***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual activities are consensual. Enjoy!***
In the time Mia Milosevic, 18, has been away from home, she didn't consider coming back. Standing in the space that was her bedroom for so many years, she is overcome by memories: feelings of being strangled and choked by fear of her Dad beating on her, the screenlight of her computer monitor burning into her eyes her college course, playing music loudly into her ears as she slumps on her single-bed; her life has been so different since. Instead of being lonely, she has become less inward, being present in the presence of her friends, enjoying pleasant company, and even working, seeming like play.
Mia allows tears to pour down her cheeks, crying here alone in this otherwise empty house she once called a home. The tears are warm, making the teen realise a sense that she isn't the same girl who would idly sit for hours locked up in her room, after keeping her dad fed and the house tidied, enough, at least. Through the teen's tears, her hand closes over her mouth, convulsing and bursting laughter as she cries. Finally, her pain is over. It is done. I won't have to suffer any more.
Bang, bang, bang! The young teen's blood becomes cold as ice, and she falls silent. She creeps out of her room, down the stairs, peering through the patterned glass of the front door, seeing the distorted shapes of two people, hearing the chatter of a familiar voice. She opens the door, shocked to see a familiar face, "Mom?"
The woman, appearing quite young and beautiful to the teen, remarks, "Oh, good! Someone is in. At least we don't have to break the lock, or call a locksmith, since my key doesn't work."
The young teen stares in stunned silence at the appearance of her mother with a strange man, tall and handsome, mouth agape as she struggles to voice any words.
Mia's mother asks, "Well, Ludmila, are you going to let us in, or what?"
Mia's nose wrinkles a little, and her lip curls, as she answers coldly, "I never liked that name. If you're staying, it's Mia, or, you can fuck off."
The mother seems disappointed as she remarks, "You sound just like him."
Realising that she does have a temper, Mia remorsefully recoils, "Fuck... I'm so sorry, Mom. I... Can we start over?"
Mia's mother smiles softly, replying, "Certainly, Mia. Can we come in?"
The teen says, "Sure," turning to trundle into the living room to slump on the sofa.
The girls' mother follows, sitting at her side, and the man sitting in pride of place in the armchair Mia's dad would sit in, as she lets him know, "He would have a word to say about you sitting there," asking, "Who the fuck are you, anyway?"
The handsome man responds, "Such a foul mouth. Unbecoming of you," asking the girl's mother, "Aniya, did you always let her speak so freely?"
Mia's mother replies, "When I left, she was too young to cuss," introducing to her daughter, "This is my husband, Owen Lightbody."
Mia scoffs, disgustedly enquiring, "You remarried? Ugh."
Aniya explains, "I wasn't happy with your dad, so I did what was best for me."
Mia angrily cries, "You left me. What about me? Why did you leave me to be his fucking slave? To be... abused?"
Aniya looks surprised at her daughter, answering as best she can, "I wanted to bring you with me, but Owen didn't want to put up with a kid, so, I had to choose."
Mia snarls, "So, you left me with him."
Aniya defends herself, "Your dad wasn't a bad father, at least when I was there. Maybe you were too young to remember, or forgot, but he was good with you. I left thinking that you would be well-kept and looked after. I didn't know what you have been through."
Mia screams, "What I've been through? What I've been through... is hell. Degraded. Assaulted. He didn't treat me like a daughter. He treated me like a... like a... aaaagh, I don't know. It was fucking horrible."
Aniya looks uncomfortable, not knowing if she should reach out for a hug or not, but she says in response, "He wasn't like that. Tibor was a sweet man when I knew him. He was very romantic, and thoughtful. He wasn't much to speak of in the bedroom, but I loved him anyway, it's just... He... was grinded down by work, and life, just getting on top of him, and, he struggled with that. I suppose I didn't help when I left him, but I felt so special with Owen, doing things that made me feel so young again. I couldn't resist, I'm sorry but, believe me, whatever happened with your dad, he loved you, in his way."
Mia shakily asks, "Did he drink?"
Aniya struggles to recall, replying, "He only did on special occasions."
Mia can only remember him drinking, cheap and plentiful, into a perpetual stupor. The teen reflects on her dad, thinking aloud, "Was it his fault?" She sees her mom reach a hand to her, and she recoils, snapping at her, "He always called you a whore for fucking off with him, making me hate you. You abandoned me... Why are you here?"
Aniya states, "It's my house. While your dad is away in prison, it's my name on the deeds along with his, so this is mine. I own it," enquiring, "Are you living here?"
Mia quickly says, "No... I'm living with a friend... It's been tough recently, going through what I have."
Aniya tells her daughter, "It's been nice seeing you, but, if you'd like to go back to your friends, we have work to do here."
Mia gets up, hastening to express, "No argument from me. I suppose you'll be busy cleaning out, and moving back in. Hey!," feeling Owen's hands exploring her body as she becomes desperately aware of his closeness, feeling his hands around her neck, making her uncomfortable, as if a snake is coiling around it, as she groans, "Fuck... off, freak... I'm her... daughter, ugh..."
Aniya sits politely, with her hands in her lap, playing with her fingers, not batting an eye as she allows her husband to have his way, as he silkily speaks into the daughter's ear, "Ludmila, is it?"
The young teen defiantly corrects him, "It's Mia," huffing hard breaths as his hands crawl over her skin under her clothes, making her skin crawl beneath the surface, repulsed by the surprise intrusion.
