Meredith couldn't help herself from tapping the fork on the side of her plate. She sure as hell wasn't hungry, and not being able to say anything right now, just made her more angry. She honestly thought Lexie was different than what she thought. "Meredith," Thatcher warned her.

"What? Sorry, I'm not exactly hungry." She rolled her eyes.

"Do either of you want to explain what was going on before?" He looked at his two daughters as Molly and Susan sat there quietly.

"I think you should take this one, Lex," Meredith looked at her.

"I don't think so. It's not true, so why bother bringing it up?" Lexie looked right back at Meredith.

"Because it is true, Lexie," Meredith let out a loud sigh. "You're dating a complete asshole."

"At least I'm not dating a complete loser," She yelled back.

"What are you talking about?"

"Derek doesn't have a job, he doesn't go to school. What exactly are you two going to do? He's no Travis Pastrana."

"You don't know him, Lexie." She laughed. "At all. He's really good and you came to one race with me. I've only seen him ride for about three years."

"Right," Lexie rolled her eyes. "Not a very responsible career, not that you're responsible at all."

"Again, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing," Lexie shook her head.

"Oh, no. Say it Lexie. Why stop now?"

"All I'm saying is that at least I… can stick to one hair color that doesn't make me look easy."

"Is that all?" Meredith laughed.

"No. At least I know not to take the risk of getting pregnant. Ever figure that one out?"

Meredith's head snapped up and she honestly could not believe she just announced that. Even if Lexie didn't believe her, and they were fighting, you don't do that to your sister. "You little-"

"My office now, Meredith," Thatcher stood up and walked in the direction. Meredith just sighed and followed her father. She closed the door behind herself. "Are you pregnant?" He said through gritted teeth.

"No," Meredith shook her head. "I'm not pregnant."

"You're having sex with him." He looked at him daughter. "Correct or not?"

"Do you have to ask? You heard Lexie and I already know you're going to believe her over me, so yes, she's not lying."

"Then I'm calling the police tomorrow." Thatcher said and Meredith could feel her stomach drop.

"No! Dad, don't." Meredith bit her lip. "You can't do that!"

"Like hell I can't," He crossed his arms over his chest. "It's statutory rape. He knows what he did was illegal, Meredith."

"Dad! Stop it! Do you think making the person I actually love go to jail is going to make me want to be here? That I'll actually get along with you?"

"You're sixteen, Meredith, you don't know what love is."

Meredith just glared at her father. "I turned seventeen yesterday. But you wouldn't even recognize that because you had to stay at your fucking office."

"Watch your mouth, Meredith," He warned her. "And sixteen or seventeen, you are not having sex."

"Just to let you know, it happened once. I'm not a slut like you probably think I am." Meredith said, but when he didn't respond, she felt tears come to her eyes. "No, I physically cannot do this anymore," She walked out of the office and ran up to her room. She grabbed a few pieces of clothing and shoved it into her backpack.

She ran back down the stairs where Thatcher was waiting for her. "Give me your phone, now. You're grounded." He said.

Meredith took her phone from her pocket and slammed it against the floor. "Happy?" She headed towards the front door, but she was stopped. "I'm leaving! I don't plan on fucking coming back. I hate you. You don't even fucking want me here!"

"I don't want you?" Thatcher looked at his daughter. "I'm the one who's been here since the day you've been born."

"No. Face it, Dad. I'm just a nuisance to you. You know, at least my Mom had the balls to say she never wanted me. You? You could never own up to that."

"What the hell is going on with you, Meredith!"

"I hate this. I never want to come home because of this. I have no one here and you don't fucking understand that. You're never going to understand how I feel." She cried. "I'm just leaving." She ran a hand through her hair. "Don't come after me." She ran out the door.

x.x.x

It had been a good hour and Derek was starting to get nervous. He tried calling Meredith, but her phone went right to voicemail. That was when he heard something hit his window. He looked outside to see Meredith sitting on the front lawn. He jumped up and ran outside. "Baby, what's wrong?"

She couldn't talk. Crying was the only action the her body could handle right now. Breathing was even getting tough.

"Hey, look at me," Derek sat down next to her. "Deep breaths. Just in and out, okay?"

"I… I can't," She shook her head. "I … c-can't do this, Derek."