Our Chemical Direction

Chapter 15: Interviews

{Louis' POV}

Its been 3 weeks since Thorn started going downhill. The only reason shes left the house is for interviews and booze runs, maybe parties.

It was my job to wake her up, cure her hangover, and get her to her interview on time. So far, we've only been late to one interview. I'd say I've done pretty good. As you can tell, she's decided to wait awhile before trying again, but I don't mind. I don't think she's ready to be a mom yet.

I don't know, I feel like our relationship is falling apart. She goes out to bars all the time, doing god knows what. I might just leave, but I don't wanna leave her alone. She's in a rough patch, but she needs to understand that destroying herself isn't going to do anything.

{Thorn's POV}

I've been so fucked up lately. To myself, to Louis, to Gerard and the guys. I haven't really thought about them until now. It's been 'I just lost my baby, you didn't' and 'I need to live a little', which made me completely ignore their complaints and worries.

"Can you just take me home?" I asked Danny. "You sure? A drink would probably make you feel better." he persuaded. "Maybe right now, but I'll feel like shit later. Physically and mentally." I passed on the opportunity. He nodded.

"I had an epiphany." I giggled. Danny rolled his eyes and smiled. "We're ten minutes away."
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I walked through the front door. "Thorn Way, where the hell have you been? We have an interview in a half hour, you smell like booze, and you look like a raccoon family has been living in your hair." he yelled.

"I know, I'm so sorry. I've been such a wreck lately, I can't even blame it on losing the baby or depression, I've just been feeling like my life is settling. It felt like we were about to completely stop everything fun in our lives to have a baby and that we would never be able to do anything fun ever again. I was a bitch, I'm sorry. I'll try to make up for it."

He looked stunned, hesitating to respond. "I'm not sure what to say. You normally come home giving me some dumb excuse as to where you were, followed by a list of reasons why I should 'stay out of your fucking business'." he sighed. I frowned.

"I'm getting ready for our interview." I muttered. I walked into our bedroom and picked out an outfit. I chose a turquoise shirt with blue jeans, a tan jacket, and tan high heels.

The only makeup I put on was a small amount of foundation under my eyes and a small bit of eyeliner. I was ready to go, and of course Louis got ready before I even stepped through the door.

"Come on, get in the car." he ordered. I slammed myself onto the passenger seat and stared out the window. We had driven at least a mile before anyone said anything.

"Are you ignoring me?" he asked. "No, I just don't know what to say to you. Obviously I was in the wrong, I have no reason to be mad at you for not dropping it. I don't expect you to put it behind us, that's not how you deal with things." I explained. He nodded.

"You can ask me anything. If you have any questions or just wanna rant about how childish I was, go ahead. I'm listening." I said.

"Did you cheat on me?" he whispered. "No, Louis. I didn't cheat on you, I didn't flirt with anyone, I didn't even dance with anyone. I know that I'm yours. I wouldnt throw that away on some drunk at a club." I snapped.

"What drugs have you done in the past three weeks?" he questioned. "Weed, Molly, and Coke." I answered truthfully. "Coke?" he asked. "Cocaine? You did cocaine? What kind?" he was livid.

"The snorting kind. What, did you think I was out doing crack?" I rose my voice. "Well I didn't think you were doing coke, but apparently you were!" he yelled. I shut my mouth. He had a point, didn't he?

"I feel like I don't even know you." he choked. "Maybe you don't."

"Then tell me." he screamed. I calmed down. "I'm Thorn Moon Way, formally Rosealia Grace Porter. I was born into a sex ring, due to my mother being a prostitute. My father is a huge pawn in sex trafficking for the entire North-West US. I've been malnourished and beaten my entire life, and at the age of 12 I started self harming. My mother married a guy named Greg who used to call me names and sexually abuse me as well as beat and starve me. I come from one of the most terrible childhoods you could imagine. My mother tried to sell me into trafficking multiple times, but Greg decided it would be more profitable to just sell me to men themselves. I lost count of how many men have pinned me down against my will. Ive lost track of how many scars are on my wrists, on my body because of the abuse. Ive been broken too many times, like a plate that can never truly serve its purpose anymore. I will always have problems, its up to you whether or not you'll deal with the challenges." I started crying soon after I started talking. He pulled the car over. "Stop saying that. Stop saying that you're broken, that you can't be fixed. I will fix you if it's the last thing I do." he yelled. I stayed silent. "I'm never giving up on you."

{Louis' POV}

Her name used to be Rosealia? She was born into a sex ring? I knew she was abused but I had no idea it was that bad. I'm practically dating a stranger in some ways, but I know that she's still Thorn. She's still the girl I fell in love with. "You're the thing that gets me through the week, you're the woman I was glad to have a baby with. I don't care about your past, I care about who you are now. You're the woman I love to the ends of the Earth." I stated.

She grinned and hugged me, ending our fight. She was mine. I should've never doubted her.