LEILA {ongoing}

3.

**TW: Drug Use**

The week ambles on without much of anything happening. Boring, I know.

I didn't end up going to school on Friday, I was in so much pain. I sent dad so many appreciation texts all day for getting my medication.

By the time mum and dad got home from work, I was blissfully high and happily not in pain. Well not as much, atleast.

"Gorgeous girl, I hope you haven't had too much of that today." Dad is the best. Like THE.ACTUAL.BEST.

"It's fine dad, this is only number 2." giving him the peace sign and a big smile.

"Ok good. Now, remember, you can't bring this onto school grounds. So if you need any pain killers, your going to have to use the oil."

"Why?" I whine.

"Because... technically it's illegal," he reminds me as he takes a hold of the joint, taking a pull.

"DAVID!" my mother scolds. "Hand that over Mr.!"

Strolling over to my mum, who is standing at the back door, dad looks like a naughty child. Handing it to her, she too takes a short breath in and gently smiles as she exhales.

My parents everybody.

Like I said, the absolute best.

"How ya feeling, sweetie?" mum passes me back my joint, which I put out, as she takes a seat next to me. I'm currently sitting on our porch swing out the back. Tucked in a bunch of blankets, propped up by a few cushions. I made this my home for the day, bringing out snacks, water my laptop and a couple of books.

"I'm feeling much better than I was. You know how it gets. I'll be fine by tomorrow."

"Ok good," she sighs tucking me under her arm, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

Part of the reason I stuck to being home schooled was due to these painful flareups. There's no real consistency to them. They just arrive out of nowhere, leaving me immobile for a day or two. The surgeries I had helped a bit. Without them, I would be in living hell everyday.

Dad comes back out, handing a cup of tea to mum. Taking a seat across from us, he sits on the steps, eyeing me up, "So, how really was your first 4 days at school?"

I drop my head, raising a brow. "How do you think."

"Your mum tells me you want to drop out and start working."

"It's not dropping out when I've already finished Year 12 dad." I whinge. Feeling mum smile against my head.

"Hun, it was either this or send you to college, and that wasn't going to happen for multiple reasons."

"Yea, one major reason being that I don't want to go!"

"Well as your dear old dad was born and raised here in the brilliant US of A, it shouldn't take as long for you to get your citizenship. Once that goes through, IF you still want to finish up school, be my guest."

"IF!? There's no if's about it. I'd happily work anywhere. I'm so fricken bored dad."

"Well, how about making a few friends to pass the time, hey." He grins.

Mum's been stroking my hair this whole time. I sigh into her, closing my eyes. When the pain dissipates, a wave of exhaustion follows and it's just about here.

"How about we get Pizza tonight and snuggle up on the couch." Mum suggests.

Mum helps my up off the swing and up the stairs into the bathroom. I take a very hot, but quick shower before sprawling myself on the couch for the rest of the night.