CHAPTER 3
Milia just sat and stared off into space. She really didn't know what a family was. She
lthought back over the years, at the endless guys she had been sold or tossed around too.
"Will be right back, Milia." Linda said as she got up and headed out of the door, Vince
right behind her.
As soon as the door closed, Linda began to cry over her daughter's state. "What in the
hell did they do to her?" Linda asked as Vince pulled her into his arms.
"I don't know, but they will pay for it." Vince replied rubbing his wife's back.
They began to walk down the hall, then stopped where the doctor was standing. "So what
do we do now?" Vince asked the doctor.
"Well physically she is alright to go home, but mentally I'm not too sure. I think it would
be best if we admitted her to the mental health clinic." But before the doctor was finished
Vince cut him off.
"No, she will not be going to some mental ward. She'll come home with us, that way
we'll have her close and we can get to know each other. We'll hire a psychological nurse
to stay with her, and she can see a psychologist everyday." Vince said to the doctor,
already planning a course of action.
"Okay, Mr. McMahon. She'll be released within the half an hour. Come with me." The
doctor led Vince back into his office.
Linda headed back to Milia's room, to tell her the news. She opened the door and saw
that Milia was still seated in the same position.
"Milia, we're going to take you home, now. I know it's going to be a huge adjustment,
but I want you to be comfortable with us. Even thought I would love to have you call me
mom, you can call me Linda instead."
Milia looked over at her, finally acknowledging her presence. A mother, now that was
something that was a total foreign concept to her. She had never been close to another
female before. The only ones that she had even seen or had talken to her was the various
guys girlfriends, or the one night stands.
"Now let's get you dressed." Linda said walking over to the small drawers. She pulled
out a torn t-shirt, and a blue jeans that had holes every where. Both pieces of clothing
were covered in dirt, and oil.
"Let me go see if I can get something else for you to wear." Linda said as Milia watched
her walk out of the door.
Ten minutes later she came back in the room carrying a bluish grey colored clothes.
"These will do for now." Linda said handing them over to Milia. "Do you need any help
dear?"
Milia shook her head no, and slowly got up. She pulled the hospital gown away from her
body, and she could hear a gasp coming from Linda's mouth.
Oh My God! Linda thought to herself. Milia's whole body was black and blue. Anger
filled her senses. Anger at the people who had did this to her baby daughter.
Milia quickly pulled on the clothes. Then sat back down. She was beginning to feel like
a freak.
"Here let me brush your hair." Linda said grabbing a brush that was sitting on the table.
She went and stood behind where Milia was sitting. She felt Milia flinch as she gently
touched her shoulder. Shaking it off, Linda began to brush the long reddish brown hair.
She gently worked out the tangles with a mother's touch.
Milia calmed down, enjoying the feel of the brush. This was a luxury that she wasn't
used too. She was beginning to get used to the women's touch.
"Are you ready?" Vince asked stepping into the room breaking the moment. Linda
swept the brush through her hair one last time, then went to help Milia into the wheel
chair.
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The whole way home, Milia, sat and listened to these two people talk about what they
called her family. They said she had a older brother named Shane, and an older sister
named Stephanie. They said that they both worked in the family business.
After what seemed like forever, the limo pulled up in front of a huge house. Milia
looked around in amazement at the size of the house. The front door opened and out
walked a man and woman. They were staring at Milia, trying to see the resemblance.
And they found what they were looking for. She had long brown curly hair, and was
petite. But they would have to wait to really see her, because her face and body were
covered in bruises.
"Milia, this is your brother Shane, and your sister Stephanie." Vince said noticing that
Milia flinched slightly as he came up behind her. She just stared at them, taking
everything in.
"Well you can get to know them in a little while. Why don't I show you to your room, so
that you can lay down and rest for a little while." Linda said taking Milia's arm and
leading her inside the house.
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"But, Daddy are you sure that this woman is Milia?" Stephanie asked looking at her
farther. Vince, Shane and her were now all in Vince's office.
"Steph, her finger prints are exact matches. She is Milia." Vince said with a sparkle in
his eye, that no one had seen in years.
"Come on Steph, she even looks like our family. So dad, give us the story, how did she
just turn up after all these years?"
"The police raided an old warehouse, where drugs were being stashed. After the fight
went down, they found her locked up in one of the closets. As you can tell she had been
beaten. No one could get her to talk, so finally they took her finger prints and ran them
through the system."
"And she still won't talk?" Shane asked.
"No, the doctor said there's nothing physically stopping her from talking. That it's
psychological."
"Great, another fruitcake around here. Just what we need." Steph said stomping out of
the room.
The two men just looked shocked, watching her leave.
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Milia just sat and stared off into space. She really didn't know what a family was. She
lthought back over the years, at the endless guys she had been sold or tossed around too.
"Will be right back, Milia." Linda said as she got up and headed out of the door, Vince
right behind her.
As soon as the door closed, Linda began to cry over her daughter's state. "What in the
hell did they do to her?" Linda asked as Vince pulled her into his arms.
"I don't know, but they will pay for it." Vince replied rubbing his wife's back.
They began to walk down the hall, then stopped where the doctor was standing. "So what
do we do now?" Vince asked the doctor.
"Well physically she is alright to go home, but mentally I'm not too sure. I think it would
be best if we admitted her to the mental health clinic." But before the doctor was finished
Vince cut him off.
"No, she will not be going to some mental ward. She'll come home with us, that way
we'll have her close and we can get to know each other. We'll hire a psychological nurse
to stay with her, and she can see a psychologist everyday." Vince said to the doctor,
already planning a course of action.
"Okay, Mr. McMahon. She'll be released within the half an hour. Come with me." The
doctor led Vince back into his office.
Linda headed back to Milia's room, to tell her the news. She opened the door and saw
that Milia was still seated in the same position.
"Milia, we're going to take you home, now. I know it's going to be a huge adjustment,
but I want you to be comfortable with us. Even thought I would love to have you call me
mom, you can call me Linda instead."
Milia looked over at her, finally acknowledging her presence. A mother, now that was
something that was a total foreign concept to her. She had never been close to another
female before. The only ones that she had even seen or had talken to her was the various
guys girlfriends, or the one night stands.
"Now let's get you dressed." Linda said walking over to the small drawers. She pulled
out a torn t-shirt, and a blue jeans that had holes every where. Both pieces of clothing
were covered in dirt, and oil.
"Let me go see if I can get something else for you to wear." Linda said as Milia watched
her walk out of the door.
Ten minutes later she came back in the room carrying a bluish grey colored clothes.
"These will do for now." Linda said handing them over to Milia. "Do you need any help
dear?"
Milia shook her head no, and slowly got up. She pulled the hospital gown away from her
body, and she could hear a gasp coming from Linda's mouth.
Oh My God! Linda thought to herself. Milia's whole body was black and blue. Anger
filled her senses. Anger at the people who had did this to her baby daughter.
Milia quickly pulled on the clothes. Then sat back down. She was beginning to feel like
a freak.
"Here let me brush your hair." Linda said grabbing a brush that was sitting on the table.
She went and stood behind where Milia was sitting. She felt Milia flinch as she gently
touched her shoulder. Shaking it off, Linda began to brush the long reddish brown hair.
She gently worked out the tangles with a mother's touch.
Milia calmed down, enjoying the feel of the brush. This was a luxury that she wasn't
used too. She was beginning to get used to the women's touch.
"Are you ready?" Vince asked stepping into the room breaking the moment. Linda
swept the brush through her hair one last time, then went to help Milia into the wheel
chair.
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The whole way home, Milia, sat and listened to these two people talk about what they
called her family. They said she had a older brother named Shane, and an older sister
named Stephanie. They said that they both worked in the family business.
After what seemed like forever, the limo pulled up in front of a huge house. Milia
looked around in amazement at the size of the house. The front door opened and out
walked a man and woman. They were staring at Milia, trying to see the resemblance.
And they found what they were looking for. She had long brown curly hair, and was
petite. But they would have to wait to really see her, because her face and body were
covered in bruises.
"Milia, this is your brother Shane, and your sister Stephanie." Vince said noticing that
Milia flinched slightly as he came up behind her. She just stared at them, taking
everything in.
"Well you can get to know them in a little while. Why don't I show you to your room, so
that you can lay down and rest for a little while." Linda said taking Milia's arm and
leading her inside the house.
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"But, Daddy are you sure that this woman is Milia?" Stephanie asked looking at her
farther. Vince, Shane and her were now all in Vince's office.
"Steph, her finger prints are exact matches. She is Milia." Vince said with a sparkle in
his eye, that no one had seen in years.
"Come on Steph, she even looks like our family. So dad, give us the story, how did she
just turn up after all these years?"
"The police raided an old warehouse, where drugs were being stashed. After the fight
went down, they found her locked up in one of the closets. As you can tell she had been
beaten. No one could get her to talk, so finally they took her finger prints and ran them
through the system."
"And she still won't talk?" Shane asked.
"No, the doctor said there's nothing physically stopping her from talking. That it's
psychological."
"Great, another fruitcake around here. Just what we need." Steph said stomping out of
the room.
The two men just looked shocked, watching her leave.
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