Meg Different Life

Chapter 2 - Meg Talks

Morning came by fast and Meg Griffin opened her eyes and grabbed her glasses that were resting by a clean desk. Meg had expected to wake up in her abusive household where her father and mother would storm through and demand for her to get up, but surprisingly no one had stormed through.

Infact everything looked different. There's a plain room for her that weren't messy or off for her.

At that moment, it hit her. Last night, she ran away from home because she was too tired of everyone abusing her and ran into the night and ran into two lovely people who had actually seemed to care to take her home.

A soft knock on her door was heard. "Hey, kid, you up?" A familiar male voice called through the door.

Meg blinked for a second and adjusted her glasses properly and sat up against the bed. "Yes," she called back.

"The people from the government is here," the man informed her.

Meg was worried for an second. What if they ignored her? What if they don't care? What if they force her back home to her ice cold parents who will kill her just for running away and play the victim card with the arthurites? Than Meg remember she had bruises that will help her in her case. Standing up bravely, she saw the man staring at her with a soft faint smile before giving him a nod and headed downstairs and ran into men with blue professional suits, with one having black shirts and black jeans with brown hair.

"Kid, this is my old friend, Ryan," the man said. "He handle cases like this like all the time and would help you into getting a good life."

The man went down to her level with the woman behind keeping her close. "Hello, darling," the man said sweetly. "They have already told us about what the Griffins did to you. We have profiled you already and forms will be arriving to us about adoptions for you so you can get away. Also, your parents will have some explaining to do. But I need to take pictures of your bruises so I can take this to court and make the Griffins lost their parental rights of you and a government inspection."

Meg was smart for her age and can surpassed many kids of her age at terms of reading. That is why kids call her nerd even at this age and 'teacher pet' because she always knew the answers of many questions. That is why she's the subject of bullying at both her home and school.

"Thanks," she states cheerfully yet tearfully. "But what is going to happen to me?"

"You are too be taken to the adoption center until parents adobt you," the man informed her.

Nervously, Meg turned to the two who have saved her. "Thank you," she said bowing her head. "I would miss you two and think about everything you two did for me everyday of my life."

"Infact, Meg," the woman said softly, coming up. "Me and my husband have been wanting a child for an while because we have experienced an miscarriage not so long ago." Meg noticed her eyes starting to become tearful. "How would you feel if we take you in?"

Meg opened her mouth in an large gap. "You two take me in," Meg said surprised as the events were crashing down on her shoulders for all the young girl can take.

"What you think, Jake?" The woman asked, turning to her husband. "She is an abused child and is already used to us. Also, she seems to be sweet but has the potential to carry out an high college potential and can be shaped into a fighter. She does seem smart and does seem to take risks because she went away from an abusive household."

The man nodded with agreement and went beside his wife and the young girl. "Where are the adaptations papers?" The man known as Jake asked. "I will pay however much money. You can give our house inspections but we want her as a child."

"Okay," the other man said. "Since I already know your house, I just got to file it. It would also take a while for you to be certain. We have to see how you two treat Meg and if she has all the materials. Once we are certain, you can fully have her. I do believe you two will find parents because seeing the way you two treat your niece, old friend. Maybe you can teach her some self-defense skills seeing that you are currently in an boxing career."

"Tesla, go get her something to eat," the man declared, turning to his wife. "I would need to handle these papers."

"Okay, honey, come with me," the woman said. She leaded Meg out who watched with a smile. This woman treated her like an actual human-being more than even her own mother ever had. "So what do you want? I can bound you up some bacon, cereal, or pancakes."

Meg seemed to be trapped in confusion, what should she eat today? Yesterday, she had been in the Griffin's custody being abused and bullied. Now she actually had choices and this woman doesn't seem let up and wanting to lash out at her. By the girl's silence, the woman secretly wondered how bad Meg birthmother was because no child should ever have to be afraid of making a choice.

"Meg," she said comfortably, getting to her level. "You don't have to be afraid of making an choice here. You can have whatever on the table. Food is for someone to eat. I'm an good cook on TV and racecar driver."

Meg gaped at that. No wonder this woman seems to have an very interesting lifestyle by her facial appearance. Whereas her birthmother clearly like to flirt with the young and should be in jail anyway, this woman looks like she can easily pounded Lois and doesn't seemed to be like a cheater. She is both an racecar driver and cook. That must be hard for her because it's hard to be a house mother and cook and racecar driver. No wonder she seems like a model. To be short, Meg can tell she is electric person.

"Bacon," Meg said.

"Okay," the woman replied, walking over to the refrigerator and opening it and pulling out a package that says 'bacon' on top. Meg watched as she put it into a flying pan and begin frying it. Meg can hear her hum as she took an seat nervously. Meg never had to experience this lifestyle. During midnight she was walking on the street alone, than she got in a car with strangers and they gladly invited her to their house.

Meg turned and notice some metals on the wall. "Woah," she said with awe, standing up and pushing the chair in politely before walking up and staring at the metals.

"Nice, are they?" A voice said from behind. Meg turned and saw the kind woman staring at her. "Yeah, they're awards by me and my husband who is a very good boxer."

"May I ask how did you two meet?" Meg insisted.

"We met when I was practicing to being an race-car driver in college and him a boxer and football player," the woman responded. "Unlike many men who would try to take advantage of you, he easily accepted me as a good person inside and out. Before he came alone, I had wanted to live a single life because like you I had came out of an abusive household but unlike you I'd to face 18 years of that. My mom's boyfriend always abused me sexually, physically, and verbally and she didn't do anything about it. When Jake found out, he was furious and got his friends and stormed to his house and jumped him. That man is still with my mother but we don't go around."

Just then, beeping sounds were heard from behind. "Oh, look like your bacons are finish," the woman announced, turning around and walking back to the kitchen side. Meg taken this as to get back in her seat. The woman soon served her the food which made her seemed shock. The food didn't actually seemed disgusting or made of plastic like the ones she had faced at her home. This seemed to be real fried food which gave a delightful smell to her nose.

"Thanks," she said smiling. "For doing this. You didn't had to."

"Of course we did," the woman seemed shock. "You are an abused child who deserve much more. Your parents may have mistreated you. But Meg, looks don't matter. You are beautiful both inside and out. Your parents are fools, they should've been glad they had you. But you are safe from them and is in an peaceful household."

Meg begin eating. The food was splendid! It tasted more good than it even smelled. She felt like she was in the brightest of heaven. She never had this feeling before even at the 'perfect' restaurants at Rhode Island. Meg shallowed as she continues eating.

"Hey, Meg," an unfamiliar voice said. Meg turned and saw the man staring at her with those kind brown eyes. "You have an choice; do you want to keep your last name or adopt our name?"

"Bowman," the man informed her.

"Meg Bowman," Meg whispered underneath her breath. She tested the name a few times before it grew much more better than Griffin. She thought about it and it was much more better than Meg Griffin. She had hated to be called Peter and Lois child and only and eldest daughter. "I decide to take your name, because I don't my legacy carrying the name Griffin, all those people care about was themselves. Well, they can have Chris because he's there favorite child anyway."

"Excellent," the woman said. "We can change your first name as well." She smiles, patting her on the head.

"I don't think I want to change my name," Meg confessed. "I'm already use to Meg so I'll keep this name. But change my last name because Griffins are horrible people who choose the life of beer or one child over another whom I don't want to follow and lighten."

"Very well," the man nodded. "I am tempted to find your parents and punch your father in the face for no true man would ever hurt their child, regardless of their gender. I feel horrible for all of the abused children out there. Anyway, I'm going to be out all day and return at the middle of the night because I have to go to the adoption center and finished those files. Than I'll go to the boxing center because a long fight is tonight."

"See you honey," the woman said, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him on the lips. Meg, being as young as she was did not want to see this, turned away from the two in disgust. Part of her is proud and extremely happy because atleast unlike her parents, they seemed to truly love each other and is good people. Meg had an feeling she would like these two.