Mother s Little Helper Her Mother s DaughterChapter 5
Mother's Little Helper Chapter Five I needed a snort of that coke and I had it before I even left the driveway, promptly backing into our mailbox two minutes later. That made me laugh and swear and try it again. That pill hadn't been enough. Two pills and a hit of coke, now two hits, it wasn't enough. Not for a day like the one I was having and I wasn't in a mood for more family court in my kitchen. "Fuck him." I shook my head, driving slowly because I knew I was fucked up. I went...