Megan's P.O.V
Something told me Dylan's plans didn't involve anything legal. I shouldn't have done this and I realize that now.
He had only been clean for a few weeks and putting this much stress on him was bound to make him go back. I'm so stupid. I couldn't imagine how Dylan must have felt as my dad made his name dirt.
"Megan, I want to talk to you." My dad stood at the door, his tall figure it intimidated me.
"You can talk, doesn't mean I have to listen."
"You're going to." He sat the edge of my bed. "I didn't raise you to be a gangster's girl. I wanted you to do things with your life."
"I have done things with my life, it's my life. I never make decisions for myself, I always assume what you guys say is right. Not this time though, I'm in love with Dylan and there's not a thing you can do to change that."
"I see, then you just pack your bags and get the hell out of my house. I refuse to let you live under my roof with him."
I stared up at his face and saw he was deadly serious and so was I. I went to my closet and threw several clothing into a bag before zipping it up and leaving.
I was tired of being pushed around by my parents. I needed freedom and to make my own choices and mistakes.
