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| Somebody That I Used To Know; Het, James fic, drama/romance | |
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| tuesday's gone | January 11, 2012, 5:30 am Post #106 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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and that is why Jason gets my voice (plus, it seemed he needed some support here :biggrin) It wasn't nice of her not to tell James. And I wonder why she didn't. Too lost in the moment of passion? I don't think so. Fear of his reaction, him leaving? More likely so. Which kind of also makes her choice obvious (poor Jason ). But, "the brightest flame burns quickest...", I hope she doesn't learn it the hard way. |
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| ElisabethOrion | January 11, 2012, 10:14 am Post #107 |
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I'm creatively constipated.
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If Jason were to walk in on them sleeping naked together, I'd don't think he'd be too happy. I agree with Tuesday's Gone, Kat is just kind of having fun with James, and she fears him leaving because he reminds her so much of Mark. I believe Jason is the better choice in the long run, but for now she can try some new things. SHE REALLY NEEDS TO TELL JAMES WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN HER AND JASON |
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| Voxx | January 11, 2012, 9:37 pm Post #108 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Thanks for all the comments ladies! BUT You have no idea how hard you ladies make it with some people pulling for James and some for Jason! It makes me all confused and want to make everyone happy! I know who she will end up with eventually, but every time I read the comments I wonder if I should change it! Gah! So this next section was really difficult to write. I think I changed the way it goes about three times and I'm still not satisfied with it. I think it will just be one of those scenes I'm never happy with, so I decided to post it as is and stop worrying about. Hopefully, you enjoy. Chapter 18 When I opened my eyes in the morning I was surprised to find myself in my bed. My clothes from the night before were thrown casually on the floor beside the bed. I figured James must have moved us sometime in the middle of the night. I laid there for a few moments before rolling over, looking for James. He wasn't there. The bed beside me had been slept in, that much I could tell, but now it was cold and empty. I sat up and that was when I heard the hushed voices outside my room, probably in the kitchen. I pulled the covers back and started towards the door. However, I realized I was still naked so I grabbed some panties from my drawer and tugged on a discarded t-shirt that was sitting on my chair. I tiptoed over to the door and put my ear against it. The wood was shockingly cold against my ear, especially since I had just come from my nice warm bed, but I held it there determined to hear. I was sure that it was James and Jason talking. Both of the voices were deep and masculine. However, the door was too thick and I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying. I opened the door a crack and the voices suddenly became much clearer. I knew I shouldn't be eavesdropping on their conversation, but curiosity got the best of me and I wanted to know what they talked about when I wasn’t around. As I quietly listened, crouched behind my bedroom door, it quickly became apparent that they were having a heated argument; but were trying to be as quiet as possible. I didn't take me too long to realize that they were arguing about James and I. "So you staying over going is going to become a normal thing now?" Jason asked James quietly, though I could detect a hint of annoyance in his voice. "If you have a problem with it, you can always move out. I don't exactly like the idea of my girlfriend living with a guy that wants to fuck her" James replied and I winced a little at his cruel tone. Inside my ball of guilt over not telling James everything the night before bounced around in my stomach at his words. "Your girlfriend?" Jason asked and his voice laced with skepticism. "Why do I feel like you probably coerced her or something?" "Hey! Fuck you! I didn't fucking coerce her. Is it so hard for you to believe that she may actually like me?" James hissed back angrily. "Yeah I'm sure she will still like you when you're fucking cheating on her with anyone and everyone! I'm sure she'll like you when you give her some fucking disease! I'm sure she will still like you when you come home every night piss drunk and smelling like a fucking strip club" Jason retorted angrily as he slammed something down on the counter top. "And you know when you do fuck it all up; I'm the one that is going to be left to pick up all the fucking pieces". "Shut the fuck up!" James snarled at Jason. "I'm not going to fucking cheat on her. I really care about her". "I'm sure that's what you say about every girlfriend you've had. But you already fucking cheated on Kat!" Jason said and I could hear the irritation in his voice. I flinched inwardly at his words. Though there was no way he could have cheated because we only became "official" so to speak last night, it still hurt to know that Jason had seen him with other girls. "How could I cheat on her asshole? We weren't even together then until last night". "Oh okay, mistake. Well then I'm sure she wouldn't care if she knew that you fucked some chick in the bathroom before you came to see her on New Year's" Jason snapped with sarcasm dripping from every word. My heart skipped a beat and my palms got all sweaty. I remembered that I smelled perfume on that night, but I had told myself to ignore it because we weren't together. But knowing that he had actually slept with some girl before coming to see me that night; well that just hurt. It made me glad I hadn't slept with him yet; that I wasn't another notch on his bed post so to speak. I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach. "Shut up Jason" James warned his voice lowering. "How the fuck do you even know that?" "Lars fucked her later on. She started telling anyone who would listen to her that she slept with two members of Metallica in the same night" Jason said to him rather smugly. "By the way, she was fucking ugly". "Whatever, I don't give a shit. But, if you say anything to Kat about me or you try anything with her, don't give me that fucking look, I know all about you and her" James said, his voice low and menacing, "I swear to fucking god I will make your life a living hell and you will wish that you never met me. I hope we’re clear" James threatened Jason. My eyes widened at James' words and I decided that I should probably stop eavesdropping and go out and see them before things got even uglier. I opened the door and quickly stepped out into the den. I took in the scene before me. James and Jason were standing in the kitchen, nose to nose. Both of them looked pissed off and Jason looked like he was going to take a swing at James any second. They didn't turn to look at me when my bedroom door opened. I wasn't sure if they had heard it. I cleared my throat as I walked towards them, "Morning, you two. Everything okay?" I asked. When I spoke, they both turned to look at me and James stepped back from Jason. He walked towards me smiling and wrapped his around me before pulling me close and planting a deep kiss on my lips, obviously for Jason’s benefit. But I felt my body react to him and want more. He pulled back and I looked up at him dreamily. He looked great in the morning, hair all tousled from sleep and lips all pouty. "Morning babe" he answered cheerfully. If I hadn't just overheard them arguing, I never would have known it from James’ easygoing tone. "Morning" I answered still in a daze. "Everything's fine, we're just out of coffee. It will have to be tea this morning" Jason answered bluntly, turning his back to me to get a mug out of the cupboard. I nodded slowly while James eyed me intently, eyes narrowed. I realized that I was only wearing panties and a long t-shirt, but it was pretty long and covered everything. I padded quietly over to the counter where Jason was to fill the kettle with water. I turned the gas stove on and put the kettle on the burner, still feeling James' eyes bearing into my back. "Nice shirt" he finally said as he brushed past me callously to get the teapot and tea. Jason snickered beside me as he poured his bowl of cereal. I looked down at my shirt and realized I probably made a bad choice just grabbing one randomly without looking at it. It was a Sacred Reich t-shirt and it was Jason's that he had brought with him from when he lived in Arizona. They were a thrash band from that area. It was also one of his favourites. He wore it often, which meant that James probably knew it was his, hence the backhanded comment. I sighed. As much as I knew I was in the wrong, wearing another man's shirt in front of my...I guess he was my boyfriend now. He had told Jason that I was his girlfriend. I just decided to ignore the tone in James' voice. "Thanks" I replied as cheerily as I could. "Toast or cereal?" I asked James as I reached for a bowl for myself. "I'm fine, thanks. Not hungry" he answered gruffly, obviously mad about the t-shirt. Whatever, it's a damn shirt I told myself. I poured myself some cereal and made a mental note to not let Jason go grocery shopping this week. He always bought kid's cereal that was full of sugar. I set it down on the table and returned to the kettle on the stove. I took it off and poured the boiling water into the teapot and set the teapot on the table along with milk and sugar. Jason was already seated, munching away on his cereal and James took a seat next to me. He sat extra close so that our legs touched under the table. He let his hand wander down to stroke my thigh as I ate my cereal. I fought against my body not to react. I didn't want Jason getting pissed off for bringing bedroom games into the kitchen. James slowly raised his hand and carefully skimmed the bottom of my panties with his fingers. When he did that I shuddered and pushed his hand away. He smiled at me triumphantly. I ignored his smile and continued eating my cereal. When the tea had steeped, I poured some for all three of us. We then had breakfast in silence until James announced that he had to go. "I'll see you later" he said to me and then to Jason, "See in you a few hours. Band meeting and Lars' place". He kissed me on the cheek and then left. Jason stood up and took his bowl over to the sink and washed it quickly before placing it on the drying rack. He grabbed his cup of tea and started to walk back towards his bed room. I stood up and followed him, catching his arm. "Jason, wait. Can I talk to you?" I asked him. He turned slightly to look back at me and frowned, "Yeah, about what?". "Actually," I said hesitantly, "I've wanted to talk to you all week about something". I wasn't actually sure what I wanted to say to him, but I knew I had to say something. "Uh, yeah. Come in, I've got to go out in a bit, so we can talk while I clean up and get ready" he said as he continued walking into his room. I quickly retreated into the kitchen to get my own cup of tea and then followed him into his bedroom. I sat down on his bed and watched as he started to pick up clothes up off the floor. It had been a while since I had been in Jason's room. It looked like he had stopped cleaning it about a month ago, which was unusual, because Jason was a pretty tidy person. I set my tea down on his nightstand and then went into the bathroom to get a few cleaning supplies; Windex, paper towels, air freshener and pledge. I went back to into his room and he was still picking up clothes, smelling them to determine whether or not they were soiled. "Here, let me" I said as I picked up the piled he had going on the bed. I deposited it into his laundry hamper and then continued to pick up the rest that were on the floor. When all the clothes were picked up, I grabbed the paper towel, sprayed some pledge and then started to dust and straighten everything in his room. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" Jason asked as he swept the floor of his room. The floors were hard wood, no carpet, which made it easier to clean, but cold on bare feet. "Um, well...Montreal actually" I said as I neatly stacked all his records. "What about it?" he asked his voice normal and even as he continued to sweep. I turned to face him. He hadn't even looked up at me. "Well I just figured that we hadn't really finished our discussion while we were there; you know about the drunken sex" I said to him carefully. Jason looked up at me now. His long curls were partially covering his face. His face was far from neutral, but it wasn't angry, upset or annoyed. He looked a little sad. "Kat, I thought we had settled that" he said softly. "I don't think we have Jason! I said I care about you; that I feel something for you. And you, you fucking don't say anything! All you can manage to say is that if I'm happy, you're happy for me. But I heard what you said to me that night loud and clear and then you have the nerve to deny it to my face. I don't understand! I'm sorry, but I feel like there is something missing there! Something left unsaid...! I exploded at him. Jason didn't say anything. He looked at me, mouth open and eyes wide at my angry outburst. "And!" I continued now that I was on a role, "ever since we got back, I feel you like you've been avoiding me. I don't understand Jason. What's changed? Tell me please". Jason continued to stare at me, shock written all over his face. I decided I wasn't going to say anything more. I would wait for him to respond. I turned back to his record collection and continued to dust and stack them. "Kat" he finally choked out. I paused, but he didn't say anything else. "Kat!" he repeated, his voice steadier now. "Look at me". I threw down my paper towel and turned back to face him. He was right in front of me now. It scared me for a second because I hadn't heard him close the distance between us. He gently grabbed a hold of my arms and led me to his bed. We sat on the edge, facing each other. "All I want is to finally be honest with each other Jase" I said softly as I looked at him. He nodded and then sighed. "I was...buzzed when we had sex. I wasn't drunk. I was aware of what we were doing and I could have stopped it, but all I could think at the time was that you were the one who had started it and maybe you felt the same way about me that I felt for you. Being with someone that you deeply care about is so different than being a random one night stand. That night was amazing Kat. And then when I woke up in the morning and you were sleeping next to me, I panicked. I had these visions of you waking up and hating me for taking advantage of you because you were drunk. I freaked out and I didn't know what to do. So I got up and...fuck... I was so scared that you would reject me and our friendship would be over. I couldn't bear the thought of it ending like that...". I listened intently as Jason explained his thoughts about our night together. He seemed to be struggling with what to say next. I grabbed his hand and smiled at him encouragingly. He returned my smile and continued. "Kat, I care about you. I don't know why I told you I didn't in Montreal and I don't know why I told you to forget about it. I just honestly panicked" Jason murmured softly. I shivered at his words and thought back to what Dahlia had said. She was right, and I wasn't exactly surprised because she was usually right about everything. "I mean I really care about you. And then, when I saw James go into the bathroom and you go in and close the door, and he didn't come out; I knew that there must be more going between you two than you were letting on to me. And I got pissed. I know I had no right, but I did". "Jason..." I started to say but he stopped me. "No, let me say everything. You wanted me to be honest, so here it is. Just listen okay". I nodded and he let go of my hand to run his fingers through his hair. "I love you Kat. I'm in love with you. I don't want to be, I never intended for this happen and I wish I wasn't; but I am. But I meant what I said before, if James makes you happy, then I'm happy for you". A large lump formed in my throat at Jason's words. He was staring right at me as he said it and my heart broke a little bit for him. I wanted to interrupt and say something, but he continued to talking. "You're right; I've been purposely avoiding you because I don't know how to be around you now. I'm sorry" he said and I nodded because I was too choked up to speak. "I um, I met someone though. I met her at a bar. She seems cool. I've been going out, to honestly try and forget about you. That's where I met her." he said carefully. My eyes started to water and I hated myself for it. Don't you dare cry I told myself. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to speak. It took me a few times, but I was finally to squeak, "That's good. You should invite her over; I'd like to meet her". In my head I was a little surprised at how quickly he had met someone when he had been going out of his way, the whole time I had known him, to not get serious with someone. Serves you right, I told myself. He nodded, "Yeah that might be cool". There was a pregnant pause as we both carefully avoided eye contact. Jason finally cleared his throat again before speaking. "So...you and James are together?" he asked me cautiously. “Yeah. I guess we are” I replied. There was another awkward silence as we avoided the question that was on the tip of Jason's tongue. I could see it in his eyes, wanting to know I had slept with him yet. But he didn't ask it. Instead he nodded and smiled. Always the gentleman he was. "Jason" I started, "I'm sorry about everything". I didn't know exactly what I was apologizing for, other than ending up with James. But I really felt like I owed him an apology. "What I feel for you, I can't really explain it; and if things had happened differently..." "Kat, don't go there. I don't want to go there. You're always going to be my best friend, but I need to move on from this. I can't keep lying in bed, thinking about you with him. I just can't. I need you to let me move on. I don't want to hear any what ifs or if things were different' because they're not" he confessed softly. I nodded and the tears ran down my cheeks silently. I sniffed and wiped them away. "Just promise me that you won't let him rub it in my face. Please?" he begged me. I nodded again. "I think he's always known how I felt about you, even before I did. And he’' enjoying it, getting you..." Jason trailed off. "Jase...nothing about me and you has changed. You know that right?" he nodded and I scooted closer to him on the bed and hugged him tightly. His hand went to the back of my head and he ran his fingers through my hair. I shivered at his touch. He buried his face into my neck and breathed me in deeply and my stomach got butterflies. Stop it, I told myself. Let it go like he asked. I pulled back and Jason cupped my in his hands, wiping the tears on my cheeks with his thumbs. "Do you feel better now that we've talked?" he asked me. "Yes and no" I replied truthfully. "Yeah me too". I couldn't help but laugh and he laughed along with me. "That was just about priceless, you walking out wearing my t-shirt after spending the night with him" he teased me suddenly. "Shut up" I mumbled, blushing. "It was in my room, how was I supposed to know it was yours?" "You don't own t-shirts Kat. They're all mine". I paused, pondering it for a second and then I blushed an even darker shade of crimson. "Yeah, I guess you're right". He laughed and then stood up. "I gotta get dressed now. Band meeting and all" Jason said as he rolled his eyes. "Don't look so impressed" I teased him before getting up myself. I took our two teacups of now cold tea back into the kitchen and washed them. Jason came out of his room shortly after I did, dressed and ready to leave. He grabbed his keys off of the counter, gave me a squeeze on the shoulder and was about to head out the door when I stopped him. "Jase, this girl you're seeing. You should invite her over for dinner or something next weekend" I suggested. "Yeah, I can do that" he replied nodding. He opened the door and was walking out when I called to him one last time. "What's her name?" "Judy" he called over his shoulder as he shut the door. 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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 11, 2012, 9:55 pm Post #109 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Judy is a dumb name haha jealous *waits* |
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| Nah Bruno | January 12, 2012, 12:04 am Post #110 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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So Jason is moving on after all? James and Jase are not over yet, I bet. Can't wait for more!!!!!
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| Scorpion Flower | January 12, 2012, 7:43 am Post #111 |
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Outlaw Torn
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In this, I root for Jason. I think he really loves her and James is just the one having fun with her, I think it's just the posession thing for him and nothing more. |
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| Lilith | January 12, 2012, 12:55 pm Post #112 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Yeah, this chapter was 'enlightening'. Still, they are doing all so wrong. She shouldn't have said yes to James before clearing all out. And Jason waits to speak till now... |
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| Lawrah Luvsmetallica | January 12, 2012, 5:59 pm Post #113 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Finally caught up.... I hate to say this ... But Im rooting for Jason . To james she is just a toy ... MoR plzz
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| Voxx | January 13, 2012, 1:36 am Post #114 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Thanks for the comments ladies. Though, I sense a bit of disappointment from some of you about how things have started to play out. I assure you that things are not completely resolved between Jason, Kat and James. Where would the fun in that be? However, I have decided how this will play out in its entirety now. I just have to write it ![]() I'm not sure when I will have the next chapter up. I'm REALLY struggling with in. I have the beginning and end. The middle is where the struggle is. Maybe tomorrow, but I really do need to do some review and notes for school. So we'll see. If I'm feeling inspired, I might be able to get it up for you.
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| ElisabethOrion | January 13, 2012, 1:55 am Post #115 |
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I'm creatively constipated.
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Heh, I'm good with anyway the story goes, but it's just like watching a horror movie; you know it was a little dumb for the girl to not lock her door that night and she ended up getting murdered, but without that little detail, the "horror" would have never happened. Same here in this story, if Kat never chose James, she might have never learned how Jason really feels about her and the story would have never really progressed anywhere. I like this story no matter what, basically because I like your writing style(I'm pretty picky) and you can never go wrong with a James/Jason rivalry over a girl. :horns2 Oh pardon my rudeness, I forgot to say, take your time! Us Metchicks are pretty patient. Edited by ElisabethOrion, January 13, 2012, 1:58 am.
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| tuesday's gone | January 13, 2012, 4:30 am Post #116 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I agree with ElisabethOrion, I'm good with any outcome, and drama and angst is always a recipe for success. James and Jason are two different types, two different choices of roads, so it's exciting to see who she settles with in the end, and if that is the right choice for her to make. I loved the last sentence of the update. Such a typical reaction
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| Voxx | January 14, 2012, 12:47 am Post #117 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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So here is the next update. I was relatively successful in catching up with my schoolwork and I had time tonight to write the middle section for this chapter. It was extremely difficult to write due to the delicate nature of it. I must say before hand that I think there will be a lot of mixed reactions about it and that's what I'm intending to do here. But it also serves a purpose for later on. There is an intended ambiguity about what happens in this chapter. I hope you ladies enjoy. Chapter 19 About a month later, I still hadn't met this Judy girl. I consistently asked Jason to have her over so I could meet her and he always said he would, but it never came to fruition. Usually he told me that she was busy and that nights didn't work so well for her. After awhile, I just stopped asking. If he didn't want me to meet her, then I needed to respect that. However, I was happy nonetheless because our personal relationship improved after our little talk. We went back to our normal routine, aside from him joining me at night in bed. Most nights James stayed at our apartment anyways. I gave him a key about two weeks into our relationship because I got tired of getting out of bed to let him in at 2 a.m. when he would come stumbling over from the bar. He was usually too drunk to talk to me or stay alert long enough for more than a bit of fooling around before he passed out. I was fine with this though, because i still hadn't told him about sleeping with Jason. I was just getting ready to snuggle down in bed with a hot cup of tea and go over some work I had brought home from the office when James unlocked the door and walked into my apartment. I glanced up from the kitchen sink and smiled when I saw him. I hoped he had come early to stay up a bit and talk to me about his day, maybe cuddle for a bit. The work could wait until the morning. "Hey babe" he greeted me, coming up behind and wrapping his arms around me while he kissed me on the cheek. "Hey" I replied and I turned my head to give him a quick peck on the lips and then turned my attention back to the kettle that I was filling up with water, careful to not let it overflow. "What are you up to tonight?" James asked me as he opened the fridge and looked through its contents. "I'm getting ready to get into bed pretty soon actually. But I'm going to look over a few things from work first" I answered him as I put the kettle on the stove. James closed the fridge and walked over to the stove. He turned it off and took the kettle off of the burner. "What do you say to coming out with me tonight and the rest of the guys?". My initial reaction was no way in hell. As a professional working at a top marketing firm in San Francisco it was important to me to try and distance myself from that sort of party lifestyle that James seemed to partake in. It's one thing to go out with a bunch of friends, but it's another thing entirely to go out and binge drink the way James, Lars, Kirk and Jason did. Jason never used to be a heavy drinker, but the longer he was in Metallica, the more he drank. I didn't like it, for either of them. I didn't want to associate with that kind of behaviour. You never know who is watching and I didn't want to represent the firm poorly, especially considering I wanted to move up the ranks, so to speak. But I didn't say any of that. James and I never talked about the amount of partying and drinking that he participated in. In some respects I felt like it was none of my business. He was a rock star; that’s what they did, right? "I'm kind of tired. Maybe another time" I suggested as I reached to put the kettle back on the burner. James snatched it from my hands before I could do so and set it back down onto the counter. "You've been saying that every time I've asked you to come out with me" he pointed out to me and I knew he was right. He didn't sound angry, just slightly aggravated. "Come on, just tonight. There are some people I want you to meet. They're starting to think my hot girlfriend is imaginary" he teased me. I turned to look at him carefully. His expression and body language were relatively neutral, but it was his tone that gave him away. He was trying to be light-hearted and friendly, but I could tell that there was something that he was intentionally leaving out. No to mention the fact that I knew he was deliberately avoiding the fact that he knew I had work in the morning. I crossed my arms over my chest in a defensive stance and narrowed my eyes at him. "James, it's a Thursday night. Unlike you, I need to go to my nine to five job tomorrow. I can't stay out all night and get drunk. You know that. Don't be naive about my life" I replied a little testily. I grabbed the kettle from the counter and set it back down onto the stove a little harder than I had intended. I reached to the turn the burner back on when James grabbed my hand and twisted me around so I settled with my back against the front of his body, though I was fraught with tension. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me firmly against him and rested his chin on my shoulder. "Why don't you ever want to come out with me? Are you ashamed of me?" he whined softly into my ear. "I just want you to meet the people that are important to me; my friends. You don't have to stay out all night. All I'm asking is for an hour of your time. It's only nine o’clock Kat. You can be home and in bed by eleven" he whispered trying to convince me by planting tender kisses on my neck, the way he knew I liked. I felt my body start to respond to his gentle kisses. I wanted to melt back against the warmth of his body and do whatever he asked me. But my head was clear. I knew that he was right. I could go out for an hour and still be home and in bed at a reasonable time. My problem was, I just truthfully did not want to go out to the bar and watch him get drunk and then leave knowing he would stumble home drunk earlier in the morning. However, relationships are all about compromise. You do things you don't want to do for those you care about, hoping they will have similar philosophies when it comes to you and things that you ask for. I allowed my body to relax and soften against his. He felt the tension leave my body and he snuggled closer, nuzzling me, knowing he had won. He kissed my cheek and I smiled involuntarily at the simple gesture. "Okay" I replied carefully as I allowed myself to enjoy the warmth of his body as he enveloped me. "But I'm really only staying an hour James". I felt him nod into my neck and grunt in agreement. "Let me go so I can get ready". James released his iron grip around me. His warmth quickly disappeared as he stepped back to allow me to get ready. I walked towards my bedroom, reluctantly, still not sold on the idea of going to the bar on a Thursday day. It's what alcoholics do I told myself. It took me all of five minutes to get ready. Truth be told, though I usually like to make an effort to look nice when I go out, even to the grocery store, tonight I could care less. I shimmied into a pair of skin tight jeans that fit me like a second skin, a pair of black pumps and a tank top that I layered under a cropped leather jacket. I left my hair down and went without makeup. I left my room, sulking only a little, but trying to look happy for James' sake. He smiled when I walked over to him and took my hand. "Are you ready?" he asked me sincerely. I looked around to see if I was forgetting anything. I wasn't, except my dignity and resolve. Time to follow around my rock star boyfriend like a good little puppy. Compromise I reminded myself. "Yeah, let's go" I replied and we left my apartment. We caught a cab once on the street and were at the bar ten minutes later. The bouncer recognized James, gave him an easy smile and indicated that we could go in. I looked around as we entered, to see if I recognized anyone. I didn't, if you didn't include Lars, Kirk and Jason. We walked over to them, James holding my hand firmly in his own. Lars and Kirk both greeted me warmly; giving me big hugs and kisses on the cheek. Jason nodded at me. I smiled at them and Lars tried to hand me a beer, but I politely declined. "Thanks, but I'm working tomorrow, so I think I will just stick with water tonight". Lars nodded and took a swig of the beer himself. "It's good to see you Kat". I nodded in agreement. "So, uh, you and Het now" Lars said referring to my relationship with James. "Yeah, I guess so" I answered back with an easy smile. "Well, I'm happy for you two" Lars replied, but then he lowered his voice so those around us wouldn't here, only me. He leaned close to me and said as quietly as he could into my ear, "Just, um, don't fuck the band over okay? Jason is a good bass player and I don't want to have to go through the process of finding a new one because he and James can't get along". I pulled back to look at him in the face, wide eyed. He was looking at me seriously. "What?" I asked surprised. "James and Jason don't get along?" I asked, completely and utterly shocked by this revelation. I was aware there was a little bit of tension, but I was not aware that the two of them didn’t get along very well. Lars winced slightly at my question, but then held up his hands in defence. "Hey, they get along fine okay. Just you know, sometimes they argue...about you. It hasn't been as much since you and Het 'officially’ got together'" he answered me making little air quotes when he said official. "But," he continued, "I can tell Jason cares about you and..." he trailed off leaving something left unsaid. He shook his head and then finished by saying, "Just don't fuck this up please. I like you. I think you're a great girl. But my band is more important to me than any relationship James may have. I won't hesitate to tell him to get rid of you if the problems between him and Jason get worse. It's nothing personal, just business, you know?". Lars smiled at me and I started at him, wide-eyed and open mouthed, completely unsure of what to say to this man. "Lars,"I said cautiously, "I'’s not my intention to cause problems within the band, but –". Lars cut me off and for the second time that night he held up his hands in defence. "Look, I'm just saying". I nodded and we silently agreed to leave it at that. James came by with a beer in hand and grabbed my hand, dragging me away from Lars, who waved at me happily as I was pulled past him. He towed me through the crowd only to deposit me in front of the bar right in the middle of a group of long-haired men who were obviously part of the metal scene here in San Francisco. "This is Katerina, my girlfriend" he said by way of introduction. He didn't introduce any of the men to me. Even in the dim lights of the bar, I could tell that most of these guys were already drunk and they all gave me a slow once over. I could see that many of them paused on my breasts and most of them didn't even look at my face. Lovely, I thought. Some of them nodded hello, most of them continued with their conversations. James pulled me over to a barstool and indicated I should sit. I did and he stood behind me, hands on my shoulders as he talked to the guy next to me. I didn't really listen to their conversation. I sat quietly on the barstool and thought about what Lars had said. Other than the few times Jason had expressed concerns to me, and the one disagreement I had eavesdropped on, I didn't realize that Jason and James had any sort of major tension between them. In fact I felt awfully guilty over it because it was Jason's dream to be a member of a band like Metallica that was on the verge of becoming extremely successful. I remembered my father's words, "don't play with them" and Dahlia's advice, "Don't be the one to break up Metallica" and my stomach churned uncomfortably as I considered that I might cause that to happen. I was brought back to reality when I heard someone call my name softly. I shook my head clear and raised my eyes to the man that had addressed me. "Yes?" I asked as I took in the burly, mountain of a man in front of me. He had long hair, a full beard and was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off his man tattoos. His eyes weren't on my face. They were glued to my cleavage, which wasn't even on display. My tank top was fairly conservative and much of what was visible was obscured by my jacket. My skin crawled in disgust as I heard his heavy, laboured breathing. It was then that I noticed that I didn't feel James’ hands on my shoulders anymore and I quickly looked behind me to see that he had disappeared. "So you know James. He's a lucky guy to have himself a beauty like you" the man said to me in what I assumed was supposed to be a friendly tone. To me he just sounded like a horny drunk guy that was fishing for something. I had no idea who this guy was and I didn't remember seeing him in the crowd when James introduced me to that random group of men. "Yeah" I replied as manners dictated, though I would have preferred if this guy would have just dropped dead right there on the floor. The man suddenly reached out and grabbed my face roughly in his calloused hands. I jerked away from his touch, almost falling off the barstool, but he grabbed me around the shoulders and I didn't fall. "Whoa there!" he laughed drunkly as I swatted his hands off of me. His eyes though clouded with drunkenness, were also ablaze with lust. It made me sick to even consider what he was thinking about me right now. As if right on cue he continued to speak to me, voice low and gruff. "You know James and I have shared girls in the past. I don't think he would mind if we were somewhere and found a quiet place..." he trailed off and eyed me with meaning. I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat and it was immediately replaced by fury at his words. I got up from the barstool, got right in his face and spat at him, "Fuck you". I turned quickly on my heel to make my retreat but he grabbed a hold of my arm, pulling me back to him. He was still laughing, thinking I was joking or something. I once against jerked away from him and prepared to give him a hard shove when I heard an angry voice behind me. "What the fuck?". It was James. I turned to look at him as he stalked over angrily, beer in hand. "She's with me man, fuck! That's what I meant when I said she was my girlfriend! Hands the fuck off!" he shouted at this burly man before us as he shielded me with his body. The other man mumbled what sounded vaguely like an apology and then James once against grabbed a hold of my arm and steered me further into the bar. "What the fuck, Kat?" he asked me irately when we were alone; or alone as you can be a crowded bar. I could tell he was drunk from his stance, tone and clouded eyes. "What?" I asked him not understanding. I could smell the beer on his breath as he glared down at me. I didn't understand why his anger was directed at me. "Why were you leading him on like that?" he asked me. My jaw hit the floor at his question. Leading him on my ass! Now I remembered exactly why I didn't want to come out tonight; because men are seriously brainless and dense when they get drunk in bars. I knew from experience, working as a bar tender. And now, I had the pleasure of witnessing it coming from my boyfriend. "Excuse me?" I asked him back, my voice low and threatening. I was pissed. I think I was beyond pissed that he would even dare suggest that to me. "Why else would he be trying to get with you?" he demanded at me, so obviously drunk. I couldn't believe how fast he had gotten drunk. A sober man would not accuse me of leading that guy on. "You're supposed to be my girlfriend and then when I leave you alone for a few minutes I find you flirting with some other guy; a guy that I know!" he accused me as he continued to glare down at me. I shook my head at his words. I was irate. I wanted nothing more than to give him a good blast, yell and scream at him. But, I did not what to do it in a public place, nor did I think I would get through to him while he was drunk. I took a step back from him. "Fuck you James" I snarled at him and his eyes grew wide at my words. "I'm leaving. Don't bother coming to my place tonight. I don't want to see you when you're drunk". With that I quickly shoved my way past him and made towards the door of the bar. I gave a quick wave to Kirk, who I saw on my way out and he waved back at me. Once outside, I walked briskly down the street until I was able to hail an empty cab. I was home within ten minutes. I stormed angrily into my apartment. I threw open my bedroom door and quickly stripped out of my clothes. I threw on a t-shirt, not bothering to see if it was another one of Jason's and threw myself into bed, pulling the covers up violently. Fuck him, I thought. I knew going to the bar was a bad idea. I laid in bed for several minutes seething in anger, but after awhile I found that I was exhausted. One of my faults was probably that I experienced anger deeply and violently, but it quickly drained me and left me exhausted both mentally and physically. Before I knew it, I had drifted off in a deep and peaceful sleep. I was awoken sometime in middle of the night to hear someone softly whispering my name, lips on my neck, gently nuzzling me awake. I groggily came to and happily realized that James was in bed next to me. I immediately smelled the booze on his hot breath as he leaned over my face from behind me in the spooning position. The smell of the booze reminded me that I was angry at him. I tensed up as he lovingly caressed my body, running his hands up and down the smoothness of my freshly shaven legs. "James, don't" I told him seriously and angry all over again. I had told him not to come and he had shown up anyways, probably more drunk now than he had been when I left. "Why?" he complained softly into my ear. His hair fell forward to cover my face. It tickled and I fought the sensation to jerk away. He planted supple kisses on my cheeks and pulled my hips back to fit against him more snugly. "You know why" I said, letting a touch of the anger I was feeling into my voice, though the more he touched and caressed me, the more the anger seemed to dissipate. That was was involuntary on my part. Sometimes I hated the way my body reacted to him. It made me feel weak and like he had all the control in our relationship. "Kat, I'm sorry" he whispered as he rolled me onto my back and supported his weight above me, though he did allow his groin to remain pressed against my front. "I'm drunk. I don't even know what I said to make you angry with me" he said and I could see the truth in his eyes. However, that was the wrong thing to say to me. It reignited that burning flame of anger deep in my core. "If you don't even know what you're apologizing for, then you're not being sincere James" I said to him in annoyance as I tried to wriggle out from under him; with difficulty because he was a lot heavier than I had anticipated. If he was going to be staying here tonight, then I was going to be sleeping the couch. I would deal with him in the morning, not now. James clutched at me frantically, the way a child might at a favourite teddy bear. "Baby don't leave me! I need you please! Kat. I'm sorry. Don't leave" he begged me, his voice catching in desperation. It was the catch in his voice that made me stop trying to wriggle out from under him and stay. I don't know why, but my heart melted when I heard it. It reminded me that he was only humane and made mistakes. "Okay" I whispered back to him, stroking his face in my hands. I hated myself in that moment for giving in to him when I knew I was right and he was in the wrong. He rolled back onto this side and pulled be back against him, resuming our previous position of spooning. His hand travelled up my shirt and encircled me just below my breasts like he always did. He liked to let his hands skim the bottom of them while he drifted off to sleep. At first I had found this annoying and distracting while I tried to sleep. But now, it was a part of our normal nightly routine. Only tonight he began to caress my breasts fully, cupping and toying, gently at first but soon there was as sense of urgency in his caresses. I closed my eyes and did the best I could to ignore it. I wasn't in the mood to fool around tonight. I was still mad at him. However, my mindset didn't stop me from getting aroused and wet from his touch. His breathing got heavy quickly and I felt his erection pressed to my ass. He pressed his hips more tightly to my ass, using his other hand to hold me captive there as he used my body to get off. "James, baby. Not tonight. I'm tired" I whispered to him. He gently bit my shoulder and I involuntarily gasped at the sensation. "Kat, Katty, please" he begged me as he pumped his hips against me more forcefully and suggestively. "I need you please. I can't wait anymore" he murmured into my ear and then nibbling gently on it. With a sinking feeling I knew what he was referring to. He couldn't wait anymore, he wanted to have sex. He flipped me over and I found myself underneath his hot, heavy body for the second time that night. He looked down at me possessively and in the drunken state that he was in, he was scaring me. "James, no. Get off of me" I told him as gently, but firmly, as I could as I looked back up at him. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was sure that if someone burst through my bedroom door right at that second they would be able to hear it loud and clear. As I looked up at him, I could see that he wasn't all there. His eyes were foggy and he couldn't seem to focus on my face. I was sure his world was spinning right now and that he was seeing double. I tried to sit up but he used his body and superior strength to push me back down. He pinned my heads above my head and grinned down at me in a domineering way. I licked my lips, trying to think of a way to talk him down. He supported the majority of his weight on my wrists that were pinned above my head. It was painful and I was sure my wrists would be encircled in dark, purpled bruises tomorrow. "James you're hurting me" I told him urgently. He ignored me and dipped his head to kiss me. I turned my head, not wanting to encourage him, but he captured my lips with his. Once he had my lips I couldn't resist him. I knew I was sending him mixed signals that his drunken brain would not be able to process properly, but once he had my mouth I was nearly powerless to resist him. He kissed me voraciously, forcing his tongue into my mouth, doing away with the normal plying and teasing he usually persisted with. I heard him whimper and his grip on my wrists tightened even more painfully. It brought me back to my senses for a split second, but I was soon lost again as James continued to kiss me passionately and rub his throbbing erection against me. It was only when I felt him remove one hand from my wrists and heard him drunkenly fumbling with the zipper on his jeans that I was brought back fully into reality. He took his mouth away from mine, and with his attention diverted I tried to sit up once again. I was able to sit up fully, he even made room for me to sit up, but when I tried to swing my legs out from under him to put onto the floor James growled at me. "No" he said gruffly and captured me with both of his hands and depositing me forcefully onto the bed. I ended up on my stomach and James straddled me. I heard him get his pants undone and then I heard his soft moan as he released is painful erection from his pants. I was terrified of what he was going to do next. I told myself that there was no way he would do what I feared he would do. I was paralyzed by my fear, unable to move and unable to speak; unable to beg him not to. He placed a heavy hand on my back, holding me under him and I heard his soft moans coming more frantically now. I was sure he was stroking his throbbing cock, preparing himself. My body started to shake uncontrollably. He must have felt the vibrations travelling up through his own body because he leaned down over me so his face was next to mine. "Kat, baby. It's okay. I’m not going to hurt you okay?" he cooed at me softly. I nodded into the pillow, hiding my face from him. James turned my head, forcing me to look at him. I could see the concern in his blues eyes, genuinely wanting to make me feel better. He kissed me softly on my lips and I welcomed the kiss as something gentle and familiar. He stroked my hair lovingly and in that moment I thought everything would be okay and he would get off of me. But he pushed himself up and lifted up my t-shirt to expose my panties. He pulled them down my legs, shifting his weight slightly so that he could get them off. I started to softly sob into the pillow when I realized that he wasn't going to stop. It wasn't that I didn't want to have sex with James. I did. I just didn't want to do it like this. Involuntarily and when he was drunk. James heard me sobbing and he flipped me over underneath him. He laid down on top of me, pressing his body to mine. "Baby, don't cry. Shh" he fussed over me, kissing my lips and neck, nuzzling me softly and stroking my hair. "Shh. It's okay. Shh. It will only hurt for a second". At his words I just sobbed harder, allowing my tears to fall freely down my face. Through my tears I could see that his eyes were filled with alarm. I knew he wanted to comfort me, but he didn't know how. In his drunkenness, he was also incapable of identifying the real reason why I was crying. "James" I croaked through my tears, still paralyzed by my fear and unable to push him off of me. I wanted to tell him that I didn't want to have sex with him. "Yes, baby. I'm right here" he answered softly, showering me still with more kisses. "I can't" I sobbed. "Kat, it will be okay. I will be gentle. I promise". I shook my head, still sobbing. "No". "Baby say yes, please" he kissed me again, tongue prying, trying to convince me. I could feel his erection rubbing against my wetness as he lay on me. I could feel his heart pounding through his chest into mine. I could feel his need permeating out of his body. I wanted to give him what he desperately wanted, but not like this. My guilt over sleeping with Jason and then denying James for long reared its ugly head at me once again. I looked up at his face and he was looking down at me longingly. I knew I couldn't keep saying no forever. I remembered what I told myself earlier on in the evening. Relationships are about compromise. I had to grant him some concessions. I should grant him this i thought, even if I don't want to, I should let him. What if he leaves me because of it? "Yes" I said, barely more than a whisper. James smiled down at me and leaned down to kiss me. I accepted his mouth gratefully and then I felt him push inside me harshly. Seeing as how it was only my second time having sex, it was still painful and I yelped as the pain shot up through my body and sobbed once more. I writhed, trying to get away from the pain. I tried to sit up and push James off of me but James held me firm with his body and then back down and shushed me. "Jason is home" he told me, as if he actually gave a shit whether or not Jason heard us. He usually encouraged me to make noise when we fooled around, especially when he knew Jason was home. He placed his hand firmly over my mouth and I felt my heart rate increased again as the nerves and fear took over once more. James lowered his head to my shoulder bit down as he continued to pump his hips in and out of me, rapidly and forcefully. There was no foreplay, there was nothing pleasurable about it. I laid there and let him do what he needed to do, dutifully, the tears streaming silently down my face as he muffled any noises I involuntarily made with his palm. It didn't take him long to finish. I felt his body seize up above mine and then he slumped down over top of me, resting heavily on me. He removed his hand from my mouth and kissed me once more. "Thank you babe" he whispered to me and I could hear in his voice that he meant it and that he cared about me. In that moment though, I could have cared less. I felt repulsive and used. "I can't breathe, get off" I said to him, no emotion in my voice. He rolled off to the side and pulled me close to him once more. I let him do it, not really caring or feeling. He snuggled down behind me, jeans still open and halfway down his ass, dick still out. He passed out almost instantly and I breathed a sigh of relief. I carefully slipped out of his arms, put my underwear back on and tiptoed out of the room. I made my way into the bathroom and shut the door. I looked at myself in the mirror and I could still see the terror in my eyes; that were red and puffy from crying. I sniffled quietly and noticed that my wrists were already starting to bruise from the cruelty of James' grip. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I started to sob again. I was sad, scared and hopelessly lost. I wanted to be with James, but I hadn't wanted to be with him like that. The drinking changed him. He would have never had done that if he were sober. I sunk down to the floor of the bathroom and curled myself into a ball and sobbing uncontrollably. I tried to muffle them with my t-shirt, but to no avail. A few minutes later I heard a knock on the bathroom door. I bolted upright in fear. "Kat?" Jason quietly called through the door. I sniffed, took a deep breath to calm myself and swiped my tears away. "Yeah?" I called back to him softly, trying as best I could to keep my voice even. "Are you okay?" he asked me through the door. "I'm fine" I answered him, hoping he would go away. There was a pause, as he considered what to say next. "I could hear you crying from my room" he confessed finally. "Can I come in?". I knew that he would wait outside the door until I came out, so I reluctantly crawled towards the door. I respected that he asked to come in and didn't just barge in. I pulled myself up, using the doorknob as a support. I felt dizzy and lightheaded from all the crying. I opened the door for him. He was standing against the door frame, one arm raised, resting his tired head against it. "Yeah?" I said again. "Why are you crying? What’s wrong?" he asked me. I could see how concerned he looked when he saw me, waking up almost instantly. I swiped again at my face, in case I had missed any of the tears. "I'm fine" I repeated to him. "Kat, it's me. I know you're not fine. Why are you crying?". "I uh, have bad menstrual cramps" I lied to him. I could see on his face that he didn't buy it. But he also knew that if I was lying about it, I didn't want to talk about it; at least yet. "Where's James?" he asked me. "He's sleeping". "Do you want me to wake up?". "No, I'm fine. Thanks though". Jason looked at me closely, studying everything about me. I saw his eyes travel from my puffy eyes to my neck and down my body. His eyes stopped on my hands and I knew that he must have seen the bruises starting to form on my wrists. His eyes narrowed and his jaw set, but he kept his mouth shut and didn't ask me about it. "Do you want me to make you a cup of tea?" he asked me. I could hear a note of anger in his voice. I shook my head. "Thanks, but no. I think I'm just going to go back to bed. I'm tired" I explained to him. "Thanks for coming to check on me" I said to him honestly. I was so grateful for having him in my life. I just couldn't talk about what had happened just yet. I wasn't entirely sure what had happened myself. I brushed past him to go back to my room when I felt his hand on my shoulder, stopping me. "Kat, if you need to stay with me tonight, that's fine. Or I can sleep on the couch and you can have my room" he said to me seriously, staring directly into my eyes. I felt like he was seeing into my soul and that deep down I knew that he already knew what had happened. I hesitated, almost wanting to accept his offer and the familiar warmth and safeness I felt in his arms. "Thanks, Jase. But I'm fine, really" I replied, looking down so he wouldn't be able to see the half lie in my eyes. He hesitated, looking like he wanted to say more. Finally he said, "Okay. Night Kat". "Night" I replied and then made my way slowly back to my room. I looked back as I closed my door and Jason was still standing outside the bathroom, looking at me critically. I closed the door and looked at James sleeping peacefully in my bed. He looked beautiful and carefree. My heart fluttered a bit at the sight of him. He was just drunk I told myself. He didn't mean to be so gruff. He didn't mean to scare you. Everything will be better in the morning. I crawled back into bed and slithered back against James. In his sleep, he gripped my waist. I settled back and closed my eyes but all I could see was a replay of what had happened playing like a movie, burned against my eyelids. |
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| Lilith | January 14, 2012, 5:08 am Post #118 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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;_; Wow... great chapter... |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 14, 2012, 8:22 am Post #119 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Absolutely love it ![]() You give a great description of the situation and moods, it helps to identify with Kat. Very interesting chapter
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | January 14, 2012, 1:58 pm Post #120 |
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Great updates so far, sorry I haven't commented in a while, but I've been soo busy. :F I'm a James girl through and through, so, I think that he can change for the better, and I'm rooting for him in the story, though he's been an ass lately... The way he acted about the bar, at the bar and now practically forcing her to have sex with him and she obviously didn't want to. Grr. More?
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