So proud of the Furious cast! Did you see the TCAs last night? Holding on to each others hands so tightly! my Vinchelle feels were all over the place. Michelle resting her head on Jordana's shoulder... bless her!

And Vin's speech. Beautiful.

Anyway, thankyou to you all for your reviews, favourites etc!

Enjoy!

Mariella sat by the pool, her feet dangling in the cool water. She watched the sunset as she pondered over the events of the last half an hour.

Her father was a ex criminal and a killer, while her mother was supposed to be dead, but turned out to be alive with amnesia.

Flashback

Darcy was pacing the kitchen, waiting for the front door to swing open and reveal Mariella and her adoptive Dad, Jon.

After her visit from Dom, she had been in shock at the reveal of Letty's death.

If she was honest, she didn't ever think she would meet her adoptive daughters father as it had been Letty who had organized the adoption process with Dom's permission.

The front door swung open and her adoptive daughter skipped into the house, throwing her bag at the bottom of the stairs and dashed up to her room, to get changed.

'Honey, I'm home' Her husband singsonged. He entered the kitchen and saw her leaning against the kitchen counter, chewing her bottom lip. 'You okay, darling?'

'No' Darcy replied. She headed for the kitchen door and shut it, so Mariella wouldn't hear, before heading back to spot against the counter.

'Why what's happened?'

'Mariella's dad came by today... her mother's dead' Darcy said.

Her husband straightened up as a range of emotions crossed his face. 'She's been asking about her lately. Both of them' he said, before dragging his hands over his face and sighing.

'Do we tell her? I mean... it's not like they've been in touch. The last thing they sent was a birthday card when she was three. That was six years ago'

'Would you want to know? If you were in her shoes?'

Darcy stayed and picked up a letter than was resting on the counter behind her.

Jon raised an eyebrow. 'He put it all in a letter?' He frowned as his wife shook her head. 'Then what'.

'I wrote the letter, but I'm making it out that it's from him, I'll tell her it was posted through the letterbox earlier' Darcy said, looking at her husband.

Jon weighed up the options in his mind, before opening the door and following Darcy into the living room, where Mariella was watching TV.

'Mariella, can you turn that off for a minute? There's something we need tell you' Darcy said, sitting on the sofa.

She watched as Mariella pressed mute on the remote control and got to her feet, walking over to the sofa and sitting down in between her adoptive parents.

'You know that we're not your real parents, right?' Darcy waited for a nod before she continued. 'Well, this came today from your Dad, but it contains some news that might upset you'

Mariella frowned.'What's happened?' She asked, reaching for the note.

Darcy handed it to her and watched as Mariella ripped the evelope open and read the scrawly handwriting on the paper.

When she had finished, she looked at Darcy with tear filled eyes. 'My mommy is with the angels now?' She asked, sniffling.

'Yeah, darling. It's okay to cry of you want to' Darcy said, stroking her head.

The letter floated to the floor as Mariella wept for the mother she had never known...

Mariella wiped her tears away and got to her feet, a bout of anger running through her, as she got to her feet. She headed back for the glass doors, seeing her biological parents straighten up as she came closer to the glass door.

'The letter you sent me... if you knew where I lived, why didn't you ever come and visit me?' She demanded to her Dad, as she stepped back into the house and slid the glass door shut behind her.

Dom frowned. 'What letter?'

'Don't play innocent with me! The letter you sent my Mom the day you told her that she...' Mariella pointed at Letty. '...was dead'

'What are you on about? I never sent nor gave anyone any letter!' Dom said loudly, not liking that he was been accused of something he never did.

Mariella scoffed and headed for her bag that she had put on the kitchen counter and rummaged through it. 'This!' She slammed it down on the coffee table with so much strength, Letty was surprised the glass didn't give away.

Mariella watched as Dom and Letty leaned forward to assess the note.

'That's not your father's handwritting' Letty told her, causing her to frown.

'It has to be! I was told that he sent it, it was posted through the letterbox and look' Mariella pointed to the bottom of the note. 'From dad!'

'Mariella! This. Is. Not. My. Handwriting.' Dom punctuated each word with his pointer finger tapping the note.

Letty got to her feet and headed into the bedroom, emerging a few minutes later with a old birthday card from Dom. 'This is your Dads handwriting' She opened the card and showed the Mariella the neater handwriting.

'Well...' Mariella sighed and sat back down, her head dropping into her hands, her thoughts going a million miles an hour.

Dom got to his feet and headed for the fridge, tapping his daughter on the shoulder gently a few seconds later, with a bottle of Corona. 'Only one' he told her, watching a smile spread across her lips.

'Thanks!' She took a sip of the cool liquid, watching as her Dad sat back down next to her Mom, his hand gripping her thigh gently.

'So, how about you tell us a bit about-'

'No, I'm not done yet' Mariella interupted Letty, effectively cutting her off.

'Oh-kay. What do you want to know?' Letty asked, taking her Corona bottle and taking a sip.

'When he got out of Lompoc... why didn't you come and see me? You must have had the address, surely?' Mariella asked.

Both adults in the room were silent, before Letty spoke.

'Do you think it wasn't it was hard for me to hand you over? There were times where I wanted to call the whole thing off and keep you... but I couldn't. Because our lifestyle wasn't fit for you... We wanted to give you a life away from all of that and when you older, old enough to understand why we did what we did, we wanted you to get in touch, leave the ball in your court... when your Dad got out of prison, it wasn't long before it all started again-'

'What started again?' Mariella demanded, listening intently.

'The money problems. While looking after Mia and the guys, we'd managed to find way to handle the money, and then when your dad came home, there was an extra mouth to feed. The boys were excited so they started taking money from the pot to buy booze and whatever else to stock up on... that's where hijacking the trucks came in... to make money.'

'What about after that?' Mariella said, through gritted teeth.

'The Hijacking went wrong. I ended up in a car crash, Vince nearly died and your Aunt's boyfriend turned out to be an undercover cop... after that it became life on the run.' Letty finished her tale, draining the last of her Corona.

'Well... did you ever think about me? At all?'

'What kind of question is that? Of course we did! We sent birthday cards until you were three, that's when we went on the run' Dom clarified, before continuing, however the next words out of his daughters mouth kept him quiet.

'Was I a mistake? Is that what I was?'

Dom had only ever seen Letty shocked once, and that was when he asked her to marry him in the Dominican.

'You most certainly are not a mistake!'

'I feel like one! You know when I was in elementary school, all the kids used to say to me 'Where are your real parents?' 'You're adopted'... I never had an answer because I didn't know anything! I didn't knew if you were dead or alive, or if you even thought about me-'

'Do you what it was like? Falling pregnant at fifteen? Having a boyfriend in jail for almost committing murder and going through the pregnancy by myself? I swore to myself, that I would wait till I was in a secure job, a stable house and a boyfriend to take care of me before I brought a child into this world, yet the second I found out I was pregnant, I knew I couldn't abort you, that wasn't even an option. The first time I saw you on that hospital screen... I wanted to keep you more than anything, but I knew that I kept you, the social would be all over and I didn't want that! So, after talking it over with your dad, we agreed to give you up, to give you a life you deserve, a stable one. Not one like ours...'

Mariella had stopped listening halfway through, her brain stuck on one sentence. Even Dom had straightened up at that sentence.

'You knew you couldn't abort me, that wasn't an option?'

'Well... it wasn't. I'd just gone over twelve weeks and-'

'Oh thanks a lot! You mean to say, that if you had been under twelve weeks, I might not even be here?'

Letty frowned. 'What?'

'Let, she's under the impression you were thinking of aborting her!' Dom told her, watching as Letty's eyes widened and a horrified expression took over her face.

'Oh my god! I would never do that-'

'It seems-'

'Mariella, let your mother talk!' Dom interupted, rubbing his forehead with his his hand.

'It meant that the option of having an abortion was out of the window because the second I saw you on screen, there was no way abortion was an option for me to take!'

'Did you ever think about it?' Mariella asked, her eyes burning with unshed tears.

'For a spilt second, in complete panic when I saw the postive pregnancy test, but once I'd calm down and got my head together, the option went to the back of my head for a bit...'

Mariella sniffled and blew out a breath. 'Well, it's alway nice to know that abortion was a possibility' She spat, glaring at Letty, who sighed.

'Look, you weren't, okay! It went through my mind twice! But I promise that was it'

'You still had them thoughts though! No mother should ever even think of aborting her child, unless of medical reasons!' Mariella shouted at Letty, who's hand was clenched tightly in a fist at her the side of her thigh.

'Look, it's been a long night. Why don't I take-'

'No... I want to know one more thing...' Mariella demanded, cutting through her father's question.

'Which is?' Letty asked

'If Dom hadn't been in prison... would you have kept and raised me as your own?'

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