Megan's POV

The plane ride was longer than expected. I woke up about an hour later to find we were still in the sky. The old man that sat next to me, and talked to me in the airport was awake. He looked at me and smiled.

"Well morning, sleepyhead." He said

"Hi," I whimpered. My arm was killing me. I couldnt move it without pain striking through it. I sighed and sat up a bit,

"How ya feeling?" He said.

"I'm okay.. If you dont mind my asking, why are you so concerned with me? I mean.. I dont even know you.. And you keep making sure I'm okay."

He just shrugged and smiled. "I know, but you look so young and lost. I must make sure everything's okay." He said again. I smiled a bit then nodded.

"Thank you."

"Do you have any place to stay the night? My wife and I will be more than happy to help you!" He smiled again.

"Oh! Uhm.. No thanks. I have just enough money to get a hotel room." I nodded once before he gave me a stern look. I sank in my seat a bit.

"Please? Let me help you.."

"No, sir, its fine! I know people in town and they can help me. Really, I'll be okay." I said with almost too fake smile. I held my breath as the old man looked at me.

"At least come over for dinner. My son and his friends will be there, and some other friends of my wife's. It'll be fun, please?" His eyes turned into a more soft brown and he was almost begging. I pursed my lips in defeat before nodding. Maybe his son is cute? Hopefully? Yes?

The plane landed a few hours later. I grabbed my bags and followed the old man out. We walked out to the main part of the aiport. But then it hit me, I'm going to a strangers house. I didnt even know the guys name! I pulled my bags up higher onto my shoulder then cleared my throat.

"If you dont my asking," I said slowly. "What's your name? I feel awkward going to a house without not even knowing your name."

He turned to me and smiled. "Keith." He replied. "Yours?"

"Megan." I said a bit shyly. The man I now know as Keith smiled and walked me outside. I looked around before Keith gave me his phone number and address.

"I'll see you at 7?" He asked. I nodded and smiled then gave him a quick hug and walked off. I walked for a good mile before I found any kind of hotel. I didnt mind though, I liked the walk. It was really nice. There were walls painted all over with different things, a bunch of music stores which I made a visit too. I found a really good deal on a brand new guitar, which obviously I needed. It was about 23.34 and I had 30 dollars left on me. I pursed my lips at how bad of a decision this could be. I could buy the guitar and name it Nash JR.. Or I can have a nice place to sleep tonight.

Maybe Keith's offer is still open because I bought the guitar, strings and a few pics. I sat down on a curb. I pulled the guitar onto my lap and ran my fingers over the strings. The strings were rough and cold. I ran my thumb across the strings making the guitar sing glorious, untuned notes. I giggled a bit before reaching into my bag and pulling out the small white box the new strings came in. I pulled out the circular pod of strings and unraveled them one at a time. I slowly and carefully took all the old strings off of the guitar then laced the new strings onto the guitar and tuned them until they were perfectly in sync. I gently stroked the strings with my right thumb while my fingers curved into different chords with my left. I hummed a slow tune and smiled to myself. Although I had no idea where I was going or even where I am or want to be, I knew that if I had my guitar, my voice and my songs, I'd be okay. I knew that with those three things, I'll be fine.

I suddenly felt something vibrate in my pocket, which scared the crap out of me. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to find that it was Liz who was calling. I didnt know whether or not I wanted to answer. I mean.. I havent seen or heard from her since the party. Needless to say, she didnt stand up for me either. Or maybe she did. I dont know, I ran out before anything else could happen. The phone kept vibrating which seems longer than it normally does. Have you ever noticed that when you want to ignore a call, the phone vibrates longer as if saying 'answer me'. I pursed my lips together as I slid the green bar across the screen.

"Megan?" Liz asked breathlessly on the otherend.

"Mhm?" I responded.

"Oh my god, Megan! Where the hell are you?!"

"Uhh.. Nashville?" I responded sheepishly.

"I thought you had died! I came home and there was blood everywhere! Why did you just leave?! And without me? Megan, honestly, how stupid are you? You could get killed! Or kidnapped, or hurt!"

"Liz, chill. I'm 19. I can take care of myself." I spat.

"No. Megan, you obviously cant if you turn to running away!"

"I didnt run away!" Okay.. Soo.. Maybe I did but I had a good reason.

"Megan." Liz said. I could tell she was fuming by the way she was talking. "Lucy and I are on our way to get you. It may not be today, or tomorrow, but we're coming to get you."

"Liz, we're moving here anyways so whats the big deal?"

"Whats the big deal? Lucy's sick." Of course. Liz is taking Lucy's side. No big deal. They got along perfectly while I was just the black sheep.

"So?" I responded.

"So? That means the move was postponed."

"And...?" I asked again. My head was now shaking and my fingers trembled.

"Megan, you're an idiot. Lucy's been kind enough to be taking care of us while Dad's in jail and all you can do is run away like a scared little brat. You're so ungrateful sometimes."

"Thanks Liz. Now do you see why I left?" I asked bitterly. The other end of the line fell silent. I knew I had gotten her. Kill her with kindness. Now it was my turn to be cruel and mean.

"Listen, Elizabeth. I dont care if you hate me for the rest of your life when I say this, but I hate Lucy. I hate her so much. I hate that house, I hate this family, and I really am hating you at the moment. Ever since Susan came into your life all you do is bitch around and act like some premadonna while I have to act happy all the time. Which, if you havent noticed, I'm not. I've been getting bullied at school and at home. Not only by YOU Liz, my own twin sister, but by everyone. Except Aubrey and Jake, but honestly? I dont even know where I stand with Jacob after last night. So, please tell me Liz, how ungrateful I am. Tell me how stupid I am and tell me how much you wish I were dead because pretty soon it's going to happen. Just tell me what I did to you to me you not love me anymore. Just answer me in a lie, or a white lie. Dont tell the truth because I am honestly scared you're going to say something along the lines of 'I dont know' or 'it's not even you Megan, its just me'. I'm truly and honestly scared that you're not going to give me a valid answer."

I felt the tears in my eyes start to fall down my cheeks as I spoke but that didnt stop me. I couldnt stop now. I was too far into getting this off of my chest.

"Give me three reason of why you hate me." I finally said after a long pause. Liz stayed silent for a while before her voice finally broke through the phone.

"I.. I dont hate you.." She said. There's a hint of truthfulness but i didnt believe it.

"Exactly. I knew you'd say something like that. You dont hate me but you act like you do."

Liz suddenly got quiet again and I even heard a sniffle but before I could get a word out of my mouth, I heard her utter something under her breath.

"What?" I asked

"You're dead to me." Her voice was unnormally bitter and harsh. I winced at the words but swallowed back some more tears. I suddenly felt awfully guilty.

"Liz I.."

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