Sequel: Wish You Were Here. ›
Band on the Run.
Old Man.
I continued eating breakfast and waited for Nicole, as my mother finally served her also. We talked about the trip to Canada and lots of other things. Like how school was close to being done. How I was going into my year 10 and Nicole would be going into her year 11.
Of course, Nicole was still bummed about Roger, so I suggested we go for a walk in the woods and smoke a joint. To which, she happily agreed.
"Man, weed makes me shit." I giggled as I confessed.
"Woah, I thought I was the only one!" Nicole confessed also. Finally, we sat down on our picnic blanket and decided to munch out on the lunch my mom packed for us.
The sun felt so good on our skin and there was a slight breeze. After a delicious meal, we smoked another joint. We packed up and started walking back home. When I got to my house, my dad was waiting in the driveway for me, looking very pissed off.
"You better go, Nicole. I don't want you to hear this." She nodded, leaving me to face my angry father.
"Cheryl Lita Richard! You better get your ass in the house, young lady! Your mother and I are very disappointed in you." I didn't know what I was more afraid of, him finding out I was stoned or what he was angry about. I had a hunch that the first fact had something to do with the second.
When I got inside, there was a box on the table. I almost gasped, realizing it was my secret stash that was always underneath my bed.,
"Cheryl, what's this?" My father fumed, finding almost an ounce in the box.
"Marijuana..." I muttered.
"WHAT?! Speak up!" He yelled, getting angrier and angrier.
"Frank, calm down. No need to yell at her." My mom said in my defence.
"You're right, Lisa. Look, Cheryl, I'm sorry. I'm just not happy with the fact that my only daughter is smoking pot." My dad calmed down and left for his study.
I looked at my mom, sad and defeated. I began crying and sobbing hysterically. My mother wrapped her arms around me.
"Honey, don't worry. We're not mad at you, just disappointed you didn't tell us. We don't mind that you do, just don't go any deeper into drugs. Your father knows all about dangerous drugs..." And she trailed off, continuing to sweep the floor.
I headed to my father's study, knocked on the door.
"Come in!" His voice boomed. I slowly turned the doorknob and went inside.
"Cheryl, you should have told me. I wish you would have told me." He said, tears in his eyes.
That's about when he told me about his many years of use of cocaine, heroin and acid as a teenager. He told me that he didn't mind me smoking pot, just not to do anything worse.
"Dad, I did shrooms the other day. I just figured I'd be honest..."
"On your birthday?" He asked. I nodded, looking down.
"I just don't want to lose my baby to drugs...that's all. You be careful and you listen to me and your mother, got it?" He demanded, hugging me tight.
"Got it."
"Now, let's go smoke a joint..."
Of course, Nicole was still bummed about Roger, so I suggested we go for a walk in the woods and smoke a joint. To which, she happily agreed.
"Man, weed makes me shit." I giggled as I confessed.
"Woah, I thought I was the only one!" Nicole confessed also. Finally, we sat down on our picnic blanket and decided to munch out on the lunch my mom packed for us.
The sun felt so good on our skin and there was a slight breeze. After a delicious meal, we smoked another joint. We packed up and started walking back home. When I got to my house, my dad was waiting in the driveway for me, looking very pissed off.
"You better go, Nicole. I don't want you to hear this." She nodded, leaving me to face my angry father.
"Cheryl Lita Richard! You better get your ass in the house, young lady! Your mother and I are very disappointed in you." I didn't know what I was more afraid of, him finding out I was stoned or what he was angry about. I had a hunch that the first fact had something to do with the second.
When I got inside, there was a box on the table. I almost gasped, realizing it was my secret stash that was always underneath my bed.,
"Cheryl, what's this?" My father fumed, finding almost an ounce in the box.
"Marijuana..." I muttered.
"WHAT?! Speak up!" He yelled, getting angrier and angrier.
"Frank, calm down. No need to yell at her." My mom said in my defence.
"You're right, Lisa. Look, Cheryl, I'm sorry. I'm just not happy with the fact that my only daughter is smoking pot." My dad calmed down and left for his study.
I looked at my mom, sad and defeated. I began crying and sobbing hysterically. My mother wrapped her arms around me.
"Honey, don't worry. We're not mad at you, just disappointed you didn't tell us. We don't mind that you do, just don't go any deeper into drugs. Your father knows all about dangerous drugs..." And she trailed off, continuing to sweep the floor.
I headed to my father's study, knocked on the door.
"Come in!" His voice boomed. I slowly turned the doorknob and went inside.
"Cheryl, you should have told me. I wish you would have told me." He said, tears in his eyes.
That's about when he told me about his many years of use of cocaine, heroin and acid as a teenager. He told me that he didn't mind me smoking pot, just not to do anything worse.
"Dad, I did shrooms the other day. I just figured I'd be honest..."
"On your birthday?" He asked. I nodded, looking down.
"I just don't want to lose my baby to drugs...that's all. You be careful and you listen to me and your mother, got it?" He demanded, hugging me tight.
"Got it."
"Now, let's go smoke a joint..."