"Okay. Here's your water. Drink it slowly," Bo said, holding a cup to his sister's lips as she drank deeply. She pushed the cup away feebly and sank back into the pillows tiredly. Bo pulled her quilt up to her chin and gently pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes.
"Bo, what's going to happen to Mark?" Megan asked after a few minutes.
"Try not to think about that, little sister. Mark is probably going to go to prison, but he's not worth all this worry," Bo said, trying to keep his voice steady.
"I don't want to, but every time I close my eyes, or sleep, I keep seeing him burying me alive," Megan said, her voice breaking as she burst into tears.
Bo picked her up and settled her on his lap, rubbing her back and hair gently. It was moments like this that he was able to forget that his sister was eighteen. She seemed like a scared five-year-old when she cried like this. She grabbed thick handfuls of his yellow shirt and buried her face in Bo's shoulder as he spoke comforting words in her ear.
"It's all right, baby sister. It's all right. Just let it out," Bo said, feeling her tears fall on his neck.
Megan looked up at him, the tears streaking across her face. "It is?" Megan asked. Bo wiped her face gently with his thumbs and kissed her forehead gently before hugging her tightly.
"You're scared. You didn't ask him to do that to you. Not any more than those three other girls asked him to rape them. It was beyond your control. I'm just glad Mark didn't rape you," Bo said, the relief evident in his voice.
"I don't know why he didn't. I was out cold before he buried me and too drugged to hardly move when he did wake me up. He could have," Megan said.
"True. You were unable to fight him. He could have raped you and you wouldn't have been able to do anything. Maybe he just decided to wait until he left Hazzard and you agreed to go with him," Bo said, rubbing her face gently with his hand.
Megan nodded her head sleepily. "Whatever the reason, I'm glad he didn't," Megan said, closing her eyes. Bo realized his sister was falling asleep again. He put her back in her bed and covered her with her quilt as he kissed her forehead gently. Soon her soft breathing filled the room, indicating she was sound asleep.
The next few days seemed to go by rather quickly. Megan was able to be out of bed, and help out with the house chores and help
the women cook, too. Doing things kept her mind off of Mark and what had happened.
Megan wanted to forget her terrible ordeal had even happened and move on with her life. Life just wasn't as good if you kept
remembering the bad things. She helped set the dinner table, then went outside on the porch to join the others. She sat in the
porch swing lost in her own thoughts and decided to read a book. Brian was outside talking to Bo and Luke and hanging out with them.
Megan looked at them glad the three was such great friends. Megan felt so lucky to have this great family and lucky to have Brian
over so much.Megan had been so caught up in her thoughts, that Brian had surprised her when he sat down beside her on the Swing.
"Hi there, Megan", he said in a gentle tone.
"Brian, hi", she said blushing to the roots of her skin once again.
She was so cute when she blushed! Brian felt his tongue tie up in knots as he looked at her. "Brian, did you want to say something?" Megan asked, her eyebrows raised in amusement.
Brian wanted to say that he loved her and wanted to marry her, but it was difficult. He figured that she wouldn't want to hear another person say he loved her. Considering the last one buried her alive he wouldn't blame her if she didn't want him around. He had stayed with the Dukes while they watched over her. He had even seen Megan cry that night with Bo to comfort her. He didn't feel like it was his place to say anything, so he'd pretended sleep.
"Come on. While I'm young," Megan teased, her blue eyes sparkling as they bored into his.
"Megan, I know Mark hurt you, but-" Brian started to say, his mind drawing a blank.
"But?" Megan asked.
"But- I love you, Megan," Brian said quickly before he could stammer any more like an idiot.
Megan grinned and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "I love you too," Megan said.
"You do? I thought you wouldn't want to be in a relationship with me since what happened with Mark," Brian said, stroking her hair gently.
"That's silly. I thought you would be mad. I thought that you thought I went with Mark willingly," Megan said.
"I didn't. I love you and I want you as my wife. Will you marry me?" Brian asked, taking a small box out of his shirt pocket.
Megan's eyes went wide. Brian was proposing to her! This was the day she never thought she'd live to see happen. TO meet
someone to fall in love with, get married and to have kids. Tears of happiness filled her eyes. Inside the tiny box, laid an
Diamond oval shaped gold ring. A princess cut ring. "Brian, its beautiful. Yes. I will marry you". If it was one thing Megan
had learned recently, was to never take life for granted. Life was fragil. So precious.
Megan watched as Brian put the ring onto her finger and hug her close. Right then and there she knew Brian was the one for her
and not Mark. Megan hugged him close to wondering what his thoughts were.