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Terrible Things; This is Sad, but it is a love Fiction with James/OFC
Topic Started: December 13, 2011, 8:51 pm (4,589 Views)
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Story inspired by the song Terrible Things by Mayday Parade. I'm writing this in memory of a friend. Just with Metallica members.

2011, James Hetfield Residence

James sat in his home studio. Plucking aimlessly at his Gibson acoustic. His fingers becoming sore, he stopped and stared at the wallet sized picture on the stand. A rebel tear fell down his cheek and he sniffled softly. Whispering into the air, "I miss you." He ducked his head down and tapped his foot gently to ease himself back into relaxation.

Castor watched silently from the doorway as his father played slowly. The same tune he recognized from when he was just a boy. His father would sit by his bedside and play it continuously til he would drift away to sleep. He couldn't make out what his father had said, but in curiosity he stepped forward into his fathers realm. He sat on the couch as his dad drifted into silence. He worried at why his dad always did this around this time of year. It was December. A month that was supposed to be filled with joy and happiness. But that wasn't the case with his father. And it hasn't been ever since he could remember. His dad and him had always been alone. He never knew his mom, and he never asked about her. And therefore, James never spoke of her.

His uncle Kirk would just sigh and take him to some fun filled fair for the day. But as he reached his teen age, he began to become bored of it. So Kirk would stop taking him and instead bought him a drum set to bang around on. He cleared his throat nervously and watched his father jump in surprise. "Castor! Shit, you scared me son...What're you doing in here anyway? How long have you been sitting there?" Castor looked down and avoided his fathers' pressing gaze. "I..I uhm..I was standing in the doorway when you were playing...I guess for just 20 minutes or so...I wanted to ask you something..."

He twidled his thumbs and still avoided looking James' in the eye. He heard him sigh and set the guitar down on it's stand. "I have a feeling I know what you're gonna ask...Castor, you're 17, and I think it's time you understand where your mother is...and Why...and how.." Castor looked up at him shocked that his dad already knew what the prodding question would be. He nodded and leaned back on the couch. James spoke with a softness, and kept his hands folded between his knees. His head down, his eyes closed in remembrance.

"When I was 19 or so, I had this...feeling that love was gonna strike me at any point..I strived for it. I never had love before. I would date countless girls just to try and search for what it felt like. Well, it started with being at a harmless kickback party with your Uncle Kirk, and Uncle Lars. And of course, your Uncle Cliff. Rest his soul."

FLASHBACK
"James! Dude! Check out that brunette over there! By the keg! Dude, if she can do a keg stand, man, she's a dream girl and a keeper! Go over there! Speak to her man!" I groaned in frustration at my friend Lars shrieking voice in my ear. I glared at him and spat back. "I just got out of relationship. I want to be single man. Fuckin' leave me alone." He stepped back, his arms raised and turned walking away. I sat back in my chair and continued to watch the mysterious brunette. She smiled at me a few times, but I had quickly looked away out of embarrassment. When I glanced back up, she was being held by the ankles by some burly, football player lookin' dude, doing a keg stand. I chuckled to myself and shook my head. Taking another long sip of my beer. He set her down and she straightened her shirt out.

She glanced my way again and I blushed at her smile. I felt my beer start to shake in my hand as she made her way over to me. Her hips swinging side to side gracefully. I began to become angry. Great, another girl who just wants to sleep with a starting Rockstar. Just what I need. Another loveless, meaningless fuck. I'm tired of pussy being thrown at me every time I turn my head. I just want to be loved for fucks' sake. I smiled falsely as she stood in front of me. I raised to my feet and held out my hand.

BACK TO JAMES AND CASTOR
"Now son, she was beautiful. Just drop dead gorgeous. She had perfectly straight, white teeth, and an hourglass figure. Her hair was longer than mine, and she just barely came up to my chin. Her name was Alexi and she was so sweet. The most beautiful woman I'd ever met. Anyway on with the story.."

FLASHBACK
She grasped my hand in her tiny one. She spoke but I didn't hear her. So instead of being a fool I just shook my head and spoke to her, my name. "James. Hetfield. Nice to uhm..meet you..So what brings you here to a metal head party?" I smiled and chuckled nervously. "It's my favorite type of music, and I know Cliff. I went to school with him, and he invited me. I wanted to introduce myself because I noticed you gawking at me.." She blushed and ducked her head away from me. Her teeth gently biting at her bottom lip. "Oh well, uhm..It's nice to meet you. And I wasn't gawking...I was admiring..I'm sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable..."

It was my turn to duck and be embarrassed. She giggled and I felt my stomach turn happily. She smiled back up at me. "You know, all the other guys said you were a real ass. That you weren't a people-person. But you seem pretty friendly to me..." I smiled and nodded my head in thanks.

BACK TO JAMES & CASTOR
My son was watching me and listening to my every word intently. He was fixed in on the story and I smiled gently. "After that party, I had given her my number and asked her to come to coffee with me. I remember not picking up another beer that night. I was afraid of forgetting about her. That was the last thing I needed. But, she accepted my offer and we went to breakfast and coffee. And not too soon after we were holding hands and laughing and taking long drives. I tell you what, she could head bang just as hard as the guys. She was girly, yet, she was so tomboy and had this...I don't give a fuck attitude. That soon faded as she grew older." He laughed and smiled and right then and there, I thought of Alexi. He looked exactly like her. In every way. Unfortunately he had my personality.

"Most of the time, we'd just sit on the hood of my car in the middle of the night with a bottle of Whiskey, and we would laugh, and talk about random things that really had no meaning. She'd cry, and I hold her. I'd even cry sometimes, and she'd hold me. But, we never fought. And if we did, it was always over who got to drive back or who got top during cuddling. We shared a lot of good things. Then one night, after jsut buying a new truck. A dodge Ram 2500 Duli Hemi Diesal Automatic, dark blue. Her pick of course. We drove to our new found spot, crawled into the 8 foot tailgate and covered up with a blanket. I wanted her, more than anything. We had been going strong for just a little over a year, and she traveled everywhere with us. The guys loved her cause it was like having well, one of the guys over all the time."

"She was always full of laughs and anger and happiness and sadness. She could mask just as well as I could. We were only ourselves when we were together. But, that night in my new truck bed with her, I sat up and stared at her. I swear son, when you love someone, just look for that little sparkle in their eye..And promise me you won't take any girl out in a truck like I did, unless you are positive something is there. And sometimes, it won't be a stranger. It'll be your best friend that you fall in love with...Well, Alexi had got nervous and aske dme what was wrong..."

FLASHBACK
"Jamie? Are you okay? Lay with me. I'm cold. Wrap your arms around my waist baby..Please." I smiled and stroked my finger down her cheek. "Everything's fine baby. But I must tell you something wonderful. Something more wonderful than what Orion has to offer." I stared up at the sky and choked down the lump in my throat. I had gotten her attention and her head was rested in my lap. Her blue eyes staring up into mine. "What is it? Tell me Jaime, I don't wanna wait..Please tell me now." I stared down at her and chuckled. She sat up and cupped my face in her hands kissing me passionately. "Jaime? Do you wanna have sex? I think I'm ready...And I know you are...I think we're close enough now Jaime...I think we're ready..." I scooted back and shook my head looking down. "What's wrong Jaime? Did I say something?" I pressed my finger to her lips, hushing her. "Please, just shut up Alexi.." Her eyes went wide, and so I apologized for being so rude to her. "Alexi, you love me right? Like, you don't just like me?" "Well of course I love you James...And don't think for one minute it's because you're gonna be a rockstar...I love you cause...well...I'm not exactly sure why I love you. I just know that I do...I saw it in your eyes the day I caught you staring at me." She giggled that cute short giggle that I loved so much. "Well, I love you too...and I uhm..well I made you this gift...But I want you to take real good care of it..."

"I think it'll mean a lot to you in the days to come..." I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a make shift box and handed it to her. She opened it with care and once she took a glance at what was inside she gasped. "I think this is what we're ready for more than anything Alexi...Please, will you marry me? It doesn't have to be now, it can be in time, but promise me that when we are of older age you will? Please Alexi?" Her shaky hands dropped the box and she crushed her lips to mine. Her tongue running over my lips and her hands roaming into my jacket to tug at the sides of my shirt. I moaned softly and grasped my hands onto her hips. I pulled her away from me. My forehead rested against hers. I left my eyes squinted closed. "Jaime? Jaime, please stare at me. Look me in the eyes Jaime and tell me you love me.."

I stared at her like an innocent child. My voice squeeked out and I cursed myself for it. "I love you Alexi...I want you to marry me. No, I need you to marry me..." A tear floated down her cheek and she kissed my cheek softly. She nuzzled her nose against my ear and whispered to me "I need you to Jaime. I promise to marry you in time..But we are far to young yet...We have so much more ahead of us before we marry like adults. I want our childhood to last like this." Her hands traced up and down my back. I sighed and kissed her temple.

JAMES & CASTOR
"She married me 3 years later. And nothing was ever the same...We never fought of course, but after Cliff's death she was a mess. There was very little that even I was able to do to make her smile again. The same smile she used to show off years before. Son, life will give you things, and it will take them jsut as quickly as they are handed to you. Around the time of, oh, I think it was the making of the Black Album, Alexi and I were...drifting apart. I never cheated on her. I could never bring myself to it. Just watching what it did to Lars and Kirk, it just wasn't in me to even kiss another female. Well, Alexi came to me one day and she was crying. But it was happy tears of course. She was pregnant...and a few months later, the baby was gone. Miscarriage. Then around 1994, she was pregnant with you. That was the most happiest year of our lives. Welcoming you into our lives that is."

"When you turned one, I was out hunting, and she called me screaming that I missed it. But little did she know, I rushed back and I had made it to your 1st birthday. I don't think she had ever slapped me so hard. Now she slapped me for making the foolish decision to even be gone for that long. Hahah, but those happy moments only lasted exactly a few moments. Not even 3 months later, your mother was diagnosed with cancer...And since it was too far along there was nothing to be done..I took you to the hospital every morning, then we would return at night."

"And that song that I would play for you at night to make you sleep, your mother wrote it when you were just a few weeks old. And she had lyrics to it, but I've seemed to have forgotten them since she never wrote it down, and I was never around enough to listen to them to memorize them. She passed away holding you and I close to her December 16. Which is, sadly today. And now you know why I get so down during this month. When something is handed to you, and it's the most amazing thing, I want you to cherish every second you have with it. You'll go through countless girls, and countless friends. But always remember it's not about the quantity of what you have, it's the quality. And you better be thankful for everything that you do. And please don't ever regret decisions and thoughts that you do..Please...Just cherish them and act on them. Some will lead you to the pits of hell, and others will lead you to the gates of Heaven."

I watched as the tears slipped down my sons cheeks. He was never one to cry, or show emotion. But I knew that with every tear, he had understand what my point was. I patted his shoulder and smiled softly at him. "Dad? Can we go see her? Maybe...Maybe talk to her?" I nodded and stood. Grabbing my truck keys, "Of course. Lets go."

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The drive was long, silent, and somewhat uncomfortable. Every stop light, I'd glance over at my son. He had grown to be such a man. One that I longed to be when I was his age. I was ashamed of the things that I had hid from him, but he would not have understood earlier. He most likely would've hated me for it. I shook my head, and pressed the gas to the floor. Rushing the drive to the cemetary. That's one you don't hear everyday. Rushing to get to a dead person. My son was just staring out the window the whole drive. His chin in his palm, and his elbow on the door frame. He would sigh heavily every now and then.

When I parked, he was the first one out and onto the grass. Searching for her name. His head down, hands shoved in his pockets, and feet moving fast. I strode out and leaned against the door frame. "Castor..." I whispered. He didn't respond. "Castor.." I repeated much louder. His head shot up and I gulped down the hurt that I saw in his face. A tear, a single tear, streaming down my son's face for a person he'd never gotten to know. I pushed off the car door and strode towards him. He stepped back and turned away from me. "What's her last name?" His voice had cracked but he acted as if it hadn't happened. "Hetfield....we got married son..Did you.." I cut myself off short and watched as his feet moved up and down the aisles.

He dropped to his knees a few minutes later and as I started to rush towards him, I stopped in my tracks. He had bowed his head, his eyes closed and his hands folded in his lap. I tried my hardest to hold the tears at the rim of my eyes. He was praying. I stayed where I was. My arms folded over my chest, my feet planted firmly in the ground. There were no flowers in the pot next to her headstone, there was no 'I miss you' balloon, like so many other sites out here. My presence was long over do. And as for my son, well his was too...

CASTOR POV
I couldn't help but bow my head. My father was never much for religion or spiritual times, but I figured this would call for it. My eyes were shut tightly, holding my tears in my throat. I clenched my hands together in my lap and shifted more comfortably on my knees. I could feel my heart pounding against my rib cage and sternum. This was crazy, it was stupid.

"Hey...I don't know you...but uhm, my dad says you were a great person...He said you were my mother..He also said that you knew each other better than yourselves...If that's the case tell me why he waited so long...Tell me why he never wanted pictures of you and I when I was a young boy. I'm a young man now. Can you see? Look. Down here, in this grassy field next to this shitty decorated, isolated, stone. How come he never came to see you?! He's wrong for that you know. If he loved you so much he would've stoped by and gave you some flowers. You do like flowers right mom? Every girl loves flowers every now and then...You were pretty mom...He showed me a picture of you...He plays to it all the time around this month.."

"He says you came up with the song. Did you know it was my lullaby? Of course you did..You fucking wrote lyrics to it! Why didn't you write them down! You should've mom! I don't know what to feel...I don't know why I'm even calling you mom. Last time I ever saw you, I was 3...And now look...How hard did you fight? Did dad fight? Psh, I doubt he ever did...He's a puss when it comes to confrontation. He just walks away..."

"Castor, Castor, Castor...Son..You remind me so much of that man...Talking to me this way...No filter, no remorse. Just feelings. My dearest son, I miss you. And unlike you know, I've been watching you grow up. Your father, he's not a pansy...He stands up when he feels it's the right time my boy..Time and place for everything youngin'. Why you act so angry with me? I tried, and they tried, and your father...He tried as much as he could..But there's a line that had been drawn where he just couldn't do any more."

I felt her touch my head. I was kneeling in front of her. She was young, and her hand was soft as it brushed my cheek and tousled my hair. Her smile was soft, her voice quiet. I stared up at her, tears staining my cheeks and she wiped at them quickly. Her thumb brushed over my cheek bone. She spoke slowly, and turned her head over her shoulder before kneeling in front of me. Matching my pose.

"Now, to start off, I did love flowers but I was so young and naive I would've been happier if he brought me a bottle of Jack to rest beside me. The one that he laid next to my side, well it's empty now. For I have already drained the last drop within my first few years up here. Your dad was hurting. I told him before I went away, that if he should ever come here again to never say hello..I don't want a hello becomes hello means goodbye, and goodbye means..well it means I'll never come back. Castor, your father thought of that name for you. And well your middle name is my name. Alexi. You see, your father never knew but I have a Russian background, and that's where my name came from. And he thought it was so beautiful and could swing either way."

"Now son, don't cry for me...Please, don't be sad. You and your father were the best things that ever entered my life. He did visit me every morning, leave for recording in the noon time, then come back just before dark to have dinner with you and I. You'd sleep so soundly next to me. The nurses used to try and take you to day care but you were such a good young boy that they stopped trying and left it alone. I know your father waited til now and that that upsets you some. But believe me. You would not have gotten it at younger ages. And you would have spent more time wondering who I was, what I was like, and who your dad and I were together. I didn't want that, and I told your dad to wait til you were of age. That way you'd be able to grasp what ahd happened. I wanted you to live a life, not to spend your days thinking and dreaming."

"But mother, now all I'll do is think. I wanna know about dad and you. Please mother, come back to dad. I never begged anybody for anything..I just want you. Dad doesn't feel happy anymore. Mother, dad still loves you, you know that right? He's standing over there, I know he is...He won't step closer mother. Tell him to step closer. Tell him to hold me like you did when I was young. Mother please...Please, please tell him to say hello to you...He misses you, I know he does...Mother..."

She hushed me with her finger on my lips. Her eyes fell closed and she shook her head slowly from side to side. "No, my son. He does not wish to come over here..Just let it be his way. It's his way of feeling better. Accepting what has become...Castor my love, I cannot come back..But one day someone will come along one day that will remind you of me and you'll love that girl with everything you've got. And I'll still be with you, though you may not see me. Now go young boy. Go to your father and live happily. I'm happy right here where I am. And I did write lyrics my son. Your dad just never found them cause I didn't want him to. There's a lot we hid from each other. But they were nothing of importance. The sheet is crumpled up and inside an old dusty box in the attic. Go to it in the night and look through it. It's hidden behind some guitar cases."

With that, she kissed my cheek and whispered her goodbye in my ear. "It was a pleasure to meet you again my son. My little Jaime.." She kissed my forehead then strolled away. I crushed my eyes shut and slammed my fists down onto the ground. I wasn't ready to say goodbye. I opened my flooded eyes and let the tears pour from my eyes. I could see my dad's defensive body through the blur. He was staring up at the sky his arms crossed uncomfortably over his chest. I laid my head on the cold stone and cried. My lungs burned with the sobs for air. My stomach hurt from the pushing of my cries. I felt a strong hand on my shoulder.I looked to the side and saw his knee next to my face. He was looking away from me of course.

"Please, don't touch me..." His hand left me almost instantly and he stood. Making his way back to the truck silently. I rose to my feet, wiped my wet face on my t-shirt and followed distantly behind him. I got in the truck and resumed my position against the door and window. He didn't speak, but this time turned the radio on. I reached over and shut it off. He stared at me quizzacly but remained silent and drove away. We reached home and I couldn't help but run to the studio, hop on the drums and begin to bang away. I didn't even put my head phones on. I just shut my eyes tightly and started a heavy, fast beat. My sticks broke and shattered out of my hands and I fell against my snare. My fingers and palms were bleeding from the slice of the fiberglass.

I heard his footsteps come closer to me and he opened the room door. He just leaned against it's frame and crossed his arms casually. I looked up and screamed at him angrily. "how could you?! How can you stand there so tight and calm?!!!! You never loved her you bastard!!! You never went to see her! You should have gone against her wishes to say hello to her once in awhile! Stop trying to be so tough! Break down for once! You're not doing yourself any good you know!!!! Just stop...STOP acting like it never happened!!!" I stomped my way past him but was quickly brought back by a strong hand yanking my arm. He forced me to stumble on my own feet and slammed me against the wall.

"You better show a little respect. I could jave gone your life without telling you a damn thing about her. I took you to see her for the first time. That's a step for me. Not you. You're pissed off because you have never loved something so much and than had it ripped away form you without warning. Which means, you don't understand a fucking thing about your mother and I. And no matter how many times I tell you, or how many stories I tell you, you still won't get it, until it happens to you. I pray every night, that God treats you much differently than he did your mom and I. Son, I love your mom and I love you. I never go see her for my own sanity and my own good. She would never want to see me go and cry to her and beg for her again. She wants me to move on. But that won't happen. Now you listen to me, and you listen real fucking careful. When your time comes, and you find someone worth your while and worth your every breath, you treat her with the up most respect and love. You hear me boy? You treat her the way I treated your mother. I want you to walk with your head high and like she is walking beside you every day. Clear? If she could see me, she'd slap me for the things i never did. Don't let that be you. I know my mistakes and I don't need my own fucking son pointing them out. You hear?"

I nodded my head in fright and bit my lip nervously. He let go of my arm and stepped back. He took his sunglasses off and revealed that his eyes were rimmed with redness. He had cried at the cemetary. I felt like shit, but now I understood what he was getting at. "Yes sir." I responded. "I understand you. You're clear.." He nodded his head and stepped aside. "You're dismissed. Get some sleep." I ducked my head down in shame and walked up to my room leaving my father in his own silence.

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Good :o :heart:

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Tehehe I post when you post hahahahaha Just kidding I'll post soon
I'm on it :lol:

I'm working on it in this very moment.
The sex thing was somewhat difficult to write this time :blink: I need some inspiration. *went to wake up THE husband*




Oh UPDATE :biggrin
OH GOD!!!!!!!!! Hahahaha try listening to a song. That's how I wrote most of my fan fics.
Try the song inside of you acoustic by the maine hahaha. hahaha. Trust me
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I'm on it :lol:

I'm working on it in this very moment.
The sex thing was somewhat difficult to write this time :blink: I need some inspiration. *went to wake up THE husband*




Oh UPDATE :biggrin
OH GOD!!!!!!!!! Hahahaha try listening to a song. That's how I wrote most of my fan fics.
Try the song inside of you acoustic by the maine hahaha. hahaha. Trust me
I CAN'T WAIT FOR AN UPDATE!!!!!! I won't be able to post til 4 tomorrow, because my comuter logs off at 6. and its 552 right now where i am
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I bowed my head in shame. "I'm so sorry for grabbing our son that way...I just..I needed him to understand. He was lashing out at me..Baby, how I miss you...No girl will ever compare to you..I miss your kisses, the way you would touch me to wake me up." I smiled to myself and say in my seat. Removing my shirt, I undid my jeans. It was hot in the studio, and the jeans were to snug around my waist. "Damn baby...I want your permission with something..." I closed my eyes and there she was. On her knees, her palms resting on my knees, her cheeky smile making my heart pound fast. "You're a big boy. You don't need my permission for anything. I'm not your mother. I know you're gonna ask if it's okay to take out that pretty lady at your shop."

I bit my lip embarrassed. "How did you know...?" She giggled and massaged my knees with her fingertips, "I've been watching you guys. What do you think I do up there all day? James, I knew there would come a day where you'd fall in love with someone else. And that's okay. I hated watching you sit in here alone, and cry over the things you can't change..It hurts me to see you nowadays Jaime." I choked on my tears and shook my head. "Shh baby don't say that...Don't say that it hurts..PLease baby...I don't wanna hurt you...And I'm not in love...I only love you.." She smiled contently and looked me dead in the eyes.

"You can love me for as long as you'd like Jaime. But you have to move on...I can't come back...But just remember, you'll see me again one day and we will be together and it'll be like old times..Okay baby? Just..do me a favor..And yourself. Go to that lovely young girl, and take her out on a sweet date. THe ones you took me on." I shook my head angrily and rose to my feet. "No! I will not! That is ours. That's the only thing that is left of ours! I'm not sharing that with anyone!" I felt the warmth of the tears on my cheeks and the salty taste on my lips. Her hand pressed against my shoulder and I sighed.

"don't raise your voice with me around...And that's not the only thing left that belongs to us. We have a son member? That is ours. You can share James. It won't kill you. It will make you happier and relieved. I promise you, this will turn out better than what you think. Castor likes her. He stares at her and he's been questioning in his head if you're ever gonna ask her to go out." I turned over my shoulder and stared at her curiously. "You got into his head?" SHe smiled deviously. "I've been inside yours to Papa Het. More than once. And I know you love her. You're jsut denying it because you're scared."

I shook my head and chuckled sarcastically. "I don't get scared." She shoved me hard, "Yes you do. You're scared now because you know I'm gonna disappear and you want me to stay. Your eyes give you away my friend. And so does that strong heart beat of yours. It's always at hard work whenever she walks in. She smells good you know. She's really pretty baby. Don't waste the chance or you'll kick yourself down the road wishing you'd taken it. She's single and looking. Let her see you. And when I say you, I mean YOU. The Hetfield that I grew to love and hate." She smirked at me. "Hate? What do you mean hate?"

She shrugged her tiny shoulders and smiled. "Well, you're a gentleman, but you can be a real asshole sometimes. And a real bitch to handle. But that's why she'll love you. She doesn't want a sweet guy. Well, she does, but she wants someone who will put their foot down and be firm with her at times. And you're the guy for that job. And the guy that won't hurt her. I know you'd never hurt a female. In any way. Jaime, the only thing I want out of you, is to show some other lucky girl that you love them, just as much as you loved me. And to love them honestly. I just want you to give Castor the mom he always wanted and give yourself the love you've wanted since I left."

Her fingers brushed away the tears that stained my cheeks, and she kissed the corner of my mouth delicately. I smiled and reached my arms around her. But I was met with just the air and ended up throwing my arms around myself. I felt like an idiot. But she was right. She always was. I grabbed my coat and sent a text to Castor. Hey son, I'm heading out to the car shop. feel free to go over to your friends or whatever you wanna do. the extra truck is free. Keys on the dash. Happy birthday and enjoy. I love you. -James.

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