Meghan's P.O.V

"So," Jake starts, looking around the room nervously. I roll my eyes and stare at Jake, waiting for him to ask me a question.

You see, when we got home from school today, Hannah had left us a note on the fridge explaining why she isn't coming home till later because she has to run some errands. Also on the note, it said that we should take our time to know one each other and gain each other's trust, if we haven't already. Surprisingly, this made me think about the whole 'finding the deeper side to Jake' thing and it made me think that I can maybe get to know Jake this way... since things at school didn't go to well.

Just to make it short, Emma wasn't at school because she had a 'dentist' appointment and Danny didn't hang out with us today because he was too busy screwing some chick during lunch. So, lunch was awkward, if I do say so myself.

Anyway, so now we are sitting in Jake's room, him on the end of the bed, facing me while I am leaning against his headboard, staring directly at Jake. Since I had no idea what to ask him first, Jake decided to start but he has just been looking around the room muttering 'so' and 'uh' for the past ten minutes.

"Uh--" I let out a groan, running a hand down my face.

"If you don't ask me something soon, I'm going to punch you. Understand?" I ask, raising a brow at Jake. He gulps and nods.

Wow, he seemed so confident with me last night. What the hell is up with him today?

We sit in silence for a few minutes while I wait for Jake to speak. I know he is trying is absolute hardest to not say 'uh' but with the glares I'm giving him, I'm pretty sure he won't receive a punch to the face.

"Okay, I have a question." Jake says after what feels like forever. I nod slowly and bring my knees up to my chin, resting my head on the balls on my knees.

"Go on." I say and Jake let's out a sigh, scratching the back of his neck.

"Okay... do all of your tattoos has a meaning or story behind them?" Jake asks and I nod.

"Yep." I say, popping the 'p'. "If they didn't have any meaning, they wouldn't be on my skin." I add and Jake nods.

"Can I--"

"Ah, ah, it's my turn." I say with a small grin, sitting up and crossing my legs. I look up at the ceiling in thought, trying to rack through the million questions that I have stored in my head for this moment.

"Okay, Jakie." I start, a grin making its way onto my face. "Tell me something about your wife-to-be." I say and Jake let's out a sigh.

"Okay, well, we sort have known each other for quite some time now. You see, my mom and her parents are friends which is part of the reason why my mom is making me marry Courtney. But, uh, no offence, she is a little annoying." Jake says and I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Oh really?" I ask and Jake nods. I smirk and nod, waving Jake off. "Okay, that's all I wanted to hear." I say and Jake furrows his eyebrows in confusion but before he can push on it, I clap my hands together.

"C'mon, we don't have all day." I say and Jake nods, looking away from me for a split second before his brown eyes meet my green ones.

"What is the story behind the date on your forearm?" Jake asks, referring to the tattoo that I got in memory of my brother.

"Its just a date that basically tells everyone the day that my brother died." I say and Jake's eyes widen.

"You had a brother?" He asks and I nod.

"Had a brother, yes." I say, holding back the memory of that tragic night I saw my brother dead beside me. I shake my head a little, shaking the memory away.

"I-I'm sorry." Jake mumbles and I wave him off.

"Its fine. Shit happens." I say but just as I am about to tell Jake that it is my turn to ask the question, the memory comes flooding back. Then, to add to my already breaking heart, my mom's voice cuts in.

"You two both no longer belong here! I got rid of you two a long time ago so beat it!" My mom shouts, throwing the beer bottle towards Matt and I.

"Moving on..." I say, shaking my mom's voice away from my mind. "Where is your father?" I ask and Jake let's out a sigh, as if he knew all along that I was going to ask him this question.

"He left us when I was four." Jake says and I raise my eyebrow.

"Us?" I ask and for a split second, Jake's eyes widen as if he knows he said something wrong. He quickly shakes his head and looks down at his fingers.

"My mom and I." He mutters and when he looks up, I narrow my eyes at him but don't say a word. I know he knows that he said something that leads me closer to knowing about Jake's life and to be honest, I would be lying if I said I am not proud of myself, because I am.

I just figured out that behind Jake's good boy personality is a family member.

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"Okay Meghan," Hannah begins, crossing her right leg over her left. I sit down in my seat that's in front of Hannah's desk and pick at my nails. "You are aware you are here for--"

"Another session, yes." I cut her off, just wanting this over and done with. Hannah nods and grabs what looks like my file and opens it up. She grabs out some photos and I pause.

Wait, photos? In my file? Oh this can't be good...

She places them at the end of the desk, facing me. I don't look at them and neither do I want to. I'm scared of what I'm going to see. I mean, I know the basic things that are in my file like the fact that no one knows who my father is, how I went to the orphanage and my brother.

That's it.

But I didn't know that my file had photos... if I did, I wouldn't burnt them.

"Meghan, these three photos are of you. One when you were five, the second one when you were thirteen and the last one when you turned seventeen. These photos, for instance, the one when you were five, was taken when you were at the orphanage. The other two was taken by the school photographers at the previous schools you attended." Hannah says and I gulp.

How does she have these?

"Pick up the first photo, Meghan." Hannah orders and I slowly reach over and grab the photo, my hear racing like someone is raising a gun to my head, about to kill me. Instead, I am about to pick up the photo that basically shows me at my worst time and right now, I know that this will bring up those terrible memories.

I grab the photo and hold it in my hands, my eyes slowly trailing down to the photo. Once my eyes land on the photo, I am shocked.

It's not just a photo of me... Mary is in it as well.

Mary's orange hair was tied up into a high ponytail and my blonde hair sat on my shoulders in its usual waves. While Mary was grinning at the camera, her arm around my shoulders, my smile was forced, my arm around Mary's waist. Her blue eyes are sparkling in the photo and my green eyes seem to be trailing off to the side and I know what I was looking at. The memory flashes through my mind for a brief second, making me clench my jaw.

"Say cheese!" The nun smiles happily but I know she is faking it. She always does this and something about her smile makes me want to slap it off her face. Mary's arm quickly goes around my shoulders and for a split second, I smile at Mary's sudden action.

The nun takes the picture, her flash going off and almost immediately, Mary and I let out a groan, looking down at the floor and blinking. After a few seconds of the nun looking at the photo, she growls.

"Great. I got you two looking at the floor. Now, this time, your going to look at the camera and deal with the flash. Ready?" The nun spits, her fake voice that held so much happiness before is now gone and replaced with her real voice. I look back up and bite my tongue.

As the nun holds the camera up, her smile coming back on her face, I wrap my arm around Mary's waist, pulling her close to me. Mary laughs but suddenly stops when the nun sends us both a glare.

"Ready?" The nun asks, her evil stare now gone. We both get ready for the photo but all of a sudden, a certain group of seven year old girls catch my eye as I hear them snicker.

"I wonder what will show more; Mary's birth mark or Meghan's gap in her teeth." Penny says, her grin on her face and her two friends chuckle. I look over at them, the small smile still on my face and before I can say or do anything, the flash goes off.

"Not perfect but good enough. Now, back to your bedrooms!" The nun spits and Mary and I begin to walk back to our rooms. As we pass Penny and her friends, I send my leg out and kick her right in the shin, watching as she groans in pain. As Mary and I head up the stairs, I hear one of the nun's yell at Penny for being loud and I can't help but snicker myself.

"Meghan," Hannah calls and I shake my head, the memory going away from my mind. I quietly apologize but still look down at the picture.

I wonder where Mary is now...

"So, what do you see in that picture?" Hannah asks and I shrug.

"Two girls." I say, the hint of anger still in my tone. Hannah nods and writes down my words on her paper.

"What do you notice about the two girls?" Hannah asks and I lick my lips.

"One is happy while the other is distracted." I say and Hannah nods, once again writing down my words. Once she is finished, she leans back in her chair.

"Why is one of the girls distracted?" Hannah asks and I clench my jaw in anger.

"Because she noticed a group of girls teasing her and her friend." I say through gritted teeth and Hannah nods.

"How did the distracted girl feel?" Hannah asks and I look up at her, my eyes finally tearing from the orange haired girl in the photo.

"Angry." I say and Hannah nods once again. She writes down my reply and holds her hand out. I give her the picture and she points at the next photo. I remember Hannah saying that it was taken when I was thirteen and I let out a growl.

Out of all ages...

I take the photo from the desk and look down at the blonde in the picture. My blonde hair is tied up in a high, messy bun and my green eyes look straight at the camera, my smile not visible. As I remember why I looked so pissed, I can't help but smirk.

"Why are you smirking, Meghan?" Hannah asks and I let out a sinister laugh.

"Because I remembered why I looked so angry," I say and Hannah raises her eyebrow, motioning for me to continue. "I got suspended because I accidentally smashed my English teacher's window." I say and Hannah's eyes widen.

"And how did you do that accidentally?" Hannah asks, her pen pressing against her paper. I shrug and lean back in my chair.

"Because one of the students was picking on me because it was 'bring your father to school' day and she was teasing me saying that my father didn't come because he was sleeping with every girl around town. So, we had a fight after school and when I went to punch her, my arm went flying back and I smashed his window. The car wasn't even suppose to be driving on the road so I guess I did him a favour." I say and Hannah's mouth drops.

"If you were suspended, how did you get to take the photo?" Hannah asks and I shrug again.

"They brought me back for that one day so I could take a photo." I explain and Hannah nods. I look back down at the photo again before giving it back to Hannah.

"Okay, now, the last photo." Hannah says and I let out a sigh. I already know how I'm going to look. I grab the photo and look down at it, nodding at my suspicions.

I was right.

My blonde hair is falling down my back in its usual waves and my green eyes look tired. Anyone would be able to tell that I was crying because of how my cheeks were a light pink and the fact that my eyes had bags under them. I let out a sigh and rub my eye.

"Meghan, apart from the other two photos, you look sad and tired in this one. Why is that?" Hannah asks but I already know she knows the answer. This is what I hate about these sessions. She asks questions to get the answers that she already knows. Hannah just wants me to say it aloud.

"Because my brother died a year ago on that day the photo was taken." I say and Hannah nods, writing my response on her paper. I look down at the photo and bite my lip. I don't even want to look at this. I hand the photo back to Hannah and lower my head, looking down at my hands.

"Meghan, I believe that your brother passed away on your birthday, am I correct?" Hannah asks and I nod.

"Yes." I mumble and instead of Hannah asking another question, she stands up and walks over to me. She gestures for me to stand and I do, the tears threatening to fall. I won't let them though.

Hannah surprises me by bringing me into a tight hug and all of a sudden, I feel the first tear fall. I haven't received a hug like this in... forever. As the tear slides down to my lips, I feel the rest of the tears slip and I can't help but hug Hannah back, finally letting my vulnerable side show.

"If you ever need anything, anything at all, Meghan..." Hannah says and before she can continue, I bite my lip and nod.

"I know."

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A/N - Thoughts on this chapter? Thoughts on Meghan?

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