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Her Mother's Daughter
by rache



~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 totally wide awake. That's funny, cause I'd been wide awake before too, but now I felt more awake than I'd ever been in my whole life. I felt great! I wasn't stressed about my mom anymore either and that was cool, I was still concerned, yeah, but not going crazy over her like I'd been. My head felt clear, sort of, and completely 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 seemed pretty funny for some reason. 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 started 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 always ignoring 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 had to smile 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 with 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 would be cool.

I'm the mommy, what an awesome thought. It seemed 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 smiled, putting away clothes and thinking about my dad. Like, what if I was really married to him? If he wasn't my dad at all, I mean, but someone else. That's what it felt like and I looked through the dresser and realized that my mom had a lot of clothes I'd never really seen before. Nice clothes that she'd never worn around the house, some of them. Sexy clothes and I wondered what that felt like, being sexy and looking sexy and being married.

My dad was sexy. I smiled and knew it was true. I'd just never noticed before, like I knew I wasn't supposed to notice. It seemed sorta wicked, thinking like that. He was though, tall and handsome, yeah. I'd noticed that before, but pretended not to. That's dumb, huh? Not thinking about my dad cause he's 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, especially when he called me and told me he loved me, I just didn't realize it at the time.

Daddy loved me. He didn't used to. He didn't even see me before, like I was invisible. But with Mom gone and him being all alone, he saw me now. I looked through my mom's stuff and found some underwear, sexy and black and so small I wondered how she ever got into them. Probably they were old, like she hadn't worn them since their honeymoon maybe. Honeymoon panties, all lace and satin, and I felt warm all over as I held the flimsy lingerie in my hands. I was mommy now, so this was my room, right? Mine and Daddy's. Mine and Jack's, I corrected myself, so all the stuff in it had to be mine too.

"Yeah. I'm the mommy now." I started ubuttoning my cut-off 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 deciding I looked okay. More than okay, which was why guys like Greg were so hot for me. My naked reflection was beautiful and glowing, soft and smooth and sexy. I'd never really thought of myself as sexy before. I liked my body, I guess, but I'd never loved it or even appreciated it very much. Now I did though and I stared 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 giggled.

Greg didn't have a clue what he was doing in bed, but Daddy would definitely know how to touch me just right. How to make me feel like a woman.. I rubbed my fingertips through the fine wisps of light blonde hair that curled just above my narrow slit. Daddy would know how make love and 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 to feel my vulva swollen and soft. I had a little fat there, a little teenage baby fat and it felt so smooth 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 myself all over 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 almost felt good, but not really. This felt great though, 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 building excitement. Mostly I just opened myself up like a flower, sliding my fingertip between my sexy lips while I explored my body.

This felt way, way nice and the more I touched myself, the nicer it got. I wanted to do it more, but I wanted to do everything, and I put on those lacy black panties, finding that they almost fit me okay. Just a little loose over my pussy and probably they were supposed to be tight, but loose seemed okay. Loose was still sexy. They were soft and I could rub that satin against my pussy and that felt really wicked too. I looked for something to put on top. The bra. Wasn't there a bra to go with these? I giggled and my heart thumped and my tummy twisted 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? 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. Turning it just a little made the vibrator hum and, well, vibrate! I dropped it with a surprised gasp and then picked it up, feeling it thrumming and humming and tickling my fingers. 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. Oh yeah, I could feel everything, especially at the top of my slit, or just inside maybe. Somewhere down there I was buzzing too and something started throbbing and it made my whole body shiver, my knees shook and I felt like I'd fall on my butt in a second. 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 and touching his big cock, jerking off while I played with myself. Would he like me? Would he love me that way?

I stopped before it got too good because I felt something, like I didn't know what. Something inside me trying to get out. My pussy had started getting wet, I realized, a lot wetter 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 really much of 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, because I put it on and it fit okay, except the cups were pretty loose, kind of empty seeming, but still…I looked sexy, right? Daddy would like me, 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 when I had a perfectly good husband? My mom was sick! Except…He's my dad. So what was I thinking? I must be high, that's what I thought, putting my big t-shirt back on over my new sexy underwear. The same sleepy-t I'd slept in and now it hid 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 she wasn't a little girl anymore. No way! She 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 had to be the mommy and check on my little girl and that made me throb all over too. I was hot for it and that seemed 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. 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 just looked at the sleeping little girl and thought 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.

They weren't sexual thoughts, not like real ones, but 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 had been 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 that 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 would be way 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!

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I stayed busy getting stuff done all afternoon. After Jilly woke up I held her for a little bit, reading a book to her and kissing her. She'd wanted Mommy, you know; as soon as she'd opened her eyes she'd asked for Mommy. I told her Mommy was gone though and she wasn't coming back and that made Jilly cry, but I held her tight 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 told her that and I meant it, and I even cried a little too. Jilly hugged me back and that made it 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 that other woman; she'd only remember me.

Love pills!

That's what they were, because 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 kept 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 laughed 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'd been the only one who knew the right answers. I told him he was smart and I felt so proud of him. He smiled too. God! He was glowing and happy and I'd spent so much time focused on him that JJ didn't even ask where our 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!

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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 or heroin or whatever that stuff was, 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.

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I had the house all cleaned up. I had JJ and Jilly cleaned up too. Homework had been done, the kids were happy. While JJ played on his Xbox and Jilly colored on the floor next to him, I started 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 at all 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, she'd said. Uh-huh, they love it more than anything. I hoped so, because 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 looked 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 felt 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 just had to wait 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 said, smiling and opening the door even before my dad could reach for it. 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 squealed and we could hear her soft footsteps as she came running. Daddy needed some hugs and Jilly was bringing an armload.

"You look nice," he 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 gave him 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 to find my eyes, and he had to call the police now. It had been 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," he said. "Hey! Who wants pizza?"

"Pizza!" Jilly grinned as Daddy handed her to me. 

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

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

"Okay, yeah." He gave me a grateful smile and I think he was really impressed. Seriously. It was so cool getting that look and I had to kiss him again, just on the cheek, but pretty close to his mouth too.

"I missed you," I whispered and then 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 felt a little nervous, being still pretty high on 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. He was a young guy too, probably a rookie, and I think Daddy noticed the cop's interest. I really liked the idea of Daddy being jealous. 

The policeman had a report to fill out, a questionnaire sorta, and I listened while my dad answered. Some of it seemed pretty personal too, well, like a lot of it. 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? Did they argue? 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. Dad frowned, but he didn't say anything or stop me. I told the cop how she'd scared Jilly and almost dropped her out of the highchair. All that stuff. The policeman kept nodding and writing it down and then he asked Dad for a picture of Mom, 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 stood on my tip-toes, more than I needed to, and stuck my butt out, just because it was fun teasing that guy. I really felt horny and it was so weird. I mean, I'd never been horny in my life. That's why Greg had broken up with me, but now I was. I felt like 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 catching him 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 came 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 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, and all 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 stared at me.

"Since Stacy brought it over," I said. "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, heroin?"

"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 explained. "Um…I think my mom found them and…"

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

"It looks like it," the cop said needlessly, but he seemed more interested in the baggy. "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 Mom 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…" He 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 went 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 nodded. "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 started crying and it had gotten sorta late so I gave her a bath and put her to bed. JJ wondered 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.

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 turned out to be a narcotics guy and he said he knew what it was, cocaine, and we didn't doubt it. Mom would be in a lot of trouble when she came home, that's 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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