"Are we getting close to your house yet?"

"Hmm, we should be there in about 15 minutes."

"Great."

"So, Harry, there's really no other way to ask this, but why do you think Louis is using you for his experiments?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm just an easy victim. I'm out of it so often that he could slip something into my food or drinks and I wouldn't notice. No one has noticed for so long. Louis knows that and he doesn't care about me period."

"Harry-"

"Just stop it, Peter. You don't know what it's like to have an adopted brother who uses you for his science experiments."

"I'm trying to understand."

"I don't want to talk about this."

"Don't shut me out again. You need to talk about this. Do you know where hiding your problems have gotten you? You've been an alcoholic for almost a year now and just a month ago you became a cocaine addict. You need help."

"I can't tell you about what I go through. Louis would just coax it out of you. He knew about me using cocaine, Peter. I never told anyone besides you."

"I didn't tell him. As much as I wanted to, I didn't. You confided in me and I would never break that trust. He had to have found out on his own. Besides, I wouldn't tell him shit now after what he's done to you."

"I hate him…The things I've done are too bad for you to know about, though. You would be disgusted by what I am. I don't want you to look at me like-like I'm some sort of trust-fund baby, manwhore who is drunk or high half of the time. Because that's what I am. I was treated like shit so I became shit."

"Harry, you're not shit. You're a person. You're my best friend and yes, you have problems, but so does everyone else."

"The worst thing you've ever done is probably not even half as bad as what I've done."

"You're not me. It's not fair to compare yourself to me."

"Peter…I-I think I…I killed someone."

"…What?"

"The last time I was that goblin thing, I was with this girl. I remember glimpses of trying to choke her and…When I came to she was gone and I was in a different place. I haven't seen her at school. What if I killed her? What if that thing I was killed her?"

"I…I don't know. I'm not sure what to say."

"I would be a murderer."

"You weren't yourself. Louis was the one who made you that goblin creature. He could have made you hurt her."

"But what if I hurt her on my own? What if…what if I was mad at her for not wanting to sleep with me?"

"Harry…"

"I'm a horrible monster. Why can't you just see that?"

"I won't believe that. You wouldn't do that. You wouldn't go that far. You're not this person that you think you are. The drugs, the drinking, seeing all of these girls, it all isn't you."

"It is me. All of that is who I am."

"You don't have to be. If you want you can quit all of that."

"And what if I want to numb myself with all of that? What if I just want to forget school, my stupid family, and this creature that Louis turns me into? Cocaine, alcohol, and girls are my only escape."

"Is that really what you want? Don't you want Louis to stop?"

"Of course I want him to stop. And this partying lifestyle is the only thing that makes me happy."

"You're not happy."

"Ugh, I don't want to argue with you anymore, okay? Just drop this."

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