Chapter 15: 5 months & Finally Being Found(Mylia's P.O.V)

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It's been five long dreadful months. My dad has me kept in some sort of basement. He hasn't done much to me really, except starve me and left me to rot in my own urine. Gosh it smells horrid in here and I haven't showered in days. I'm also stuck in the same clothes I wore the night he took me. That is unsanitary and grossed considering I'm female and I bleed from my parts on a monthly basis. Please god let them find me soon. I can't stand being here anymore.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS TO BE HERE!" I heard my father scream. God please let this be my way out.

"HELP! HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE!" I screamed banging on the door. I continued screaming and pounding the door when I heard gunshots.

"Mylia! Where are you!?" I heard Papa Stilinski shout.

"I'm here. Please get me out of here!" I screamed back banging on the door.

"Ok. The door's locked. Stand back honey. We'll have to kick it down," he told me. I did as he asked and cried tears of joy when I saw his familiar face.

"You saved me," I thanked crying in his arms. He hugged me back and led me upstairs. He got me into a squad car and they drove me to the nearest hospital. Once there a female agent got pictures of me to use in court and then I was allowed to shower. Once I was done, I was given a clean pair of clothes. My old ones were bagged as evidence. I got evaluated by a doctor and then I was given the ok to leave. The nice doctor told me there was someone waiting for me in the waiting room. As I got closer to the reception area, I saw him. My Batman, Stiles.

"STILES!" I screamed running into his arms.

"Mylia. Oh thank god you're ok," he said squeezing me. I squeezed back with all the physical strength I had and started crying again.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's ok now. You're safe and there's no way he's coming back for you," Stiles reassured me. I nodded smiling at him.

"Let's go home. I hate hospital with a deep purple fire burning passion. I don't care if my mom works at one," I told him letting go.

"Ok. You hungry?" he asked me.

"Starved."

We left the hospital and went to a restaurant not to far from the hospital. It was good to finally be home. I never want to have to leave, even if it is for college.

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