AN: Hey everybody! Look its a new chapter, aren't you excited? So, since Eclipse comes out today I figured I would update. It didn't take me too long to write this one, probably cause I really like this chapter and have been wanting to write it since I came up with my plot for this story, cause this really is a chapter that changes a lot. I did something different with this chapter, I added some song lyrics at the beginning, I normally won't do that but I thought that this song really fit this chapter. Also thank you to everyone who read and reviewed last chapter, it always means a lot to me.

CH-21: Get Out

And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't stand another fight
And nothing's alright
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Nothing's gonna change the things that you said
Nothing's gonna make this right again
Please don't turn your back
I can't believe it's hard
Just to talk to you
But you don't understand

-Perfect by Simple Plan

I was shocked, my body stilled on the couch, the only move I could make was to reach beside me, grab the remote, and turn off the TV. I couldn't make myself say or do anything else. The person walked farther into the house and didn't notice me. The person walked into the kitchen grabbed a glass and filled it with water, before walking back out and stopping fast in there tracks. The person had finally noticed me. The person had their back to the kitchen and was facing me. I had turned around on the couch, my back to the TV facing the person as well. The person reached behind them and sat the glass of water on the counter, without taking their eyes off me.

"Who are you?" She asked, yes it was a women; she looked to be in her middle to late 20's. She had pale skin and light brown hair that was neatly pinned up in a bun on the back of her head.

"What?" I couldn't think of anything else to say, I mean she walks into my house and then asks who I am, I mean really? What the hell!

"Who. Are. You?" she punctuated each word, letting me hear her clearly, but sounding like she was talking to a small child.

"Who am I?" I repeated, pointing at myself, totally confused.

"Yeah," she answered

"Meg," was all I said

"Okay," she was eyeing me, it made me nervous. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here." I told her, she looked at me calculatingly.

"You do?" She double checked.

"Uh, yeah," I answered, and then thought, why am I answering her questions? She could be a robber or a murderer, shouldn't I be asking the questions in this situation?

"I'm having his baby!" She blurted out; I was more confused than before.

"Congratulations?" It came out sounding like a question, but how else was I supposed to respond to that. I looked at her calculatingly from head to toe, finally noticing her swollen stomach, she didn't look that far along, but far enough that she had a noticeable bump. She was wearing fancy black pants and a nice white top. Her hands were hovering over her stomach as her fingers played nervously with a set of keys.

My eyes zeroed in on the keys, they looked familiar. I got up off the couch and slowly walked toward her, she stayed still, but her breathing sounded a little labored. Once I was close enough I reached out and grabbed the keys, she let them go willingly, letting her arms drop to her sides. I looked down at them in my hands and was surprised beyond belief when I figured out where I've seen them before.

I glanced between the keys and the pregnant lady standing before me, finally understanding some things. I stared down at the keys for minute, my gaze planted firmly on a small key chain that was attached to them. The key chain was a large gold, L attached to a T. Lily Taylor, that's what it stood for. My mother's initials, on my father's key. My dad never let any body use his keys, he said once that they were the key's to his life, laughing at his lame joke, he never even let me touch them much less use them. A single tear fell and landed precisely on the gold letters. I wiped my face hurriedly, before I composed myself.

"Kyle Taylor," I said, looked back at the women before me.

"That's what you meant before." I continued, shaking my head. "You're having his baby." The women didn't say anything just looked at me like I was insane.

"I'm right aren't I?" I asked, needed to know that I was, but hoping that I was wrong.

"Yeah, it's his baby." She told me, nodding her head. I laughed shakily, thinking that all those idea's I came up with yesterday about where my dad was, that this option, this reality, was not one of those thoughts, not even close.

"Where's he now?" I asked, truly curious.

"On his way here." She made it sound like a threat, and it just might have been.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" I asked, nodding toward her stomach. She looked down and placed her hands on her stomach rubbing it gently, smiling softly.

"We're letting it be a surprise." She told me, sounding genuinely excited and happy but, emphasizing the 'we' so I didn't miss the plural usage. I chuckled darkly.

"Yeah? And what do you want?" I asked

"Either is fine with me."

"What about Kyle?" I asked, calling my dad by his first name.

"He says that as long as it's healthy he doesn't care." She was still smiling down at her stomach, but looked up at me, like she forgot it was me standing her asking her these questions.

"You better pray to god that it's a boy." I told her icily. Her eyes widened at me and her hands on her stomach stopped, I noticed then that she had a ring on her finger, on her left hand.

"Are you and Kyle married?" I asked, my voice shaking a little.

"Engaged." She answered cautiously like she had earlier. I nodded not knowing what to say. We were both silent for a while, I was too busy trying to get my head wrapped around all this new information, that I almost didn't hear her ask a question.

"What?" I said

"Who are you?" She asked. I had been fiddling with the keys in my hand, so when she asked her question and I realized that she honestly didn't know who I was, they fell out of my hands, falling on the hard wood floor, with a clatter.

"He didn't tell her," I whispered to myself, "He didn't tell her anything, that bastard." I was shaking my head not believing it. Does he hate me that much? I wondered, am I that much of a disappointment? I looked at the women's stomach again, knowing that in there was my future little brother or sister. I hope you have a better life, I thought wishing that some how the little baby in there could hear me, that your father actually loves you.

"Are you going to answer me?" she asked timidly, probably thinking I'm some insane person talking to myself.

"Yeah, I'll tell you who I am." I told her, she looked at me expectantly. "You might want to sit down" I said, She shook her head.

"It would be better for the baby." I tried, She already looked like she was hurting just by standing there, shifting her weight, trying to get more comfortable.

The lady eyed me carefully and nodded. I expected her to go and sit on the couch, but she walked into the kitchen, brought a chair from the table back with her, putting it right where she had been standing before and sitting down on it, sighing as she did so. I nodded at her, because even though I didn't necessarily like her or my father, the baby she was carrying was my sibling and when I told her who I was I didn't want her to faint and fall down or something. She looked like she was preparing for the worse, but some how I doubt the truth would be what she expected.

"I'm his daughter." I told her, just coming right out and saying it, not beating around the bush. She blinked a couple of times looking thoroughly confused.

"Whose daughter?" she asked, her face told me that she knew who I was talking about, but wanted to hear me say it just to be sure, just like I had done to her when I realized who she was.

"Kyle Taylor's." I said, using his full name, so she would know that it's not some other Kyle, I was talking about.

"Does he know about you?" she questioned softly.

"I would hope so." I said, "I've been living here for seventeen years, and I don't think he's that oblivious." I was starting to get angry at this situation now, actually it was more at my father than the situation it's self. The women looked shocked, completely and utterly shocked, I bet she was feeling the same way as me right about now.

"You said your names Meg right?" she wondered, smiling softly at me, not as hostile as before.

"Yeah," I nodded once.

"Is that short for something, Margret perhaps?"

"Uh, Megan actually,"

"That makes sense, you know, when I walked in and saw you; I thought you were either a burglar or his ex-wife." Her eyes looked far off; I put my hands on the back of the couch and leaned against it.

"Ex-wife?" I asked confused

"Yeah, he told me he was married once before." She explained "he didn't do into detail but I figured they got divorced. How old are you?"

"17 but I'll be 18 in October." I said automatically.

"I did think you looked a little too young to have been married to him,"

"Yeah." I agreed, wondering how old this woman thought I was.

"Where's your mother?"

"She died when I was three." My voice was emotionless, just like it always is when I talk about her dying; let's just say it's a sore subject.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." She muttered, shifting in her seat.

"I know, its okay." I said softly, gazing around the room, feeling the awkwardness in the air between us. I was thinking about what to say next when the front door opened again; I could only guess who it was.

My dad walked in the door, his head was down looking at some electronical thing, he presses some button then put it in his pocket, just as he walked farther into the house, and sees me standing by the back of the couch right across from the women who is apparently his fiancé. Both me and the women were looking at him, he smiled when he saw the women, but looked confused when he saw me, then something must have dawned on him because a second later he was glaring at me.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, walking more into the house and over to the women, his gaze never wavering from me.

"Well hello to you too dad," I rolled my eyes, I was used to this kind of behavior, never really being acknowledged by him, unless there was something he wanted to insult me about.

"You shouldn't be here." He stated, walking three more steps and standing next to the women, resting his hand on her shoulder, she was looking up at him and I could see the complete adoration in her eyes, I think I was about to be sick.

"And why not?" I scoffed

"You're supposed to be gone another week, why are you here?" He asked his tone of voice hardening.

"Because I live here," I shrugged, his jaw hardened and locked, his eyes shooting daggers at me. He hated it when I was sarcastic, which might be the reason I am.

"Cindy," he said, removing his gaze from me and looking at the women in the chair at his side.

"Did you find the list I told you about?" he continued

"Uh, no I got distracted." The women said, or Cindy, now that I knew her name I could quite calling her the women, but hey it's not like I bothered asking her what her name was in the first place.

"It's in my bedroom, would you be a dear and go get it?" he asked, rather nicely too, not even sounding conceded in the least.

"Ok," Cindy sounded confused, but none the less did as he asked, getting off the chair and walking down the hall.

When she was out of sight Dad's turned to look at me and the soft, caring face he used with Cindy was gone and the hard, mean look was back, and staring straight at me. His posture stiffened and he crossed his arms over his chest. I stopped leaning on the back of the couch and matched his stance, knowing he was just doing it to be intimidating. I knew how he operated. We we're both quite, the only noise was of Cindy shuffling around in the bedroom. She came out a moment later looking very triumphant, but once she noticed how we were looking at one another her smile slipped from her face. She went back to my dad's side and placed a hand on his arm. His eyes shifted to her for just a moment before they were back on me.

"Honey, do you mind waiting in the car for me? I need to talk to Meg in private," He sounded all sweet and parenty, but we both knew that the second she left that would all change.

"You're car or mine?" She asked

"Mine, I can drop you off at work and I'll pick you up after, we can come back and get your car tomorrow," He told her

"I work as a waitress at that fancy Italian restaurant, over by the mall," she explained to me, like I really wanted to know or even cared. I nodded at her to let her know I was listening, but I kept quite still.

"Ok then," Cindy said, her eyes shifting from my father to me a couple of times before she turned and walked out the door. Neither my father nor I said anything until we heard the front door close and then the sound of a car door opening and shutting. Then the man before me started in.

"What the hell, do you think you're doing here Megan?" he all but shouted at me, his face already starting to get red with anger.

"Well like I told you before, I live here," I stated calmly.

"You're not supposed to be back for another damned week, why are you early?"

"Well if you would ever answer you're phone than you would know the answer to that." I said. I don't know how he did it, but somehow he was able to glare at me even more than before. He reached inside his jacket pocket and took out a little blackberry cell phone, which is what he must have been looking at when he came into the house. The only problem with phone was that it was not the phone that I remember my dad having.

"What happened to your old phone?" I asked, he glanced from the phone to me, then put it back in his pocket, then left the room and walked down the hall, coming back a second later with the cell phone that I remembered him having. It was an old, pay as you go phone, it didn't even flip open or slid up or anything, yes it was that old.

"Nothing happened to it." He said smugly.

"But no, we couldn't give our only daughter a number to the new phone now could we?" I asked rhetorically. He again glared.

"Because," I continued, "that would just be bad right? Your daughter, actually having the number to a phone where she could actually reach you at? A phone that you didn't keep in your room when you haven't been home for weeks. Because that would just be crazy!" I finished my rant, feeling severely pissed off.

"Shut that big ass mouth of yours Megan!" he shouted. Putting the old phone up to his ear and listening to the messages, all most likely from Jay or myself.

"You shouldn't have driven back early," he told me.

"And why not?"

"I wasn't expecting to see your ugly face yet."

"Are you sure that's it, or did you not want me to meet your pregnant fiancé, who, I might add, knows nothing about me." I was yelling now too.

"This has nothing to do with her!"

"Yeah? Really? So you're not hoping to get a second chance with her? Maybe she'll have a boy, the son you always wanted. But oh wait, let's just conveniently forget to mention your daughter from another marriage."

"A daughter I never wanted." He yelled, looking like he expected me to burst into tears the second he said that.

"Like that's a surprise to me." I rolled my eyes, "but hey," I continued on brightly sarcasm in full force now. "Maybe Candy will have to son you always wanted."

"Hopefully!" he said, "and I'll tell you something, he won't be as big of a disappointment as you." He sneered; I noticed how he didn't bother to correct me on Cindy's name, when I had called her Candy.

"And if it's a girl? What then? You gonna treat her as badly as you treat me? Oh, no, wait," I held up my hand in a wait gesture acting like I had the best idea ever, but really is wasn't

"You would leave Cindy wouldn't you? Leave her if she had a girl, that's what you would do, and we both know it, too bad Cindy doesn't."

"I wouldn't leave her!" the words didn't even sound convincing coming out of his mouth.

"Right," I snorted.

"I didn't leave your mother," he told me,

"But you would have if you could right? There was just something stopping you, wasn't there? And let me take a guess, once you finally we're going to, she died huh? And left you with a little girl you never even wanted." My voice was cold and sharp, the only emotion in it was anger.

"Don't you dare talk about you're mother, you ungrateful little bitch." He yelled, finger pointing at me, like he wished it were a knife.

"Yeah and why not, why is my mother such a taboo around this house?" I asked.

"Because you don't need to know one thing about her, she left me with you, and its all her fault," I was getting angry at my dad, I hated people talking about my mom, especially when it was bad things, like my dad was saying now, except the bad thing this time, was me.

"Yeah, like it's her fault she died." I said, my hand instinctively coming up to my neck to rest on my necklace. My dad saw this movement, and it froze him. I realized what I had done and moved my hand, so it rested at my side again.

"What's that?" his voice was deadly calm, it scared me more than his yelling.

"Just a necklace, nothing special." I told him, knowing it was a lie, and hating to have to say it. He didn't believe a word I said and came charging at me. I shrieked a little and tried to step back but, the couch was behind me and I had no where to go. He grabbed the necklace with in hand and yanked, despite my protests and attempts to get his hand of my necklace, he was strong and there was no fighting him. He took a step back after he pulled it from my neck, holding it up to his face with one hand and examining it.

"This has a P on it." he stated, breathing a small sigh, it almost looked like he was relieved. He must have thought that it was the M necklace, it was the same design after all.

"Yes," I agreed

"What does it stand for?" he demanded to know

"Nothing." I hurried out "it's just a letter."

"A boy gave this to you didn't he?"

"No!" I yelled,

"You're lying."

"I'm not!" And I wasn't, Paul didn't actually give it to me, Kim, Leah, Emily, and Claire did, it just so happened to stand for Paul's name.

"You're fucking this boy aren't you, you little slut, and I bet you think you're in love am I right?" His voice sounded concede now.

"I'm not fucking him." I defended

"So you think you're in love? How sweet." He was mocking me now.

"I don't know."

"You don't know what?"

"If I'm in love."

"Well I'll tell you right now your not." My dad said, "Love doesn't exist."

"Yes it does." I knew it did, I felt it in my heart, love exists, even if he thinks other wise.

"And what would you know of love Megan?" He asked snidely

"Enough to know when it's real. Like your love for me, its not, I don't even think you have any…"

"You got one thing right." He interrupted me.

"Your love for Cindy is most likely fake too, and I wouldn't even be surprised if you never even loved my mom." I was being very bold and I knew that, but for some reason I felt courageous right now. Dad looked angrier than I had ever seen him, once he heard my words.

"That is it!" he yelled through clenched teeth, I jumped from the shear volume of his voice echoing through the house. He stepped closer to me, getting right up in my face, my eyes got wide and I actually felt scared of him for the first time, my courage from before slipping from me completely.

"You ungrateful little bitch, I am sick and tired of you; I never even wanted you and your sorry ass around here. You have two hours to pack up all your shit and get the fuck out of my house and my life. And never, ever talk about your mother!" My dad took a step back, letting this information sink in for a minute before he turned and walked away, throwing the necklace on the ground as he did so.

I didn't move from my position of my back being pressed tightly against the couch, until I heard my dad's car start and pull out of the driveway. And you know what the first thing I did once I was positive he left? I ran. Straight to my room, flinging open draws and closets, grabbing handfuls of clothes and stuffing them in my suitcase, which I had never unpacked. I grabbed my other large suitcase from under my bed, so I could put in the rest of my stuff. It took me maybe forty-five minutes tops to get everything I owned here into my suitcases.

I raced out the door shoving my suitcases and bags into the Jeep, I only ran back inside to put on my flip-flops, grab my All You Need Is Love bag. And was out the door again, I shut the front door behind me then ran to the driver's side of my car, putting my bag in the passenger seat and starting the jeep. I was about to leave when I remembered something important was still in the house, I hopped out of the jeep, leaving it running, and back into the house, I had not locked the front door so I didn't need my keys to open it, I flung open the door and walked right to were I needed to be.

My eyes traveled the floor, looking for the object of my desire. I found it right in the middle of the walk way. I walked over and crouched down, the necklace looked fine and other than the broken chain, it seemed to be in perfect condition. I picked it up gently, planning to put it in my pocket, but remembered that I was still in my pajamas, and I had no plans of changing, I was ready to leave this place and as fast as I could. I clutched the necklace in one hand as I ran out the door of my home in Monterey, California for the last time slamming the door shut behind me. Climbing into the jeep, I put the necklace in one of the small pockets in my purse, and then was speeding off down the road.

*_ _ _ _V_ _ _ _*

Hours later when I was at a gas station filling up my jeep and getting a cup of coffee, the reality of the situation hit me. My dad told me to leave and he's having a kid with some women I don't know. And the funny thing about this is that I should be feeling sad, betrayed, and abandoned and I am, but it's just masked by the sheer determination of getting back to La Push. All those bad feelings involving my dad are just at the back of my mind, distant and small.

When I hopped in my jeep and drove away, there was no doubt in my mind of where I would go. La Push, it was the one place I've been wanting to go back to since I left it, only four days or so prior. And the main reason is Paul. Yes, I have family and a bunch of friends that live in La Push too, but the only thing that is really driving me to get back there is the promise of being with Paul again, it's like he's constantly on my mind. I never imagined that I would miss him this much. I want to be whole again, I want to feel safe and loved again and most importantly I want to be with Paul again, and never have to leave.

The first day I drove back to La Push, I drove a lot, I would stop at rest stops and take naps then get some coffee and continue driving. I got some text from Jay and Paul, I even got one from Kim, but I wrote them all back the same thing that I was busy and would talk to them later. Knowing that with every minute I drove I was getting closer to La Push and Paul, I refused to get sucked into conversations when I could talk to them all once I got there.

Since I was taking naps on and off all day, I didn't stop once it got dark. I just kept driving until I was too tired then I napped again. I had left the cooler at the house in Monterey so when, I was at gas stations or rest stops I loaded up on food and drinks, mostly stuff that did not need to be kept cold, I also stopped at some fast food places. The days I spent driving started to bleed together, with my wacked out sleeping patterns, and determination to get back to La Push as soon as possible. I hadn't even taken the time to change since I left, which left me in my pajamas.

When I started getting closer to La Push, passing places I remember, I started getting excited and restless, wanting to go faster and get there sooner, the only thing that kept me going the speed limit was knowing that if I got pulled over than it would just take me longer. Going passed the 'welcome to La Push' sign almost pushed me over the edge with the amount of relief I felt, knowing I was here and so much closer to Paul than I had been in days. I didn't bother to stop at Jay's house or call him or anyone, I just drove straight to Paul's house, needing to see him and be with him, it was like I was addicted, like I needed him so bad I couldn't live without him, and with him in close proximity and still not being able to see him or touch him was driving me crazy. I drove down Paul's street and found his house, there were no cars in the driveway so I parked my jeep there.

I unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car as quick as I possibly could, I slammed my car door behind me, not caring if anyone was sleeping, even though it wasn't that late, only a little passed nine o'clock at night, I didn't even bother to think if Paul and his family would mind me just showing up, I need to see Paul and now. I ran up to the front door and rang the door bell, after a minute and no answer I knocked, well it was more of a constant banging on the door, until it was thrown open, banging into the wall behind it. And then there stood Paul. I almost burst into happy tears right then, I have no words to explain the amount of pure relief, happiness, and joy that I had once I saw him.

"What do you…?" Paul's sentenced was ended abruptly when he saw me.

I looked at him then, he was still tall and huge and utterly gorgeous, but he also looked like complete shit. His beautiful dark brown eyes that I love so much looked emotionless and dead, his hair was stuck up in every which way like he either dragged his hands through it in frustration or just woke up, but considering the bags he had under his eyes from lack of sleep I figured it wasn't the latter. Paul's face just looked sad and defeated. It took me only a few seconds to take all this in.

"Paul." I whispered, it was the only thing I could think to say.

"Meg." Paul said his voice as soft as mine. I needed him then and before I could stop and think I launched myself at him, throwing my arms around his waist and burying my face in his chest, holding on to him as tight as I could. The second I touched him Paul's arms were around me and pulling me tighter against him. His arms were like a vice around me, but I didn't care, Paul was here, I was here and that was all that mattered.

AN: So what did you think? I told you Meg had to leave for a reason. I hope you all liked that, I loved writing it for some reason, maybe cause it made Meg go back to La Push or maybe cause it just showed you how her dad really is, I don't know but for whatever reason I wrote this chapter really fast and it might be one of my favorite chapters. A couple people reviewed last chapter guessing that the surprise visitor was either Meg's dad or Paul, I bet none of you expected who it actually. How did you like the song lyrics at the beginning? Do you think that it fit this chapter? I kind of thought it kind of expressed Meg's relationship with her dad or kind of like her thoughts of how she can't be good enough for her dad to like her or even love her. So, I found out that this story is now on two more community's or C2's depending on what you want to call them. Imprint Stories and When Gravity Moves..., are the new ones and this story is also on The Imprinted and Twilight OC's which I mentioned in an authors note from and earlier chapter. Like always Meg's outfits are on my profile, but her outfit this chapter is the same one from the end of last chapter. Eclipse comes out today, has anyone seen it? I won't get to see it until either mid-July or early August, so if anyone has seen it tell me please! I need details! Thank you all for reading this chapter and I hope you like it as much as I did. :D

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