Chapter III : Busted by Lois
By now, Meg was getting used to the weekly 'once a week' smoke, Down in the basement.
Peter Didn't even ask her why she would spend half A saturday night in the basement, Probably doing nothing down there.
Lois however, Did not only find this strange, But also had noticed some weird behaviour, Around some points of the week.
On a Friday, Meg Starteled somewhat, Before quickly closing her sock drawer, When Lois entered her room, To tell her that diner was done.
Meg became nervous each time, When she got out her stash from it's hiding place, But feld somewhat better, When she took a seat on the old couch, Standing in the basement.
But before she could even light a joint, The basement door opened softly, Meg still getting ready to get high from the sweet leaf.
She never even noticed that there was someone coming down the stairs.
She had just taken her first drag, When a familiar voice sended chills up her spine.
'Megan Josephine Christianne Griffin, Is that weed you're smoking!?'
Slowly, Meg turned her head around, Seeing Lois standing behind her, Holding a plastic Baggie in front of her, Filled to the rim with weed.
Meg had never seen her that angry before, Not even since Peter sold the piano to turn their house into a copy of candyland.
Lois took the joint from her mouth, Tossed it onto the ground and stomped her foot onto it.
'Upstairs Meg.' Lois told her, Slightly grinding her teeth, Talking the words trought her teeth.
'But...' Meg replied...
'Now!' Lois interrupted her, Followed by her clenching her teeth tightly together, As they were glued stuck on top of each other.
15 minutes later...
Meg was sitting in the kitchen, With Lois and Peter on the same diner table, Where they had breakfast every day.
Peter looked more upset then he usually did, When something wend wrong.
Lois took the bag of weed again, This time trowing it in front of Meg.
She looked pretty much pissed off, Shaking her head in A no movement.
'Who gave you this?' Peter asked his own daughter, Who was now sitting there in shame of getting caught with something like soft drugs.
Meg gave no responce, Just A soft huff, Sometimes glancing at the small baggie in front of her.
Again Peter asked her who gave it to her, But still no responce, Just another huff...
'And no huffing younglady.' This time coming from Lois, Who was losing her patience by the minute.
I... I Can't tell...' Was Meg's only replie...
Quickly she thought back at the time, When Jack Hailey had gaven her some Jack Herer, But that was a month ago, And she had finished that baggie a longer time ago.
She later on scored some K2, Behind her school, A 50 $ Bag from Jack's brother Stephan.
Jack had given her the warning not to get that much at the same time, But she ignored this and still did... And if Jack would find out, He would even kill his own mental deranged labeled brother.
Lois got up, Shoved the bag in Meg's face and laughed out of a tensious reaction to her mentioning that she could not tell her.
Lois opened the baggie, Mixed it up with plain tobacco and made her a joint.
'So you want to get stoned?' Lois asked annoyd... 'Then smoke it.'
She lighted it and instantly shoved it in her own daughters mouth, Telling her to have the guts to smoke it with them around.
Nervously, Meg toog A drag, Slowly inhaling the smoke... She slowy exhaled only seconds after that.
Meg feld somewhat getting high again, Lois now stunned by what she saw... Her own daughter was using drugs in front of her.
She got the same tired look in her eyes Lois had mentioned to Peter before, But he was drunk that night, Chucking down Pawtucket patriot ale.
Meg slowly finished the joint, Trying to buy herself some time to think of an excuse, Where she got the stuff from in the first place.
Secondly, She feld weirder then usual, A higher level of THC had manifested within her lungs this time.
'I Try to keep the kids away from it.' Lois Told herself out loud 'And now i got a weed smoking daughter...'
She stared at Meg, Seemingly still nervously taking slow drags from the splif, Inhaling all the smoke she could... Was she challenging her own mother at the moment?
When Meg took the last drag, She sickenly extinguished it in the palm of her hand, Instead of in the ashtray on the table, Shocking Lois even more at the point.
Lois got up from her chair again, Slapping Meg hard in the face, With a face full of disgussed...
'Go upstairs!' Lois yelled... 'Tomorow we will think of a punishment good enough for you!'
She got up slowly and walked to her room... Stoned as hell again, But this time she didn't enjoy too much, Touching the hand print on her cheek...
'Around 12:30 night time, Jack got back home, Drunk as hell, That happenned once a month...
Lois asked him a lot of questions, Meg could hear it trough the floorboards and the concrete...
All of a sudden, Jack let loose of his anger... 'SON OF A BITCH, I DID NOT SELL HER ANY WEED!'
