why would I do that? That'll only make me look like a coward that's afraid of them," I tell him.
"Cowards stay alive honey, I might not have killed you, but I am not the only hit man. They will hire someone to kill you," he says. "Stop messing with their son."
"But I love him," I tell him honestly tears falling down my cheeks.
"When I met my daughter's mother, both of our families were against it, my family wanted me to be with a Latino woman and her family wanted her to be with a strong black man, but we eloped." He says tears threating to fall down. "That was the biggest mistake I ever made," he adds.
"Why was that?" I ask.
"I come from generations of criminals, that's what my family do for a living," I cut him off before he could continue.
"You're in the Mexican Mafia," I say and he nods his head in agreement.
"The truth is, my family was right, her family was right, she didn't need me. I should have loved her enough to let her go," he says wiping away his tears. "Three years after she had my daughter, she was murdered in our home. They didn't want her killed, they wanted me, but I wasn't home at that time. She became collateral damage in a mafia argument with the Italians. I will never forgive myself for that, I should have loved her enough to let her go," he says and I couldn't help but cry.
I shouldn't be feeling bad for this man, he tried to kill me, what's wrong with me. I wipe away my tears and stand up to leave, "Marie-Anne, if he feels the same way he'll love you enough to let you go. If he doesn't you need to get out of here. You have a bright future in front of you, many of us don't get that chance, you have a scholarship, go to school and make a difference. Don't ruin your future for a boy and don't risk your life for love," he says and I nod my head leaving the room.
AN
What do you think Marie-Anne is going to do? Is she going to listen to him or is she going to follow her heart?
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Thanks for reading everyone, the story is coming to an end. I think there is only about five chapters left, but don't worry I am already working on the sequel.
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