"Surgery? What surgery am I having, Mia?" I questioned.
"Listen, Jada, I don't think you understand the extent of your injuries. There is a lot of internal damage and they need to repair it. You can't go anywhere, not just yet, anyway," Mia soothed me, walking back into the room and rubbing my arm affectionately. “I haven’t told anyone, either, Jada. I even had to lie and say I was your sister Milan; otherwise, they would have called your parents. There was no way I was going to let your parents see you like this, Jada. You're a mess. Your parents don’t need this right now.”
God, I loved this girl. We grew up together, and she truly was like another sister to me. Just like my younger sister Milan, only bossy!
“Listen, what if I call my brother, Max, or his friend Zane? Zane is a detective, Jada; he will know what to do and how to find that fucker.” Mia paced around the hospital room, obviously agitated.
"No! Please don’t tell anyone, Mia. Especially not Max, please. Nobody can know what happened, Not one single person,” I pleaded. “Do you understand me? I’m scared, Mia, scared of what he will do to my family, to me, to you if I go public. I’m a famous model. I can't risk all the publicity I'll receive if this goes public. I can’t do it. I can’t. No one must know, Mia, ever. Please, promise you won’t ever tell anyone, please.”
“Okay, Jada, but please calm yourself down. I love you so much; you’re like the sister I never had. I was so scared when I found you in your dressing room. You have no idea how long I stood there, staring at your bruised and battered body before I called security. I thought you were dead, Jada, DEAD! You scared the shit out of me. I won’t say anything for now, but you are going to tell me who the fucker was that did this to you, and I want to know now!”
“Deal, but for now, I just want to go home, Mia. I need to go home. I have to be around my family. I can't exactly model looking like this anyway, can I?"
"Home? When you say home you mean home, home, as in the Barossa, or your apartment here in Sydney?" Mia probed.
“The Barossa. I want to go home, Mia. To the Barossa.”