Carriage House Rm #3 - Tuesday after classes
After her class, Meg came back to her dorm room and sat on her bed. It was so quiet now that Willow was gone, not that Willow was loud. But she missed her.
Pulling out her cell phone (newly acquired) she debated calling Lizzie again. She had to know what her father was doing; what her parents were planning.
Thus, she placed the call.
"Can you talk?" she said the moment her sister picked up.
"Just a sec..." Lizzie whispered. Obviously she was moving around and Meg heard a door close.
"Meg, you can't be calling me. Dad suspects you are and if he finds out-"
"I just need to know what's going on," she said, interrupting her.
"I don't know, Meg. I honestly don't." She sighed, continued to whisper, "He's planning a trip. That's all I know."
"Can you find out and call me back?" Meg asked.
"I can't, Meg... you know how he is and I've got to go. If he finds out then it's going to go really bad for me."
"Okay, I'm sorry. Just... keep your phone on you, okay?"
"I will." Pause. "Meg...take care." And then Lizzie hung up.
Meg stared down at her phone and sighed. If she just knew for sure that her father wasn't ever going to mess with her again, she could breathe easier. The unknown was eating at her and the things she's considered doing to him were making her feel awful. But she had to think of her sisters too.
Her dad just needed to die.
[Mainly establishy but can be open.]