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| Too Late, Too Late; James+Deborah(OFC), 2001- | |
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| Lilith | March 23, 2011, 6:06 pm Post #16 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Oh, I really love the approach to James' character in this story! :horns2 Moar!
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| Scorpion Flower | March 23, 2011, 6:18 pm Post #17 |
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Outlaw Torn
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You're gonna love it:) |
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| Lilith | March 23, 2011, 6:19 pm Post #18 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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That sounds
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| Scorpion Flower | March 23, 2011, 6:27 pm Post #19 |
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Outlaw Torn
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| Olyamet | March 23, 2011, 6:45 pm Post #20 |
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Jäger.....
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Oohhhhh, sounds interesting! I just caught up, sorry... Love it so far! So... I want MOAR! |
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| larscriancinha | March 24, 2011, 12:31 am Post #21 |
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Larsybaby
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James you need to see what you are doing! Love the update. |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | March 24, 2011, 5:51 am Post #22 |
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2001 -> ![]() Thanks for your comments, all! I plan on updating sometime in the next 24 hours
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | March 25, 2011, 1:58 pm Post #23 |
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PART 4: Still James: I had been sitting by the kitchen table for about half an hour when I heard a knock on the door. I got up, walked to the door and opened it. “Hi, I thought I’d drop by anyway because...,” Deborah started and glanced at my hands. I realized that I was still holding the bottle in my hand. She sighed. “So, no drinking tonight, huh? Can’t you see that you have a problem?” she asked. “No, I can’t, because I don’t have one.” “Did you just tell me on the phone that you were not going to drink tonight? Did you say that you were gonna prove that you don’t have a problem?” “Well, yeah... But I figured that...,” I started and stopped for a while. I had thought that it wouldn’t matter if I had a drink. After all, I was just trying to show Deborah that I didn’t have to drink, and I didn’t. I wasn’t addicted, I just wanted to have a drink. I could stop anytime. She was just overreacting. “Okay, well, I thought that you wouldn’t find out, but I-” “Gimme the bottle.” She looked at me without out a hint of love or caring. She was utterly pissed off. “I don’t have a problem with drinking, okay? I can stop anytime.” “Sure looks like it. Gimme the bottle.” “Why?” “Just give it to me and step aside,” she said. I realized what she was going to do and thought that it would be better to let her do it. I handed her the bottle and stepped aside. She rushed to the kitchen and poured the whiskey into the sink. “Where do you have the rest of your bottles?” she asked, looking quite pissed. “I... Why are you doing this?” “Get me the fucking bottles. I’m helping you,” she said. I knew she was serious, because she usually didn’t swear. “I don’t need your help,” I replied and looked her in the eyes. I mean, who was she to start running my life? I could take care of myself perfectly well without her help. “You need somebody’s help, I know that. I am checking you into rehab.” “You can’t do that,” I said and snorted. Deborah walked to me and looked me in the eyes. I saw that her eyes were all teary. “I love you and I want to help you. Why can’t you see that?” Her lip was trembling, she was just about to start crying. “I do see it, but I don’t need your help. I’m fine.” I spoke softly to her, trying to calm her down a little bit. “Damn it, James, you lied to me. You said that you’d prove to me that you don’t have a problem. But then, what did you do? You hung up and started to drink... You felt that you had to lie to me because of your drinking. I don’t understand you...” “If I had told you that I was going to have a little bit of whiskey, you would’ve gotten mad at me.” “First? A little bit of whiskey? You drank almost the whole bottle! It’s not a fucking ‘little’ bit. And second? You promised me you wouldn’t drink tonight. Do you really think that if you lie to me, I won’t be angry? Are you out of your mind?! You should know that I think that there is nothing worse than lying!” “Well, I do know that. And I’m sorry,” I said and tried to hug her. “Don’t!” she yelled and swatted my hands further away. “This is not one of those things where you hurt me and you just give me a freaking hug! You’re not getting away with this so easy!” “Look, I don’t have to listen to this. You don’t own me, and you can’t tell me what to do. Yes, I understand, you want to help me, but I. Don’t. Fucking. Need. Your. Help. Got it?” I had raised my voice and I realized that I was practically yelling. She was still looking at me and I saw her lips trembling slightly more than before. She hated it when someone raised their voice at her, I knew that. I wanted to apologize, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t get the words out of my mouth. “Fine. And don’t bother calling me, we’re so done,” she said and left, slamming the front door shut behind her. I stared at the door for a while and sighed. I had finally found the perfect person for me and now she had walked out of the door, probably for the last time. “What the fuck have I done?” I asked myself. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed another bottle of whiskey from a cupboard next to the fridge. I slowly raised the bottle to my lips and drank about a quarter of its contents in just a few gulps. I lowered the bottle, closed my eyes and felt the alcohol warming me. It felt so good and, at the same time, so bad. For each and every second I felt the alcohol inside of me, the lump in my throat got bigger and bigger. I lifted the bottle back to my lips. “I didn’t tell her I love her,” I whispered to myself. I sighed heavily and felt something wet on my cheeks. I lifted my free hand to my cheek and realized that I was crying. The last time I had cried had probably been when my father had died. I lowered the bottle over the sink and poured the rest of the whiskey there. I rested my head against the cupboard and saw little teardrops mixing with the whiskey when they reached the sink. After the bottle had emptied, I took another bottle of whiskey from the cupboard from which I had taken the first two bottles and emptied the new bottle as well. I emptied all the other bottles I had and I felt slightly better. Still, I could hear a voice inside my head saying, “You messed up, James, big time...” I knew the voice was right. Edited by Broken, Beat & Scarred, March 25, 2011, 1:58 pm.
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| Christine | March 25, 2011, 2:16 pm Post #24 |
Frantic
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Oh James... you did mess up. I hope he calls Deborah and admits he needs help. Great update!
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| larscriancinha | March 25, 2011, 2:18 pm Post #25 |
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Aw, poor James! But I can see where she is coming from, she was only trying to help. I hope they work things out!
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| Lilith | March 27, 2011, 4:00 am Post #26 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Ahhh... the ending to this chapter... :horns2 Oh, James! You can win her back!
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| Olyamet | March 27, 2011, 10:50 am Post #27 |
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Jäger.....
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Oh James.... |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | March 27, 2011, 4:15 pm Post #28 |
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Thanks for your comments, ladies!! Much appreciated. ![]() ~*~*~*~*~ PART 5: Deborah: I woke up when the alarm went off. I got up slowly and sat on my bed, yawning. It felt like I had slept only for a few minutes. Well, I had had trouble falling asleep as I had kept thinking about James. I waited for him to call me last night, but he didn’t. Not that I was really that surprised he didn’t call, after all, I had told him not to. That hadn’t stopped him from calling me before – this most certainly was not the only time I had told him not to call me. How was it that this man I thought I knew had changed so much in a year or so? I shook my head, trying to get rid of the sad thoughts. It didn’t work. I got up slowly and went to take a shower. ~*~*~*~*~ The phone rang. I wrapped the towel around myself and went to answer the phone. “Hello?” I hoped it was James, but, surely, it wasn’t him. Maybe he had finally believed me. “Hey sweets, I hope I didn’t wake you or anything...,” Christina said from the other end of the line. “You didn’t, what’s up?” “I’m at the airport right now. I tried to call you yesterday, but you weren’t home... and your cell was off...,” she said. Images of last night ran through my head and I sighed. “Which airport?” “San Francisco International,” she answered. “Oh, I’m sorry. I can’t pick you up right now. I have to go to work. Can you get a cab?” “Absolutely. I’ll be there in... I don’t know. Half an hour maybe...? I don't know how the traffic is...” “Okay, I might still be here then...” “You sound a little weird, what’s wrong?” she asked. I heard her give my, I mean, our address to someone, most likely to the cab driver. “I... I don’t want to think about it now. I have to go to work and all... Not that I wouldn’t see him there, but...” “Is it James?” she asked and continued quickly, “Yeah, yeah, you don’t want to talk about it, but... well, you kinda started it.” “Yeah, it’s James,” I sighed, “We had quite a fight yesterday...” “About...?” “About his drinking. It’s getting ridiculous. He’s always drunk nowadays. He called me yesterday and he promised that he wouldn’t drink. Then, I went over and he opened the door with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. And... I... I think we broke up.” “Aww... Honey... I’m sorry... And what do you mean you ‘think’ you broke up?” “Well... I might have told him that we’re done...,” I said quietly. “It’s... I mean... I have been thinking about leaving him, but this wasn’t what I thought. I love him and I want to be with him, but his drinking is a problem...” “Well, talk to him today. Tell him that. Or... just tell him that you want to be with him. I’m not sure if you should tell him that you’re been thinking about leaving him... But you two have to talk.” “I know, but I’m gonna be late if we keep talking. I still have to get dressed and drink three gallons of coffee...” “Okay. I’ll be there in... Fifteen minutes or so, the traffic’s not so bad after all. See you soon.” “Yeah, see you,” I said and put the phone down. I went back to the bathroom and washed my face with cold water. ~*~*~*~*~ I opened my wardrobe and tried to decide what to wear. I chose a pair of black pants and a white shirt – an outfit that you might expect a lawyer to wear. I got dressed as quickly as I could. I went back to the bathroom and put my hair up. I put on some make-up and looked at my reflection on the mirror. I was fairly happy with what I saw. I was rather tall - about 5'10" – and thin. I was 35 years old, it was the beginning of May in 2001 and I was turning 36 in about four months. I had very dark hair, almost black, and I loved it. My eyes were big and brown. I smiled at my reflection, trying to convince myself that I would have a great day, and left to the kitchen to make some coffee. ~*~*~*~*~ I was just about to start drinking the coffee when my work cell phone started ringing. “Deborah Walker.” “Hi, Deb, it’s John,” I heard. John was my colleague. Although I basically worked just for Metallica, but I was still partly working for Davis & Barker & Gray, who, obviously, were also his employers. I have been working for Metallica for six years now. I am their main lawyer and I basically take care of all the legal stuff that they have to deal with. Metallica also has other lawyers, but they want the others to run everything through me. It sometimes causes huge amounts of stress to me, but, at the end of the day, I’m glad I have the job. “Hey, what’s up?” “I was just checking if you were coming today.” “Coming where exactly?” I asked, my mind racing. Had I forgotten something? A meeting perhaps? “The office.” “I’m not sure. I’m meeting the guys in 40 minutes and my roommate’s coming back...,” I started. I heard the door opening and saw Christina coming in, “...right now,” I waved frantically to her. “Okay...” “Was there something important?” I asked him. “No, not really, I was just thinking if you could look at some papers... but it’s okay. It can wait.” “Well, I can probably stop by later.” “Okay, if you can, then do so.” “Sure,” I said, hung up and ran to Christina to hug her. “I’ve missed you soooo much!” I said. “I’ve missed you, too,” she replied, hugging me tightly. “Can you believe it’s been a year?” “Well, yeah,” I said, grinning. I had missed her so much! “Did you have a good time?” “Oh yeah, I’ll tell you about it later.” “Okay. There’s some coffee in the kitchen. I have to get going soon, but before that I have to find some documents,” I said and walked to my home office, grabbed my briefcase and checked that I had everything I needed. I noticed I was actually missing some papers, like the one I was meant to give to James last night. ~*~*~*~*~ I went back to the kitchen and found Christina doing breakfast. She heard me coming and turned around. “Don’t you eat breakfast anymore?” she asked. “I do, but not here. At least, not when I’m meeting the guys. I usually eat there with them.” “Lucky you. Your work starts at... what? 11 a.m. and your bosses feed you.” “Ha-ha. I don’t really meet them that often, you know. Just once a week or something.” “Yeah, you want some coffee?” she asked and without waiting a reply, she handed me a new cup of coffee. “Oh God, yes,” I took the mug and practically inhaled its contents. “Some more, please?” I grinned. She laughed and poured me another cupful. I glanced at my watch and drank the coffee quickly, although, not as quickly as the first cupful. “I have to get going. I’ll see you in the evening or whenever I get back,” I said and hugged Christina. I grabbed my keys, cell phone, briefcase and a short leather jacket. I rushed to the car and drove to Metallica’s studio, Presidio.[/b] Edited by Broken, Beat & Scarred, March 27, 2011, 4:15 pm.
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| Lilith | March 27, 2011, 8:44 pm Post #29 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Oh, I wonder what will happen when she's face to face with him.
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| larscriancinha | March 27, 2011, 9:14 pm Post #30 |
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I wonder what's going to happen, I hope she atleast talks to him.
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you did mess up. I hope he calls Deborah and admits he needs help.

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