After escaping a horrible childhood, I got a chance to reestablish my life. I've had my eye on Diane Sherman for a long time, and was not ashamed to get myself involved in her life.
I knew she had no interest in anyone other than her daughter, but I...
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It was late at night, around 11 pm, and I'm still in the lab. I made sure that I stayed on after my coworkers left so no one knew what I was doing. I took a Ridocaine supplement from the storage space so that I was able to examine, decompose, and thus test the drug as extensively as possible. I've found some fascinating information- such that I can use to my advantage. I'm compiling all of my information into a report, going over it all, when my phone rings. There is no caller ID.
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I clear my throat and answer the phone. "Hello?"
"What the hell was that?" a familiar voice demands.
I get excited at the sound of the woman's voice. "...I'm sorry? Who is this?", I respond, despite knowing exactly who was on the other end of the call.
"Diane Sherman? You gave me your card at the pharmacy."
So Diane is her name. She's essentially whispering, like she doesn't want anyone to hear her. "Oh! You're...Chloe's mother, right? Perfect timing, I actually just finished my research...you don't have a dog, do you?"
There's a pause. "Excuse me?"
I look to my monitor at the report as I answer the woman. "Methocarbamol, or Ridocaine, as you call it, is a muscle relaxer prescribed to dogs for leg pain. Canine cells respond quite peacefully to the drug, but its effects seem to be much more elevated when used on human muscle cells, ranging from spasms to paralysis. Depending on how much is taken, it can even cause performance damage to neurons...that's the drug you've been giving to your daughter, isn't it?"
I was extremely brash with my statements, getting right to the point. The woman laughs in incredulity. "I'm sorry, who the hell are you...and what is it you think you're accusing me of?"
My heart starts beating faster as I start to get nervous. I take a deep breath. "I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)...hi...". What am I doing? "Uhm, my point was: your daughter seems to be suspicious of you. Look, I'm sure you have your reasons for doing what you're doing, but it seems like you could use some help," I remark with some compassion in my voice. "Who better than a chemical analyst to...reassure your daughter that the drug is perfectly harmless and you would never do anything to hurt her?
