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Mother's Little Helper II
Copyright 2007 Evil Little Sister Heavy Industries all rights
reserved. Intended for Adults Only.
Story Codes: (This Chapter) Teen Angst, Drugs, Mast
Synopsis: Fifteen year old Amy is a young woman alienated from her
suburban family by the pressures of growing up. When her mother
suddenly abandons the family, Amy's life is turned upside down as she
must somehow fill her mother's role and help her father care for Amy's
younger brother and sister.
Note: This story is the continuation of "Mother's Little Helper" and
begins roughly with events described in Chapter 4 of MLH. You should
read that story before starting this one.

Her Mother's Daughter
Fiction by Evil Little Sister

Chapter Two


Whatever those green and white pills were, they weren't sleeping
pills! It took a little while and it was kinda sneaky, but I suddenly
realized I was like wide awake. That's funny, cause I was wide awake
before too, but now I was more awake than I'd ever been in my whole
life. I felt great! I wasn't stressed about my mom anymore and that
was cool, I was concerned, yeah, but not going crazy over her like I
had been. My head felt clear, sort of, and it was totally the opposite
of what I'd felt smoking pot. I wasn't hungry or lazy. I was alright
and full of energy and I started thinking daddy really needed one of
these pills!

That was funny too. Lots of stuff was funny, but not like giggling
funny, just amusing in my head, like I was smiling all the time and
wouldn't ever stop. Things were gonna be okay. Mom would turn up,
someday, and things would go back to being normal. Except I wished
they wouldn't. I was folding up some clothes and putting them away, my
parents' clothes and I was in their bedroom and thinking, God! What if
mom came back and it was just like before? Wouldn't that suck? Like
dad not talking to me, mom just nagging me, JJ hating me...Oh, no way!
That would seriously blow, right?

It didn't make me feel down, or sad or whatever, it was just me
thinking, and I was like smiling because, nah...Mom wasn't going to come
back. She was off fooling around and so that left me here. The woman
of the house. I was the mommy now. That did make me giggle and that's
how my thoughts went, like round and round in funny circles. I'd have
one thought and then another, my brain going faster than I'd ever
thought possible, as if I was some kind of genius. I felt smarter too,
which was weird. Smart pills? That was cool.

I was the mommy, what an awesome thought. It was kinda true too,
because I was cleaning the house, taking care of my little brother and
sister, taking care of daddy. He'd been talking to me like I was the
mommy, like I was his wife, ohhh...I was smiling, putting away clothes
and I started thinking about my dad like, what if I was married to
him? If he wasn't my dad at all, but someone else. That's what it felt
like and I was looking through the dresser and thinking that my mom
had a lot of clothes, nice clothes too, some of them. Sexy clothes and
I wondered what that was like, being sexy and looking sexy and being
married.

My dad was sexy. I smiled and I knew it was true I'd just never
noticed before, like I knew I wasn't supposed to notice. It was sorta
wicked, thinking like that. He was though, tall and handsome, yeah.
I'd noticed before, but pretended not to. That was dumb wasn't it? Not
thinking about my dad cause he was my dad. But now he wasn't, not
anymore. Not if I was the mommy, right? If I cleaned and cooked and
took care of his kids, didn't that make me his wife? Yeah, I thought,
like we were married sorta. That's what it felt like, kinda, when he
called me, when he told me he loved me.

Daddy loved me. He didn't used to. He didn't even see me before, like
I was invisible. But mom was gone and dad was alone and he saw me now.
I was looking through my mom's stuff and I found some underwear, sexy
and black and so small I wondered how she got into them. Probably they
were old, like she hadn't worn them since their honeymoon maybe.
Honeymoon panties, all lace and silk and I felt warm all over. I was
mommy now, so this was my room, right? Mine and daddy's, mine and
Jack's. So all the stuff in it was mine too and I was taking off my
shorts.

I took off my ugly white panties, my little girl panties, cause I
wasn't a little girl anymore. I was married now and I took off my t-
shirt too, looking down at myself, looking in the mirror and I was
nice. More than nice, I was beautiful and glowing. I was soft and
smooth and sexy. I'd never really thought of myself as sexy before. I
liked my body, but I'd never loved it. Now I did though and I was
looking at myself hard. I was really sexy, even for just being
fifteen. My legs were perfect, I smiled and ran my hands up my smooth
thighs, and my pussy. Oh, my little pussy, only fucked twice and both
times by an amateur boyfriend.

"Amateur." I said out loud and I giggled.

Greg didn't know what he was doing, but daddy did. I rubbed my
fingertips through the fine wisps of light blonde hair that curled
just above my narrow slit. Daddy would know how to do it, he'd made
three babies. He'd made me and I was perfect. Oh, daddy would fuck me
good and teach me how, wouldn't he? I felt myself getting hotter,
right down there between my legs, and I moved my hand lower, feeling
my vulva, swollen and soft. I had a little fat there, a little teenage
baby fat and it was so soft and warm, and then my pussy. My sexy
little mouth and it was just a slit, turned inside like a little
girl's, and I played with it, rubbing it and feeling my lips tucked
inside.

This was new, all of it, the feelings, the looking and the touching.
I'd never touched myself before, like why would I? But I knew girls
could do it. Girls could jerk off like boys did. I'd heard some talk,
you know. I wasn't dumb and I'd been fingered before by Greg, his
clumsy hand working my pussy like it was just a meaty squeeze ball or
something, not a girl but something else. He didn't know how to do it
and his attempts had felt almost good, but not really. This felt good,
touching myself just a little, like tickling my pussy and taking my
time, looking at my sex like I'd never seen it before in my life. I
bit my lip as my thin pink pussy started to open, my labia slipping
out of my slit. They weren't exactly growing, but maybe they were
getting a little plump, a little fatter with my growing excitement.
Mostly I was just opening myself up, like a flower and sliding my
fingertip between my sexy lips while I explored my body.

This was way, way nice and getting nicer and I wanted to do it more,
but I wanted to do everything, and I was putting on those lacy black
panties, finding that they almost fit me okay. Just a little loose
over my pussy and I guess they were supposed to be tight, but loose
was okay. Loose was still sexy. They were soft and I could rub that
silk against my pussy and that felt really wicked too. I was looking
for something to put on top. The bra, wasn't there a bra to go with
these? I was giggling and my heart was thumping and my tummy twisting
up happily with excitement. I was wearing sexy clothes, the things mom
had worn when daddy fucked her. I dug through her panty draw and
gasped as I found a toy, like a secret buried away. A vibrator, my
mom's vibrator, how weird was that?

I'd heard of those, sure. Like who hasn't and a girl had even brought
one to school once, an older girl like seventeen and showing off, and
letting all the other girls look at it. This was long and smooth and
creamy white with a little round red cap thingy on the base and
turning it just a little made the vibrator hum and, well, vibrate! I
dropped it with a surprised giggle and then picked it up, feeling it
thrumming and humming and tickling my fingers, and I touched it to my
body, just to see what it felt like and it was okay, I guess. It felt
weird, not really like anything except if I rubbed it over my nipples,
ohhhh...That felt pretty intense. That felt really seriously intense, my
puffy pointy bubblegum nipples buzzed right along with it then and
that sensation was incredible! 

My sex! I rubbed that vibrator there too, trying it through those
panties. It was eight inches long probably and I slid it along my
pussy, with just that thin layer of lace between my sex and the
plastic, and that was like nothing I'd ever imagined. I could feel it,
yes I could. Especially at the top of my slit, or just inside maybe,
somewhere down there. I was buzzing too and something was throbbing
and it was making my whole body shiver, my knees shaking and I felt
like I was gonna fall on my butt. It was insane, rubbing that vibrator
over my pussy and rubbing my nipples with my other hand. Pinching
them, pulling a little, pretending like someone was biting me...Daddy
was biting my nipples. Sucking them hard while my clitty buzzed. Uh-
huh, I wasn't giggling anymore. I was breathing fast and heavy and
watching myself in the mirror, and wondering if daddy would like to
watch me too. If he was on the bed, touching his big cock, would he
like me? Would he love me?

I stopped before it got too good because I felt something, like I
didn't know what. Something inside me trying to get out. I was wet, I
realized, a lot more wet than Greg had ever gotten me in his car.
There were juices inside my thighs, running down my legs like I'd peed
myself, and those panties were damp now. I was pink and hot all over
and I put that vibrator down with shaky hands. I'd been doing it,
getting myself off and sometimes a girl could cum, I knew that. I even
thought I'd felt it before, once when Greg had been kissing me nice
and touching my body, when we'd first started going out. But I hadn't
cum at all, never in my life. Now I knew that for sure and I wanted
one, oh yeah! I wanted to cum really bad. But I wanted it to be with
my dad. I wanted him to make me cum the first time ever and share it
with me.

How bad is that? I rolled my eyes and smiled and looked some more,
finding the bra finally, the black silk one that went with the panties
and it wasn't a bra at all. It was just lace and soft sheer cups that
were supposed to hold a woman's tits, not support them or anything,
just hold them and make them sexy and look nice against her pale
flesh. Yeah and it was like one size fits all maybe, or something,
cause I put it on and it fit okay, except the cups were pretty loose,
kind of empty seeming, but still...It was sexy, wasn't it? Daddy would
like it, wouldn't he?

Yeah, he would. I put that vibrator in mom's nightstand, just in case
dad didn't know about it. That would be funny. I was the mommy and he
was the daddy and we were playing house! Why would I need a vibrator
if daddy was there? My mom was sick! Except...He was my dad. So what was
I thinking? I was high, that's what I was thinking, putting my big t-
shirt back on, over my new sexy underwear. The same sleepy-t I'd slept
in and now it was hiding that lingerie and I loved the feel of it, the
just knowing I was wearing it. How cool was that? I could wear that
underwear all night long and daddy wouldn't even know. Just me.

I put my shorts back on too, over the black panties, and smiled at
myself in the mirror. I looked just like I had before, but I was
different now. Underneath and inside. I was the new me, the new Amy,
and I wasn't a little girl anymore. No way! I was the mommy and that
was so cool. I liked being the mommy and I had no idea why. I was high
on mommy pills probably, that's what it was, and I laughed, going to
Jilly's room, just so I could see her and make sure she was okay. I
was being the mommy and checking my little girl and that was making me
throb all over too. I was hot for it and that was so weird it was
insane!

What kind of fantasy was this? Getting off on being my dad's wife and
my baby sister's mom, that didn't make any sense, but it was true and
I stood there in Jilly's room, her pretty pink nursery with teddy bear
wallpaper, rubbing my tummy, rubbing my tits through my t-shirt,
feeling the almost scratchy lace underneath sliding over my nipples,
up and down and all around. I was just looking at the little girl and
thinking it would be so cool if I really was a mommy and Jilly called
me that and forgot all about that other woman. Gina. The one that
didn't love us anymore.

It wasn't sex thoughts, not like real ones. It was something else,
just ideas flashing through my brain, images and feelings playing like
a slide show and going too fast for me to really understand what they
were or what they meant. I didn't want to be a mommy, did I? I wanted
to be a model and run away and be someone else and never, ever come
back to this place or see these people again...Right?

That was before though. That was the old Amy, the one that daddy
didn't love. The one that mommy nagged and yelled at and finally
slapped hard right across her pretty mouth. That Amy wasn't there
anymore. Mom had run away and taken that old me with her. Daddy loved
me again, he'd told me every chance he got too. He'd explained
everything, telling me how much he needed me, how important I was to
him now. Yeah, mom could stay gone forever and I'd be happy. That life
had sucked hard, but this one was better. I was gonna cum maybe, just
thinking that and looking at my sister, and I blinked and looked
around and laughed. 

Wow! Those pills were great!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I was busy, getting stuff done. All afternoon. After Jilly woke up I
held her for a little bit, reading a book to her ad kissing her. She'd
wanted mommy, you know, as soon as she'd opened her eyes she was
asking for mommy. I told her mommy was gone though and she wasn't
coming back and that made Jilly cry, but I was holding her and after a
little bit the girl stopped.

"I'll be your mommy now, okay?" I said. "You can call me mommy and
it'll be okay cause I love you. I won't ever leave you, okay?"

I was telling her that and I meant it, and I was even crying too and
Jilly was hugging me and it was a little better. She still wanted her
old mommy, but it was better and she even called me mommy, just once,
but she did it and I hugged my baby extra tight then. She was such a
good girl, such a smart girl. She'd call me mommy all the time pretty
soon and someday, maybe in a year maybe two, Jilly wouldn't even
remember her first mommy. She'd just remember me.

Love pills!

That's what they were, cause that's all I felt. Just love and I had
Jilly sitting down eating some sliced apple, cause she'd had enough
pudding already. She was smiling and kicking her legs and talking.
God! That little girl loves to talk, telling me about how she wanted a
horsy and a dog and some cats and some birds and a fish...On and on and
I was laughing and suggesting other things too, like giraffes and
elephants, and big bears with rubber claws and soft teeth who liked to
eat pancakes and cotton candy and wrestle all the time.

We were having fun, Jilly and me, and then JJ came home and he wasn't
a brat, he was just a kid, just a nine year old and I hugged him as
soon as he came in. I hugged him and kissed his head and asked him how
school was. I made him a sandwich, and some cookies and milk, and sat
down and listened to him talk. For the first time in my whole life I
heard what JJ had to say and it was fun. I laughed and clapped Jilly's
hands in mine when he told me about how they were doing math and he
was the only one who knew the right answers. I told him he was smart
and I was so proud of him. He was smiling too. God! He was glowing and
happy and I'd spent so much time focused on him that JJ didn't even
ask where his mom was, like he'd forgotten all about her. Like I was
his mom.

I helped Jack Junior with his homework after he ate, me and Jilly
both. She sat in my lap and we traced maps with our fingers while JJ
tried to find Brazil in his atlas. It was so totally cool and I
wondered how mom ever got tired of this? She must have been really
crazy if she left all this for some other guy, some druggie asshole
who probably just wanted to fuck her all the time. She should have
taken one of those pills, that's what I was thinking. If mom had taken
a pill, just one, she'd still be here. I knew for sure mom wasn't
using drugs then, because I'd taken one of those green and white happy
mommy love pills and all I wanted to do was be with my family.

Mom was crazy!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

And I was formulating a plan inside my happy horny head. Horny? I
giggled and yeah, why not? I had mom's purse and decided to keep those
pills. They were sorta handy, but the other stuff, the powder, we
didn't need that. Mommy could have it. Oh yeah, that was mom's drugs
now. I put that back in her purse and then I thought about it. That
little bag looked kinda lonely without any pills at all, so I put some
in there with it. Not the green and white ones, no, I needed those. I
popped four of my birth control pills out of the dispenser and put
them in the little bag the green ones had been inside. I put those in
mom's purse too and maybe daddy would know what those pretty heart
shaped pills were and maybe he wouldn't. If he didn't, well, I'd just
have to tell him.

But what if he knew they were mine? I bit my lip and my brain was
working really fast, really good. Daddy wouldn't know, I'd bet money
on that. Mom had put the pills and my thong in her nightstand, but dad
wouldn't have looked in there for anything, probably. Not while he was
busy worrying about other stuff. And if he had...I put my birth control
pills and my thong right back where I found them, just I case. Dad
wouldn't notice there were six more missing than before, would he? No.
I'd say I lost those pills like two weeks ago, they'd disappeared and
the dispenser had been full. Brand new, daddy, I swear! Mommy must
have been taking my birth control pills! But why would she do that
daddy? I thought you couldn't make babies anymore?

That's what I'd say, all innocent with my wintry eyes opened wide, my
blonde hair falling around my pretty face. Daddy couldn't make babies,
I knew that. Mom had explained that when she'd explained about the
birds and the bees and why I wasn't gonna have anymore brothers or
sisters after Jilly was born, because she had been pregnant and so
happy to explain everything, even daddy's vasectomy. Mom didn't want
to have more babies with men who could make them, obviously. Daddy
would have to realize that and it would hurt. It would hurt a lot
getting the truth like that, but I'd be there to make that hurt go
away and comfort him.

I'd make it all better for him. He just needed a pill, that's all, I'd
have to figure out a way to give it to him and then he could relax.
He'd be happy and forget all about his drug addicted slut wife. His
slutty ex-wife, I mean, cause dad would have a brand new one. A young
pretty one who loved him and wouldn't carry drugs in her purse or
steal birth control pills from her own daughter. God! That woman was
sick! I giggled happily and my heart thumped and it was all gonna be
okay. Even if mom did come back, she wouldn't be welcome. Not anymore.
Not after the police found her cocaine and if she tried too hard to
come back, well, just wait until the social workers heard about how
she like to touch me in the bathtub when I was little, probably Jilly
too. Mom was sick, I'd tell them, but I'd loved her and she'd made me
promise never to tell.

Yeah, mom wasn't gonna be mom anymore. I was gonna take care of
everything.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I had the house all cleaned up. I had JJ and Jilly cleaned up too.
Homework was done, the kids were happy. JJ was playing his Xbox, Jilly
was coloring, and I was getting myself ready for my dad. I took a
bath, a real one in the bathroom that my mom used to use, the one off
the master bedroom. I used her bath beads too, the ones that smelled
like fresh peaches, cause she wasn't gonna need them anymore. I even
used mom's razor, except I was kind of nervous. I didn't have any hair
except on my head and on my pussy, but after about fifteen minutes of
careful shaving, really careful shaving, I didn't have any hair down
there anymore.

I hoped daddy liked my new pink smooth almost a virgin pussy.

It felt funny and looked like I was twelve again, but sexy too. Guys
liked that stuff, or so I'd heard. That's what Stacy had said once and
I'd thought she was just being weird, you know, like being a slut and
talking about her pussy like that. She'd told mom though, and me too
since I wasn't all that far away and they'd been drinking wine anyway,
so they didn't care. All men liked shaved pussy, uh-huh, they love it
more than anything. I hoped so, cause I was seriously shaved now!

I put that black underwear back on and a nice skirt, one of mine and
it wasn't really short or anything. It wasn't like mom would let me
actually own a miniskirt! God! That would be the end of life as we
know it. But it was nice and just above my knees, baby blue and thin
and I had the perfect top to go with it, my yellow blouse that was
just thin enough so the black bra showed through, but only like a
shadow. Daddy would wonder if he was really seeing a black sexy lace
bra on me or not, and he wouldn't ask. Not my dad!

My hair was brushed and silky, shiny like molten gold, and I put just
a little makeup on. Not my own, since all I had was girly makeup, like
kids get. I used my mom's, some red lipstick and some blue eye shadow,
but not too much. Just enough to make my eyes look super intense, as
if they weren't already. I was hot! Yeah, like beautiful, and he had
to love me. Dad didn't have any choice, not anymore. I was perfect and
he was almost home. I double checked everything and put my mom's purse
on top of the refrigerator, like I'd forgotten all about it. This was
gonna be perfect, I thought, and I was giddy with excitement, like
crazy with it, and those pills lasted a long time! God! It was like
three hours already, almost four and I still felt great!

Mom shoulda taken a pill! A chill pill! I giggled and now I was just
waiting for daddy to come home so we could order pizza and call the
police and do whatever else we had to do before the kids went to bed.

"Hi!" I was smiling, opening the door even before my dad could reach
for it and his weary face brightened when he saw me.

"Hi Amy." He smiled back and as daddy came into the house I gave him a
hug, feeling his free arm going around me, hugging me back as I stood
tip-toe and kissed his cheek.

He set his briefcase down and looked around and then at me, taking me
in from head to foot and back up slowly. 

"JJ...Jilly, your daddy's home." I called out and that made me giggle
because Jilly was squealing and we could hear her soft footsteps as
she came running. Daddy needed some hugs and Jilly was bringing an
armload.

"You look nice." Dad told me, just before his left leg was wrapped up
tightly by his three year old daughter.

"Yeah." I shrugged like it was nothing. "I feel good too."

Inside I was quivering though! Daddy thought I looked nice and the way
his eyes had looked at me I knew he meant really nice, like beautiful
nice, maybe even sexy nice. He wouldn't admit it though, not even to
himself. Not yet. But I understood what he meant and I liked it a lot.

"Hi dad." JJ was giving his father a hug too and it was way cool
seeing our father getting lots of love after a long day worrying in
his office.

"I didn't order any pizza yet." I said, "I didn't know if you wanted
to call the, you know..."

"Yeah, um..." Dad nodded slowly, looking up and he had to call the
police now. It was seventy-two hours already. "...Go ahead and order and
then I'll call them and we'll see what happens. What did Stacy say?"

"Nothing." I shrugged. "If someone needs to talk to her, she said
she'd help, you know."

"Yeah." Dad said. "Hey! Who wants pizza?"

"Pizza!" Jilly grinned and daddy was handing her to me. 

"Pepperoni, dad!" JJ loved pizza, like who doesn't?

"You guys come with me, we'll order some." I said. "Let daddy relax a
little, huh? Why don't you go take a shower, dad. I got the kids."

"Okay, yeah." Dad gave me a grateful smile and I think he was
impressed, really. It was so cool getting that look and I had to kiss
him again, just on the cheek.

"I missed you." I giggled at the look on his face.

We got pizza ordered and after his shower dad called the police. They
wanted him to go to the station, but after he explained he was alone
with three kids, the police decided to send someone, so that was cool.
It worked out pretty good anyway cause the policeman showed up right
after the pizza guy did and JJ and Jilly were in the living room
watching penguins in Happy Feet, while me and daddy were in the
kitchen with the cop. I was a little nervous, being still pretty high
off that pill, but dad was there and the policeman only looked at me
when he wanted to check me out, which was like every three minutes and
I think daddy noticed. He was a young guy too, probably a rookie, and
I was trying to hide my smiles.

The cop had a report to fill out, a questionnaire sorta, and I
listened while daddy answered. Some of it was pretty personal too,
well, like a lot of it was. Did mom have a boyfriend? Did mom like
take off sometimes for no good reason? Did she get any strange phone
calls? Did daddy look through the house, through the bedroom for
anything strange? Did we notice any strangers, or cars that didn't
belong in our neighborhood? What happened the last time we saw her?
Stuff like that.

We answered too, every question we could. Or at least daddy did, I
just added little things once in awhile. Like how mom was abusive,
slapping me and stuff. Daddy frowned, but he didn't say anything or
stop me. I told him how mom had scared Jilly and almost dropped her
out of the highchair. All that stuff. The policeman was nodding and
writing it down and then he asked dad for some pictures, one he could
have for the file. Daddy had to go find one, since the one in his
wallet was kind of old.

"Oh...I have my mom's purse." I said, like I'd just remembered. "I
didn't open it or anything, you gotta like dust for fingerprints and
stuff right?"

"Uh..." The policeman chuckled. "...I don't know about that, really."

I was standing on my tip-toes, more than I needed to and sticking my
butt out, just because it was fun teasing that guy. I really was horny
and it was so weird. I mean, I was never horny. That was why Greg had
broken up with me, but now I was. I was like, God! I just want
attention, not really touching or whatever. I didn't want to kiss that
cop. But just being looked at like I was a woman, you know? Not a kid,
but a grown up girl and beautiful and sexy. He wanted me and that was
so cool. It would make daddy jealous, I hoped. That's what I really
wanted.

"You don't have to look in it?" I asked, turning my head and looking
over my shoulder, sort of frozen as I reached for the purse.

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to look." He shrugged and blinked at
me, blushing a little and looking away quickly as my dad was coming
back into the kitchen.

"Look at what?" Dad asked, sort of frowning at the policeman, and he
was jealous! Or maybe just being protective of his daughter, but that
was still cool and my heart jumped a little.

Before my mom left us, daddy wouldn't even have cared who was looking
at me I bet! He cared now though.

"Mom's purse." I said, getting it down. "He's gonna look for
fingerprints and stuff."

"No, not fingerprints, but there might be something useful, an address
book or something." The police officer corrected me with a little
smile. "Uh, I need your permission to look inside, sir."

"What? Sure, yeah. Go ahead." Dad shrugged and I sat down, trying to
control my excitement.

We watched while the cop looked inside, pulling out all the junk.
Mom's wallet and brush, that stuff. I heard one zipper open and then
close and then the other and the cop suddenly looked very serious.

"You haven't looked in here since..." The cop was looking at me.

"Since Stacy brought it over." I shrugged. "I just put it on the
fridge."

The cop pulled the two baggies out, the one with the powder in it and
the one with those four little pills and set them down carefully on
the table. My dad blinked rapidly, looking like someone had just
punched him hard in the guts and he turned grey, like ashes. I looked
at him and then at the cop, trying my best to look confused.

"What's that stuff?" I asked.

"I'm not sure." The policeman replied slowly. "Sir, you say your wife
didn't have a drug problem?"

"I..." Dad could barely speak. "...I don't know."

"It looks like, well...It's probably cocaine." The cop said. "Or...I
dunno, heroine?"

"But..." Daddy narrowed his eyes. "...Gina wouldn't do that stuff. She's...
Oh, Jesus. What are those? The pills? What are those for?"

"I don't know, sir." The cop frowned. "They could be almost anything.
We'll have to get the lab to..."

"I know what those are." I said, like I was totally surprised.

"You do?" Both men said almost in unison, staring at me.

"Those are my birth control pills." I said and then looked at daddy
and then down quickly, blushing for real.

"Are you sure?" The cop asked.

"Yeah." I said softly, feeling my dad's eyes staring at me, but he
already knew. Mom had told them she'd found them in my room.

"I lost them like a couple weeks ago." I shrugged. "Um...I think my mom
found them and..."

"She was using them?" My dad asked and I glanced at him, just
shrugging.

"It looks like it." The cop said needlessly. "I'll have to call this
in, I'm not sure what the procedure is now..."

The cop put everything back in the purse, even the drugs, right where
he found them, and he was keeping that purse handy. He had a radio on
his belt and he stepped off to call the police station on it.

"Why would mommy take my birth control pills?" I asked my dad. "I mean...
Use them?"

"I don't know." He said, but he knew perfectly why.

"Mom said you couldn't make babies." I said. "You had a...Watchamacallit
thing."

"Vasectomy." Dad sighed.

"So why would she take those? There should be more though." I told
him, like rubbing it in and I felt bad. "My prescription was brand
new. I only took like two of them."

"Maybe, uh..." Daddy stopped talking cause there wasn't any maybe. Mom
was fucking around and now he knew it for sure, even if she wasn't.

"Do you think she was taking drugs? That other stuff?" I wondered.
"Maybe that's why she was kinda crazy?"

"I don't know, Amy." Dad closed his eyes and I leaned over, moving my
chair close so I could hug him.

"Sir? There's going to be a detective coming by and, uh, he'll have
some more questions for you." The cop said. "If, you wouldn't mind,
when he gets here we'd like to look around? Maybe your wife, well...
There might be other drugs and with small children around..."

"Yeah." Daddy sighed. "I know."

We could have made them get a search warrant, but daddy wasn't hiding
anything. The other policemen were polite anyway and they didn't tear
the house up or anything. They were quiet and respectful, going
through the bathrooms mostly, the kitchen, dad's bedroom too. Quick
looks in the rest of the house, but I don't think they really expected
to find anymore drugs. They found my birth control pills though, since
they weren't even hiding, just sitting in the nightstand.

"Mom must have been taking them." I said when the police showed the
dispenser to me and daddy. "I only took two and now they're half
gone."

I think if my mom had come home right then dad would have slapped her
face and kicked her out. He didn't look too happy at all. His wife was
a drug using slut and the police were searching our house like we were
criminals, looking for drugs. Dad wasn't gonna be arrested or
anything, they weren't his and the police knew it, but it was still
embarrassing. Jilly was crying and it was getting late so I gave her a
bath and put her to bed. JJ was wondering what was going on, he
thought it was kinda cool, but scary too and he stayed close to dad
until it was time for him to go to bed too.

By nine o'clock they were done and gone, taking mom's purse with them
after making an inventory for daddy to sign. They were gonna test the
powder, but the one detective was a narcotics guy and he said he knew
what it was. Cocaine for sure and we didn't doubt it. Mom was gonna be
in a lot of trouble when she came home, that was for sure. Stacy might
be in trouble as well because the police were going to visit her next.
They were gonna search the van too, maybe haul it to the police
station for all we knew.

Yeah, I thought, mom was really going away now. Every little bit of
her, even the part inside my dad's broken heart.



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end of chapter 02
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