The Secret Child (Axl Rose FanFic)

Part 17.

*1 month later*

"Lils! Time for school!"
I heard my dads voice from the other side of the closed door. The only thing I could muster was a loud groan as I covered my face with the pillow.

"I'm not going..." I mumbled through the pillow case. Within a split second, my door opened and I felt, what I could imagine, was my dad standing next to my bed with his hands on his hips and his leg stuck out to the side.

"Why don't you want to go to school" he asked before removing the pillow from my face.
The sun from the windows stung my eyes as I barely adjusted them to the bright light.

"I just don't want to go" I replied as I slowly sat up in bed. I was able to walk and sit up now after months of therapy but my walking came with a slight limp and my back was very stiff in the morning. Healing would take time and I know that, but my lack of patients has been my downfall and irritability became by best friend.

"Well you have to go so get up" he walked out of my room and closed the door behind him so I could get dressed. Looking at the clothes I laid out the night before, I sighed before reaching out and grabbing them off the chair. Slipping into my high rise Levi shorts and pulling on a light gray cropped tank top, I bent down and slipped my feet into some dark red vans.

"Fuck this shit...." I mumbled to myself as I slowly stood up from the bed and slumped to the bathroom to straighten my hair and put on some make up in hopes that I would look like a living person and NOT the walking dead. Turning to the full length mirror I turned around slightly to see part of the scar on my back from surgery showing in the inch opening from my shirt to my shorts. I've lived self consciously about my scar showing from the embarrassment of having to learn how to stand and walk again, I didn't like feeling dependent on others but that was all changing, I was slowly becoming accepting of the scar but my limp I still wasn't comfortable with. Sighing loudly trying to shake off the feeling of this shit day, I make my way out of the room and towards the staircase heading to the kitchen.

"Finally, how are you feeling?" My dad asked picking his head up from where he was standing in the kitchen on his phone. He got into the habit of asking me the same question every day and even though it was annoying, I just let him ask because I knew, in someway, it helped him.

"Stiff, but alright I guess. Are you dropping me off?" I asked as I grabbed an apple and my backpack. He looked at me curiously before throwing his keys at me. Catching them I looked at him confused.

"Nope, you're driving today" he replied as I sighed and shook my head.

"You're letting me drive your car?" I asked still standing there like an idiot.

"Yup, now let's go. We'll switch when we get there" my dad grabbed his sunglasses and wallet as he made his way to the driveway with me following him.

That small 20 minute drive felt like it took forever, he never stopped talking and all I wanted was peace and quiet. I almost felt a small glimmer of hope seeing the entrance to the school as I pulled up and hopped out.

"Text me when you're done, is Jake picking you up?" He asked as I stood on the sidewalk.

"No he has work today, I'm gonna walk there when I get out." I informed him as he gave me a hug before getting in the car and driving off. I looked around at all of the kids walking in the building from where I was leaning against the wall.

'Yeahhh.....I'm not going to school today' I thought to myself as I smiled and rolled my eyes before making my way around the side of the building and walking towards the wooded area. Today I'm doing what I want.