Alright second to last chapter, I wanted to thank everyone that had taken the time to review, you mean a lot to me. This chapter has mainly Fillmore in it despite flashbacks with Ingrid in them. Um...there's a part towards the end where there are italic words and then regular print. That's not a mistake it's Fillmore realizing things while in a flashback, so the regual words are him talking to himself in the flashback and then of course italics are flashbacks. Bold and Italics are the information that Mike Jersy had given him, so its basicall the background on Celia Shay Miller. So anywas please don't forget to review. I'd really love to hear what you think, I hope this chapter isn't too confusing. Please forgive me if it is. I don't have a beta anymore and I'm too lazy to go back and re-read it to check for errors. So besides that...enjoy!

Act 10: Discovering the Truth

When he returned home he didn't say anything to his parents as he stripped his jacket off his shoulders and made his way up to his room. He could feel his parents' voices following him up the steps but he chose to ignore them and made his way into his room. Shutting the door with a soft thump behind him he walked over to his desk where he placed the information about the history of Celia 'Shay' Miller on the desk along with some information about Celia Shay. He had gone over this a hundred times not only with Ingrid but over to himself again. Why the hell couldn't he find anything that could help Ingrid, he felt so worthless.

Fillmore sighed looking at the paperwork again. His eyes darted over the words trying to see if there was something, anything that he may have missed. However, all of it was the same.

Celia Shay Whitmore was born to her parents Andréa and Charlie Whitmore on August 14, 1973 in the small town of Fountain Colorado. They seemed like the perfect family, her father was an insurance sales man and her mother was a very well known real estate attorney and young Celia was in a privet school excelling in all of her studies. Tragically, however, her mother's sudden death at the age of only 45 shook up their perfect family causing a downward spiraling affect destroying the young girls life, Celia was only 8 years old.

After her mother's furnial her father began to become an abusive alcoholic and after losing his job at the insurance agency he blamed Celia for everything that had been happing and began to beat Celia on a daily bases. The abuse when on for years and no one seemed to notice that the young girl seemed to become more and more withdrawn from not only her school activities. However, her young fifth grade teacher Miss. Wright noticed that purplish burses that began to line the young girls arms. That's when her concern started. After much investigation the abuse to Celia was discovered and she was removed from her fathers care and placed in foster care.

However, things didn't seem to get better from there. She bounced around from foster home to foster home till the age of 18, after that the foster parents that she was currently in care of kicked Celia out of the house calling her a problem child.

With no where left to go she found home in a small woman's shelter that kept her dry and warm for almost seven long years. However, Celia never believed that there was hope beyond that.

She worked a bunch of odd jobs trying to afford more then the shelter offered, and that's when she met her first husband. She had been only working a week at that small donut shot where she'd work sun rise to sun set making only enough to get herself by but no more. He was a young business man fresh out of college Richard was his name and she knew she was in love.

After only a short relationship between the two they were married and living happy in Richards' two room apartment, and for one Celia found that her life was perfect as for now she was Celia Shay Bailey. Like she had gotten her second chance at 26, however, their happiness didn't last long. What she hadn't learned from her relationship with Richard was that he was currently under parole for anger issues and had a restraining order against him from his last ex-wife.

She never knew about his abuse till after she found out she was pregnant with his son. Richard went crazy with jealousy saying that she couldn't be pregnant unless she cheated on him. He wasn't able to have children and began to beat his wife repeatedly. However, Celia was never unloyal to her first love Richard and couldn't believe that he would think so, but that didn't stop him or his crazy accusations. On the night before she was to give birth to Richards's son Richard had beaten her again.

After taking a large kitchen knife from the kitchen he cut into her legs and forearms, her blood seemed to be draining from her body almost instantly and she cried out in pain and then he was gone. There she lay bleeding all over the floor, and she knew if she didn't so something, she was going to die.

She tried her best despite the pain to get to her feet and make her way to the phone. However, she was weak. All the blood loss was making her dizzy and she felt as if her body didn't exist anymore. She was dying. But, she had to get help. She soon reached the phone in the kitchen. Using a broom to knock it off the hook she dialed 911 to the best of her ability and before she passed out she heard herself mumbled. 'Send Help'

She awoke in the ICU almost a month later, they had stitched her up to the best of their abilities however, she was going to have scars on her for the rest of her life. Her baby had survived the attack; however, he was malnourished and placed in the ICU as well.

Celia knew she couldn't care for a baby and live her life as well so after she was well enough to get out of the hospital and make it on her own she dropped the baby off at the orphanage so at least he could get a better start then she has had.

After that Celia admitted herself to a mental hospital where she remained for most of her 30's and after being release placed a restraining order on her ex-husband to at least protect her for a while.

For a while things seemed to be going ok in her life again. She was dating another man, a more respectable man and was starting a life of her own. However, despite her life being perfect she couldn't get over her depression. After her marriage to Michael Miller she felt herself loosing her control in the relationship which threw her into the position of being a mother of four children from Michael's pervious marriage.

Mental she couldn't handle it and began to abuse the children Celia was found a couple of hours outside of Colorado City pleading innocence about the whole ordeal however she was arrested.

No one knows how Celia escaped police custody at the end of May Celia still hasn't been found and is still believed to be beating children. Her mental stability is at question for the beating of the children nothing is know about the woman who may have chanced her name by now. What is know about Celia though, is that she shouldn't be trusted and not to confront her for she may be a danger to herself and to everyone around her.

If you had any information on Celia 'Shay' Miller please contact the Denver, Colorado detective agency at (303) 586-0697.

Fillmore sighed placing the paper down again. Rubbing his eyes slightly he looked back at the paper again. How was Ingrid so sure that this woman Celia Shay and Celia Shay Miller were the same? It could all just be a very cruel coincidence; however, he flipped back over to the other woman. They did look very similar. The had the same blood type, same age, same body build and hair type, but one was a perfect Molly House Wife and the other was an abuse woman who came up from a crappy beginning.

He closed his eyes thinking back to when he first met, it was at that lunch in with Ingrid's dad and Celia…

Walking down the street arm and arm the sound of crunching of leaves beneath their feet were the only sound on the empty street. Thoughts of the night before played over and over again in her mind. She felt like she should maybe tell Fillmore…be honesty with him.

"Fillmore," he heard her call to him softly and he turned to her with a smile across his lips.

"Yeah Ingrid." Came his reply however a smile didn't come across her face, something was wrong. There was rarely a day when a smile didn't grace her lips anymore.

"I've got to tell you something."

Confusion was evident on his face as he looked over at her again. She seemed almost hesitant with her words as if she didn't want to say that words that were going to soon come out of her mouth. However, "Hum…" was the only reply he could give.

"Well remember yesterday when you dropped me off at my house"

Yesterday, was the best day of his life, she had accepted the ring that he had given her despite how nervous and stupid he made had acted or sounded when he had presented it to her, however, she wasn't smiling…was she regretting saying yes to the ring? "Yeah?"

"Well I met this woman…" He could feel himself a small sigh of relief when he realized that she wasn't talking about them. Something had change in her house, but some how something was telling him that something was still wrong. "Oh," came his first reply. "Who is she?"

"Well she's my father's new girlfriend…" Her father had a girlfriend, wasn't that a good thing? Her mother had passed away a long time ago and despite the fact that her father had always been a good parent to her, she need another woman in her life, a mother would be great wouldn't it? "Your father's got a girlfriend? That's great…isn't it?"

"Well not exactly…" Not exactly what did she mean by that? What was wrong with this woman? "What's not great about it?"

"Well she…" However, they were both cut off as they turned a corner and suddenly Ingrid's eyes as if instantly becoming magnetized to something else shot up from the sidewalk that she had been staring at to a small café. That's when he noticed Ingrid's father sitting with someone. They were holding hands and she was giggling softly at some something he was saying to her, Fillmore was about to say something however, Fillmore cut him off before she could say anything. "Celia?"

The woman and Ingrid's father looked up from one another's gaze and a smile began to spread across both of their lips, however, something scared Fillmore about her smile, there was more behind it then she was showing. Somehow he knew it. "Aw hello Ingrid it's so nice to see you again…oh and who might this be?"

Fillmore stepped forward and smiled at the woman, she seemed present enough despite her eerie smile. "Hello ma'am I'm Fillmore, Cornelius Fillmore." He stuck his hand out and she took it with hers and shook it tightly, almost too tightly upon pulling away looking at her but she said nothing about it and continued to speak. "Ah what a lovely name…well kids why don't you join as Ingrid your father and I just sat down I'm sure we can get out waiter back and order you guys something."

"No I don't think that would be a good idea…" reply Ingrid quickly and tried to drag Fillmore away from the seen despite her father's protest. "Ingrid honey…" said her father. "Come on join us."

"No dad we've got to hurry we've got a lot to do with the safety patrol and everything…and I'm sure that lunch will take a while…and…" He glanced at her softly, why was Ingrid lying. This woman was eerie but not weird, why did she want to get away so bad? "Ingrid you know as well as I do you don't want to go back now come on we can sit down and have a nice lunch with your father and his girlfriend."

"Alright…I guess…so…" she replied after a minute almost sounding total defeated and they walked over taking their seat at the table. He'd never seen Ingrid look so depressed

She was so hesitant to want to spend time with her father's girlfriend and she wanted to get out of there. Why? Something about this woman…the way that Ingrid seemed to flinch when ever she touched her, the way she tried to make up excuses not to spend time with her and what exactly had she been trying to tell him before…

Looking back over the paperwork again he sighed. Could he figure out any kind of connection, suddenly as if Ingrid's photographic memory had gone off in his head he remembered something he had not remembered before?

Ingrid end up sitting right next to Celia and Fillmore was across from them, he was watching Ingrid fidget nervously in her set and almost scratching at the faded cuts on her arms. 'Why didn't I notice before that they looked like finger nail cuts on her arms before? They were long scratches as if there had been a struggle between whoever created these markings and Ingrid.' He thought to himself as he worked his way though his memory. He was now beginning to realize things he hadn't before.

A waitress return and handed Ingrid and Fillmore he had taken the menu and began to flip though it a couple of times before deciding on what he wanted.

"So do you kids know what you want yet?" asked Celia

"I'm not sure." Replied Fillmore his arms as folded on the table making small talk with Celia about what he wanted. He watched Ingrid however; she hadn't taken her eyes off Celia since the moment they had gotten there. What something wrong? 'There.' Though Fillmore as he caught a glimpse of Celia's leg. A long scar ran up and down the inside corner of her leg, he had never noticed this before because every other time he saw Celia she was wearing jeans or a long shirt.

"Well Ingrid," said Celia leaning in so close to her she and despite the fact that hew wasn't far away he couldn't hear a word that they were saying. However, at the end Ingrid seemed to finch as a small tear began to roll down her face. 'She had been crying…'

"Well that's all I need to know" he heard himself reply in his memories. Fillmore almost wanted to kick himself for being so blind to everything. This woman was torching Ingrid, making a game out of her suffering and it had been going on in front of him for…god knows how long and he had never noticed it before.

When the waitress came back handing out waters to everyone at that able and after she did she pulled at a notepad on her waist and began to take everyone's orders. One by one they order and when they were finished she nodded and politely said that their food would be ready soon and literally skipped away. That left the whole table alone again in silence, however, the silence was broken by Celia in a matter of seconds snatching up her hand into her own and she jerked away instantly. Another long scar was visible on her left arms as she examined the ring on Ingrid's hand and Fillmore couldn't believe that this woman, this Celia Shay was turning out to be Celia Shay Miller that had been abusing kids and probably Ingrid. It would explain her depression much like the Miller kids.

Everything seemed to swirl around in his head as the police report began to file though his head as well as the memory of that one day played back to him. He couldn't believe that he never noticed it before…

'After taking a large kitchen knife from the kitchen he cut into her legs and forearms, her blood seemed to be draining from her body almost instantly and she cried out in pain and then he was gone.'

'Another long scar was visible on her left arms as she examined the ring on Ingrid's hand and Fillmore couldn't believe that this woman, this Celia Shay was turning out to be Celia Shay Miller that had been abusing kids and probably Ingrid. It would explain her depression much like the Miller kids.'

'As he caught a glimpse of Celia's leg. A long scar ran up and down the inside corner of her leg, he had never noticed this before because every other time he saw Celia she was wearing jeans or a long shirt.'

Fillmore falling to the floor seemed to snap him out of his little jumble and he made his way to the phone. He needed to call that detective back…what was his name…Dan? No! It was Mike, Mike Jersey. Quickly hitting redial the phone rang and rang till the perky woman that picked up last time he called answer, not letting her get a word out he yelled into the phone.

"PLEASE CONNECT ME TO MIKE JERSY RIGHT NOW!"

The woman didn't say anything but soon he heard ringing again and this time Mike picked up.

"Detective Mike Jersey."

"Detective its' me…um…" he paused for a minute almost forgetting the anonymous name that he had used when he called the first time. "David Myhre."

"Ah, David, did you get that paper worked out."

"Um…yes, but right now that doesn't matter, I know where Celia Shay Miller is."

The line when quiet and then Mike's voice came back. "Tell me everything."

Well with that done and out of the way, I offical have one last chapter to write. Now please go press the pretty little blue/purple button and review. Thanks!