Chapter 19: Meg's Journey To The Past
Adrenaline and determination compelled Meg to drive faster as she drove through the streets. Though she did have a lot of power, considering she had taken a shower only and had eaten when she returned to the place she had called home, Meg wasn't going to give up. She knew it was likely that her stunned mother had informed the authorities and that they were going to do anything to get her back; it was something that good parents do whenever their kids are embarking onto her journey. For months, she had wanted to embark and meet her parents, however, she had ignored it and continued to work on her dreams to become as successful as her parents and tried to put up barriers, yet the embarkation to meet her parents had gotten insanely stronger and now Meg was not willing to allow anybody to hold her back.
Meg clutched the steering wheel of her car tightly, ignoring the rain by her current attitude that was a mixture of adrenaline and determination. She had been placing her past behind her for far too long and would have to confront her parents to finally relax and if she was correct about her ruminations of them abusing their other child, Stewie Griffin, Meg had to ensure the boy's safety. Despite never knowing him, the boy would be placed in the same hardships as she had barely remembered being placed in, yet the wounds were always engraved into her thoughts. Had the boy have to face a similar hardship as she had once faced.
As much as it's highly possible, Meg isn't traveling to her birth parents house to rescue her little brother, she had gone for answers and results, results that she had wanted. There is a reason why she had taken her guns that the man that she had called her father for years. While the thought of them trying to take her was a chance, part of her crave at the thought of killing them and ending another bad person.
Coming to a stop at the red light where a blue truck just went across from, Meg had thought about her previous thoughts and realized that she's slowly becoming a vengeful woman. The dragon in her fueled her desire to bring an end to those horrible people that she had the gratitude of never growing up with, or if she did, fate had chosen to retake her path and allowed her to be in a safe home with people that had cared and love her unconditionally. Meg had thought of her dreams where she was abused by those people and had allowed them to drain her life, and it was at that moment, that she had realized fate had saved her but showed her of what her life could have been.
Was it coming to the point that the vengeful dragon inside of her was taking over? Was fate wrong in encouraging her forward and not allowing her to stay with those horrible people? She had realized that, in a way, she had already lived that life, a life that is still possible. Rather fate had been on her side to run into her parents that she had grown up with or she had run away without even thinking was not trapped in the girl's mind for very long.
"So fate has chosen to save me!" Meg growled, almost as if she was yelling at the clouds. "Well, I'm about to do something that will forever shape my destiny! I'm not even sure if I will be able to see my parents again!"
And it was true. If she fails, then her last 13 years' goals and achievements will possibly all for nothing. Whether she was given a second chance without her memories or something odd like that, Meg didn't care; that was only seen in the past movies and shows, however, in terms of life, anything can happen. To be honest, when she had run away so many years ago, the girl didn't think she would have got so far and was on the verge of collapsing and probably waking up in the hospital to her parents, yet when she had woken up in a luxury home, she was able to adjust and would have a happier childhood that she'll never change for anything in the fucking world.
Luckily, the light turned green, allowing Meg to drive because she was growing impatient and was on the verge of driving when the light was red which would have likely caused so many accidents and her getting arrested.
Thankfully, no cop cars were seen as she went to the highway and came to a stop at the right when the person wouldn't drive and seems to be on their phone. Upon the asshole taking minutes of her time, Meg begins beeping her horn, and seeing that they weren't going, Meg went to the left lane and drove by, beeping her horn once again with blinding hatred flashing in her eyes.
"Hurry up, you ass! No one got all day!" Meg yelled viciously, feeling like the world itself was purposely taking up her time as she glared at the damn person in the car, who was previously talking on her phone.
After Meg drove on the highway, trying to not in front of the bikers, who drove on their lane since she knew they were known to be vicious and with her angry mood, the bikers will likely be on the ground sooner than her with her firearm in her arms reach.
Meg drove in her lane, driving as fast as she can while looking out for cars that can potentially cause an accident. Anything can happen now, anything that can change her life. She can die by reckless driving. If she does, she will never find out both her questions and answers. Was there any conflict from within her? Doubt? Any private anxious thoughts? Maybe, but she hadn't turned around. She's going to fulfill her journey and complete her task to confront her parents and put the seeds of the past behind her.
Meg kept her focused on the road, wishing that the road was empty because these cars only continue to slow her down. Fate has been with her for years and now she'll have to rely solely on fate.
Meg had wondered if she would kill her parents out of blind rage; it was unsettling... that she can lose everything she has achieved for the past 13 years... that her fate can either stay the same or change... and Meg wondered if she would be able to constrain herself in front of them. She's going back to basically her abusers and with a gun... when someone brings a gun, that's a bad thing.
Yet she continues to cling on the notion that she's going there with the intention of self-defending herself...
The frustration overwhelmed her and stress and rage took over and compelled her to drive faster, zizzing past any cars and bikes that they probably couldn't completely see it. She was pretty certain that she had just zigged past one highway entrance and had two to three more to go. Smirking darkly, Meg ignored the negative feelings that boiled up and determination to again consumed itself in her heart.
The rain was noticeably increasing, thunder was surrounding her background, causing her to drive faster and dashing pass two cars before driving off of the highway and coming to a stop behind three cars.
Halting behind the cars, Meg had thought about all of her friends and achievements that she had known or accomplish for the past 13 years; so many people she had met, so many trophies and praises, being able to pass each of her class and likely would have gone to a great college...
until now.
Now, Meg had felt broken, hopeless, and tired. For a moment, Meg had thought she was going to magically get gray hair and wrinkles on each side of her face with bruises on her arms and legs. Shaking her head, Meg allowed the anger to flash through her as the light again turned green and the three cars drove, two on the left, and one on the right, allowing Meg to drive towards the left.
As her car edged near Quahog with the sign staring at Meg's windshield, she had flashbacks to her old memories that reminded her of her old life. Her preschool, the students that had continuously mistreated her for no reason, and her family continue to punish her and favoring and comparing her brother, along with her father doing his antics without even thinking that had still made her ashamed of herself at being born under him. With her adoptive parents, she had felt truly at home because they have truly loved her and wouldn't surrender her for the world.
As Meg drove down and was about to enter the town, she had stopped at the bridge that led to the city and turned back around, closing her eyes as she had allowed the memories to strike her memories. Again, memories of her friends and family struck through her, and all of her activates that she had done at the beginning of the war. Trembling, Meg can feel the tears sliding from her eyes.
Forcing herself to push behind those memories, Meg continued to drive, ignoring the tears that were forming in her eyes. Anguish was striking at her and nearly forced her to turn around but Meg ignored the emotions from her ever painful feeling that was the urge.
Meg came to the stop in front of the police station and decided that it would best to gain directions from them, despite how incompetent they might be like the authorities in that fucking school. Deciding that it would not be wise to take her firearm, Meg exited from the car and raised her hood over her head, entering the police building where she had noticed police officers eating donuts, reading magazines that were not too friendly and either had sex or someone getting beaten up and the competent ones answering calls.
Meg sometimes can't believe that competent officers have to work in a place like this but she didn't have time to express her emotions about this right now. Tracking her birthparents is her primary concern.
"Hello," Meg said slowly, walking to the desk where one of the officers was sitting at, 'working', most likely watching some sort of porn on TV.
"What do you want?" The man asked, having brown hair, black eyes, light-skinned, and looks like he had rather be somewhere else, possibly because there's no work to do. It was then when he had looked at her top model clothes that his attitude did a complete 180, realizing that this girl in front of him can buy him if she had wanted to. "I mean, I'm Joe Swanson, how can I help you?"
"Where is the Griffins resident? Tell me and I will pay you 100 dollars." Meg replied honestly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at his new attitude and deciding money is the best way to get answers quicker.
"Oh yeah, prove it," he challenged.
Meg drew out her wallet and taken out two 50s and revealed it towards him, feeling a sense of pride as his jaw basically dropped on the desk, a smirk coming onto her face. Despite her personal ordeal, Meg was able to feel a sense of pride and victory as she had realized that she was tempting him.
"Unless you don't want this then I'll ask another officer," Meg said smugly, knowing that a corrupted officer such as himself would not be able to resist the money.
"On Spooner Street. Here, I will give you one of the maps and you will be able to find their house." Joe declared, leaning over and grabbing one of the maps before pulling a black pin and circling the area with the pin before handing it towards her.
Meg didn't anticipate that part but she had figured he was desperate to make money and wanted to take her cash. The rich people receive better treatment from law enforcement then poor people ever possibly can which makes Meg sicked inside, but she was now focused on her own life and not on others... not now. She had things to do.
"Good job," Meg proclaimed victoriously, taking the map and handing him the two 50s before turning and racing out, leaving the police officer behind and entering her car before driving down, speeding through the streets, realizing that she was very close to her home.
Meg would stop whenever she needed to, but there were not many speed limits so she can drive as fast as needed. Meg would have originally enjoyed driving her car as fast as she can, but all she can do is anxiously drive, however, her instincts remind her the slower that she drives, the slower time will pass. Meg can't handle waiting anymore, knowing that the answers have to come.
Soon, Meg came to a stop outside of her birth parents' residents and sat in the car for a moment before standing up slowly, taking her firearm to insure she will be able to defend herself if they try something, and begins walking to the home door, sighing and closing her eyes, knowing that there's no turning back. She couldn't hide forever and had to face her biggest fears that must be put at rest.
Meg knocked firmly on the door three times and watched anticipatingly as the woman who must be her mother answered the door.
"Hello, Lois Griffin," Meg greeted coldly, trying to hide the venom and darkness from coming from her voice.
"You! You-you assaulted my husband!" She responded nervously.
"Yes, I did, but I didn't come to assault you. If I did, I would have pounded you already, however, I am here to put some answers at rest." Meg removed her glasses and frowned coldly at her. "It's me, your daughter, Meg Griffin."
"MEG!"
Arthur's note: I had to do a cliffy hanger because this is satisfying. XD
