Reality in Front of Her Eyes -- An Scampy Story
Based on a true story. Voices, voices... so many choices...!
Milenka, an East European teen of 17 years of age, was being forced to 'see' this old man in a hotel/motel on the outskirts of Reno Nevada. Disgusting old man, with some yellowish teeth. Yuck!
It was a hot day for this August 2, 2012. She knocked the door on this trashy second floor motel. Ryan W., an old lawyer that has had connections with the local Mayor opened the door with that pedophile face. What is wrong with the picture?
On the parking lot was waiting her "Guard" who was supposed to have her for a week. It was 7p.m. in Reno Nevada (Yes THOUGTH Thomas!) Still asking to our readers, what's wrong with the picture?
An Every Day Event In Our Beautiful Country
Milenka got a student Visa and was promised a career as a model in Manhattan, New York City. The costs of her staying and a "promised dream" ended up at door number "691/2."
Milenka Just turned 17 on this past 4th of July. You already may know that she left her country through this underground human trading, that was passed on since Genghis Khan times and his barbarians. Even Vikings stormed The British Isles and took their women, But eventually settled and mixed themselves with powerful Saxons through marriages and alliances.
Back To Our Story.
Milenka waited for the old (nasty) man who finally opened the door of that hell of a room. Wish we could've helped her, but demand was rampant, and money was always scarce for the dealers.
"Hi there. You are...?"
"Come on in!! Oh wow! You are really a young thing. I guess you are the girl I was told about..?"
"Well I'm just here to help you Sir..."
"Don't call me Sir would you? I'm Ryan. Well, I see you have a wonderful smile!"
"And I see you are a powerful lawyer. I was supposed to study Law School but..."
"Well, you sound pretty smart, even though your accent can be deceiving..."
Cut! We interrupt this nonsense and go for the heart of the story..!!!
Milenka's Side of The Story
We can do whatever we want with this story, but let's ask her what really happened..?
Milenka, Why are you here in the U.S.?
If I tell you, I don't know! So many relatives in my country may end up being killed tomorrow morning...
Milenka, please do not worry. We even changed your name for the story!
Oh! I see it Sir. (In shock) My family, meaning my grandparents, were killed before I was born. My country has been struggling with chaos and misery. That's why I wanted to become a lawyer, and defend the poor. I thought I was going to be a succesful model, like this Linda Evangelista and those Victoria secret's models. But they lied to me!
Do you realize Who really I am?
My future boyfriend? Just kidding. Dunno! You look like "Constantine" from the that American movie (smiles)
You are terrible right! I have frozen everything around us, so that f***ER can wait! You need to get out of this! How can we do it?
Maybe like in "I dream of Jenny," or better yet, like in the movies, we just dissapear and every body lives happily ever after, right?
You funny girl. You go back to the Airport at Sebastripol, and I will call your parents to get you back home, RIGHT before the moment you were suppose to board that plane to America. Meanwhile I will take care of Mister Ryan W.
How can you do that? Are you my Guardian angel?
Even in tough moments you are a funny girl, that's cute of you..!
Maybe I was your daughter in another life..?
Gee! Now You got me thinking. Evilness has to stop Milenka. The time is coming for them! We are God's armored angels coming down to fight this enemy..!
Back to door 69 1/2...7 p.m.
Someone knocked the door and Ryan re opens that door again. As soon as he opens the door, he sees a shadowy familiar face: is his Grand daughter Stacey!
"What the f** Stacey, what are you doing in here dressed like a...whore!"
Stacey ran down the steps, after mumbling the words," Oh my! Grandpa!"
Her boyfriend Andrew saw the "old fart" Ryan, and started his Porsche immediately and fled the scene with Stacey. They got to that fatidic nearest corner and dind't pay attention...an 'oil tanker' truck hit them head on. A helish and dantesc explosion ensued, and Grandpa Ryan couldn't do anything to help.
Curiously, the Oil company belonged to him and an associate --- Was acquired 2 months ago. This old man kneeled down an cried like a baby, biting his lips...and having a flash of past Christmases and wonderful Thanksgivings that got engulfed by fire...!
Ryan wanted to pray but was not able to do it. His own father was a mean 'mafioso' at Las Vegas, and taught him to hate this world meticulously. Suddenly, Ryan's vision diminished with a deeper pain. He was having a heart attack. He was supposed to visit his doctor this morning but.... he wanted to meet that fresh meat as promised by Carlos Menendez. We walked to him like a regular bystander, and prayed for his life. It was already his time. 10, 9, 8....
We closed his eyelids and held his right hand until he let go... "Pater noster, qui es in caelis,
sanctificetur Nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum... amen!"
Were we supposed to apply CPR? Maybe, but in his 'book of life' he was chosen to leave tonight.
Back at Sebastripol's International Airport
7, 6, 5, 4...
We became good Samaritans all of a sudden. We were already speaking this country's language and playing our role as policemen who stopped this Van, where Milenka was being held against her own will.
They were speeding and driving recklessly through the back roads of a greenish countryside.
"Yes! Are you guys are in a hurry?" We said it with our harsh voice.
"No officer, we are going to the States and we don't want to miss the plane," says this evil creature inside this inoffensive citizen.
Suddenly I see a mother and a father catching up with us. "There they are police Officer!" when the thug was about to kill me or end my terrestrial life, my buddy "Zachiel" stopped him and pushed him against a pole. The other two thugs ran through the lower hills and disappeared. Eventually Malenka came to me and asked me: "have we met before officer?"
"No, young lady! Just a average day for me... don't you think?" I said with a smile of my own.
Is 2 a.m. When We Were About to Publish..!
A woman came to us. We felt she was a mother who was already in Heaven by her look: clear blue dress, and a well kept hair.
"Can you write about my daughter Joseph?"
"Rachel? I was about to close this story..! Why don't you tell us about your daughter?"
"Sure! I wish I was there for her. But I had to depart or get departed early."
Kayleen's Story According to her Mom:
Kayleen was a 16 years old student that lost her mom to cancer. Her dad was an Army Communications specialist that had to be deployed to Afghanistan for the fifth time. Kayleen stayed with grandma Nancy after her mom (Rachel) died in 2007. This blasphemous demon out there knew that Kayleen was in desperate need of love. That's when Jerry appeared in the picture.
To make the story short, Jerry asked Kayleen to sell her "own self" in order to buy a car for both of them. Why did she do it? When we are young we don't think. Rachel was actually watching over her daughter even after she left her physical body. Daughter Kayleen used to ask God to watch over her mom at church all the time. " Mom forgive me if I made a mistake in my life," said Kayleen the very morning she was going to meet a "client."
What was our plan? Were we supposed to save Kayleen from this nasty boyfriend? Permission was granted, and we found them after midnight at the local "Seven Eleven" convenience store. Jerry was already trying to steal a pack of cigarettes and two hot dogs.
We had to stop this abuser somehow, and this time we were coming into the store like a hel'sl angel biker (sorry Satan). I saw what Jerry was doing, while getting myself some potato chips and my "blessed" spring water.
"Hey, buddy... are you stealing in here?" I said.
"Shut the f*** up! and mind your own..." He didn't have time to finish his "business" word!!
That was enough from 'big mouth' Jerry. I smacked the S** out of him and told Kayleen to leave. "run and get lost. That's your mom's message..!"
Kayleen was in tears and ran like a lost ghost, trembling and shaking; she didn't think it twice. She made it to her mom's resting place 25 minutes later. She didn't care it was already 1 a.m.!
"Oh my!! Mom! You were with me all along. How stupid I was..."
Her tears felL on her mom's grave, and made a well shaped cross on that cold headstone!
I rode near Kayleen with my "Harley Davidson FLH Electra Glide," and waved goodbye. She wasn't scare at all. And looking up on the late night starry sky, Kayleen saw her mom behind that full moon. Mommy was sending her daughter unending kisses with a phrase from beyond the grave: "I love you sweet daughter!"