Megan's POV
It's taken me 14 hours, but I've finally driven to Slave Lake. But, I've hit a little snag, I'm sitting at a crossroads, literally. There's a four way stop on the outskirts of town and...
Megan's POV
It's taken me 14 hours, but I've finally driven to Slave Lake. But, I've hit a little snag, I'm sitting at a crossroads, literally. There's a four way stop on the outskirts of town and all the streets signs are gone, so trying to figure out which road to take is like picking a number our of a hat. I have me map spread out on the hood of my car and Im trying to figure out where I'm going. An old-beat up faded red pick up truck drives by, causing my map to flutter in the wind. "You lost miss?" I hear someone ask from behind me. An middle age man was stepping out of the pick-up a little up the road. "I wouldn't be if the street signs were still up." I said sheltering my eyes to look over at him. "Well, if your this far out of town you shouldn't need them." he said. "Unless you're visiting like I am." I said looking around. "Well then that one heads to White Horse." he said pointing to his right. "And that one leads back to Vancouver." he said pointing the way I came. "Winnipeg is that way." he said pointing to his left. "And that one leads you to Slave lake." he said pointing to the direction he's going to. "Well that's exactly where I'm going." I said with a smile. "Are you sure a city girl like you shouldn't be heading back to where she came from?" he asked and my jaw dropped. "Excuse me?" I said crossing my arms over my chest. "Well you know, you pooch-purse carrying, city girly-girls aren't really fit to be out here. What if you're engine breaks down, or heaven forbid you break a nail!" he said smugly. "I bet I could fix an engine better than you could old man! And I don't care about my nails, they break on a regular basis." I said taking off my sun glasses. "Oh I know you! You're that, Hollywood's Action Princess...Megan something." he said waving his hand at me trying to remember. "McKay, it's Megan McKay." I said harshly. "My best friend's last name was McKay." he said to him self. "Well it's a common last name." I said bitterly, I was starting to not like this guy. "Yeah, well why don't you head back to Hollywood and shoot another movie, you don't belong in these parts." he said turning back to his truck. What a rude, arrogant, Hilly-Billy brained, man! I walked back and climbed into my car, folding my map and putting it back in my purse. I pulled off of the shoulder of the road and headed down the road that the man said lead to Slave Lake. I drove until I reached the heart of town and pulled over to find directions again. "Excuse me?" I asked one of the teenagers loading a pick-up truck as he was walking down the ramps to the sidewalk. "Yes, ma'am." he said whipping his forehead with his sleeve. "Do you know how to get to William Morrison's house?" I asked sheepishly. "I was just about to make a delivery there, why don't you follow me." he said with a smile. "Thank you." I said turning back to my car. The boy got into the truck and pulled on to the road, I followed. Soon the smooth, paved surface of Main Street wore away into a rough, gravel road when we reached the out skirts of town. The boy pulled into a long driveway and parked his pick-up. "We're here Ma'am." he said walking up to my car. "Thanks again for showing me how to get here." I smiled up at him. "No problem, I do have one question though." he said cautiously. "And what's that?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. "What's a pretty little thing like you coming to ol' man Morrison's place?" he asked pointing to the old farm house. "I'm family, and I was long over do for a visit." I said plainly. "How long are you staying?" he asked. "I don't know." I said with a shrug and he stepped out of the way as I opened my door and walked towards the house. "Great, Lucas you're here." an middle age man said walking out of the house, it was the same man from before. I stopped in my tracks when I saw him. "You're not William Morrison, are you?" I asked. "I prefer Bill, wait how do you know my name?" he asked. "Do you remember Alison Thompson?" I asked closing my eyes. "I was married to her 12 years ago, before she died. Why?" he said. "She was my mother...and youre my father." I said and his jaw dropped. "You can't be...my daughter died, 12 years ago." he said turning away. "My name is Megan KJ McKay, Melody and Brandon McKay adopted me after my mother, Alison Thompson, killed herself and tried to kill me when I was 4, 12 years ago." I said and he turned to look at me. "So why don't you take your foot out of your mouth and we start over? Alright?" I joked, he smirked. "I'm Megan McKay, and I'm your daughter." I said sticking my hand out. "I'm Bill Morrison and I'm your father." he said shaking mine.
