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Shotgun Wedding; James/OC. Justice era.
Topic Started: July 24, 2011, 3:30 pm (11,470 Views)
disposable_hero
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Lawrah Luvsmetallica
September 25, 2011, 2:49 pm
Keep goin'

moar plzz :wavey :biggrin
Soon! :biggrin
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September 25, 2011, 3:47 pm
Lawrah Luvsmetallica
September 25, 2011, 2:49 pm
Keep goin'

moar plzz :wavey :biggrin
Soon! :biggrin
*Poke poke poke poke poke poke pooooke*

I will not stop until you post a new (long) part :P :biggrin
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Oh.. poor James! :heart: :heart:
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September 26, 2011, 9:30 am
*Poke poke poke poke poke poke pooooke*

I will not stop until you post a new (long) part :P :biggrin
Oh, dear. I guess I'd better get on that, then...I can't have you poking me while I'm doing chemistry homework. :lol:
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September 26, 2011, 10:09 am
Naja Hetfield <3
September 26, 2011, 9:30 am
*Poke poke poke poke poke poke pooooke*

I will not stop until you post a new (long) part :P :biggrin
Oh, dear. I guess I'd better get on that, then...I can't have you poking me while I'm doing chemistry homework. :lol:
Arh okey.. Homeworks is more important, i can take a rest from the poking while you're at it ^_^
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Sorry for the delay, ladies, but here's a small part.

Happy October. :D

- - -

Ashlynn's POV

I didn't find out about James' accident until two days after the fact. When he arrived home to recuperate, I didn't speak to him. It was my second day of silence now and he was getting annoyed.

"Really, Ash? You're still not talking to me? I wasn't really in the right mind at the time. I was sort of on fire. Calling you was the last thing on my mind." His face fell, knowing he'd said the wrong thing. I rolled my eyes. "I mean, I didn't wanna worry you or anything. I know you have enough on your plate with Adrian and managing all my shit. And now this." He held up his left arm, concealed in a plastic protective cast.

"I found out from fucking MTV, James. Of all places. I didn't hear from my own fiance for two days. I know it's dramatic, but something else could've gone wrong! What if something did happen, hm? I wouldn't have found out because no one likes to fucking tell me anything!" I threw my arms up in defeat and stomped across the living room. James followed. "'Does Ashlynn need to know?' 'Oh, no. She's not important. It's fine!'" I laughed manically, pacing.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Ashlynn. You're so dramatic! Just get over it. I'm fine! Look at me. It's fine! Fuck, just sit down." He watched me from the doorway of the kitchen, holding his good hand to his forehead.

"No, no. I'm going outside." I surged through the door, fuming. And still, he followed me. I sat down on the top step and, much to James' dismay, lit a cigarette. He sat down next to me.

"Would you do me a favor, James?" I flicked some ash on the ground. "And stop following me around. I'm glad you're okay, but I need some time to myself, alright?" I left the steps and headed for my car.

This time, James didn't follow me.

- - -

James' POV

Ashlynn left me sitting on the steps, wallowing in my anger and annoyance. I watched her El Camino speed down the street and kept my eye on it until she turned at the corner. When she was gone, I went back into the house.

This was my moment. I could drink again. It was justifiable. Both my career and my relationship with my fiance were teetering on the brink of nonexistence. I deserved to get good and drunk. And I knew that Ashlynn wouldn't be home until tomorrow. Judging from her mood, she would take Adrian to Laura's and stay there.

Problem was, I didn't have any alcohol in the house. Good thing, too, because I wanted to leave. I had to leave. Thankfully, there was a liquor store a few blocks away, so I didn't have to brave the truck with one arm. I left the house, smiling to myself.

I smiled as I walked the three blocks to the liquor store, too. My smile didn't leave me as the overhead bell of the store's door jingled, announcing my presence. I smiled at the bored looking girl at the register and headed for the back of the store. I found the last set of shelves and crouched down, plucking the cheapest bottles of vodka and whiskey from the shelf.

The cheaper, the quicker.

I took my prizes in my arms and carried them to the counter. I willingly handed over my credit card to the girl. Shit, I would've handed her the shirt off my back if she asked. This alcohol was going to make my night. The girl placed my bottles of heaven in a brown paper back and handed them over to me.

I left the store and walked to my house, grinning like the moron I was.

- - -

I was drunk after the first bottle. I didn't feel it at first, but once I rose from the kitchen table, my vision clouded and my stomach flipped, threatening to empty it self. The strong tolerance I once possessed for alcohol had dispersed in my year of sobriety.

I was completely off my ass. Cock-eyed. Fucking hammered. Any terminology you used concerning drunk, I was that.

I stumbled into the living room, crashing into the coffee table. It tumbled to the side and I stumbled on, unbothered and unconcerned. I attempted to climb the stairs so I could black out in the comfort of my head, but my legs wouldn't function well enough so I could climb the stairs.

I opted for the couch and stumbled back into the living room, kicking the coffee table as I struggled onto the couch. I fell onto it, my legs dangling off of the side, and I clutched one of the throw pillows before my vision blurred to nothingness.
Edited by disposable_hero, October 3, 2011, 3:50 pm.
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Happeh October to u too hun....and Btw MOAR!!!!!!!

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Happy october to you too :heart:

Well, it's going in the wrong direction with those 2.. :(
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Oh, James.... wrong move... wrong words... bad decision... :(

More please! :heart:
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I'm attempting to write now, y'all, but nothing's coming. If I don't post for a little while, it's because I'm suffering from writer's block. :(
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:wavey Hey! I'm back! :blush: Sorry I abandoned this for so long! Been very busy, I'm still catching up!

I'll comment more properly when I'm done! Hope your writer's block ends soon! :D

See you!
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*Sends muses at disposable_hero*
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October 8, 2011, 3:27 am
*Sends muses at disposable_hero*
Call me Kerri, and thanks for the muses.

They shall inspire me. :biggrin
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Okey Kerri :D ... but i will probably have forgotten that by tomorrow :blush:
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I found inspiration, I guess. o.o

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Ashlynn's POV

I returned home the next afternoon to a mess. My living room was a pigsty. The coffee table was turned on its side and James was snoring loudly on the couch, his legs on the floor. Kris came into the house behind me with Adrian in her arms. She gasped quietly and Adrian shrieked happily, "Da! Da!"

"Kris, can you take the baby out, please? Be back in like, two hours." I was breathing deeply, trying to calm myself down. The living room reeked of alcohol and I could tell where it was centered at.

"Yeah, Ashlynn. I can do that." She gave me a nod and whisked Adrian from the house. She knew what was coming and I was positive she was happy to leave. Poor girl. She was always in the middle of the fights James and I had. It was a miracle she still worked for us.

When she was gone, I walked over to the couch. James snored as I loomed over him, scowling. I kicked his leg. He flinched and groaned loudly. I kicked him again. He turned his head and looked up at me with bloodshot eyes. "Get up," I demanded with my arms crossed over my chest.

He groaned and rolled over. "Why?"

"Because my house is a fucking mess and you reek of alcohol. Get up." I nudged his leg with my foot.

James rose into a sitting position and shielded his eyes from the sunlight with his hand. "Alright, I'm up. What do you want?"

"A fucking explanation! What'd you do?"

He scoffed. "I got drunk, Ashlynn. And it felt fucking great. And I'll do it again. I'm sick of being sober."

I bit the inside of my cheek in an attempt to curb my anger, but it was no use. I was about to explode. "Sick of being sober, James? Sick of what? Your life?" I leaned close to him, accusingly jabbing my finger into his chest with the end of each question. "Are you sick of me, James? Of Adrian?"

His face fell and I could tell I struck a chord. His hands clenched into fists at his sides and he turned his head away from me. A mumble tumbled from his lips but I couldn't make it out.

"Look at me, James. Don't try to avoid this."

He whipped his head around and I could see that he was already red with anger. "What am I avoiding, Ashlynn?! Nothing! I'm not avoiding fucking anything! I know I have a problem, okay? But I love it!" James rose from the couch and threw his arms into the air, laughing loudly. "I fucking love it!"

"What do you love, James? Do you love drinking every night, stumbling into bed, and waking up with a pounding headache the next morning with no recollection of what happened the night before? If you tell me you love that, you're fucking lying." I narrowed my eyes in contempt.

"I love that it makes everything go away, Ashlynn. You don't get it." James was trembling now. He was so angry with me.

"Everything? What do you mean, everything? What needs to go away in your life, James? What's so fucking bad about it?" I pushed a hand through my hair and yanked at it, frustrated. He was so aggravating.

James didn't answer me. He pushed me away and charged into the kitchen. I followed him, seething. I watched with narrowed eyes as he reached on top of the refrigerator and unveiled a bottle of whiskey from behind a loaf of bread. Before he could uncap it, I swiped it from his hands. I hurried over to the sink and uncapped it, then watched as the amber liquid formed a waterfall into the drain.

"Goddammit, Ashlynn!" I dropped the empty bottle into the sink and stared fixedly at James. He stepped up to me, his chest heaving with angry breaths. I stood as tall as I could, still staring at him. "Why'd you fucking do that?!"

"Because you don't need it! You may think so, but you don't! You're going to fuck everything up if you start drinking again, James. And I promise you, I fucking promise you, you won't be seeing Adrian again. I'll take him and go back to Georgia."

James took another threatening step forward. "You can't do that. You wouldn't."

"I can and I will if you keep drinking. I told you, I'm done."

He shook his head in disbelief. His eyes were wild with anger. "He's my son, too, Ashlynn!" His hands clasped around my shoulders and he started shaking me. "You can't take him! I won't let you!"

I laughed. "You're realizing that you're doing wrong now, James. It's only when I threaten you that you realize it. You're such a fucking child!"

"You're such a bitch, Ashlynn!" James raised his hand to me, gripping my shoulder still. For the first time in two years, I heard something I used to be so familiar with: the crack of a hard palm against my cheek.

Time stopped then. I brought my hand to my throbbing cheek and glared at James. He stumbled backwards, realizing what he’d done. He looked as though he was trying to apologize, but I couldn't hear anything; there was just a ringing in my ear. This was Michael all over again, but I wasn't the same person I was then.

I was different.

So much different.

James approached me, attempting to hug me, but I cocked my fist back and launched it into his nose. There was a crack and James' hands flew to his nose while he howled in agony. I'd broken his nose. Blood poured from his nose and he ran to the sink, coughing loudly as he clutched the counter.

I stared at him, coughing and wiping blood from his face. He looked pathetic. I felt the throbbing in my cheek. I was pathetic. We were both pathetic.

"Fuck," I said, slumping into a kitchen chair. James quelled the bleeding and he looked up from the sink, his eyes sad. "What happened to us, James?"

"What?" He blinked and held a rag to his nose.

"We used to be so fucking happy. We used to love each other. Now fucking look at us." A sigh escaped from behind my pursed lips and I slumped further down into the seat. "Look at us," I whispered, tears sliding down my face and staining my jeans.

James gave his nose a last wipe and slid into the chair across from mine. "What do you mean used to?" I felt his hand close around mine. I looked up at and saw that the bridge of his nose was bruising already. I winced.

"People in love don't fight like this. They don't hit each other."

James laughed softly, shaking his head. "My mom used to say that lovers fight more than enemies. She never explained why, but I guess I get it now." He rubbed his thumb over my hand, staring up to the ceiling. "If you're passionate about someone, all of your emotions are going to be extreme."

I shook my head, scoffing. "No. Lovers love. They don't break noses."

"No, baby, believe me. I deserved this." When I shook my head, James tilted my head up with his hand and nodded. "Yeah, I did. I shouldn't have hit you." His casted hand raised to my cheek and I flinched at his touch, but relaxed when he only ran his fingertips over it. "I'm sorry."

"I don't know if I can do this anymore, James." I looked away from him. "We fight and make up, only to fight again. I'm sick of it."

James heaved a sigh. "We'll work through it, okay? Don't leave again. Don't make me beg again."

I brought my free hand to my forehead and squeezed it in frustration. "It's just...it's so fucking aggravating, James. I'm tired of coming home to this shit."

My eyes found James' and he looked devastated. "This shit? What shit? Me?"

"No, not you. The shit that you do."

James let go of my hand and brought it to his face, shielding his eyes from my view. I got up from the table, giving him his privacy. I went silently about the kitchen, retrieving the things I would need to realign his broken nose: two rags, some aspirin, and medical tape. When I returned to the table, I took James' hand away from his face. His cheeks were wet with tears. He sheepishly wiped them away and I leaned forward and kissed him softly.

"I'm gonna reset your nose, okay? It's gonna hurt." I handed him the rag, instructing him to blow his nose into it. He did so and immediately tossed it into the trashcan afterward. He gripped his thighs and then nodded at me. I pressed my fingers to his nose, making a triangle with them. He breathed deeply and, as he exhaled, I jerked my fingers to the left. There was a crack and James gasped loudly.

"Fuck! Shit, that hurt!" He swiped the second rag from the table and pressed it to his bleeding nose.

"Sorry," I said faintly, sliding the bottle of aspirin to him. He took two, swallowing them dry.

James looked up suddenly with a look of concern on his face. "Did you sleep last night?" So, he noticed the bags under my eyes. I shook my head and James pulled me up from the table. In silence, he guided me upstairs and put me to bed.

Literally. He took off my jeans and pulled back the covers, tucking me beneath them. He pressed a kiss to my lips and ran his fingers through my hair. "I'm sorry," he said softly, looking down at me. I said nothing, but brought my hand to his cheek in acknowledgement. He smiled before rising from the bed.

Before James exited the room, I spoke, "Don't forget to put ice on that." He nodded and started to exit again. "And Adrian should be home soon." He nodded again and made to leave. "Don't forget to write a check for Kris, either."

"Ashlynn," he warned, holding up a hand to silence me. "I know." He closed the door after giving me a reassuring smile.

I curled up beneath the blankets, trying to stop my brain. I was frantic, remembering all of the things that needed to be done, but I knew if I left the bedroom James would treat me like a child, scolding me and shoving me back up the steps. I accepted my fate as a lazy invalid for the day and closed my eyes, leaving my worries in the back of my mind.
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