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Too Late, Too Late; James+Deborah(OFC), 2001-
Topic Started: March 22, 2011, 1:11 pm (15,657 Views)
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I don't remember what happens next... :lol: So I guess you have to update to refresh my memory:)
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Thanks for your comments! I'm glad you like this! :)

Here's the next part, hopefully this rings a bell or two to some people ;)


~*~*~*~*~


PART 6:

”Hi guys, sorry I’m late,” I hollered when I finally got inside. I had been sitting in my car for a while. I walked to the conference room and noticed that I wasn’t the only one who was late. Kirk and Bob were the only ones who were sitting by the table. I hugged them both quickly.

“I’m not sure if you’re really late,” Bob said.

“Well, I’m glad,” I said and giggled. I put my cell phone on the table, my car keys in my jacket pocket and hung the jacket on a coat rack. I took a seat at the end of the table and started to organize my papers.

“Want something to eat? Or maybe coffee?” Kirk asked.

“Coffee sounds good, but I can make it myself,” I said and stood up.

“No, it’s okay. I can make it,” Kirk said. He was always very polite and I really liked that about him. There were these old-time good manners about him – and that was probably one of the main reasons we had become friends some ten years earlier – he held doors open for me, brought me food, almost never let me do anything myself... He pretty much pampered me a lot.

“Lars called, he’s running a bit late,” Bob announced and walked back into the room. I hadn’t actually realized that he had left.

“Wanna come and listen to some stuff we have done?” Kirk asked. I hesitated a bit, wondering if the others would think it was fine and if we actually had time.

“Lars won’t be here soon. We have time,” Bob assured.

“Well... Sure,” I said, took my coffee cup and followed Kirk and Bob to the mixing-room. Metallica had rented this place a while ago. They were to record their following album here and they had begun the recordings a few weeks ago.

When we reached the mixing-room, or “the mixer” as they called it, I took a seat next to Kirk on a couch while Bob was doing something at the mixing-table.

“Why don’t you play the one we were working on yesterday?” Kirk suggested. He turned to me and said, “Me and James were jamming yesterday and he came up with this riff. He did the lyrics in a second, too” I nodded and closed my eyes to focus on the song.

“What lyrics were you talking about?” I asked when the song had ended and there hadn’t been any vocals.

“Oh sorry, here,” Kirk said and handed me a notebook. I opened it and recognized James’ handwriting immediately.

“Im a ghost
Im a shadow
Im a chalk mark
Im a silohette to you
Im part of the furniture
Im invisible kid

Im ok just go away
Into distance let me fade
Im ok just go away
Im ok but please don’t go stray too far”


I turned the page and read some more lyrics, written by James as well

“Im frantic in your soothing arms
Cannot sleep in this downfilled world
I cannot sleep with a head like this
Ive found safety in these loneliness
But I can not stand it any more
I die when this feeling comes alive

I wanna cry I wanna scream

Each moment here I die a little more”


I felt tears in my eyes, excused myself and rushed to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and tried not to cry.

James had told me before, around the time we started to have feelings for each other, that when he wrote lyrics he wrote what he felt at that moment or what he had felt before. It was so obvious to me that he wasn’t okay. I just couldn’t realize how he didn’t see it himself. I wanted to help him so bad, but there was nothing I could do, since he didn’t acknowledge his problems. I didn’t need him to admit that he was an alcoholic or anything; I just wanted him to, at least, cut back on his drinking. “Yeah, like that’s ever gonna happen,” I said quietly to myself.

~*~*~*~*~

“Are you okay?” Kirk asked when I returned to the mixer.

“Yeah, I... I had a rough night,” I explained. Kirk eyed me warily and I noticed he was just about to say something when we heard Lars coming in.

“Guys? You here? Sorry I’m late. I was just leaving when my phone rang. I had to talk to some fucker for like an hour. He wanted to do an interview. What the fuck is that? Dude just calls and says that. Nothing was confirmed. I kept telling him that I didn’t have the time to do a fucking interview, but he just kept talking and didn’t listen. And I couldn’t really hang up, that’d be all over the news in a split second. ‘Hi, I’m calling from radio F-U and I thought I’d ask you a few questions about your upcoming album and the departure of Newsted’. Fuck,” Lars imitated the interviewer. “He just talked and talked about some shit and didn’t even let me say anything. He was talking all the time. I mean, how annoying is that? He wants an interview and then won’t let me answer his questions. And how the fuck he even got my number, I don’t get that. I need to call Burnstein,” Lars babbled.

“Very annoying when someone just babbles,” Kirk said quietly and grinned. I giggled and the three of us went back to the conference room.

“James will be here soon. You guys wanna eat?” Lars asked his mouth full of food and nodded towards of a side table that was full of food. Kirk took some vegetarian stuff and I just shook my head. I took a seat at the end of the table and waited for the guys to sit around the table. James arrived a few minutes later, took a seat at the other end of the table without looking at me.

“Okay, so let’s get started. First, Lars, I got a letter for you,” I said. Lars looked at me surprised.

“For me? Why didn’t I get it?” he asked.

“I don’t know. It seems to be from some lawyer, so I’m guessing they didn’t know your address, but knew that I was your lawyer. I haven’t opened it, so I have no idea really...,” I said and handed the letter to Lars. He tore it open and quickly scanned it. He slammed the letter down on the table, accidentally knocking a plateful of food down on the floor.

“Fuck!” he shouted. I turned to look at Lars, I couldn’t work out his expression. I didn’t know how to interpret it. Was he angry, in shock, happy? I didn’t know.
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There's something wrong with James :( He should talk to Deborah!
And I'm dying to find out what Lars got!! :)
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oh... James... he's feeling lost and hurt... :heart: :heart: :heart:


Hm... layer... Lars... trouble?
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I wonder what's that letter about.

Poor James, he is really in suffering! :heart:
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Poor James... :(

and I'm curious to find out what Lars has got!
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I honestly don't remember this part:) So I wonder what's wrong with Lars.
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Thanks for the comments, everyone! :) They mean a lot.

~*~*~*~*~

PART 7:

“It’s from Stacey’s lawyer,” Lars started.

I thought I knew what it was about. Stacey had left Lars a couple of months earlier and she had also filed for divorce. I had talked to Lars a lot about the divorce and he seemed to be genuinely surprised that Stacey had left him. He had thought that everything between them had been, if not perfect, then at least good. I knew that the past months had been really tough for Lars and that he was very happy to be in the studio now, so that he had something on his mind. “She wants Daniel’s custody. Fuck. She fucking left me and she’s fucking taking my son, too...”

“Can I see the paper, please?” I asked. Lars gave the paper to me and I read it through quickly.

“So? Can you fix it?” He asked anxiously.

“I guess so. I will look into this later. It doesn’t give a good reason for the custody issue, but I guess they don’t need it, either. No matter with whom he’ll end up living, I’m gonna make sure that you will have at least joint custody. I’ll talk to her lawyer and try to work things out somehow...,” I promised. Lars nodded and muttered something in Danish.

“Okay, so moving on. Lars, still something for you.”

“What? Does she want my house and my whole wardrobe as well?” he asked, sounding understandably annoyed.

“I would think not, your clothes wouldn’t probably fit or suit her,” I said and grinned. “No, this is about Napster. This document should be the last one done about that issue. I need your signatures on the last two pages. It’s advised that you read the whole thing through, but you don’t necessarily have to do that. I’ve read it and it’s what we’ve discussed earlier, it’s okay,” I said and gave Lars a stash of papers and being the business man of the band, he started to read them. “Okay, Kirk. I have your insurance papers, please, read the last two pages and if everything is okay, sign the papers. If you want Lisa to sign them, too, that’s okay. She doesn’t have to, though, it’s enough that one of you signs,” I said and gave Kirk a couple of papers as well. “And... umm... James, you’re gonna have to find another place to live...” James didn’t say anything; he was just reading a magazine. I noticed Lars lifting his gaze from his papers and I think he might have kicked James, as James startled. He noticed that everyone was looking at him.

“What? I wasn’t really listening, there’s on interesting article here on...,” he started.

“On the Danish stock market? The fucking article is in Danish! Since when have you known Danish?” Lars asked, after seeing what James was looking at. James mumbled something I couldn’t understand and looked a bit embarrassed.

“I said that you’re gonna have to move out. Did you hear me now?” I asked.

“Why would I have to move out?” It sounded like he thought I was just playing with him, and he sounded pissed off.

“Because your landlord contacted me yesterday and told me that your lease is ending in a month,” I explained calmly. “He is not willing to continue renting the apartment to you and he is politely asking you to find another place to live. I have the papers here; he faxed them to me last night. There’s pretty much nothing you can do, you have violated the house rules, so he is allowed to do this...,” I told him.

I knew he didn’t like the news. He loved his apartment. Even though he had loads of money, he lived in an apartment building. His apartment was huge, though. He had two bedrooms, a living room, a huge kitchen, a room for his guitars and a little home studio. He also had two big bathrooms, one of which was nearly as big as my own bedroom. The apartment building was situated near the center of San Francisco, which James also liked. I had no idea why James hadn’t bought the apartment; he most certainly could’ve afforded it.

“What have I done?”

“Well,” I started and ran my finger down the paper to the part where the landlord had specified why James was no longer welcome as a resident in the building, “According to the papers, you have been, among other things, violating the silence rule several times and when you have been notified about that you’ve used obscene language. They have talked to you about this before, I believe.”

“Not that I remember of...”

“Well, maybe you’ve been drinking or something,” I said sharply. I looked him in the eyes for a moment and then turned my gaze away.

“I was gonna move out anyway. I’ll start calling real-estate agents then,” he said, mainly pointing his answer to Bob who was looking at James.

“You know, there’s this cool house on sale near my place,” Kirk said.

“Yeah? As great as yours?” James asked and laughed.

I couldn’t help it, I had to smile. I loved James’ laugh so much. And Kirk’s place was awesome, too. He lived in Marin County with his wife Lisa and they had a huge two-floor house. They had around 5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a sauna, two swimming pools (one inside the house and one outside), an amazing kitchen (I would’ve loved to have a similar one, it had everything I could have imagined), a room for Kirk’s “few” guitars he had at his house and, of course, a place where he could play them. I’m pretty sure I forgot something; the house really is huge. It’s one of the most amazing ones I’ve ever seen (Lars’ is definitely the most amazing one; he has everything that Kirk does plus about 10 more rooms and a tennis court on his backyard. AND Lars lives alone!).

“Yeah, something like that... It’s about a ten minute drive from my place,” Kirk explained.

“Do you want me to check it out?” I asked, politely, pointing my question at James. He looked at me for a while and I tried to solve the expression on his face. It had a bit of excitement, surprisement, sadness and coldness on it.

“That’s fine, I can do it myself,” he answered. I noticed that Kirk, Lars and Bob were all looking at us. I saw that Lars was going to say something, so, I quickly changed the subject back to business.

“So, here are the papers, you can sign them if you want to. These are not the final papers, though,” I said and handed the papers to him. “Are you guys done? I can take the papers and forward them to the persons in question,” I told Kirk and Lars.

“Excuse me, do I need to present? I should get going soon, so if there’s nothing for me, I thought I could go,” Bob said.

“As far as I’m concerned, you can go,” I said. The guys were nodding as well, so Bob took off. We all were silent for a while, so Lars took over the discussion.

“What’s going on with you two? Firstly, you didn’t say anything to each other when James came in. Second, James, you haven’t really said anything at all. And you,” Lars pointed at me, “commented on his drinking. And you,” he pointed at James, “didn’t say anything. And you both are looking at each other when you notice that the other one isn’t looking,” Lars said. I was just about to say something when my phone began to ring. “Ha, saved by the ring. I’ll be waiting though,” Lars said.

“Deborah,” I answered and shot a mean look at Lars. He just laughed.

“Hey, sweets, it’s me,” Christina said, “I just wanted to let you know that I’m going out for a while... So, if you get out of there soon, gimme a call and maybe we can meet.”

“Sure, it might take a while though. I have still a couple of things I have to go through and I have to meet John afterwards,” I said.

“Who’s he?” Christina asked.

“A lawyer at Davis & Barker & Gray. We’ve been working together for some time. I mean, when I’ve been there... He’s a friend.”

“Ohh, I see...”

“Look, I’m in the meeting, if there’s nothing else, I should get going...”

“Right, sorry. Call me.”

“Sure,” I promised and hung up.

“So, what is it?” Lars asked and looked at me and then at James.

“Maybe none of your business?” James suggested.

“I agree,” I said firmly, “Now, about this place. Have you talked about buying it? You know, it said on the lease that you could buy this...”

“We haven’t talked about it,” Lars answered, “I’m gonna get a beer, you guys want ones?” I said that I was working and Kirk just said no. James didn’t say anything, but I noticed that he looked at me a few times.

Lars left the room (they had a fridge for drinks outside the conference room) and came back with two beers. He handed the other one to James, who looked at Lars, a bit confused if I’m not mistaken.
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I didn't remember that part of Lars:) Jesus and he has a son already and stuff!
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Thanks for your comment, SF. :heart: Glad you're commenting.

~*~*~*~*~

PART 8:

“I don’t want a beer,” James said to Lars.

“Oh, well... I figured that... you usually want one...,” Lars said, looking at James and then the beer can.

“Well, I don’t, now. I’m quitting,” James said and looked at me quickly.

“For good or for a while again?” Lars asked incredulously.

“For good,” James replied plainly.

“Okay, well... that’s good...,” Lars said. He looked at me and then turned to look at Kirk. “Kirk, wanna help me put this beer back in the fridge?” he asked. Kirk shot him a weird look.

“Can’t you do that yourself?” he asked.

“No. I need your help,” Lars said and nodded his head towards James and me. Kirk got his clue and jumped up.

“Yeah, I’ll help you,” he said to Lars and continued, looking at James and me, “I’m gonna give him a hand with the beer,” he walked out of the room behind Lars and closed the door. I rolled my eyes and tried not to look at James.

“Very subtle,” I snorted.

“Very Lars,” James confirmed, “but we do have to talk,” he continued.

“I suppose so...,” I agreed. I wanted to talk things through with him, but somehow I just didn’t feel like doing it now. I needed a break from him and from everything. I needed to get my thoughts straight and I wanted to figure out what I wanted from life and from our relationship.

“I’m really quitting, you know,” he said quietly. I didn’t actually believe him, I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I had believed him earlier, when he said that he’d prove that he wasn’t a drunk. I had believed him, but he had showed me that he wasn’t worth being trusted.

“That’s... good,” I said, trying to sound happy for him.

“So... Could we talk this through?” he asked. I looked at him and saw the look in his eyes. I hadn’t seen him that sad for a long time. Not for years... I wanted, so badly, to tell him that everything would be all right and we could work things out, but I wasn’t sure if it would have been true.

“No,” I blurted out. He looked at me surprised. “I mean, eventually yes, but now... there’s nothing to talk about, just... not now. I can’t deal with this now...”

“Couldn’t you just-”

“James, listen to me. I can’t do it right now. It’s too much. I have to think about it, okay?” James was silent, so I continued, “I need a break from all this. I don’t expect you to understand me, or anything, but I just can’t deal with all this now. I want to, but I can’t. Just give me some time, okay?”

“Fine. We’re really done then, aren’t we?” He asked, speaking slowly, as if he didn’t want to say the words.

“I don’t know. I don’t want that, but maybe it’s for the best. For both of us. Let’s just be friends and see what happens.”

“I don’t want to be friends with you, I-”

“It’s either that or nothing, for now,” I interrupted. I knew what he was going to say and I didn’t want to hear it, not now. “It’s your call.”

“Well, friends then, but... I just... Tell me when we can talk. I’m not giving up this easy.”

“I will,” I promised and James left. I thought that he would have left to his apartment or something; that was what he normally did when things didn’t go his way, but he just left to get Lars and Kirk back. They all walked in silently and sat down on their seats. Nothing was talked about me and James.

We went through the rest of the stuff and afterwards I started to pack my things.

~*~*~*~*~

“Got a second?” James asked. I looked up at him and saw that Kirk and Lars had left.

“Sure. Shoot,” I said.

“About my apartment... When exactly do I have to move out?”

“Well, your lease in ending in a month, or on the 6th of June, anyway, so before that if possible.”

“So... I’m gonna go with Kirk and see the empty house and if I want to buy it, will you do the papers?”

“Yes, if you want me to. I am your lawyer, as you probably know... Whatever legal stuff you have, I will deal with it,” I said.

“Okay. You... Do you want to come and check the place out with us?”

“Why exactly?” I asked. I figured that James was up to something.

“Well, if there’s any legal stuff, then... You know, I’m not good with that.”

I thought about it for a moment and couldn’t find a reason to not go. “Well, I suppose I can...”

“Okay, we’ll be leaving soon then.”

“I’ll be out in a second,” I said.

~*~*~*~*~

We were in the house that Kirk had suggested to James. Kirk was talking to the real-estate agent, Nelson, and I was walking around the house with James.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“It’s nice. I think it’s great for you...”

“Yeah, it seems cool. I think I’m gonna buy this one. I mean, maybe it’s not the best one ever, but it is certainly cool...”

Not the best one? I thought to myself, if I had the money, I’d so buy this. “Do you want me to do the paperwork then?” I asked.

“Yeah, that’d be cool...,” James said. He took my hand and walked me to the patio. We stood there silently, holding hands. I don’t know how long we had been standing there, but after some time James said, “Deb, I’m sorry. I know this is all because of me and I just want you to-”

“James, please. First, it’s not all because of you. I’m part of this, too. And second, I really can’t or don’t want to go through this... Not now. Let’s just go inside,” I took my hand away from his and walked back in. Kirk was still talking with Nelson, but they stopped when I came in.

“Did you like the house, Miss Walker?” Nelson asked me politely.

“Yes, it’s pretty cool...”

“Is James gonna buy it?” Kirk asked.

“I think so,” I said.

“I believe that you, and your boyfriend, of course, will like this house, Miss Walker,” Nelson said and smiled.

“He’s... I’m his lawyer, not girlfriend,” I corrected.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know. You seemed like a couple...”

“Yeah...”

“Well, if Mister Hetfield is going to buy this house, then I should get the papers, excuse me,” Nelson said and left us standing in the hallway.


James:

I sighed as I watched Deborah walk away from me. It had been all going fine until I had opened my stupid mouth. I shouldn’t have said anything. I couldn’t believe I had messed everything up, twice in less than 24 hours. I should’ve just left her alone and let her come to me. I walked back inside and found Kirk and Deborah talking to Nelson, the real-estate guy.

“I’m gonna take it,” I said as I walked to the three of them. I didn’t pay any attention to Deborah; I figured that was what she wanted.

“Very well, I was going through these papers with Miss Walker here...”

“Yeah, they’re all good,” she said and smiled at me. I didn’t return the smile.

“Cool. Where do I sign?”

“Here,” Nelson said, pointing to a line, “and here,” he continued, pointing to another line after I had signed the first line. I signed that, too. “Congratulations, the house is yours,” Nelson said and grabbed my hand firmly.

“When can I move in?” I asked.

“Well, I have to get the papers done; the house is legally yours in a few days, so then. We can arrange the transportation for your belongings,” Nelson said.

“That’d be great,” I said, “Deb can probably give you my address and all, so, the stuff gets worked out.”

“Yes, that will work,” Nelson said, “Now, excuse me, I should get back to the office. Would you care to stay here for a while?”

“Nah, I’m good. I guess I get to see this place hell of a lot in the future,” I said and chuckled.

“Very well, shall we go then?”

We left the house. Nelson walked to his car, Deb to hers and Kirk and I to his car. We got in and waited for Nelson and Deborah to leave.

“So, did you talk to her?” he asked and adjusted the rear-view mirror.

“Not really. She says she’s not ready for it. I don’t fucking get it.”

“Well, I suppose that... that she needs time. I mean to sort her feelings and all...”

“You sound all like her, dude.”

“Sorry, I guess I’ve been hanging out with Lisa too much, getting all feminine and stuff...,” he said and laughed.

“I didn’t mean that. She said the same thing... That she needs to think about this and take a break or something.”

“Well, if you ask me, it’s understandable,” he glanced at me, “I mean, you’ve been together for... what? Four years now... And you’ve been really hanging out a lot, at least what I’ve seen.”

“Well, not lately. I’ve been in bars alone and...”

“And what?”

“Nothing. I just, I’ve had her waiting for me in my apartment and I’ve been out alone, or with you guys, but alone, as in, she hasn’t been there... And, man, I’m horrible.”

“You’re not. You’re just you. She knows it. You’ve been on your own for a long time. Or, not all alone, of course, but you haven’t had anyone that special in your life and... I understand and I’m sure she does, too, that you just can’t deal with it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It might have come out the wrong way... I, uhh, I just mean that s-she knows that you’re the, umm..., k-kind of guy, who is used to... uhh... used to being alone and... well, maybe on some level you don’t want to... want to be with anyone... I don’t know.”

“Whatever. Just start the car, Hammett.”
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And so it begins...LOOONG WAY!

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“Very subtle,” I snorted.

“Very Lars,” James confirmed.

And I loved that. :lol: :heart:
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Thanks for your comments, girls! :) Glad you're both reading! :heart:

Long way ahead, indeed... 25 pages posted, over 420 to go... ;) Many ups and downs ahead.


~*~*~*~*~

PART 9:

Deborah:

It had been a few days since I had talked to James the last time. He now owned the house we had been looking before and, as far as I knew, he had moved in already. He hadn’t called me after our last phone call. I had kept reliving that phone call over and over in my head.

“I’m moving out today,” he said.

“Yeah, that’s great.”

“I have a lot of your stuff in some boxes, do you want them back?” he asked. I didn’t know what to say. Basically, he was asking if I still wanted to be with him or if we were going to break up.

“I don’t know, James. I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I don’t know what I should do.”

“Come here and we’ll talk.”

“It’s... I just don’t think that it would be good, not yet. I don’t know what I should tell you.”

“Tell me what’s going on...”

“You know what’s going on!”

“How am I supposed to know that?” He sounded annoyed again.

“I’ve told you that. I don’t know if we should continue this. I would like to, but I don’t know if it’s worth it. If it’s going to be what it has been in the past months, then I just can’t deal with it. It’s too hard for me.”

“It’s not going to be the same. I’m not drinking anymore. I promise.”

“I wish I could believe that...”

“What do you mean?”

“The last time you told me that you weren’t drinking... What happened then? I came over and there you were with a bottle of whiskey...”

“I haven’t touched a bottle since!”

“Well, that’s great, but... You know this. You lied to me. I just can’t trust that you won’t do that again. It’s not that I don’t want to. I do, but I just can’t...”

“I wish you could-”

“Me too.”

“-I suppose there’s nothing I can do. I mean, well, is there?”

“No. Just, I’ve told this to you so many times. Just give me time.”

“You’ve had time.”

“I need more, okay?”

“Fine.”

“Just... Don’t get mad at me. I’m not trying to tease you or anything. I just have to get my thoughts straighten out. It will take time. You can’t imagine what I’ve been through, I-”

“I’ve been there. I know it.”

“You don’t, James. You lived your life and I was a part of it when you wanted, not when I wanted, but when you wanted. It was like I was your girlfriend only when you wanted that... When you needed me. I didn’t matter. You should try to figure out what you want from me. Do you want a real relationship or just someone who is there when you want to? I just can’t be with you if you want the last one...”

“Yeah. So, I guess we both have some thinking to do. But just come over when you’re ready. Or call me.”

“I will. I have promised you that, haven’t I?”

“Yeah...”

“Just do me a favor and leave me alone for some time. Don’t call or anything...”

“Fine. Bye then,” he said and hung up.


I sighed. I had no idea what I should do. I knew that if he was really going to stop drinking, it would be great for us, but if he lied again, I couldn’t trust him. I knew that I should tell him that I wanted to have children. I had been thinking about that ever since that dream. But the James I knew just wasn’t a father figure. I sighed again and went to get my stuff. I figured that if I talked to James in person I might be able to reach some kind of decision on what I wanted.

~*~*~*~*~

“I’m ready now. We can talk,” I said to myself, “No, that’s not good... Hi, James. I’ve been thinking and I think I’m ready to talk now,” I said, “No, not good either. Too much thinking...”

I was driving to James’ new house and I was rehearsing my speech to him, “I’ve been thinking about us and I can talk to you now. I want to be with you, but only if you’re not going to drink.”

I shook my head, “I can figure it out then. I don’t have to know what I’m going to say. I can just tell him what I feel. That should do it...”

~*~*~*~*~

I went to the front door and knocked on the door. There was no answer. I sighed and went back to my car. I took my cell phone out and tried to call to James. No answer either. I tried his cell phone, but it was off. I tried his landline, too, but I was directed straight to his voice mail. I left him a message, asking him to call me when he got it.

“I guess we’re not talking then...,” I said and drove back home.
Edited by Broken, Beat & Scarred, April 24, 2011, 3:49 pm.
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No, no, no! James where are you? Stop being so stubborn. >.>
Moar? :biggrin
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I know where he is!!! :lol: But my lips are sealed... :biggrin

Good work Minna:)
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