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| Shannyn(: | September 12, 2011, 6:43 pm Post #31 |
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Tongue-tied & twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
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I know i already said this through PM but i hope you're okay & it heals fast!
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| Shayniz21 | September 12, 2011, 7:19 pm Post #32 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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wow that must really hurt take your time and hope everything is ok :horns2 |
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | September 12, 2011, 8:27 pm Post #33 |
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Gonna push through the Pain ladies and write for you! Stalking towards the kitchen, he ran his hands under the water and splashed his face. Leaning against the counter, he watched the drops of blood continue to fall from his nose. I want this all to be fucking over. I don't want a fucking relationship anymore. I wanna fuck any girl I fucking please! Fuck her for trying to tie me down. The next morning, it was raining. Go figure. He grabbed his coat and headed down to the studio. Not caring to wipe the dry bloos from his face, he strolled in like nothing was wrong. Glaring at Lars, he nodded his head for him to meet him in the back room. When Lars entered the dark room, he smiled at the porn covered walls. James was staring at the naked women with lust filled eyes and a small enticing grin. "She's fucking gone." He stated blatently. "Yeah? And how does it feel?" He shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned in the doorway. James turned to face him and his facial expression was blank, lost and confused. He didn't know how he felt. Shit, this was the second time he'd been through this. But this time, it wasn't him doing the hitting. It was her. "I don't fucking know Lars!! I just want it to be fucking over! I want the sluts to all go away! I want all the good girls to never touch me or look at me! Fuck all this shit! Fuck these little whores!! They just want money!!" "Welcome to being a rockstar..Man you enjoyed being fucked all the time. You know you did." "How can I enjoy it, if I was drunk half the time?!! Lars, these bitches don't know what a good fuck is! I'm done with all this." "You are not leaving the band. That is not a fucking option." "I'm not leaving the band no. But I am going to get help..I'm resigning until I figure out what the fuck is wrong with me." MORE SOON |
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| disposable_hero | September 12, 2011, 8:48 pm Post #34 |
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No worries! I hope you're alright! |
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| Burnout | September 13, 2011, 5:16 am Post #35 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I hope you feel better soon! But, honestly, save your hand, we can wait a bit longer! It's better to delay the updates, than to have serious problems with your hand! Great update! |
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | September 14, 2011, 8:22 pm Post #36 |
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I am back from having my fingers rearranged by my bone doctor! And I am reading and well wot post for you girls!! Lars stared up at his best friend in awh of what he had just heard. He didn't want to think that his friend for nearly 20 years, was finally going to rehab. "What the fuck? Are you fuckin' serious man?! How long have you been drinking and you're just NOW getting help? You're a fucking rockstar! You can be a fucking alcoholic! It comes with the job!" the little man ranted and waved his hands in front of James. "I need help because I'm killing myself Lars! And the ones around me! I can't keep doing this! I can't hold a relationship because I get so drunk and cheat! I don't want to be that fucking asshole anymore! The alcohol isn't hiding my anger anymore. It's bringing it out! And soon, I'll be taking it out on someone. I don't want that on my conscience." "You already do! Hello?! Don't you remember what you did to Zane? Look all I'm saying is, I'm glad you're doing it, but it's a little sad that it has taken you this long to figure it the fuck out. Zane must have hit you pretty fucking hard." "Fuck you Lars. Anyway, I'm leaving tonight. Checking myself in. Tell the others and good luck.." The little Dane patted his friends shoulder and nodded before heading out of the room. James strolled out the back door of the studio and to his truck. Where he found Zane leaning against the passenger side. Her eyes were rimmed red, and the tears had stained her plump cheeks. Her once pretty lips, were now swollen from her nervous biting. He stood there frozen while the knot continued to build in his chest. "What're you doing here Zane?" He slowly stated, shoving his hands in his pockets. She stared at him in disgust and crossed her arms over her chest. "What am I doing here? Yeah nice to fucking see you to." "Well, the last time I saw you you punched me in the nose and broke it. So, excuse me if I'm a little defensive...What did you want?" "I actually came by to apologize for hitting you, and Lars just called me. Said you were going to rehab..Is that true?" "Well that was fucking fast. Shit, not five minutes passed til he picked up that damn phone. Yes, it is true. Why?" He then crossed his arms over his chest, mimicking the way she was standing. "I don't know. I just think it's great that you're finally deciding to go. But what spurred you to go? Again." She stepped closer to him, raking her eyes over his broad chest, uncrossing her arms. He watched her actions, and sighed heavily. "I don't know, maybe that jab to the nose?" She csmiled at him and he smiled back. "Well, I gotta get going..I'm checking myself in tonight.." "Oh well good luck then. And james?" She grabbed his arm and pulled him around to face her. "Yeah?" He stared at her quizzically. "I really am sorry. About all this. I really didn't mean to hit you..it.." "It just happened..I know..It's fine..Consider us even.." He smiled sadly, and turned heading for his truck. "James! Wait!" Sighing once more, he turned and looked at her sadly. "What Zane?" "You're not the only one who should be feeling guilty.." STAY TUNED TO FIGURE OUT WHAT SHE FEELS GUILTY ABOUT!!! |
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| disposable_hero | September 14, 2011, 9:11 pm Post #37 |
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WHY WOULD YOU STOP THERE ;~; (P.S. I'm glad you're okay!!) |
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| Shannyn(: | September 15, 2011, 4:06 am Post #38 |
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Tongue-tied & twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
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Hoping ya knuckles aren't giving ya too much hassle! Good two chapters! Keen to find out why she's guilty! |
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| Burnout | September 15, 2011, 5:56 am Post #39 |
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Hope you're doing better with your hand now! Bdnshfhejfjekakuridn I'm dying to know what her fault is!!!!
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | September 17, 2011, 8:24 pm Post #40 |
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I'm gonna post more tonight, but here's a little something just to tide you over. My hand is doing much better after being reset! Thanks for being so patient!Zanes POV James stared at me confused. Crossing his arms back over his chest, he stepped towards me. A puzzled expression covering his face. "What do you mean.. I'm not the only who should be feeling guilty?" The tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to face his icy glare. Looking down at my feet, the words escaped my lips painfully, just above a whisper. "I cheated on you... Three times.. Those nights you would come home drunk, and we would fight about it, I'd leave when you passed out and go see..him.." He squared himself in front of me and the tears welled up in the back of his eyes. Quickly sniffing them away he raised his voice. "You fucking did what?! After all those times you fucking preached to me about cheating on you! Making me feel like the complete fuck up?! You fucking go and do it?! What the fuck?! It's okay for you and not me?! Yeah, I was an ass, and yeah I did fuck up. But fucking two wrongs don't make a right!" He was flinging his arms around in front of me angrily and I stepped back frightened. I had always been afraid of him, more so when he was shit faced. But this was a whole new James. I couldn't figure out the emotion in his eyes. I knew he'd ask who I was with, and I knew he'd get hurt. But sometimes, you have to feel the pain that you have caused others. MORE SOON |
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| disposable_hero | September 17, 2011, 8:48 pm Post #41 |
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And now I have to find out who Zane was with.
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | September 18, 2011, 1:11 am Post #42 |
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I apologize for such a short post earlier!! Here's more! I'll be posting a lot tonight so stay updated! James noticed my cowering stance, and my flustered movements. I was starting to shake, and I could feel my bottom lip quivering with the hurt and fear of how he would react when I tell him I was with his best friend. He stepped even closer to me and I could feel his hot breath on my face. He smelt like mint, instead of alcohol. "Who the fuck was it Zane? Hmm? Do I know the poor fuck? Cause I swear to fucking God I will kill him for touching you. Who the fuck is it?" I shuddered with every, deep, low, growl that escaped his throat. I backed away from him and still avoided his heated gaze. Instead, I raked my eyes over his heaving chest. His neck red, from the anger and the screaming, sweat beads ran down his forehead, and his eyes.. Oh his eyes. They pleaded for mine to give him an answer. "I.. I was with.. I slept with Lars.. All three times. But it was never back to back days. The only time I went to him, were when you came home so shit faced that I was frightened to lay next to you.. James, I was scared, and Lars would be there when you weren't." He stepped back away from me, and I watched a lone tear fall from his eye, and trail down his scarred cheek. He shook his head no at me continuously. "You slept... You fucked Lars?!! Yeah, he was fucking there for you!! His hard dick in his hand! Of all fucking people?! Why him?! My best fucking friend, and the biggest fucking player in this fucking good for nothing world?!!! Why Zane?!!! Fuck you!! You're a fucking whore! I never once fucked ANY of your fucking friends! Not that you had any worth taking a second look at but still!! Never once! I can't fucking believe you!" Before I could move out of the way, his hand came down against my cheek. I immediately looked at him in such shock. This was not the first time he hit me. But it was the first time it happened when he was SOBER. Never once had he been forceful when he was sober. I pressed my hand to my stinging cheek, and let the tears fall. He had said some hurtful things, but that didn't matter. What mattered was he hit me. I stepped back and he copied my motions. His hands ran down his face. "I.. Zane.. Fuck I'm so.." I held my hand up and cut him off. Trying not to glare at him, I shook my head. "I'm done fighting. And I think the best thing to do, is for us to stay away from each other. This whole situation is both of our faults. We share equal blame. You're an alcoholic, and I'm a whore. We're even." "Zane, you're not a fucking whore.. Okay? I didn't fucking mean that. I'm just hurt, and I'm sorry.. You don't need to be ashamed.." "James, don't fucking start with these damn sob stories.. You think you're hurt? Imagine how I fucking felt every time you came home wasted with numerous hickeys on your neck. Just for once, put yourself in my shoes. Yeah, I cheated on you with Lars. I know, I fucked up. But at least he took the time to pay attention to my feelings, and give me advice on how to deal with you. I love you James. I really do. I love you with all my heart, and I never want to fully lose having you in my life. But you need help, and you need some one who won't give you a constant bad memory, and push you back to drinking. This is your third trip to rehab. Either I fucked up by not pushing you hard enough, or I fucked up by jumping on your back to much. Whatever, we need to be apart. Because this.. It is not working, and it has not been working for a long time.." He shook his head and stepped towards me. His hand rested on my shoulder, and I shook it off. "Zane, this isn't your fucking fault! I am responsible for relapsing these past few times. Not you. And you're right, we have not been working. At all. But.. will you wait..? Like wait for me? Til I get out?" "No. I want to move on from this. And I can't do that, if I have to wait on you, and worry about how you're doing. I'm sorry James, but I did that the last time, and this is where it brought us." "Fine. That sounds reasonable. I will respect that.. I best get going, and get out of your way.." He smiled sadly at me, and turned. Climbing into the Beast, and he sped off. I watched the tail lights fade in the dust and I turned to walk back to my car. I found Lars leaning up against my passenger side door. His arms crossed over his chest, and his feet crossed at the ankles. I sighed and shoved my hands in my pockets. He was really the last man I wanted to see right now. More soon girls! |
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| Shannyn(: | September 18, 2011, 1:15 am Post #43 |
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OOOOO THE TENSION! *sitting on the edge of the seat waiting for more*
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | September 19, 2011, 7:27 pm Post #44 |
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"You finally fucking told him huh?" He pushed himself off my vehicle and strode towards my slouching frame. "Hi to you to you son of a bitch." I glared, my voice harsh though I never meant for it to be. "Don't fucking blame me Zane. We are both at fault for what we did. But when you look at it the fucking asshole deserved it. Maybe now he'll quit cheating." I glared down at him and did everything I could not to slap him across that smirking face. "Says the poster boy for players. Look, it's over and done with. I want nothing more to do with him. And he wants nothing to do with me. Plain and fucking simple." Lars stared up at me like I had slapped him. He shifted uncomfortably and sighed heavily. "I don't think that's true. You know he fucking loves you. And you know he's not gonna stay in rehab for very long. And you KNOW he's not gonna change. But that's not what really bothers you is it? Tell me Zane. What bugs you the most about him? We all know it's not the alcohol or the numerous girls." I turned away from him, and headed to the drivers side of the truck. Peering over the hood I glared at him. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about Lars. The alcohol and the numerous girls are what bug me the MOST. He's a fucking pig. And so are you. I think the only innocent one here is fucking Kirk." With that I climbed into my vehicle and sped off to mine and James' house. Strolling into the bedroom, I picked up our pictures and held them in one hand. Grasping his lighter off the dresser, I held it under the corners of the photo paper. I watched as the flames swallowed the pictures of him and I. Tossing the charred pieces into the trash, I began to slowly pack, when I heard the door open. He couldn't be home right now. He was going to rehab. When I turned to stare at the doorway, I saw him. He was staring at me completely dumbfounded. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his long legs crossed at the ankles of his combat boots. "What do you think you're doing? Does your heart really want this Zane?" I had to be dreaming. He was dead, gone. Why is my brother standing in the doorway of this house? Why was he speaking to me? I responded back with a half shrug. "You know what you want. And this is not it is it Zane?" "I don't know what I want Tyler. I want to be gone. I don't want this life of being taken advantage of anymore." He stepped closer to me. His camo uniform wrinkling with every step. "He really wasn't cheating on you Zane. Those noises you heard at night, those bruises across his chest. Those were from bar fights, bouncers carrying him and tossing him out. The noises were his nightmares from his guilty conscience. He wasn't cheating." "But I saw the hickeys on his neck. I saw the stains on his jeans every time I did laundry. He had to have been cheating..." MORE SOON |
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | September 19, 2011, 8:16 pm Post #45 |
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Sorry for the short chapter, my computer shut down on me. So here's the follow up. "He had to have cheated? Zane, you're accusing him, because that's all you've ever known of him. You're used to him being with another girl, that now when he does tell you the truth, you believe that it's a lie. I've been watching my friend, and the most he's been doing is fighting at bars, and professing himself to Kirk. Whatever Lars has fed you, is bull shit. James loves you, but just like you. His head is in a hole and his heart is somewhere locked away. He just wants you to see HIM. Not the clown that he's being for you. Do you get me Zane? Am I making sense?" "You're wrong Tyler. He's a cheater, and he's a piece of shit." Tyler's expression gave me a chill down my spine and I shivered noticeably. He stepped back and shook his head. "What have you turned into kid? This is so unlike you. You used to be so pure and innocent. And loving, and forgiving. You aren't giving James the chance he deserves." "I've given him plenty of chances." "no, you've given him excuses to stay. Those are much different than chances. And he's realizing that. Maybe you should start too." I closed my eyes, and a tear slipped out. When I reopened my eyes, he was gone. It was just a hallucination. He was wrong. He didn't know what he was talking about. He hadn't been watching. He'd been dead. ROUGHLY A YEAR LATER. Zane stared out the window of her dingy apartment. The one she had left for James' large home. It was raining and it had been nearly a year since she'd seen let alone talked to any members of Metallica. She had been working on erasing them from her mind. But each time she heard a diesal engine, she'd turn. Only to be disappointed not to see the Beast parked behind her. She strod to her bed and plopped herself underneath the heavy comforter. She had regretted so much about their relationship, and each day she found it more difficult to live on through it. She had begun running out of excuses to tell herself. JAMES POV Sitting alone in the empty sound room, tapping his feet slowly to the beat of his own guitar strumming. His eyes closed, his head bobbing slowly. His eyes opened at the end of the riff that he had been carrying for awhile now. The first thing he focused on was the worn out photograph of him and Lars at some party. They were totally shit-faced and Lars had his arm around his shoulders, his tongue reaching out and touching James' cheek. He shook his head and closed his eyes again. The betrayal he felt, the anger he pent up. All came out in one fluid, fast motion of his wrist. Banging on the strings, he tapped both of his boot covered feet. Finally, sighing he set his guitar on its stand carefully and rested his elbows on his knees. Reaching back he pulled his wallet from his back pocket. Opening it, he stroked the photo of him and Zane. The burned edges were chipping and felt rough. He had found a good portion of their in a trash can outside his door. It wasn't like him to sit and let tears fall onto old pictures, or to tap his feet with his eyes closed. It wasn't like him to feel the music he played or the words he sang to move his heart. He pulled the picture out from under it's laminated case and held it in his palm. His face looked rough, and she looked so soft. Her lips were pressed against his cheek, and he was making a silly face, like she had cooties. He smiled to himself and sniffled the tears back further behind his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he saw her, or spoke to her. All he wanted was to feel her warmth under his arms and against his chest. But with his luck, she'd probably fled town soon after she had burned everything that belonged to their life together. He had forgiven Lars, he had sat and cried with Lars about everything and looked too Cliff for advice that he longed for for years. He knew how to be patient and he knew how to love now. Rehab was something that ended up in his benefit for once. She had been right that day. Not seeing her, made being away much easier. The process of being alone worked with him and this time, freed him from the demon that had hold of his being. He hated the demon, and he still had yet to fully conqour the rage inside. He still had a lot of guilt to sort through, but there was one important person missing. Zane. He knew he needed her in order to get rid of everything completely. He didn't NEED her as a partner, but he needed her as a friend. That was the only way for him to get through. He stood, still holding the photo in his palm, he shoved his wallet back into his pocket and headed for his truck. Taping the charred photo to his review mirror he started his engine and drove the way towards her old apartment. Just as a hunch that maybe, she never really did leave. Walking to the wall, he scanned the box. Finding her name, he smiled in relief and pressed the call button. ZANES' POV The buzzing of the call button annoyed her ears and awoke her from her calming nap. She hadn't been expecting somebody today. But she'd better let them in, so they don't get sick from standing in the rain. With her luck, it'd be her friend Carissa checking up on her. So without looking at the monitor, she pressed the enter button. Laying her head back on the pillow she picked up the magazine next to her and began reading a section on, nonetheless, Metallica. A section she's read over and over. She could hear the heavy footsteps of someone walking towards her room. Probably her neighbor. Carissa didn't have heavy feet. She wore heels even in the rain. She returned her focus to her magazine. JAMES POV He stumbled forward as the gate opened underneath his hand. He looked around for anyone and walked up the stairs to her room number. his hands shaky and sweaty, he wiped them on his dark washed jeans. His spiky hair, no slicked down from the rain, and his Black tank sprinkled wet. He took a deep breath and thought of turning back. He was afraid of what she may say once she opened the door and saw his more filled out form. He had worked out more now, and his shoulders had become more broader. His arms, barely reached down to touch his sides completely from his large biceps. He only looked the same in the face. The only difference was his blue eyes were finally blue again, and not bloodshot, or red rimmed. His expressions were soft and gentle instead of harsh and angry. He raised his fist to knock, but set it back down at his side. He looked to his side and jumped slightly hen he saw Cliffs figure. He had been visiting James a lot, and it helped more than he wanted to realize. "Hey Cliff." "Why are you struggling my friend? This is what you looked forward to isn't it?" "It doesn't feel like it." "That's the guilt. And it'll go away once you take a glimpse at her. I promise you." "Cliff? I don't want to be let down." "Sometimes being let down is the best thing for our lives. But you have no worries kid. This will turn out good. Just play your cards. The ones you didn't rehearse in the mirror." With that, Cliffs figure disapated and James stared back at the large, thick wooden door. Raising his fist he knocked loudly. Stepping back, he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down. He could hear her light footsteps gliding across the wooden floor. He could see her shadow dancing underneath the door as she fumbled with the locks. She swung the door open, with a bright smile that soon faded when she realized who it was standing in front of her. "J..James.." He watched the color drain from her full face and she stumbled backwards. Not the reaction he had expected but he stared at her deeply anyway. "H..Hi Zane.." MORE SOON
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I hope you feel better soon! But, honestly, save your hand, we can wait a bit longer!
It's better to delay the updates, than to have serious problems with your hand!

8:41 PM Jul 10