Family Guy, Meg.
Meg Griffin sat on her bed looking at the test results. It all explained everything. Why her parents treated her like crap all the time, except the rest of the family. Where they just following Peter and Louis blindly or did they know? If so why didn't anyone tell her? Sighed and lay back on the bed. She thought about her feelings about this revelation, she realized she didn't feel bad at all, more like relieved really. Now she wouldn't feel guilty when she left and never looked back. Who was she kidding, she wouldn't feel guilty anyway.
She held the paper up and read it again, shook her head. She sat up and put the paper on her night stand and picked the other one up and read that one. She sent in several samples and she laughed at the results, this time a tear did slip from the corner of her eye. She knelt down and reached under the bed and pulled out the box she found hidden in the back of the attic. The reason she sent in the samples.
She started looking through the photo album. It was the guy in the back ground. He was in every photo in the album. The pictures started with Peter and Louis's wedding and ended two years later nine months before she was born. After that he was no longer in any of the pictures, he disappeared. It was the second time she went through the album that she noticed the looks the strange man was giving Louis. She saw it in all of the pictures. She picked up another picture out of the box, it was on this picture that she found the lock of hair taped to it.
According to the DNA test results, Louis had an affair with this man and she was the result. She was going to try and find out his name, bar asking her parents. No way in hell was she going to ask them anything, for all she cares they all can go to hell. She was going to find out on her own. She was glad that tonight was the last night in this house. She was going off to collage tomorrow, in New York.
In the morning she put on her jeans, tank top and plaid button up with the sleeves cut off. She didn't bother covering up her tattoos like she usually did, she wasn't going to hide who she was anymore. No more lying to herself or anyone. After packing she looked at the clock, it was now five A.M. Then she looked at her bed and she got an idea. She knelt down and dragged the box from under the bed again, opened it. She took out the album first, opened it and placed it on the bed, she placed the photo of her biological father and placed it below the album; she already scanned the picture into her laptop. She then placed the test results on each side of the picture. She went to her desk and wrote…
Dear Louis and Peter
All my life you have made my life a living hell, always made feel like I was never good enough or even loved. Louis, you were my mother, you should have loved me unconditionally, and instead you hated me for being the product of a mistake or rape, I don't know which it is. Either way, I did not deserve your hate, your ire. Once again you were my mom. I can now understand the looks you gave me, the look of regret. You regretted what happened and the product of it.
They say that you should forgive people for what they did or said, not for them but for yourself. Well, right now I can't forgive either of you, even though I know what may have happened. I know that you would never cheat on Peter, maybe you did maybe you didn't. Maybe this man forced himself on you at some point, or maybe you cheated. If it was rape, maybe I can someday forgive you for the way you treated me. If it was consensual, then no, I can never forgive you.
Peter, in a way I can understand why you treated me the way you did. If what happened was consensual, I don't know why you can forgive Louis and not me. Why, why couldn't you forgive me for something I had no say in? You may not have been my biological father, but you were my dad. Before I knew that you hated me, I loved and looked up to you, as all daughters should. But you hated me, and I didn't know why. I didn't deserve your hate, I wanted and deserved your love. I wish you had forgiven me like you forgave Louis. You were my dad and all I ever wanted was for my daddy to love and protect me.
Maybe someday I can forgive the both of you, not for you, but for me. Maybe someday I will find out what happened, was it rape or consensual. As of now I cannot forgive either of you for the way you treated me.
I will no longer allow anyone to treat me like I don't matter, like I am nothing. I will no longer allow people to treat me like crap. From now on, I will be treated with respect. They don't have to like me, but they will respect me.
I wish the both of you had given me up for adoption if you didn't want me, then maybe I would have been placed with a family that would have wanted and loved me.
So this is goodbye, don't expect a phone call or a visit in the future.
Meg folded the letter and placed it on top of the album, picked up her suitcase. She took one last look around, then left. Saying goodbye to it all without a look back.
Eight Years later.
Meg was sitting in her leather recliner, reading her favorite novel when her cell phone went off. She didn't recognize the number and thought about hitting ignore, but something told her to accept the call.
"Hello"
"Um, hi, is this Meg Simons, also Meg Griffin?"
She sighed and sat up in her chair. "Yes, how can I help you?" somehow she knew this had to do with her so called family.
"I'm a Private Investigator and I was contracted to find you by a Louis Griffin…"
Meg interrupted him, "please tell me you didn't give them my number or address?"
"Don't worry I didn't do any of that. I told her that I can give you her number and that it would be up to you to get in contact."
Meg relaxed, "You had me worried for a minute there. I don't want them knowing where I live or my number."
"Don't worry like I said, I didn't do that. Mrs. Griffin would like for you to call her, it's about your father."
Meg slouched in her chair, "give me her number and I'll think about calling, I can't promise any more than that."
The Private Investigator gave her the number and promised he wouldn't tell Louis her number or where she lives.
Meg hung up, put her face in her hands, leaned forward and screamed. When she was done screaming she felt better, reached over to her phone and hit speed dial one.
After a few rings a woman picked up. "Hey Meg, I'll be home in twenty minutes."
Meg chuckles. "Hi sweetie, can you stop at the store on your way home and buy a really cheap disposable phone and a card to activate it?" after a few seconds pause, "please?"
Jillian knew Meg, she knew every look every crease of her brow and inflection of her voice. She knew when something was bothering her, when she was hurting. "What's wrong Meg?"
Meg sighed, it seemed like she was doing that a lot today. "I'll tell you everything when you get home." Meg looked over at her computer, she could feel her fingers itching to touch the keys and research her so called family. Researching is what she did best, it's how she was able to get all the information she needed to write bestselling novels. After that phone call she is so glad she decided to use a nom de plume and no pictures on her novels.
She shook her head, no she didn't even want to go there. Last time she went on to Louis's social site there wasn't even one mention of her, no we are sorry, come home or call us and let us know you are alright. Nothing. So she stopped and didn't bother looking again. She had a lot of thinking to do, she wasn't going to make a decision until Jillian came home. She wouldn't make a decision like this without first talking to her wife.
Meg stood up and walked down the hall, opened a door and went in.
Thirty minutes later Jillian walked into the front door and didn't see Meg in the living room, so she went to Meg's office. When she didn't see her there she started to get a suspicion, were Meg was. As she got closer she could hear a thudding coming from the room. The door wasn't closed, and Jillian leaned against the door frame and watched Meg, she was in a pair of shorts and tank top. Jillian watched the tattoos on Meg's arm move as she beat the heavy bag.
Jillian crossed her arms and she started fiddling with her neckless. She bit her bottom lip and her breathing started to get heavier. The first thing that drew her to Meg, was those arms. She could remember the first time she saw her was in the gym, doing the exact same thing she is doing now. She decided right then and there that Meg was going to be hers, no matter what. She shook her head to clear it of the thoughts she was having. She walked up to Meg and pulled the earbuds from her ears. Meg didn't flinched, she just stopped punching the bang and leaned back into Jillian as she wrapped her arms around her. Jillian kissed Meg on the temple. "Want to tell me what is going on?"
Meg nodded and turned in Jillian's arms, then wrapped her arms around her and laid her head on Jillian's shoulder. "Just hold me for right now."
"Of course my love." Jillian held Meg closer to her. She had a feeling what this might be about. Only one thing could make Meg like this, her family. She just held onto Meg for a while.
After a while Meg pulled away, she held her hands out to Jillian, "Help me take the tape off of my hands, then I'll tell you everything." After Jillian removed the tape, she took Meg to the living room and they both sat on the couch. "A private investigator called me today and told me that Louis needs me to call her." Meg looked up at the ceiling, "he said it has something to do with Peter."
Jillian put arm around Meg and pulled her closer, "since you had me buy that phone, I take it you're going to call her."
Meg nodded. "No matter what they did to me, part of me still cares for them." She placed her head on Jillian's shoulder, "and a huge part of me really wants to know what it's all about." Meg started playing with the fabric of Jill's shirt, "but I'm also afraid that it might wind up being some elaborate cruel joke they have been planning all these years."
Jillian nodded, "I don't blame you," she stroked Meg's hair, "I have the phone in my pocket, already activated. Why don't you call Louis and see what she wants."
Meg nodded, "The number I was given is on a pad in my office, I'll go get it." When she came back she sat next to Jill and took the phone, she looked at and then at her wife and held the phone up, "When I said to get a cheap disposable phone, I didn't mean for you to get the most expensive next gen phone."
Jillian shrugged her shoulder and said, "One, I need a new phone, and I really, really want this one and two, I'll change the number when all this is taken care of." She then curled up to Meg and laid her head on her shoulder.
Meg chuckled then dialed the number, her shaking finger hoovered over the send button for a few seconds before pressing it. She pressed speaker and waited for someone to pick up, a part of her was hoping no one would pick up, but someone did.
"Hello?"
"Hello, LOIUS." Meg grated out. "Let's dispense with the niceties and just tell me what is so important that you needed to get in touch with me after all these years."
Louis sighed on the other end of the line, "It's your father, he has cancer and the doctors only give him two weeks to live. He wishes to speak with you before he dies."
Meg decided to be polite. "I will give it some thought and I will text you with my answer of wither or not I will come."
"Thank you honey, I…." Meg hit end before Louise could say more.
Jillian sat up, turned and faced Meg. "I think you should go Meg…" Meg went to say something but Jillian held up and hand to forestall her. "Hear me out, I know how you feel about your family and all, but I think if you don't do this you will wind up regretting it later."
Meg huffed, thought about what she said and nodded, "You're right, I'll go, but if any of them start in on me, I won't hold back."
Jillian stood up, "I'll go online and get two tickets and see about reservations at a nice hotel, if they have any in Quahog." Jill shook her head, "Did they name that city after some giant hog or something?" Then she waved it off, "you know what, I don't want to know." Then she went to the home office to get onto the computer.
Half an hour later Jillian comes back and sits down next to Meg and hands her two receipts, "we have two first class tickets on the new strata jet, tomorrow at seven a.m. We have a two hour layover in New York before we hop on a business jet to Rhode Island. We also have reservations at a Bed and breakfast.
"Are you sure you want to come? I don't really want to expose you to their toxicity." Meg curled into Jillian.
Jillian smiled and pulled Meg closer to herself, "I'm coming because I love you, I want to be there for you and if anyone tries to hurt you, I will make sure they regret it." She kissed the top of Megs head and laid her head on Megs.