I don't own Numb3rs.
It was Monday again. The beginning of a new week, and the beginning of a new school day. Megan Reeves pulled into the school parking lot and parked her car in her usual parking space. Even though it was spring, Megan wore a turtleneck sweater, along with blue destroyed jeans to hide the bruises and cuts that her father had given her over the weekend.
This happened to Megan practically every weekend, ever since she was a junior, and now she was a senior. Her father would always get drunk and beat her mother, and then began beating Megan too.
One year ago...
Megan arrived back home from Terri's house, and set down her bag at the kitchen counter. Removing her shoes and her jacket, she started walking up the stairs. "Hi mom, hi dad." She didn't even bother to see the position that her mother was in.
Once Megan's father heard Megan's bedroom door shut, he turned to Megan's mother.
Up in Megan's room, she was doing her homework when she heard her mother's pained screams coming from downstairs. Running downstairs, she gasped at the sight she saw. Her father was beating mother with a belt, gashes all across her back. Running into the room, she shouted, "Dad stop it!"
By the look in her father's eyes, she knew that he wasn't going to give up that easily. He stumbled away from her mother, making it obvious that he was completely drunk. Still advancing towards Megan, she began to feel fear rush through her veins.
Megan's mother jumped up and grabbed her husband's arm, preventing him from going any further. "Please, don't hurt her! She's just a child!"
"Shut up, bitch, I can do what I want!" He pushed her onto the couch and began advancing towards his daughter once again.
Paralyzed from fear, Megan could only watch her father walk towards her, his belt gripped tightly in his hand.
Now close enough to her, Megan's father reared his hand back and punched Megan in the face, causing her to stumble backwards into the wall as she gasped in pain. One punch in the gut caused her to collapse to the floor, winded as her father continued to kick, punch and whip her.
Megan sniffled as tears began to pour down her face from the memories that were flooded in her mind. Thankfully, the sunglasses that she was wearing were covering the bruises around her eyes. The others that were on her face were carefully covered by makeup, which her mother lended her. She had tried to cover up the bruises around her eyes, but it didn't help any.
She once asked her mother why she stayed with her father. Her mother replied by saying, "Because I still love him. He may have done some bad things, but I still do love him. Love like that can't just disappear."Megan was completely terrified of her father, and often stayed at Terri's, who was the only person that knew about Megan's situation with her father. Terri had always begged Megan to move in with her, but Megan refused, since she didn't want to leave her mother alone with her father. She knew what he was capable of.
Megan walked home from Terri's house, since she missed the bus. She knew that her father would be pissed at her, but she couldn't do anything about it. Even if she tried to avoid him, he would just beat her mother. And she couldn't let that happen.
Finally arriving at her house, she took a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever was to happen next. Entering the house, she saw her mother laying on the floor, unconscious. Running over to her, she sighed in relief when she saw her chest slowly rise and fall. Footsteps could be heard as Megan turned around and came face to face with her father, who was fuming with anger. "Where the hell have you been? You were supposed to be here an hour ago!"
"I-I'm sorry." Megan said, practically cowering in his prescence. "I was at Terri's, and I missed the bus. There weren't any others, so I walked home."
"You little bitch." Her father spat. "You're going to pay for your tardiness."
Megan cried out in pain as he began to once again beat her. One kick at the ribs, and she heard a loud cracking sound. She knew that one of her ribs were now either cracked or broken, but there was nothing that she could do about it at the moment.
After ten minutes of her father beating her, she laid on the floor in immense pain, mostly from the two ribs that were now cracked. Thankfully, they weren't any of the ribs that affected the windpipes. Staring at her mother's unconscious body right next to hers, she heard a zipping sound. She fearfully turned around and saw her father unzipping his pants.
Her eyes grew wide with horror, and she tried to get up and run. Unfortunately, he saw what she was doing and slammed his elbow into her back, sending her to the ground once again. Dazed from her head hitting the floor, she felt herself being moved onto her back. Megan opened her eyes and saw her father enter her as she cried out in pain.
That was not the first time that he had done that to Megan, but sadly, no one was ever there to stop him. Stepping out of her car, she grabbed her bag and walked into the high school. Walking to her locker, she entered the combination and opened her locker. Taking the books that she needed, she walked away from her locked and almost bumped into Don Eppes.
Don Eppes was the star of the baseball and the star quarterback of the football team, making him the most desirable jock in the whole highschool. All of the guys wanted to be him, and every girl wanted to date him, except for Terri, Megan and Amita Ramanujan, who was dating Don's brother, Charlie.
Megan was the head cheerleader. Thankfully, she could cover up the bruises and marks from being beaten. For her face, she just had to use a ton of makeup to cover the bruises around her eyes.
Terri was also on the cheerleading squad, and was always the one to help Megan put the makeup on for her face. She knew that she could always count on her for help.
"Sorry." Megan said quietly, and sniffled.
Don grinned. "What's the matter, did your boyfriend dump you?"
Megan didn't even answer him, which was unusual for her. Usually, she had a witty comeback for Don's teasing. Don stared after her in confusion, but turned back to his locker.
Colby walked up to Don. "Hey Don."
"Hey Colby." David walked up to them. "Hey David."
David smiled in response, and Colby saw Megan walk down the hallway, seeing their previous encounter. "What's wrong with Reeves?"
Don shrugged. "Don't know... she didn't even have a witty comeback for me today."
"Whatever. We gotta get to class... I can't be late again." David said.