bad date // depp

1.2

||Chloe||

The days leading up to the premiere were so nerve racking. I found myself biting my nails a whole lot more and constantly readjusting my make up, which I never do. Johnny had taken me out the other day and bought me the most expensive things in the shop. He obviously didn't need to and I kindly refused, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. (Picture above)

I took lots of deep breaths and counted to 10, Johnny said it would help. And it did to be fair.

We were starting to make our relationship seriously, like he is such a romantic. sounds soppy, but he's honestly the best guy I've ever been with. He'll take me to an old drive-in movie theatre or we'll watch brando movies at home. Or he'll find something sweet in a book that I'll like and show me it. leave messages round the house to keep me motivated. He really helps me a lot.

We were both at home, either writing or reading, or cooking or cleaning. There was a knock at the door, a very persistent knock. I jogged over to the door in my pyjamas and opened it cheerfully, my smile soon dropped when I saw my mother standing in the porch. Messy dirty blonde hair and last nights mascara around her eyes. She had gained weight, and was wearing minimal clothing. A tank top and shorts squeezing her body, she had a dirty old cigarette in her mouth and was scratching and itching furiously at her arms and neck. Aswell as her legs and her face, she was covered in rashes or burns.

"Chloe.. My darling little girl." She managed to squeak out of her croaky voice, and her teeth were black as she smiled. I could feel the sweat threatening to spill down my forehead as I looked at this state of a woman. The woman who used to beat me for the sake of her lover, who used to leave cigarette burns and cigar burns on my arms and I was so self consious at school because of them. They made me feel so down everyday. And finally, when I've got my life back on track she decided to 'love' me again.

I slammed the door in her face, and turned around with my back against it,

"JOHNNYYYYYYY!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. He comes stumbling in with a newspaper under his arm. I began to sniffle, but not cry.

"It's my mom." i whispered.

"oh shit." he simply said. We jumped at the sound of the door being pounded by my, assuming, drunk mother.

"What do we do?" I said on the verge of crying, bringing my hands to my face.

"Why don't we sober her up and talk to her?" he suggested.

"How?" I demanded.

||Johnny||

Long story short, Chloe's mum was in the guest room sleeping in my old jumper. It seemed like hours of us tackling the crazy woman to the floor, but finally she seems to calm down and we got her into bed.

We were both very agitated due to the situation that just happened twenty minutes ago,

"This literally cannot be happening," Chloe said pacing around the kitchen.

"Now, before the premiere, the cameras, the slight fame."

"Now, come on. You can't let your mother break you down when you've been leading up to this for months." I was trying to comfort her, I'm not the best comforter in my books. Word of advise, do not try and comfort Hunter S Thompson, he will either go into a fit of rage or pull out his rifle and chase you out the house with it. I was just hoping the anger issues didn't run in the Thompson family Genes.

"I suppose." Phew.

"Do you want some water? OJ? Vodka?" wow, jokes john, at a time like this. She let out a small giggle and said,

"Wine would be nice. Right now anyways."

Hours past before we heard shuffling coming from the bedroom.
"Oh god." I heard Chloe say