Chapter 18: Advice

Suffice to say, Meg was grateful to return home and see her parents after the hours; although her friend drove each of their friends home, Meg drove herself home, despite her friends' protest of her driving home. She wanted to honestly confront her parents - her real parents, she had to gain advice from her adoptive parents. A part of her wants to sulk in her bed and have her parents to cancel her form, however, Meg knew she shouldn't allow fear to rule her.

Meg grabbed a picture of herself and her adoptive parents, allowing tears to slid from her eyes and hitting the picture, realizing that she had placed an act as a cool kid for so many years, trying to avoid the echoes of the past and close them out.

Never truly did she closed the wounds out.

This day was long coming, the day of her tears, of her messy appearance after much tears, seeing them again. She heard the rain at the window and can merely look at the water drops as they hit the window endlessly. The damn bastards haven't changed much and she was glad that she didn't grow up with that family. During her first days, she had thought it was all but dreams, however, after a few years of witnessing new things and exploiting her brain and become richer on life insurance.

The sound of someone knocking on the door slowly was heard and Meg knew it was her mother, her father was still out and return at 5. Despite it raining, the 18-year-old grabbed the channel changer and turn the TV on, watching a show due to not feeling the urge to explain to her mother.

"Come in!" Meg voiced, trying to close out the pain and agony from her voice to her mother, knowing that she had probably knows that she's back home.

Her mother entered with a trade of chocolate chip cookies and Meg can only smile thankfully as she wrapped the blanket around her oddly chill self. Meg had decided that once her mother departs, she will remove her clothes and place nightrobes of some sort and lay down, needing a nap since this was a long day for her. Plus, she gets tired in this type of weather so she falling asleep won't be much of a shock to anybody.

"Meg, are you okay?" Her sweet mother inquired, staring at her forced smile and sour face.

"Yes... something happened on that trip and now I'm just tired," Meg admitted absently, her features soften but not enough to cover the invisible tears that were trailing down her eyes.

"Oh, what happened, honey?" Her mother asked sweetly, sitting on her bed with one cookie and beginning to eat it while placing her other hand on Meg's back.

Meg frowned, knowing her mother would demand for her to answer until she finally let it out. Meg knew that she'll have to speak to her birth parents again someday to overcome the shadows of the past and the echoes that vibrated years ago which is more frequent now. She had wondered how can she tell one of her parents that she had happened to go on a field trip and unintentionally run into her little brother.

The years hadn't done him good and Meg is hating that she couldn't get those terrible people out of her mind; she had felt the urge to race to the shower and hunt their address down and talk to them, confronting and demanding why they had loved her little brother more when she was younger. Years ago, Meg hated herself because she was always mocked and laughed at, and yet she had become the coolest kid in school because she had run away from home and managed to escape them.

It'd made her pondered about how she would've survived under the custody of those terrible people. Meg had grown up and she highly doubted that they had cared about her.

"Nothing," Meg spoke hoarsely, barely about to constrained the tears and not liking the pain. Meg had grown up into a wealthy family, being able to work out and also hunting with her father from time to time. Although she had hated them for their little abuses, Meg had wondered what would've happened if she had ran away from home.

"Did you ran into those... people?" Her mother asked, massaging her back comfortingly, hoping to calm the usual brightened girl down.

'Damn it, she knows me too well, I bet she even knew me in my first year whereas my birth parents didn't even know me in five years. She is the best mom a child can ask for.' Meg thought to herself, blinking the tears away and staring up to her mother, her mouth curled into a thin line, just staring at her mother's eyes, seeing how different they were and Meg just wished she had her appearances.

Yes, her mother was rich and worked very hard like Meg herself worked in all of her years, but Meg can see the differences between her and them. All of those family photos, those smiles, their faces, their hair, is different. She was beautiful; far more beautiful than most children because of her makeup, her contacts, and her beautiful glasses. Her healthy lifestyle and making friends instead of being a girl into the background would probably never happened now because of her parents' wealth and they have life insurance and money.

Meg knew that she had things to settle before allowing her inner darkness and sadness to destroy her. For the past 13 years, she has never felt so weak, never felt so pitiful and pathetic, never felt so... powerless, and yet she is practically crying and allowing the echoes of the past to destroy her.

Meg sighed and closed her eyes, allowing the tears to fall. "Yes, he had tried to take my wallet and I stunned him. After, I took him to the Principal and I saw my parents... my birth parents. They have gotten more abusive and different throughout the years. My little brother has taken a turn for the worst and I can see they are raising him to be a criminal. Then..."

Meg frozen, remembering when Peter Griffin had called her hot. She still wanted to beat Peter Griffin to the ground and make sure he takes back what he'd called her. Yes, she was beautiful, hot, and pretty; but was he a pervert and pedophile? She may have not lived with the bastard but she knew he was a horrible father, mistreating her as a baby. She had been able to barely recall her 5-year-old little inexperience self.

That feeble girl was weak, pathetic, and never had the bones to question anybody.

"Yes?" Her mother pressed with calm eyes, although she wasn't demanding or condescending, but she wanted to hear the story.

What would Meg's mom do? Will she go after Peter and Lois Griffin along with her father to beat them both down? Will they call the authorities on that man and get lawyers.

"He called me hot! Peter Griffin called me hot!" Meg snapped, allowing the tears to fall from her eyes, knowing that he was like a rapist, not staring at her mother and staring at the pillow. "What's worst is that I kicked him somewhere, I don't remember exactly where, but I kicked the fool down! Although I wanted to feel satisfaction, I had only felt pain and anger! I had felt the urge to knock my mom down, but I stormed out before I could have been able to hurt someone else! It was painful and heartbreaking in some way; if I could do it again, I will! I'm a terrible person!"

Her mother didn't reply for a moment, and Meg looked up, only to see the sense of understanding and remorse coming from her. Many parents' will reprimand their children for resorting to violence or not regretting the actions they had just committed, but her parents are not like other parents. They have loved her and will never abandon her. They hadn't abandoned her when they had found her at five, they wouldn't do so now.

"Sweetie, what you had done was out of pure instinct and teaching him a lesson about his outrageous disrespect. We're seen as housewives and servants to men in many countries, but guess what, we woman can be strong too. Besides, in some relationships, the woman is the working one and the man is the house one, staying at home and watching the kids. Like there are males boxers, they are woman boxers. Sometimes, both genders have to learn lessons and not assault men or women." Tesla explained kindly, wrapping her arms around her with a coy smile, loving her daughter and glad that she'd found her all of those years ago.

Meg smiles at her, glad that her mother is the most understanding person she ever knows. Throughout the years, Meg had always looked up to her mother and looked to her for advice. Even if age has taken its toll on her mother, Meg's mother was not a pushover and can go from the sweetest people in the world into an extremely violent person.

"I know, but the sight of them in my presence is still hurtful. I sometimes wondered if I had stayed and deal with them for the rest of my childhood life; would I have developed as well as I had? Would I have received endless days of abuse?" Meg asked, placing her hand on her head, wondering how her life would have turned out differently. Although she had made the right choice to run away from home years ago, there was nothing but pain. She'd actually wanted to confront and see her parents for the first time in her life.

"Meg, you cannot let fear rule you, you didn't live with those people and you'd developed into an extremely, intelligent, young woman. Although you had seen them again, your family is not by blood, but by the people who'd loved you and protected you through everything." She said softly, rubbing her daughter's hair and allowing her to feel tenderness the first time since she'd come back from her field trip.

"Thanks, mom," Meg replied tearfully, closing her eyes and biting her lip, but quickly she had realized her mother was right. Those people that she had run into earlier was not her family; they were someone of the past, someone who doesn't mean anything to her.

"Good girl," Her mother praised, smiling, giving her a hug.

"I know what I have to do, I have to find their address and be sure to get answers," Meg declared, pulling away from her sweet mother's embrace. Her mother's eyes flew wide out of concern and worriedness, almost as if she's afraid to lose Meg. Before she could've said something, Meg had continued, "I'll be okay. Their address will be easy to find. Besides, I will have a firearm for safety reasons."

"Meg! They can take you-" Her mother begin but stopped with her eyes casting down, tears sliding out of her eyes.

"No, they can't, I will place it on recording on my Instagram if they try anything," Meg replied calmly yet determinedly.

Quickly, Meg went into the shower before placing on a red and black jacket that two females with swords, along with a black hat, and red and black shoes with also two swords. She had placed her RK-08 and Glock 19 before placing on her hoodie which covered her hat. Leaving the house that she had grown up in for many years, Meg probed deep into her memories, trying to remember the location of her first house.

Arthur's note: Meg is going to confront her family at long last; how will it end?