No Memory

8

I sit in the gray interrogation room. My hands are cuffed to the table. I let out a breath and look up to the camera that watches me. My stomach hurts. I can't tell if it's from hungry or the fact I got kicked there. A bruise is forming on my arms where the policemen gripped me. I stare up at the camera trying to decipher what is going on.

Is Charlie looking through that at me?

Does he think I'm a monster?

I look down at my hands. Could these hands have cut girls up? What about me? I'm a woman, I didn't rape those girls! What did they find that they think it's me.

The door opens. I look up and see Reese and a FBI agent walk in. I sit up and look outside of the door.

Charlie sits on a desk staring at me. I give him a small smile but he soon looks away. The door shuts as a file is thrown on the table. The FBI agent sits down. I recognize her from this morning.

"I'm Agent Holloway, why don't you tell me why you think you're here," She folds her hands. Reese sits down next to her.

"You must have found something, DNA or something of mine on a victim," I ponder aloud.

"You're so calm did you plan on getting caught?" Holloway asks her eyes tearing my soul out.

"I don't know you tell me. You seem to know more than I do," I smile slyly. Holloway purses her lips together. She thinks for a second.

"You are facing the needle, do you understand?" She says in a matter of fact way. I fold my hands and lean forward.

"I'm innocent until proven guilty, I have done nothing." I smile again. She looks at me. Reese grabs the file and opens it. She stares at the contents for a long time before Holloway gives her a look.

"Please proceed Detective Reese," She nearly snaps. Reese turns sharply; she shoots daggers with her eyes at Holloway. I think Reese actually trusts me. She holds out a photo. It's a girl smiling. She has dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes. She stands on a bridge posing.

"Who is she," I ask. Tearing my eyes away from the young girls face. I know that face. I've seen it many times.

"You already know the answer to that don't you?" Holloway sneers. I look at the photo again. I do know who it is.

It's my sister.

"Grace," I whisper to myself. I feel tears brimming at my eyes.

"We believe she is being held hostage by the man you were helping," Holloway leans back in her chair and folds her arms. I look up at her. Anger replaces the painful sadness.

"If I was helping him it was to save her, you would do the same for your husband and children," I snap. She looks at me shocked.

"How did you know I had children and a husband?" She sits up her eyes wide.

"Your wedding ring and the fact that when I came in here you just finished a call with your daughter, you said "Goodnight sugarplum," "I roll my eyes.

"Alright Sherlock, we need you to tell us everything you know," Reese smirks slightly. I look to her; she's definitely on my side in this fight.

"The first thing I remembered is the car..." I begin my story. I tell of the pool and how that worked out. I explain the gas and everything I remember. I leave out the part about the phone calls. I doubt they are important. And besides I got my point across to the monster. They both look at each other as I finish.

"We were afraid you'd tell us that," Reese sighs and gets out of the chair. She opens the door and lets Charlie in. I'm confused for a moment.

"You were telling the truth it seems, we should not have doubted you," Charlie says to me. I look to Holloway. She looks very pissed.

"I don't understand what did you find?" I ask. All three look at me sadly.

"We found fingerprints, your finger prints on some of the victims, we believe you may have lured them to the man, maybe he used your sister against you. Your name is Anna May Wilson, 31 year old female homicide detective in New York up to about a year ago. You went to find your sister and was reported missing for work," Holloway stands up.

"New York?!" I gasp. That's half way across the country.

"Yes, your sister moved here and last year went missing," Reese answers.

"When NYPD captain didn't grant you permission to start an investigation you decided to take matters into your own hands," Charlie sits on the table.

"You must have been kidnapped by the killer and he used you," Holloway suggests. I nod my head.

"That would make sense to why I was in the car with those other girls," I whisper.

To know the truth would usually mean the weight was lifted, but now that I know it just seems to be heavier. I feel like crying.

I wasn't a victim at all. I was a culprit in this madman's scheme. I'm not a savior or a hero, I am a Monster! I should get the needle for what I've done! I look down at the table as a tear rolls off my face and on to the ground.

"I suppose I'll stay here in a holding cell?" I ask. Holloway gives an annoyed sigh.

"Detective Crews tells me that you only remember things when you are with him, therefore..." she tries to finish but Charlie cuts her off.

"Therefore you get to come home with me," Charlie smiles. Holloway gives him a deadly glare. I almost smirk. I look over and see Reese smiling. Charlie unlocks the handcuffs from the table. I rub my wrists. Damn those things hurt. I stand up. Charlie opens the door and lets me out. I realize how many people are still here even though it is dark outside. It must be close to midnight. Reese follows behind Charlie.

"Take her home and keep her safe Charlie, never leave her home alone," Reese says.

"I won't," Charlie says solemnly. I look back at them. Both of them fear for my life. I wish I could say I had friends like them, but I wouldn't know. All I can remember is the horrible things in my life. Or at least probably the most terrifying parts.

Charlie leads me out of the precinct and to his car. I feel so cold and tired as he drives us back to his house. My head is pounding and my stomach is still in pain. I feel like crying and smiling at the same time. I must be tired. We pull up to Charlie driveway. I get out of the car ad walk up to his front door. He follows close behind me. I feel a difference in the air around him.

He knows I'm a monster.

He opens the door. I follow him inside and up the stairs.

"Goodnight Charlie," I try to smile. Only the streets lights show his face. He looks so sad and solemn. I try not to cry looking at him.

"Goodnight Anna," He finally smiles. But instead of going into his room he grabs my hand. He pulls me gently to his bed. He gently pushes me on the bed. I'm not sure how to feel. Is this actually happening? Do I actually want it to happen?

He lies down next to me. I feel my heart race as he brushes the hair out of my face. We lay there in utter silence and darkness. Neither of us breathes, neither of us moves.

"I love you," Charlie whispers, "and I will find the man who tortured you."

"I know you will, but what if he finds you first?" I ask.

Both of us lay in silence again. We both know that we can't let him get to us.

"If he finds me I'll give him what he deserves." Charlie pecks me on the cheek.

That's the last thing I here before I fall asleep in Charlie's arms.