"He probably forgot..." Mila stuttered as she cried. "I can't believe I let him touch me." She said sobbed.

"Please don't blame yourself. You wouldn't have known okay? You were blindfolded that night. It's not your fault." Della said softly understanding that her friend needed to rant out everything that had just happened.

"Della he-he-he hurt me!" She paused her cheeks were already puffy from having cried a river for Alfredo. "He just took my virginity without my consent, I hate him. He humiliated me, him and his family violated my self worth and dignity for some stupid s-stupid tradition. They should be in jail, they should be paying for what they did but no, they continue to thrive. His son will probably continue that stupid tradition—"

Hearing the word son. Della was immediately concerned. "...have you been careful?"

Mila frowned. "Yes, no need to worry. I would kill myself before I have anything that ties me to that evil family."

Della nodded.

"Above all I'm stupid, if I had searched for him long back maybe I would have known  what he looks like then avoid him before this mess was made. There's not much I can do now. It's done."

"Don't blame yourself Mila. None of this is your fault. Perhaps he has changed, you did mention liking him even a lil bit?" Della aforementioned.

"THAT WAS BEFORE I KNEW I WAS SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL, JESUS CHRIST!" Mila cursed. "I don't know how many times I have showered, I still feel him all over my skin, I hate it Della, I hate it so much." She said closing her eyes wanting to calm herself down. "It's as if he was born to ruin me. Born to torment me! Why else would I be meeting him again? What is this life?"

"I know it's been a couple of days but he seems determined on getting you back." Della mumbled.

"I don't know what he wants from me, goodness gracious!!" Mila held the bridge of her nose trying to keep calm. "He is a criminal rapist just like his father."

"You need to find closure Mila and that means you need to talk to him. Yes, it's been years but you simply ignored it. You slept around and tried to forget about it but you just haven't dealt with it." She paused. "That's why it still hurts."

"Don't say that! I thought you were my friend Adela.." She said shaking her head slowly.

"I'm just being honest. You need to tell Alfredo about the child you both made. You need to tell him about everything, you have been meaning to get off your chest."

"I don't have anything to say to him." She said dramatically wiping the tears on her cheeks, a frown on her lips.

"Remember when you told me that the rest of the nights were different from the first night. He told you he was scared and he had never done this before. He promised he wouldn't hurt you the way."

"Stop stop stop just stop but he hurt me. He still hurt me, if he was a good person he wouldn't have done what he did." Mila shook her head furiously.

"Okay, fine." Della replied giving her a small smile while raising her hands defensively.

"Did he say anything to you?" Mila asked softly. The she suddenly remembered.

-

"Hi Uhm Adela right ?" Alfredo said nervously, Felipé was right behind him like Alfredo's shadow. Alfredo looked like a mess, he looked like he was coming from the gym. They stood in the middle of the hotel corridor near the elevator.

"Yes, Mr. Molinero is there anything I may help you with?" Della questioned professionally trying to avoid any casualty or friendliness. She couldn't be nice to this man not after finding out whom he claimed to be. Not after she had watched her friend break down with fear, not wanting to leave Adela's apartment. Not wanting to do anything besides cry and scrub in the bathtub every chance she got. Ofcourse it wouldn't heal her emotionally or fix anything to do with her trauma but it seemed to calm her. It calmed Mila knowing she had removed the last of his scent. The last of anything that had to do with him. Her mind disarrayed with memories and nightmares. She found herself back there again stripped bare and being fondled by multiple men including Alfredo's father. Until she was deemed good enough or the best there was amongst the girls there. Being drugged for days then locked up in a room that only had four walls and no window. At times she had dreams of the walls slowly curving in on her. Having the maids who bathed her before the scene took place, being forcefully opened inbetween so they could somewhat feel her hymen that could have easily broke. She didn't remain still, she cried helplessly begging to return to her parents. She begged for her life, she begged and everyone simply attended to their duties and ignored her. She stayed much longer locked up in that dull room with no windows until she was ready to be served as a gift. Mila thought she would die, she had seen too much. After serving her purpose they would kill her. In those moments, she accepted her short lived life and death that awaited her at the end. She never thought she would make it out alive, they never did. Even her family had accepted and prayed for her spirit with knowing the unfortunate circumstances. They were shocked to see her return unharmed but only a bit sick— sick with what they assumed was the devil's filth that was growing inside her.

Keeping it to themselves, they made sure it was taken care of. Not caring for their catholic values they did what they thought was best. Mila couldn't carry an heir for those Neanderthals not after they had used her purity to cleanse their sins leaving her cursed. That was spiking rat poison into her tea, she bled... and bled unbeknownst to her at the verge of death, they finally ran for help. At the hospital, the doctor accused her of trying to abort and she should be utterly ashamed of herself. He picked on her and asked if she was happy that she had killed an innocent child. Mila sat there stunned. Her family was so conservative, matters of sex were never discussed. She was not aware that you could fall pregnant... in that manner. Her parents and church always taught that God gives everyone a child at the right time and that's usually when they're married and in love. They controlled everything she read and everything she consumed television wise. Her catholic school did not offer much sex education. Mila had not even known she was pregnant at seventeen years even with all the signs. It took so much for her to unlearn everything that she had been taught. For this very reason Mila had let go of religion. She was still finding herself spiritually. Her family assumed moving her to the US was what would be best. In reality they were too embarrassed to face everyone with news that she had returned with everything that had occurred. Mila's past drove her past sanity. Della blamed the man standing in front of her for everything. He didn't deserve to be anywhere near her.

"Mila hasn't been coming to work for a few days now and I had ordered that she is the only maid I wanted in my suite." He almost yelled but lowered his voice when people exited from the elevator. He gave them a small smile as they passed.

"Your suite will not be attended to then-" Adela said with a shrug, unaffected by his intimidating facade.

"I don't care just make sure she comes back." He said barbarously.

"I'm not the manager, so please lay a complaint at the reception and your complaint will be dealt with." Della said in the very same tone.

"Look Uhm Adela, i know you are her friend and honestly I just want to know how she is doing--" Alfredo said letting his arrogant Facade down. Felipé rolled his eyes, he knew everything. Coming to New York was a bad endeavor. He was there the night of Alfredo's birthday, he stood not so far from the scene. The day at the club Savanah he recognized Mila as the girl his boss had slept with at 18. He tried his best to bring as many girls to dance around the Mafia Prince but it was all to a lost cause because Alfredo saw her and couldn't keep his eyes off her. He knew Mila was going to break his heart, he just didn't know how to tell Alfredo that Mila was the girl who had been haunting his dreams all those years. It wasn't his story to tell but if Alfredo continued acting like a headless chicken then he intended to tell him.

"She is doing okay, she just needs space." Della did not want to say too much, Alfredo wasn't even aware who Mila really was. They planned on keeping it that way, fearing the worst.

The elevator suddenly dinged open revealing a man. "Spencer?" Alfredo greeted.

"It doesn't look like a good morning to you?" Spencer replied referring to his appearance.

"There is always light at the end of the tunnel." Alfredo sighed as he gave a pat on the shoulder to Spencer before walking away with Felipé on his tail.

—

"He was just looking for you to make sure you are okay." Della finally replied after the brief flashback. It seemed she had zoned out.

"Are you day dreaming about a certain someone ?" Mila suddenly asked.

"God no Mila." Della shook her head as they both laughed. The mood was seemingly getting better. Mila was trying her best to move forward. She feared what would happen once Alfredo knew. She feared her past was walking, searching for her to finally put her life to an end. Her worst fear for the longest time, she was finally living it.