Our little family

19. vulnerable

"You're safe, it's okay"

I whispered to Casey who was seated next to me in the car.

Liz was driving and I sat in the middle of the backseat, Sam on my lap and Casey on my left, her head burried into my shoulder as she was still drugged and crying.

"We can't take them home"

Liz thought loudly.

"Neither do we have diapers or really anything the tiny human needs, nor will the others get any sleep when we bring him into the mansion and as I suspect we won't be seperating them we will end up with four tired and confused women standing around them."

"We'll take her home"

I decided and Liz gave me a skeptical glance through the mirror.

"You gonna send her home alone with a baby after beeing drugged by a psycho-"

Liy stated ironically but I interrupted, not able to hear it again.

"I will go with her"

Liz went quiet.

"Okay"

She said and nodded to herself.

"That'll be the best"

She added and I nodded before we silently drove through the night.

It was the first ride in Lizs car where the radio stayed off - something had happened that not even the best music could reverse.

***

"I'll see you"

Liz said as she gave me a reassuring smile and drove off.

"You're home"

I told Casey, who was able to walk with lots of support by now.

She mumbled something but her words wouldn't make sense.

Luckily I had found her key in the bag she had with her so I was able to unlock the door and place her on the sofa.

I put Sam onto his blancet where he played with a mobilee above him peacefully so I sat down next to Casey.

I placed a glass of water on the table and looked over at her, not sure of what to do.

"I'm so- hot"

She suddenly mumbled and I thought for a solution.

"Wait a second"

I then said as I went over to the freezer, searching for something cool.

I turned around with a cooling pad when I froze.

Casey had gotten up from the sofa, shackily holding herself on her legs while she had pulled her dress off herself.

Now she was standing in the room barefoo, her bra and panties beeing the only fabric that covered her and I stared at her, my breath becoming quicker.

This wasn't the time to admire her but my eyes couldn't focus on wnything but her raw self.

I had no idea how to react to this.

I had no idea what was going on inside of her.

"It's so hot"

Casey whined, her eyes still squeezed from the drugs as she suddenly started scratching her arms like they were full of mosquito bites and she began to cry in panic.

The drugs myst be causing her delusions.

"Hey-hey-hey"

I whispered when I held onto her arms, keeping her from hurting herself.