The kettle was boiled. Tammy gently removed it from its holder and watched the steam rise from her cuppa. She then carefully measured out a teaspoon of cocaine and stirred it in. Nothing like the kick it gave her in the morning, really folks she could tell you.
She glided over to the love of her life, the apple of her eye, the only sweet thing in her life (other than her daily cocaine fix), her young one Leighton - James, oh how she loved him! Her little cute munchkin bunchkin! Her her honey-bum! The one who wasn't taken away! By those evil, EVIL men! Tammy shuddered to think of them, stomping around her house in their big black shoes, muddying her carpets, digging alarmingly close to her perfectly hidden stashes. She worked hard for that cocaine. It took many a many a night, you know. She was a hard working woman. When she wasn't lying on the sofa sobbing.
Her eyes landed on the pills on her sofa's armrest. She didn't need to take them today did she? She was feeling so much better. Her moods weren't really that bad. She was so happy with her honey buns! Tammy quickly picked up the pills and slipped them in the bin. There! Now it felt as if they never even existed!
Now it was a lovely day of being with her precious baby. Although he was almost 3 now... it truly was crazy how quickly the time went. It had been 20 years since she'd given birth to darling Terri. And 18 years since.... Well, she wasn't going to think about that! She was having a happy day. And things had changed a lot since those days. She was 38 now - a grown woman. Not the silly 18 year old girl she was back then. She was off the heroin and meth - that had been a big step and sure cocaine was still proving a struggle but she was sure she'd be off it and clean soon!
Sure, her therapist didn't happen to be aware about the 7 now 6 bags of cocaine stashed under her bed, in the cupboard, in the little hole in the wall her ex boyfriends fist had made that she had swiftly (and she thought pretty smartly) covered. But that ended up being a pretty nifty hole and was now one of her favourite spots! Everything was totally fine. I mean it was like her shrink always said,
'Only share what you feel comfortable with'
She definitely did not feel comfortable sharing the fact that once she had been getting fucked and a little baggie happened to fall out. It was a good thing after all! I mean the guy was a little shocked but she'd soothed him pretty quickly with a hug and a quick snort. She hadn't realised she'd missed one on that trip to the airport and now she had more coke! Imagine if it was still up there. A disaster!
Everything turns out ok in the end.
Leo...
Oh Leo!
She suddenly exploded into sobs, falling to the floor and started gently rocking. Her baby! Her little baby! Taken! How could he! Her eyebrows fixed into a hard glare. That monster! Joseph Anthony Giff! A woman beater! She'd told her shrink all about him, the way he treated her. She ripped the covers from her sofa and started roaring, biting into them. He'd beaten her, she was sure of it. I mean her memory wasn't that clear but wasn't that a sign of trauma? And then for some reason the idiot had taken a lamp shade and smashed it into his head?
Men??? She honestly couldn't figure them out. I mean I guess she felt slightly bad when Joe had been rushed to hospital. But what about her bruise? It had been a decent sized bruise. Unfortunately the ambulance people had not seemed to think it was life threatening as much as she insisted. But her therapist had helped her with all of it. Geoff. What a wonderful man. A real man. Unlike those pathetic pip squeak banana cakes she had previously associated herself with. A real man with a real lovely cock and oh - she fantasied.
But Leo... how she missed her baby. It was only a scratch. But then Joseph had made it seem like so much more! It was disgusting really, what they did to a defenceless lady. Men really were pigs.
Tammy had mostly stopped crying now as she dabbed at her eyes, although her face was bright red and her nose overran with snot. It was just her in the world. Her and her little baby Leighton - James Walling. She smiled as she saw him rocking in his little bed. She remembered all her other little babies and tears threatened to come out again. The way they were taken away from her... just because she took a little snort every now and again and the occasional shoot! She never did it in front of her babies - she always made sure to turn the pram around to not traumatise their cute little faces.
But anyway, a new day was on the horizon or whatever that saying was and Tammy needed to get going. She was going to meet her darling Terri - her gorgeous daughter who always checked up on her. The angel. Tammy knew all about Terri's poor little accident a few months ago and she'd been so excited! Another little cute cheeks for her to cuddle! It was gone now and Tammy had cried for many hours. But maybe Terri would be able to have another baby soon - after all Tammy had had her at 18, it was time for her daughter to follow in her footsteps.
But wait what was this? Terri had texted her which was very unusual.
What? WHAT? Tammy squealed with happiness, clasping her phone like it was made of gold. A BABY! ANOTHER BABY BOO! And Simons baby. Tammy hadn't seen her baby Simon in so long... not since that incident 3 years ago. An image of Simons...... other mother, Tammy's mouth went sour, flashed into her head. But she wasn't thinking of that now! There was a baby on the way.
And it was going to be hers.
