Mentor (Johnny Depp)

Chapter 8

"Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?" The blonde woman seethed at me

Before I could say anything Johnny spoke up.

"Amber this isn't your house anymore. We've been separated for 2 years now." Johnny said through his teeth.

"We aren't officially divorced Johnny, therefore this IS still my house and I demand you get rid of your little whore." Amber said looking at me.

"Excuse the fuck out of me? Who the hell do you think you're calling a whore?" I asked, stepping closer to her.

Johnny put his arm out in front of me, stopping me from getting any closer to Amber.

"Johnny are you seriously going to let her speak to your wife like this?" Amber whined

"You're not my wife anymore Amber. You're an abusive psycho narcissist who I mistakenly loved
Johnny's voice cracked.

I could tell it was difficult for Johnny to speak up for himself, I mean, it would be hard for anyone to confront their abuser

"Why are you even here Amber?" Johnny asked calmly.

"I came here to see you, I wanted to try and work things out, I'm trying to be reasonable with you." Amber said

"Reasonable? Your idea of being reasonable is shouting insults and profanities at my house guest?" Johnny defended.

"I wasn't expecting her to be here Johnny, you know how jealous I get with you." She said, inching closer to him.

She better back the fuck up, I thought to myself

Unsurprisingly, she didn't have to because Johnny backed away from her.

"You don't get jealous Amber, you get possessive, you get, obsessive." He corrected

I felt extremely awkward and out of place being here, just watching them argue back and forth. Clearly this was a conversation that was meant to happen privately, but I couldn't help but feel protective of Johnny.
Yes, I realize he is a grown 58 year old man who could handle and has handled his own battles, but I still felt the need to be there for him. I wanted to be there for him.

"Whatever Johnny, fuck you, you will regret this." Amber angrily said as she made her way to the door.

"Trust me Amber, I already have" he chuckled

I couldn't help but laugh alongside him too. Amber gave me one last dirty look before exiting. Johnny let out a long exhale once the door shut closed.

"Are you okay?" I asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

He flinched and moved his shoulder away from my touch.
I looked at him with a confused face.

"I'm fine" he said running his hand through his hair and began walking to the basement.

I instinctively followed him, knowing that the wine cellar was in the basement.
I watched at he picked out a bottle of red wine, pulled the cork off, and began chugging the bottle

"Johnny, do you want to talk about it?"

"No, I said I'm fine Bianca" Johnny repeated.

"Johnny I know you're not fine, you can talk to me, or we don't even have to talk we can do something else to distract your mind" I suggested

"I don't need your pity Bianca, I'm 58 years old for fucks sake," he said, taking another swing at the wine bottle.

"Yes you are, but where in the 58 years old part does it say you can't be cared for?" I asked him.