The Revelations of Meg Scott-Reese

Needs editing! The Lollipop Brigade. That's what Meg nicknames the gang of popular girls at her high school. They've made Meg's life hell and stopped her from having any friends. That's until Damien appears. But what if there is more to the Lollipop Brigade than meets the eye?


17. Chapter Seventeen


      "I'm back!" I called when I got back home.

      Aaron and Claire looked up from where they were sat on the sofa in the living room.

      "Did you have a good time?" Claire asked.

      I nodded energetically. "Yeah it was great, thanks." I showed them my signed drawing.

      "Anything else to tell us?" Aaron asked, looking expectant (not the pregnant kind!).

      "No," I said frowning. "Should there be?"

      Claire and Aaron exchanged a glance.

      It was Claire who spoke in the end. "We just thought that you would have more to say."

      Oh, they just wanted more information. They wanted more information, so I gave it to them; I told them all about the game, then about all the different parts of the building.

      I had been talking for a while when Aaron held up a hand and laughed. "Ok, that's enough. I'm glad that you had a great time, but I think it's time that you are going to bed now."

      I gasped, and quickly stood up. "I hadn't realised it was that late. Goodnight, see you in the morning."

      I went upstairs to bed and soon fell asleep.

      My dreams were delightful as they mainly involved Damien and me running around and chopping heads of creatures that all had faces of members of the Lollipop Brigade. Man, if I dream of stuff like this I wonder what Sara dreams about... I just shuddered, and I don't think that I do actually want to know what Sara dreams about... Does she even dream? Does she even need sleep? Maybe she's not even human? That would explain her complete lack of compassion. Perhaps she's a cyborg... Ok, I'm thinking about this way too much.


      By Friday my thigh was well enough for me to do P.E. which I had been dreading.

      But fortunately for me, we ended up doing volleyball not hockey as I had feared.

      I nearly got hit on the head several times though, by guess who, yep members of the Lollipop Brigade!

      Damien came around for tea and afterwards we watched a movie as we sat on the sofa in the living room.


      That weekend was pretty average, with me doing homework and going to work on Saturday. Then on Sunday I walked the dogs with Damien, which was nice.


      Monday morning arrived too quickly and Damien and I were soon walking to school.

      "So you've got work after school?" I asked Damien, pulling my coat closer as a bitter wind gnawed at me.

      "Yeah, I will hopefully be getting some more hours soon as well." Damien told me, adjusting his gloves.

      I nodded. "Are you enjoying it then?"

      He laughed. "It's alright; I mean it's a job you know? Some of the kids are so funny, I feel sorry for some of the parents."

      As we approached Lakeside High School I could see cars parked haphazardly on the road and pavement.

      "What now?" I groaned, hoping that there hadn't been another suicide/murder.

      As we walked through the gates, I couldn’t see a police car or ambulance, but there was however a giant horde of journalists who seemed to be waiting for someone.

      "There she is!" A cry went up.

      I shrieked as the mass of journalists stampeded towards me and Damien, their cameras flashing.

      "Meg!" They were shouting, as they surrounded us.

      "Tell us what it's like to find out that your father is a millionaire!"       "Over here, Meg! How did you react when you found out?"

      I was baffled and didn't have a clue what they were talking about.

      Damien cursed and pulled me closer to him, as he led me away and back through the school gates.

      "Is this your boyfriend?" A female journalist cried, thrusting a voice recorder in my face.

      I gaped at her.

      "Meg, when I say run, run ok?" Damien practically had to shout in my ear.

      I nodded to show my understanding and seconds later when Damien said run, I sprinted after him, our hands joined.

      The journalists were hot on our heels as we ran down the road.

      "What is this all about?" I yelled to Damien. "They said something about my father?"

      He threw me sympathetic look. "I know you are confused, but the most important thing right now is to get you away from those reporters."

      I nodded; I wanted to get away from them as soon as possible.

      Damien had his phone against his ear as we were running along, and I guess that he was talking to one of his parents.

      "We need to hide somewhere while we wait for my dad to pick us up." He told me, scanning our surroundings for somewhere suitable to hide.

      We found a side alley and ran to the end of it, hiding ourselves behind the huge bins that were stood there.

      There was a surge of noise (mainly excited chatter) and loud footsteps as the journalists ran passed our hiding place as they tried to find us.

      A breathed a sigh of relief, while wondering what on Earth was happening.

      Damien must have received a text from his dad, because he said. "Ok, my dad's here, just around the corner. Are you ok to run again?"

      My thigh was sore, but I nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

      Damien grabbed my hand and we ran out to the street and down to the corner where Damien's dad was parked in his company car.

      He pulled away as soon as we had closed the doors and I breathed another sigh of relief as we drove away.

      Putting on my seatbelt I said. "What was that all about?"

      I saw Tom look at us in the rear-view mirror.

      Damien gave me a sad smile. "It's not my place to tell you."

      Tom's voice was gentle. "Damien is right, I'm sorry Meg. You will find out soon enough when we get there."

      "Where are we going?" I asked, gazing out the car window trying to recognise the surroundings. "Are we going towards the lake?" I asked.

      The town or city (I guess it must be a city since it has a hospital) of Lakeside, surprisingly enough is next to a lake.

      Tom stopped the car outside the Lake Hotel, which was situated right next to the lake and was popular for functions such as birthdays and anniversaries.

      I was really confused as I followed Damien and Tom inside.

      They stopped outside one of the conference rooms.

      "Are we safe here?" I asked, suddenly having visions of journalists crawling through the windows and leaping out of cupboards and wardrobes.

      "I will check outside." Tom said, leaving Damien and me alone.

      "Are you going to go inside?" Damien asked me smiling kindly.

      I gulped. "Why? Who is inside?"

      "Just go in, I will be out here if you need me."

      Biting my lip in anticipation I grabbed the handle of the door and it turned agonisingly slowly. The door opened and I walked in.

      The room seemed empty so I walked over to the balcony that ran along one side of the large conference room, which was filled with tables and chairs.


      The voice made me jump, and I turned around.

      "Oh, Jeremy, hi,"

      He looked nervous as he approached me.

      "What is this all about?" I asked, really confused as to what was happening.

      He smiled at me warmly. "I'm sorry about all the journalists, I hear that they were outside your school, and Tom tells me that they are outside your house."

      "But why?" I asked starting to get annoyed; why wouldn't anyone tell me what was going on? "What is all this about?"

      "Why don't we sit down?" Jeremy asked, leading me over to the nearest chairs.

      "They were... the journalists were saying something about my dad... but I've never met him."

      "I'm sorry that happened Meg, it shouldn't have been this way."

      I looked up; Jeremy had sounded angry.

      "I only hired him to... oh I should have known."

      Jeremy was really beating himself up about something.

      "What's wrong?" I asked concerned.

      "I tried to tell you the other day..." His eyes were watery.

      "You said that you had something important to tell me." I recalled.

      He looked pleased. "Yes, it is important."

      "Ok, so do you want to tell me now?" I asked, wondering just how important what he had to say would be.

      Jeremy took a deep breath, and took my hands in his. "Meg, I'm your father."

      My mind went numb, all I could think was, wow yeah that is important.

      "My father?" I repeated.

      Jeremy nodded, tears filling his eyes as he waited for my reaction.

      I didn't know what to say, or how to react. This was the sort of thing that happened in movies not everyday life.

      It was such a big thing to try and understand. "But how?" I asked.

      Jeremy explained to me that when he had seen me that day in the bookshop that he had recognised my mum's wedding ring on my necklace, and so had hired a private detective to find out information about me (that was the reason why for the times I had felt like someone had been watching me, also Jeremy told me that it had been the private detective that had told the newspapers about this juicy piece of news. Jeremy seemed very angry about the whole situation, and told me that he was going to sue the private detective as he had signed a contract saying that all the information he found out etc, would be kept confidential, which the private detective had obviously not done. I presume that the detective only sold the 'ground breaking' story because he would get a lot of money for it). He then went on to explain that he had gone to the hospital in Ipswich that I had been born in and done some digging around for information about my mum, who it turned out had been his wife.

      "But why didn't you know about me?" I asked.

      Jeremy looked sad. "Gail, your mum knew that I didn't want children, and I was in America for a year so she kept you secret. I presume that Gail was going to give you up for adoption, but she died a few days after you were born, and hadn't given the nurses any contact details, so they didn't know what to do with you and put you up for adoption. It would have broken her heart to give you away." Jeremy was crying and I stood up and walked over to him, before giving him a hug.

      I soon found myself crying as well. "Do Claire and Aaron know?" I asked.

      He sniffed. "Yes, I went and talked to them the other night."

      Ah, that would have been the shouting I heard I guess.

      "So what now?" I asked, wiping my tears away.

      Jeremy, or should I call him dad? No that sounds too weird. Jeremy looked worried. "You don't want to see me?"

      I was shocked. "Of course I do! I always wanted to know who my dad, my real dad was. I just can't believe it; it's all so surreal."

      "Maybe we should start off slowly?" Jeremy suggested. "Things like going to the cinema and the zoo? Then maybe later on you could come and stay at my house? Not permanently if you don't want to, just for the weekends or something?"

      I nodded. "That sounds good."

      He grinned and pulled me close. "Oh, Meg I'm so happy. Ever since Gail, your mum died all those years ago and I didn't know what had happened... I was so lonely but now I've got you! A beautiful daughter!"

      I smiled and started crying again.


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