Thorn Fae Chapter 14: How Did I Get Here

I don’t know how long I stayed there for. I don’t know what I was doing, or waiting for, but I just needed to sit by him and cry. I thought about everything that died with him. Our son having a father, me having a husband, us giving Aspen the best childhood we possibly could. I lost growing old with the one that I love. I lost everything.

Someone had to pay for this. Pepper didn’t deserve to die like this. He was a great person, he deserved to live a long, happy life with me and our son. Someone had to pay for this, and I knew exactly who. This was all his fault.


I don’t remember exactly how I got there. The last thing I remembered was putting on a pair of pants, then the rest is blank due to rage. I’m not sure how I knew exactly where he lived, but as soon as I reached the house I knew I was exactly where I needed to be. There was garbage and scrap metal all over the dead lawn. The place was a dump, its exactly the kind of place you’d expect the scum of the earth to live.

“Hey Hemp, you motherfucker!” I burst through the front door faster than my mind could process what was happening. I instantly regretted it. This man was dangerous, he had raped the love of my life and murdered one of my closest friends. It was too late now though, so I was probably going to die here.

Jean and her little girlfriend were laying on one couch, watching TV. Hemp was passed out on the other couch, it looked like he’d been shooting up.

“What the fuck, Thorn.” Jean sat up and faced me.

“Shut the fuck up, Jean, this doesn’t involve you.” I snapped at my former friend. I still hated her for how she betrayed all of us.

“Don’t you fuckin talk to my wife that way.” That stupid woman next to Jean squealed. She had one of those annoyingly high, squeaky voices that just pierce your brain. It made me even angrier.

“Both of you, just shut the fuck up.” I yelled. Hemp started to stir.

“The fuck is going on?” He mumbled as he sat up.

“I’m here to fuck you up, that’s whats happening.” I came towards him. He immediately stood up.

“What the hell, Clementine? What are you doing here?” He sounded more confused than angry.

“I’m here to make you pay, you fucking asshole! You raped Pepper, you got him pregnant. He just fucking died while giving birth! This is all your fucking fault!” I screamed at him. Tears were streaming down my face. I shoved him hard in the chest. He stumbled backward a little bit, I caught him off guard.

“Fuck you, you liar.” He swung at me, but luckily my arms took the majority of the blow. “I never touched your little friend. There’s no way there’s a baby.”

“Oh yea? Then what do you think this is?” I shouted as I shoved my bloody hands in his face. “This is his blood. It got here when I was helping him deliver, you fucking idiot.”

“How do I know you’re not lying to me? How do I know you didn’t just murder her and now you’re trying to shove the blame on me?” He yelled back.

I punched him. As hard as I could. He struck a nerve with that. Misgendering Pepper, and accusing me of killing him, made me want to kill Hemp. I wanted to bash his face in.

He wasn’t expecting me to be so strong. He wasn’t expecting my punch to knock him off his feet.

I guess anger and grief really can give some people superpowers.

Before he could even realize he’d fallen over, I was on top of him. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled his face close to mine.

“You’re a piece of shit. You are scum, garbage. You are nothing, and I hope you fucking die.” I spat in his face, before punching him again.

And again.

And again.

I was completely blinded with rage. I was taking all of my anger out on his face. Rightfully so though, he was the reason I was completely alone in this world. He’d taken everything from me, and I wanted to take everything from him. Even if that meant taking his life.

“Thorn, stop! Don’t kill him!” Jean’s voice snapped me out of it. I looked down at his face, which now just looked like a bloody mess.

The reality of what I’d done sunk in. My chest felt heavy and tight, and I felt like I was going to puke. I had beaten a man within inches of his life. He was breathing, though it was heavy and I could hear him gurgling on his blood. If they didn’t get him to a hospital soon, he’d probably die.

He deserved to die, but I wasn’t going to stick around and watch.

“Fuck you.” I spat on his body. “Rot in hell, you piece of shit.” I turned to Jean and her wife. “And fuck you too. This all happened because of you. We were there for you when you had no one, and now Rose and Pepper are dead. This is on you.”

Jean’s face dropped, her eyes started to water. “Fuck you.” She said softly.

“Fuck you too.” I told her.

I spun on my heel, and flew out of there as fast as my wings could carry me. I didn’t want to see any of their faces ever again.

And I never did.


The walk back to the house was long and terrifying. I took backstreets to avoid being seen, just in case they had called the police on me. I doubted it, considering all the drugs they had in that house. But still, I was extra cautious.

I had to drag my feet up the stairs. I didn’t want to go back up there, but I didn’t have a choice. Aspen was up there, I couldn’t leave him. I’d already left him alone for too long. Maybe I wasn’t cracked up to be a father.

I came up the stairs and collapsed into the armchair. I started to sob. How did my life get like this? How did I get here? I’d lost everyone I’d ever loved, I owned nothing, and I was homeless. All I had was me, and now this baby.

For a moment, I figured it would be easier to drop him at the hospital. Let him get adopted and have a good life. And me, well I’d just go jump off a cliff. I’d be better off anyway.

My suicidal thoughts were pushed aside when Aspen started to cry. That cry awoke something inside of me, it gave me hope. Maybe things weren’t so bad after all. I mean, this baby was half Pepper. I still had a little piece of him to hold close to me.

I gently picked him up off the bed. My fingers were still bloody, with both Pepper’s and now Hemp’s blood. I tried my best not to get my fingers on Aspen’s body. I didn’t want to get him sick or anything. My knowledge of babies was minimal, so this was going to be an adventure.

“Shh, it’s okay.” I pulled him close to my chest. He immediately stopped crying. My heart soared. I felt like he loved me. I loved him, and I wanted to give him the best life possible.

Which is why we had to get the hell out of there.


It took a few days to get to where I wanted to go. I’d been saving up some money to get something nice for Pepper and the baby when he was born, but I didn’t need that anymore. I used that money to get a subway pass. It was very useful, I had to take a million different trains to get from the valley to Bridgeport.

I picked Bridgeport because this town is where my grandmother ended up after leaving Sunset Valley. It was also the town she met my grandfather in, and maybe, just maybe, this is where my grandfather and my father were living now. Bridgeport is also a town known for its entertainment business, and I assumed I might be able to find a job and a place to stay here. It was worth a shot.

I was exhausted. I’d barely slept in days. I was more focused on making sure Aspen was fed and dry. I needed to rest for a while. Across from the subway station was a park. When I arrived in Sunset Valley, I ended up in a park. That was where I met Pepper. Out of nostalgia, heartbreak, and exhaustion, I decided to rest in the park, just like I did back then.

Gently, I put Aspen down on the bench. My arms were sore from holding him for days. I sat down next to him, put my face in my hands, and started to cry. I’d been crying on and off on the Subway, but only in little bits when I absolutely needed to. I hadn’t given myself a chance to actually cry.

It felt so good. It felt like all of my emotions were bottled up, and now I was pouring them out through my eyes. I still felt completely devastated and heartbroken, but at least I had a way to get those emotions out.

“Hey, are you alright? Do you need some help?” A voice pulled me from my sobbing. A voice that sounded so… familiar…

I looked up and my jaw dropped.

“Oh my god, Thorn?”

“Hawk?”

Thorn Fae Chapter 9: Survival Mode

Trigger Warning: Transphobic/homophobic/bigoted language used. Violence, weaponry and blood are also in this chapter.


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The cold weather was fast approaching, so Pepper, Rose and I were trying to make the most of the few days we had left to sleep outside. When it started to grow colder, we’d have to move our bags into the bathroom to stay warmer. The floors in there were disgusting, so we’d try to prolong it as much as we could.

Things were tense between all of us though. Rose was going out tomorrow to start doing sex work, and Pepper was not happy about it. He didn’t want her to get hurt. I was neutral on the situation, I knew it was dangerous but it felt like our best shot at getting out of here.

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“So, guys,” Rose chimed in after a few moments of silence. “I found this great little swamp house, its kind of a mess. But its super cheap and in a few months we’d be able to afford it. What do you think?” Rose bit her lip nervously.

“A swamp house?” Pepper wrinkled his nose. “You mean that abandoned shack a few blocks over?”

“Yea, that’s the one.” She smiled, as if she were talking about a large mansion on the beach.

“That place is a dump, Rosie.” He half-frowned.

“I know, but at least it’s a roof. It’s better than freezing our asses off out here.” She retorted.

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“She has a point, dude. A shitty roof is better than no roof.” I offered. Sure, it didn’t sound like a castle but it would be much warmer than this.

“I guess, yea. Is it safe? Like is there mold or anything? And will we have time before someone wants to buy it?” Pepper asked, rapidly firing each question like a gun.

“It’s safe, yea. I checked it out the other day. And it’s not exactly being bid on.” She giggled cutely.

“Alright, I’m in.” Pepper agreed reluctantly. I could tell he wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but I think we all wanted a roof over our heads.

“HEY!” A gruff, male voice boomed from the other side of the park, interrupting our conversation.

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“Where you at, Clementine?” He yelled angrily. “I know you’re here.” The man taunted. I looked nervously at my friends, unsure what to do. “Come on out, Princess.”

“They usually sit behind the bathroom, Hemp.” A familiar voice informed the angry man. Jean.

“Thanks, doll.” The man named Hemp thanked her, his tone reminding me of my step-father. There footsteps quickly approached our hiding spot behind the building. My heart pounded, my body froze. I had no idea what to do.

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Rose whimpered, which broke me out of my frozen state. I jumped up, fists balled, ready to take on whoever was coming over here. My mind told me I was no where near strong enough to take on anyone over the age of twelve, but my adrenaline rush made me ignore it. I had to protect my family.

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“Well, well, well.” The man named Hemp finally came into view. He spoke slowly, tauntingly. Like a predator playing with it’s prey. Behind him, Jean stood with her arm draped lazily over a pretty girl’s shoulders. Jean had a sly smile on her face, and I instantly knew this was her doing.

“Oh my darling, Clementine.” The man smirked. The use of my old name made me ball my fists. I’d always hated that name, but it sounded even more vile coming from his lips.

“The fuck do you want?” I spat.

“Mmm, you haven’t heard? You’re a very wanted woman.” He knew he was pushing my buttons, I could tell by his amused expression. My fists were balled so hard, my nails digging hard into my palms. I thought I’d draw blood, but I wouldn’t let him see how his words effected me.

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“Yea, I know I’m wanted.”

“Do you know how wanted you are? The person who returns you to the queen gets five million, and your hand in marriage.” My face dropped. I didn’t know this. He knew I didn’t know this. That sick fuck was enjoying every last minute of this.

“Oh yea? Good luck getting me back there. I’m not going without a fight.” I balled my fists harder, though I felt like a toddler trying to fight a tiger.

“Mm, that would be a problem, my darling.” He smirked, pulling his shirt up slightly to reveal a knife strapped to his pants.

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“Fuck off Hemp. Leave him alone.” Rose jumped up and flung herself in front of me. “He’s not going anywhere with anyone but us. If you want him, you’ll have to get through me.”

“Shut the fuck up, Rock. You couldn’t fight me if you tried. You’ve always been a little sissy ass bitch.” He smirked, he really got off on using our dead names.

“Oh really? Did you think I was a sissy ass bitch when you fucked me in the locker room in eleventh grade?” Rose retorted. Hemp’s eyes flashed with anger, and I knew this wasn’t going to end well.

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“Fuck you, queer! That shit never happened.” He screamed as he lunged towards Rose. His fist connected with her face, a loud thud echoing through the mountains around us.

Rose landed on the ground, her hands taking the brunt of her fall. “Never, once was enough. You’re too small for me.” Rose spat something out on the ground, it looked like a tooth covered in blood.

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“You little faggot!” Hemp pulled his knife from his waist and crouched down over Rose. For a split second, she looked up at me and we made eye contact. Her expression was urging me to do something, but I knew she didn’t want me to help her. She wanted me to run.

But I couldn’t, I was frozen on the spot.

Rose looked back at her attacker, not a single trace of fear in her face. “Kill me if you want, but just know you can’t enjoy five million dollars while in prison.” She spat at him.

“I won’t go to prison, dumbass. No one cares about a queer like you. You’re nothing. Besides, I’ll be a fucking prince. I’ll be above the damn law.” He gave her that creepy little smirk, just before plunging the knife into her stomach and twisting it.

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“I. Will. Fucking. Kill. You!” Pepper raged from beside me, pulling my eyes away from my dying friend.

“What’re you going to do about it, Pansy?” He pulled the knife from Rose’s side with a sickening squelch. He stood over her body carelessly, as if she weren’t even a person.

“I’ll fight you, motherfucker. To the death, if I have to. Though, I’d prefer if it were your death.” Pepper taunted back. I’d never seen him like this. He was so fierce, so protective. It ignited something in me.

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“Mmm, maybe not.” A creepy smile slowly slid across his face. He dropped the knife, it bounced off Rose and landed somewhere in the grass. “I’ve got bigger plans for you, Pansy.”

“Fine, take me. Let Thorn go. I’ll do whatever you want.” He dropped his tough guy demeanor. I had no idea what he was doing, and it scared me. Part of me knew he was about to do something stupid. But, on the other hand, my heart soared at the fact that he’d sacrifice himself for me.

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Hemp pounced at Pepper, swinging his large arm towards my friend’s face. Pepper was faster though, and was able to duck. But in some freaky, martial arts looking move, Hemp swung Pepper around and grabbed him roughly by the waist.

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“Thorn, run!” Pepper yelled, while fighting against his attacker.

“Wineberry, Jean, don’t let her get away!” Hemp screamed as I started to fly off as fast as I could.

“Find Rose’s dream house, Thorn! I’ll meet you there.” Pepper screamed after me. I didn’t exactly know where I was going, but I was about to find out.

I just hoped that both of us would make it there alive.