1CHAPTER 1 : (Meghan's POV)
I stared blankly out the window, to the same site I had been seeing for the past couple of hours.
Trees, rocks and more fucking trees.
I rolled my bright green eyes that were hidden behind my big, dark sunglasses.
I pushed my lightened brown hair back, letting out a sigh of ignorance and boredom.
My dad must have heard me because he looked at me through the rear-view mirror of the car.
"We'll be there in ten minutes, Meg," He said in a flat, exhausted voice. He has been driving all-night, we were going to stop and stay the night at a small motel off the side of an old highway, but as soon as we seen the disgusting, filthy room we would have had to stay in; we checked out just as fast as we checked in. Although, I wouldn't just blame his drained personality on the lack of sleep, but things haven't really been going good for him the past little while. Just about four years ago my mother walked out on us to go runaway with one of dad's rich friends to New York, needless to say we never spoken or even heard of him or her since. Also, the other and bigger reason for his depression would be the fact that he just lost his job a few weeks ago.
We didn't have enough money to continue to stay in the fairly large house that we were currently living in so we searched everywhere in Los Angeles looking for a smaller, more affordable home. Unfortunately, we couldn't find anything cheap enough that wasn't infested with cockroaches or wasn't an apartment that we would have had to share with some junkies. So, we were on the verge of becoming the new additions to the hobo family. Then, one of dad's "old" work buddies called one day. He said that he was in a small town called "Castle Rock" that was in Oregon, he had heard about our desperateness to find a new home and said there was a guy selling a small home. He said the guy was leaving in less than a week and needed to sell the house fast, and it was very cheap at this point. He said it was a good little house, and the only bad thing about it was something about the location,..bad neighbors or something. So we jumped to the opportunity while it was there and packed up a few days ago and had been driving ever since.
"Meg, we're here!" Dad said with a smile, the only one I seen him have since he got fired from his job.
I smiled back at him, and for a moment I thought it was just like the good old days, mind you that didn't last long.
We quickly got out of the car and shut the doors. We walked around to the opposite back doors of the car and began to unload our things. Which was mainly clothes, pictures, and a bunch of knick-knacks. The only bulky things we had brought was our television. I was very thank-ful to have one, and the only reason we do at this point was because dad had bought it at the peak of success in his career, ah, the good old days.
I didn't even walk ten-feet in this shoe-box sized town and I already want to go back to L.A.
It only took us about twenty minutes to carry in all the stuff, the guy left the majority of his furniture in the house knowing that we wouldn't be able to bring ours, plus he said he was going to include it with the house for whoever bought it.
It was still very early in the morning, so since we couldn't go looking around the town because nothing would be open we decided just to place our things in ours rooms. This wasn't a tough job, since all we had to do was take our clothes out of our suitcases and put them in our cabinets, put books on shelves, utensils in the kitchen, then hang pictures and put other things away or on display.
"Well Meggy it looks like we're done..you can go take the car for a ride around town if you want," My dad said while giving a light smile.
"No thanks dad, I might later. It's really nice outside though, I think I'll just go get my bathing suit and lay out on a chair in the backyard, try and get a tan," I shrugged with a half-fake smile.
"Okay then, Meg. I will just be in the kitchen looking for that box of cereal we had packed..you must be getting hungry now," He said with concerned eyes.
"No, dad. I'm fine. If I get hungry though I will just take the car and drive into town, there must be like a little diner around here or something," I said reassuringly.
"Okay, Meg. Just come inside and tell me when you're leaving, and then I'll give you the keys," He replied while rummaging though some bags of food we brought, I'm guessing he was still looking for that cereal.
With that I gave him a small nod and smile and I spun around on my heels and darted up the small staircase heading towards my bedroom to get my bathing suit.
I looked through my dresser of unfolded clothes, then grabbed the first bathing suit I seen.
It was a one-piece, it had no back in it, but the sides came down into the back to cover my ass. It was also strapless, and was a bold neon pink in color. It would probably be a real eye-catcher in this town, but it wasn't worth a second glace in L.A.
I then ran the brush through my hair quickly, shoved on some lip gloss, and grabbed a towel from the small bathroom to lay on before rapidly walking out of the house so dad wouldn't see me in this. I would never hear the end of it.
When I got out there I laid the towel across the large, wooden outdoor chair then set a glass of lemonade I got from the kitchen on the flat ground beside the chair.
I then laid down on the chair, which the back of it went back quite far, so it was comfy.
I stared blankly at the bright blue sky, as the puffy white clouds danced in the sun's dazzling rays of golden light, while I only heard the light sound of blue birds chirping joyfully on a nearby branch of a tall oak tree. Everything was quiet and peaceful until I heard footsteps, then a voice.
"Well what do we have here," A sly voice said.
Who the fuck is that?!