There are times that an inspiration just hits you in the face and all of the sudden you start writing wondering why the hell you're doing this and if anyone would like it. Well I want to thank to reviewers who seem to like it so far and say thanks! So THANKS SethFC and Liana-Wolfe for the reviews! You're so kind! And I would also like to say…the more I right the more graphic I tend to get in the language and sexual nature!

Chapter One

The Cutting Edge was a salon that was mildly expensive compared to some of the other ones around Quahog. However, Meg Griffin was a girl on a mission and decided for the first time in her life that cost did not matter. She decided to change the color and style of her hair. She wanted shorter and spiky hair died black with red highlights. The new look would be easier to manage and stylish as well. The whole ordeal took over an hour and by the time she was done she loved the new look and was starving for some lunch.

She headed home smiling brightly, feeling good about herself for the first time ever. She quickly unloaded all of her new things into her room before any one else noticed what she was doing. Only two people noticed but neither would say a word, they simple smirked to themselves before going back to what they where doing.

She opened up some food she got at Wendy's before coming home and munched slowly before deciding what to do next. 'Lets see; clothing-check, glasses-check, hair-check.' She thought to herself for a moment. There was a lot on her mind today she had been gone almost all day and no one had noticed her missing, she wondered why she hadn't run away when she was younger, the thought had crossed her mind several billion times growing up. 'Well Meg, its probably because of the mental, emotional and physical abuse you have had to endure over the years living in this psych ward.' She growled softly realizing that even though she had wanted to get away she had stopped herself, having no where's to go, no money and no one that would help her was some of the main reasons she had endured her own personal hell. It had turned her into an almost cold and unemotional woman at times. She had learned to deal a blind eye to her family.

The only person she actually got along with on some what normal bases was their freakishly talking dog Brian. Even then she had almost screwed it all up when she had snapped and freaked him out. Yes, there had been times when even she questioned her own sanity.

She finished her meal and soon started putting away her new things carefully. She also took a look at her current wardrobe and decided a few things needed to go and change. 'No more listening to lard-o and his bitch!' she thought spitefully. She threw out all of the hats she owned except a black baseball type hat that had a skull and cross bones in silver and glitter across it. It was a gift from one of her friends.

She snickered at the thought of wearing it with some of her new clothes at school and in front of everyone. Having a curvy body was definitely a good thing considering her mothers less then curvy figure, she smirked with satisfaction at the though of having a lot of things her mother doesn't have. She had a nice figure though chubby was nothing to snub at, she had brains more then her own mother and father that was for certain, she had her grandparents money savvy and financial brains for that she was very grateful for, and while she may not be the prettiest thing in the world she did have her own way of looking and it made her happy to know that she was her own person.

With a sigh she continued going through the clothes, scoffing in disgust of the slutty clothes her mother and father had bought her over the years. She kept only a few nice blouses and considered burning the rest. Next she through out all the ugly shoes and jewelry she had accumulated and tossed it out as well. She grabbed the bulging trash bag and jotted out of her room downstairs putting it at the curb with the other garbage. Once in her room again she closed and locked her door happy that she had the ingenuity to install a lock on it a few weeks ago, her brothers where surprisingly perverted. She set up her emergency glasses in her top dresser, the contacts on top of it and her new glasses on her face. The new glasses fit her face in a lovely way; it made her look unique and more sophisticated. Her old glasses where put inside a case and put on her bookshelf on her left wall. Satisfied she took a new locked box she had gotten and stored her diary in there, putting a decoy in her hiding place. Now they couldn't invade her private thoughts. Once her room was settled again and things back into new or proper places Meg settled on her bed and turned on a movie to help her relax, ignoring the shouting from downstairs.

*Griffin Family room*

"I'm telling you I haven't seen Meg all day! It feels like a vacation." Peter said snickering. Lois smiled at her husband while one of the other occupants of the room simply glared at them all.

'How dare they talk about Meg that way?! Why do they do this to her?' the occupant thought he continued ignoring the others and went back to what he had been thinking about before the idiot squad started talking.

Chris chuckled before he nodded. "Maybe the evil monkey in my closet and Meg are dating!" Making his parents laugh again. "It's the only date she could get, poor girl." stated Lois. There was a growl but it was ignored. A knife flew by Lois's head; she had bent forward to pick up something from the floor missing the deadly weapon by mere inches. An enraged scream tore through room before Stewie was swept up and cuddled by his target. Brian smirked at Stewie as he was the only one, again, to witness the event that had happened.

Stewie glared back before giving up in his struggle and letting the bloody woman snuggle him, hating every second of it all. He continued plotting his revenge against the damnable dog and his wretched mother.

*Upstairs*

Meg sighed as the movie ended. It had been a romance movie and it made her sigh wearily as she though about the chance that she would end up alone for the rest of her life. She changed into some bed clothes and turned in for the night. She laid in her darkened room staring at the blurry ceiling wondering why no one but Neil actually cared about her more then a friend. She had fallen in love and had the chance at being loved a few times but in the end her parents had ruined it all for her, she hadn't been surprised and she hadn't raised her hopes since then. Quagmire would probably start hitting on her with her 18th birthday so close. She shuddered at the thought; the man was a walking disease. Tired she rolled over and went to sleep, with dreams of someone, anyone loving her, her goals for her future and her hopes of changing her life to her benefit.

That night as the starts twinkled above the town of Quahog two people where thinking about Meg Griffin. One was someone who had only known her for a few years and only hoped to apologize for what he had done to her in that time. The other was a young man that had secretly loved Meg Griffin for a long time. He had watched her come and go, be put down and emotionally abused. He had watched for some time and had been to shy to speak up, he hardly ever spoke up but he had finally decided that it was time for him to go after the mysterious and in his opinion gorgeous girl he had crushed on ever since he had first seen her.