~Hello everyone and welcome back. I am surprised I was able to keep this story going for 5 chapters, especially with my ADHD brain. It's an interesting little fellow my brain...ooh a peanut! (see what i mean! Also if you get that reference, you get a cookie). LOL any who thank you all again for your support. Sit back and relax and enjoy~

Chapter 5

Meg flipped through the channels using her remote. Unfortunately, she couldn't find anything to watch. She finally ended up on some cartoon, that she had no idea what the hell it was. But that was mindless television. She watched for a few minutes before finally getting tired of it and turning it off. She placed the remote down and grabbed her iPhone. She opened it up and saw no new calls or messages. Pretty standard for her if she was being honest with herself. She checked her Facebook and sighed, the first picture she saw was from her family at the pier, using the barrel with a wig and one of Meg's hats and said Meg was there. So they didn't even know she was gone. Meg let out a sigh and didn't bother scrolling any further. She turned off the display and laid it on the little table.

"I know they do this all the time, but it still hurts. They don't even know I almost died" Meg said out loud as she threw her head back into the mind raced with how everything transpired. Her number one bully was now the woman of her dreams. Her family laughed at her when her father literally almost killed her. She just had major surgery and was missing a rib. What else could be in store for her? Now she just laid there, in her hospital bed, not knowing what to do. She sighed as there was a knock at the door. A gentlemen in a grey suit and black tie came into the room.

"Megan Griffin?" He asked with a small smile. Meg nodded yes and motioned for him to come into the room. "My name is Detective Hernandez, I'm with the Quahog Special Crimes Division. Is it alright if I ask you a few questions?" the detective asked. Meg nodded and pointed to an oversized seat that had been serving as Connie's bed for the last few days since they changed her room.

"Can I ask what this is about?" Meg asked politely as she took a sip of water, her hand trembling slightly. The detective pulled out a notebook and a pen and clicked it.

"Well, we heard from your doctors about your previous injuries and they were concerned. I would be concerned with 15 previously healed fractures" the detective said as he looked over at her. She could tell he was trying to read her body language, seeing if there was anything going on. Meg took in a deep breath and sighed.

"Figured it would get out sooner or later" Meg said as she set the cup down. "Very well. My father likes to beat the shit out of me" Meg said as she adjusted the bed to sit up more for speaking.

"Can I ask how long this has been going on?" the detective asked?

"Pretty much my entire life. My dad likes to shove my nose into his ass crack and fart in my face. Those are the good ones. The bad ones will be where he either punches me in the chest or stomach, slam my head into his ass and fart, and then proceed to kick me while I'm on the floor. Hence why I'm here now" Meg said almost deadpanned, but a small hint of anger had come out with that statement. She took in a breath as the detective was writing.

"How long has this been going on?" he asked.

"Pretty much since the day I was born. They tried to leave me at a firehouse. The loathing I get from my family really shows through and has been that way all through my years. Peter is the worst out of them all, but the rest of the family don't care and just cast me to the side like I'm some worthless piece of trash" Meg said as she looked down. Her hands were fidgeting in her lap, never a good sign. She felt a lump in her throat form as she fought back tears.

"I'm just a punching bag for them. That's all I've ever been to them is just a bag to throw around and cast their hatred so they can go to church on Sunday and feel like they are good people" Meg said as she looked up, her eyes welling with tears.

"Your father is Peter Griffin correct?" the detective asked in a shakily tone.

"Correct, but I haven't called him that in over 10 years. He is known as sperm donor to me" Meg said as she wiped her tears away with a tissue.

"Have you ever been kicked out of the house?" the detective asked.

"Yea, had quite a few nights outside with all of them inside. Spent a couple of nights in the doghouse before I bought my car" Meg said as she looked at the detective as he wrote.

"Megan...were you given anything at all to sleep with. A pillow? A blanket? Food and water?" he asked her. She shook her head no.

"Nope, nothing of the sort. It wasn't until my neighbor Mr. Quagmire saw me one night that he came and offered me to stay at his place. Now anytime it happens, I just go over there, and I have everything I need. Bed, bathroom, warm clothes and food. The works" Meg said with a smile on her face as she thought of Glenn. It was true he was a pervert, but he was one the kindest gentleman on this planet. She needed to thank him and make sure he knew how much he meant to her. "Can I ask you a question?" Meg said somberly, her head pointing back down.

"Of course you can. Fire away" he said as he finished writing his notes and closed his notebook and pen.

"Why did this happen? Why...did the man who is supposed to love me...to treat me like his princess...use me for his sick pleasure?" Meg said with a strong, but sad sound in her voice. "Why...was I the human punching bag for my family?" Meg asked as she started crying. Detective Hernandez got up and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge and taking her hand.

"Megan, there is no clear answer on why this happens. Some people become this way because that's how they were raised. Some people just truly hate others. Therapists, Psychiatrists, Psychologists have all wanted an answer to that. To give people a chance at a normal life. As for your other question Meg, you are not a punching bag. You never were a punching bag. You were abused. You have been abused for your entire life. That is no way for anyone to live. Most people would have found a means to give up, yet here you are. You are a fighter, a warrior in your own right. You have pushed through it all and made it to the other side" Detective Hernandez said as he stood up, releasing her hand and smiling. Meg took his words to heart. His words bled into her skin and pushed her mind in a thousand directions.

'Maybe he's right' she thought to herself. 'Maybe I am tougher than I thought could be' Meg thought as she felt her fists ball up in fury and rage.

"I would like to press charges. If that is something I can do?" Meg said as she looked at the detective defiantly. The detective smiled as he pulled out his phone.

"Of course it is. Your father put his hands on you and caused great bodily harm, with no remorse on his part. I will talk with my captain and see what needs to be done. Here is my card. I will be in touch if we need more information" He said as he handed over his card and said his goodbyes as he left the room, the phone to his ear as he power walked out. Meg could only sigh and lay back, a small smile creeping on her face as she realized what just happened.

'Is that fat bastard finally going to get what's coming to him?' She thought to herself. She took another drink of water and smiled as she grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV again.

A few hours later

"Hey I'm back. Did I miss anything?" Connie asked as she opened the door with a large takeout bag of food. Meg looked over and turned down the TV.

"Quite a bit, but I can fill you in later" Meg said as Connie came over and kissed her softly. She set the food down and started pulling it out, seeing that it was Chinese.

"Finally, some real fucking food. I'm dying over here" meg said as they both chuckled. She grabbed the General Tso's chicken and smiled as she opened it, the aroma wafting into her nostrils as she grinned from ear to ear. Connie smiled as she grabbed the Roast Pork Lo Mein and popped it open, grabbing her chopsticks and began eating.

"So...fill me in" Connie said with a mouthful of food, causing both of them to chuckle. Meg filled her in about Detective Hernandez and everything that was said.

"So you're really going to press charges?" Connie asked as she took a sip of her water.

"Yea...I am. It's about time he understand this shit won't fly. I'm not going to be their punching bag anymore" Meg said as she took a sip of water as well. Connie got up and moved to the side of the bed, reaching over and kissing Meg.

"I am so proud of you Meg, and I'll be with you the whole time" Connie said as she slurped a noodle into her mouth. Meg smiled and rested her head on her shoulder, snuggling into her. For the first time in a long time...no, in her life, she truly felt like she was loved.

11:30 PM THAT SAME DAY

Lois awoke to the sound of sirens coming down the street. She sat up and wearily looked out the windows, seeing the red and blue lights as they headed down the street. But they were slowing down, and stopping in front of their house. She shook Peter awake and had him take a look.

"What the hell?" Peter said as Chris walked into the room.

"Mom, there is a bunch of cops banging on the door" Chris said as Brian came running in.

"Peter, they want you" Brian said as he hid under the mattress. "I was never here" Brian said as Lois looked at him in disgust.

"PETER AND LOIS GRIFFIN, COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP" a voice on a megaphone said as more officers arrived, weapons drawn. Peter and Lois got up and walked downstairs, opening the door. Soon every gun was trained on them. They threw up their hands as they were being yelled to get on the ground. They complied, confused of what was going on.

"What did we do?" Lois asked as she got placed in cuffs.

"Lois Griffin, you are under arrest for Child Neglect, supplying alcohol and drugs to a minor, and possession with intent to distribute" Detective Hernandez said as the officers lifted her up.

"What? I never did those things" Lois said as she was being pushed to the car.

"Oh, so you let your husband abuse your daughter for her safety? Take her away" the detective said as she was placed in a cop car.

"Peter Griffin, you are under arrest for Assault and Battery with a deadly weapon, Child Abuse, and supplying alcohol to a minor" the detective said as they lifted him as best as they could. It took them a minute, but soon found out Peter was playing dead weight, cause he had the mind of a 4 year old.

"Who did this? I want a name" Peter said defiantly, getting pushed to the squad car as the detective followed.

"Why not ask your daughter? Since she's the one making sure you go to jail for a long time" detective Hernandez said as Peter was pushed into the car, sitting next to Lois.

"Peter what the hell is going on? Why is this happening?" Lois asked, fear rising in her voice.

"I don't know, but I wanna find out whoever did this and make them pay" Peter said with a stern look on his face. Soon the cops cleared out, with the car holding Peter and Lois heading out for the jail.

They got there within 20 minutes. No words were said as they pulled in. As the car came to a stop, both officers got out and yanked Lois and Peter out of the car, not trying to be gentle at all.

"Why are you doing this? We've done nothing wrong" Lois said in a loud tone, tears welling up in her eyes. The female officer yanked her arms up and made her move towards the door.

"Shut up, you know exactly what you did" The female officer said as she brought Lois into the door of the female side of the door.

"Wait, PETER! PETER! PPEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTEEEEEERRRRRR" Lois screamed as the door was slammed shut in her face, tears pouring down her cheeks. She saw him try to get to her, but to no avail. Several more officers jumped on top of him and forced into the other door, which led to the males side. Within a half hour, both had been processed, booked, searched, changed, and forced into a cell. Lois looked to see several large butch women smiling at her as she tried to introduce herself.

"Hi...I'm Lois" she said as she looked scared out of her mind.

"I'm Cindy, this is Mindy, and that's Vicky. We gonna have some fun with you" Cindy said with a smile as they moved closer to her. Lois tried to scream, but her mouth was soon covered, and no one could hear her.

On the other side, Peter had just gotten thrown into his cell, the doors making the noticeable slam behind him. He could hear the guards chuckle as they walked away. He wanted to go home, and not be here right now.

"Well well, look at this big olé piece of fresh meat" A voice said with a smile as his face came into view. He slithered down from his bunk and came right up to Peter, causing them to back up onto the bars. The man sild a finger down Peters cheek, causing Peter to shake uncontrollably.

"Who...who are you? I just want to get out. I don't want no trouble" Peter said as he wanted to move but couldn't.

"They call me the Candyman, and I've got a nice big piece for you cutie" he said as his fingers roamed Peters chest.

"I...I do love candy" Peter said shakily as Candyman pointed to his bunk, moving over for him. Peter tried to make it quick, but Candyman was faster.

"AHHHHH, AHHHHH, Ahhhhhh-" Peter screamed as his voice soon became muffled. Within a few minutes, there was no sound coming from the cells, and the lights went out.

~ Well that was Chapter 5. Really hope you all enjoyed that. The ending seems a little off, but I'm not too entirely sure how it works in prison. I've never been and don't ever plan on going lol. But thank you all for reading this far. I should have Chapter 6 up here within a few days. If you all have any suggestions or any ideas you wanna share for the story, leave a review or shoot me a message and we can talk it out. Don't forget to leave a like and follow if you so choose to that is. Until next time, wish you all the best and see you on the next one!~