I rented out a hotel room for a couple days. My boss refused to give me my check early. I couldn't exactly tell him 'Sir, I need my check 4 days early because I need to grab my daughter and get the hell out of her before my daughter's past catches up with us. Yes sir, cash will be fine.'
It is a single room, quiet. I worry though that the other patrons in the hotel will hear her during her nightmares. It is sad to admit, but I am used to it now. The screaming and crying. If she was still a toddler, it could be passed off as a temper-tantrum from a tired child but Heather uses words now that could get her taken from me.
People won't understand.
I have to justify it even to myself.
When she had her last few sips of water before bed, I dumped about 5g of a ground up sleeping pill into her drink.
I disgust myself but I can't let her continue to suffer them and I can't afford to have the cops called on me while we are moving around.
Once we get settled in a new house, I swear, no more medication. It is just for now. Just for now.