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A Taste of Eternity; Het, Baby James meets Stephanie...
Topic Started: December 19, 2011, 4:35 pm (18,969 Views)
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my right arm must be really fit now, all because of you
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:drool :drool Ah, fucking James, you sexy little bastard. Hahahaha! I can't help to love him! This pair is really something! xD
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AWESOME CHAPTER! And Fran is there! :biggrin
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:blink: Oh boy I don't think it's gonna turn out good :ugh: . Good chapter :biggrin I want more
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The next morning I woke up with a solution in my head. After my morning shower and ordering my morning food, I went to the living room of the suite to wait for breakfast and holding the phone in my hand. I was taking the phone to my ear when I saw some feet hanging from the couch, I let my arm fall down randomly when I saw James dressed and passed out on the it. I figured out that after he left me he just got drunk, as usual, and didn’t make it to his room.

I rested the phone on the table and walked up to him, crouching near him and tears prompted in my eyes. I ran my fingertips across his cheek and then my thumb on his lips and tears began to fall heavily. I took my nose to his hair and inhaled his smell, I missed him horrendously. “I love you.” I whispered while lips trembled and aware that he couldn’t hear me. “I love you so much. Why have you done this to us?” I bent over him and brushed my lips in his softly, I knew he was too passed out to wake, then I got up and grabbed the phone again, finally dialing my lawyer in San Francisco.

“Yes, please send it by UPS, it will get here today right?.” I told him. “He ripped the ones I had with me so I need new ones.” I gave him all the instructions he needed and explained he needed to send me those during the rest of the night because we would be flying to Chicago. We arranged all the details and I hung up the phone resting it back on the table. I looked at James once again, he didn’t move despite all the noise I had made, and seeing him sleeping in that awkward position I decided to wake him up. I shook him but he didn’t react, so I shook him a bit harder and he opened his eyes.

“Go to your bed.” I told him straying as if it didn’t matter but the fact that his blue gaze landed on mine so fast disturbed me. I felt him sit and stretch his arms behind me while I looked out of the window.

“Why is the phone on the table?” He asked.

“I called my lawyer, he’s sending everything by UPS again. This time try not to destroy it.” He responded me with silence last thing I heard was the door of his room slamming. He didn’t go to bed though, I heard the water of his shower running, suddenly I felt my eyes on fire, my shoulders began to shake and finally the tears began to ran down my face. Being near him was crushing me, was dragging me down with him. I tried hard to understand how I could possibly love him after all the harm he caused me. I’ve known him for 15 years and I couldn’t understand how he had become such person. I didn’t recognized him, there was not much left of the kid I met. I could hardly find traces of the kid I fell in love with and still I loved him, I loved him with all my body, with all my heart and my soul. He was carved in me.

He had began to talk to his father again. I was glad they began to do stuff together, they used to hunt together and I’ve always thought that was a good thing but then James never wanted to talk about what happened in the past and his father never made him much questions as well. James used to say it was better that way otherwise they would end up fighting. I was quite sure that a fight was needed in order to put order to his head. If all questions remained unanswered then he would never be able to fight his ghosts, and that’s what happened with him, I was so sure. He just kept it all inside and lived as if nothing could affect him only it affected him. He became a strange person, a person I didn’t know, but I knew my Jamie was somewhere inside of him.

I was having breakfast when he got out. He walked by me without looking or saying anything at me. I didn’t mind, the less contact we’d had the better it would be for us. I spent the rest of my day inside my room. I needed to rest, I had had two crazy nights and I was feeling even more drained than when I got there. I packed all my stuff, I had another bath and finally I was ready to leave.

We had dinner all together. The band and the tour managers, plus the other two bands and we were flying all together. I was not too excited with the idea, first because James was gonna fly with me and second because Axl was flying with us too and he had spent dinner hitting on me. I began to think things were not going to end up well when James began to notice what he was doing. Slash tried to warn him I was James’s wife, or ex wife but Axl was a truly idiot and didn’t care. He didn’t respect anyone.

After dinner we all grabbed our stuff and went to the airport. An airbus, transformed, just for us. I was carrying my bags down the runway when I felt hands behind me picking up my bags. James took them off my hand and carried it himself but not sharing a word with me. His footsteps were larger and faster than mine, I kept my rhythm watching him walk with my bags on his hands.

“You didn’t have to. Thank you.” I said when we were all already sat inside the plane.

“You’re welcome.” Was all he said. I came back to my seat right on the back of the plane and James remained at the front. Once we were safe up in the air and got free from our seatbelts, madness began. Most of the guys opened bottles of vodka and then they began to play poker. The one that lost should have a shot of vodka.

“Since when is he drinking vodka?” I asked Kirk who was sat by my side.

“Since today. You know he stopped drinking vodka on the Justice tour.” Kirk was as surprised as I was.

“Guess anything goes for him.” I said shrugging and looking out at the sky.

I began to reckon things would get ugly after a while. James was getting drunk quite fast, Lars was getting picky and I could only wish and hope for the best.

“You better go there Kirk.” I asked him.

“They’re just having fun.” He said rather relaxed. I knew something bad was going to happen, I knew James and he was a ticking bomb that moment. He’d get violent when he was drunk and I was seeing that happen inside that flight. I wasn’t wrong, it took only another half an hour for him to begin shouting at people and then as if it wasn’t already enough he got out of control and began to smash things inside the plane. Kirk got up and went down at the front trying to calm him down, I doubted he could do it but I remained sat in my place. It was none of my business. I heard things being smashed, glasses dropping on the floor but I was iced cold enough not to do anything.

“Steph, come on, you have to help us.” Kirk asked me.

“I can’t help you.” I said. I refused to go there, that was not my mission in there. My mission was not cleaning his puke and his mess anymore.

“Steph…” Kirk insisted with his pleading eyes. I shook my head at him. “You’re the only one who can stop him now, he’s gonna get himself in trouble.”

“I didn’t came here to save his ass.” I muttered. “On the opposite, I came here to save myself from that.” I said pointing at James. I saw his hand bleeding and I raised my head to look better

“You’re the only one who can stop him Steph, come on…” Kirk said again. I got up and walked up to James.

“Stop that.” I shouted at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Leave me alone.” He hissed. Lars tried to grab him but he jerked him away and he was ready to hit Lars face but I threw myself against James body so he couldn’t do it. I had seen that happen before and that wasn’t something nice to watch. I never knew how they were still such good friends.

“Is that what you do? Can’t you see it? You hit your friends…is that the person you want to be?” I asked him looking straight in his eyes, his blue gaze watered fast

“Why do you care?” He asked me back. “You don’t care…”

“My God…you’re just drunk again.” His bleeding hand marked my shirt. I grabbed his hand and looked at it. “You need to heal this.” I said. “Where’s the first aid kit?” I asked turning to Lars.

“Here.” Lars returned and handed me a small bag. “The girl said you have everything you need inside.”

“Thanks.” I told him.

“Don’t you think it’s better if he’s seen by someone capable?” Axl said. I looked back at him, he was so annoying.

“She’s a doctor.” Kirk told him. The guy had the nerve to give me a saucy smile.

“Nice!” He said. “I could use some healing too.” James pushed me aside quiet fast and jumped on his, grabbing him by his collar, such rage showing in his eyes.

“Listen punk, one more nice try with my wife and I am not responsible for my actions. You hear me? She’s my wife! She’s not one of the sluts you have every night. Over my dead body! She’s mine!“

“Just leave him.“ I grabbed James by his shirt and pulled him away from Axl. I dragged him to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet, then I rested the kit on the basin and began to wash the cut.

“That fucking hurts.” He said pulling his hand away.

“Christ even the kids in the urgency can take more than that. Put your hand back here you sissy.” I told him pushing his hand back inside the basin.

“Can I play?” He asked me while I was observing the cut now cleaned from blood. It was right on the palm of his hand.

“Yes you can play, but I warn you if I have to stitch you I am not gonna use anesthesia just so you learn.”

“You can’t do that!” He told me. His face rather scared and frightened and I almost laughed.

“Yes I can.” He didn’t need to be stitched, the cut was just superficial, I washed it with disinfectant solution and then wrapped it. “You can go.” I told him putting everything back in the small bag but he didn’t move. He remained sat looking at me.

“You have the papers with you again don’t you?” He asked with his head down.

“Yes.”

“Steph…” He called my name. He sent me shivers when he called my name in such begging way.

“James, no…” I told him. “Even now and today you proved me I was doing the right thing.” With that I opened the door of the bathroom and got out. He remained in there the rest of the flight. When we landed in Chicago the police was waiting for him at the airport.

“Mr. Hetfield, there’s been a complaint for destroying private property.” The police handcuffed him and took him to the station. I knew that would happen he had destroyed great part of the front seats.

We all made our way to the hotel a bit shocked with what happened. I took my ride with my boys.. I wanted distance from the other guys, they were nothing but trouble.

“He is gonna get out of there.” Lars said. “He’ll be willing to play tomorrow night.” I looked at him in disbelief.

“Is that all you worry about, if he can play or not. He’s in jail for Christ’s sake!” I was worried about him. Sure it happened before, it was not his first visit to prison, he had been arrested a couple of times before since his drinking got heavier but I worried all the times and that one was no exception.

“He’s been there before.” Lars argued.

“But that doesn’t mean it’s ok.” I argued back. I went silent after that. I knew deep inside I should not be worrying about him but I couldn’t help it. My heart took advantage and I couldn’t control that. Already in my room, this time a room just for myself I wasn’t able to sleep, I kept wondering what was happening at the police station. I fell asleep fully dressed on my bed and I got waken up by the phone ringing.

“Mrs. Hetfield, there’s a call for you.” The receptionist warned me, I ordered her to pass it through. “Steph…” I heard his voice on the other side of the line.

“How are you?” I asked first thing.

“I am fine, I need you to pick me up and pay my bail, I left my wallet in my bags.”

“Its four o’clock in the morning.” I complained reading the time in the alarm clock.

“What do you want me to do? Stay here?” He shouted.

“I should let you stay there. You need to learn!” I yelled back.

“Fuck, stop that and pick me up!” He ordered.

“If you talk to me like that I might just let you stay there.”

“Can you, please, pick me up?” He insisted. I hung up the phone, grabbed my wallet and left to the street. There I was cleaning his mess again. I waved to the first taxi I saw and showed him the paper with the address of the police station, once there I asked the driver to wait.

James was waiting for me sitting in a wood bench in front of a secretary with a police man writing down what James was telling him. I remained in silence and stood right next to James who gave me a thanks look while he finished his story.

“10.000 dollars.” The police said. I opened my mouth in surprise but then I began to write down the check. “Next time is gonna be worse Mr. Hetfield.” He warned. James and I came back to the taxi and we made our drive back to the hotel without exchanging a word. Already in the elevator I noticed his bandage had blood.

“I better see that.” I told him pointing at his hand. James followed me until my room and he sat on the couch while I took another medicine kit with me. The cut was alright, it must have been because of the handcuffs that it bled again. I applied some cream and wrapped it in clean bandages.

“Thank you.” He said. I sat on the floor in front of him and rested my arms on my knees.

“I didn’t come here to clean your shit James. I didn’t come here to save your ass. I’ve had enough of that.” I told him.

“I am sorry Steph.” It was all he could say. I knew he was ashamed of it by the way he looked down at his feet.

“You need to pull your shit together.” I felt the urge to run my hand through his hair but I resisted it.

“I didn’t trust anyone else to pick me up in there. You’re the only one who can pick me up at such low moment. I only trust you.” I knew he was being honest and as sordid as it may sound I knew exactly what he meant. He couldn’t stand others to see how bad he was doing in his life and I was the only person he trusted to that point. There I ran a hand through his hair, he closed his eyes feeling my hand on him.

“You are destroying yourself.” I whispered. “And I admit it hurts me to see you do that to yourself. This isn’t the man I married with, this is the man I want to divorce. Where’s my James?” I asked him. He opened his eyes and looked at me. Tears began to roll down his face and he got up walking up to the door. I remained sat on the floor.

“He’s somewhere inside of me. I just want you to know and be sure that this James also loves you.” He told me before closing the door behind him.
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Aw poor James he's so hurt and keeps falling down :( :huggie:
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“He’s somewhere inside of me. I just want you to know and be sure that this James also loves you.”

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I know he is a jerk... and an ass... but he is so desperate it hurts. :(
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When we think things can’t get worse they always do.

Next day was even worse. Well the day itself was calm, I slept through great part of it just getting out of bed when it was almost time to go with the guys to the venue. They were playing that night. I joined Lars’s drive. They were good, they played their set flawless and then I stayed to see the Guns set. I liked to see them live but I could not believe my eyes and my ears when at 45 minutes of concert Axl abandoned the stage saying he couldn’t sing.

I saw Slash and Duff around him trying to convince him to go back on stage, but he was just a selfish motherfucker. I felt so sorry for the other guys. The crowd was becoming insane as the time passed and they didn’t come back. Axl insisted he couldn’t sing, that he was having trouble with his voice. I wasn’t surprised, with the lifestyle he had losing just his voice was the minimum. I saw some chairs flying and the crowd was beginning to get out of hand. I just felt a hand pushing me back.

“It’s time to leave this place.” James told me dragging me through the walls. He wasn’t watching Guns set but I knew he was still inside the venue. As he dragged me I couldn’t help to think he hadn’t left without me.

“I can walk.” I said pulling his hand away.

“But hurry up. Things are gonna get nasty. I bet my life on it.” I followed him. I knew he was right. Once I got in the car I acknowledge we were making our drive just the two of us.

“They are not coming back.” I told him.

“Of course not. That guy is insane man.” He said.

“I felt sorry for the others, they were almost begging him to do that show and then they’d stop.”

“They are all great musicians but Axl thinks he’s king of the fucking universe. He’s an example of what not to do to our fans every day.” James said. It felt good to be talking to him and not fighting, we were able to do that after all.

At the hotel Metallica remained together watching the news. Things got crazy just as we expected. Riots, cars smashed, people hurt, it was absolute insanity. Guns n’ Roses were known for that and that’s not good for a musician at all. I’ve always thought Axl had mental problems. Maybe schizophrenia. Already at the hotel we met the other guys, including Axl who didn’t show any regret over what happened, I wanted to spit on his face.

“I can’t sing. I need to stop for a couple of days.” Axl explained. I could go with his explanation what I just didn’t approve was the way he did it.

“Look man…” James began. “I am a singer so I understand how it feels like when we can’t deliver ourselves on stage. I am ok with stopping for a few days.” They all agreed, well they had to and then I don’t know how they ended up deciding they would spend their days off in Mexico.

“I am not going to Mexico.” I said.

“Why not?” Lars asked.

“I didn’t come here on holidays.” I said.

“You might as well spend some days at the beach.” James said. I looked straight in his eyes. James was trying to convince me to go with them to Mexico. “I know why you came here but that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to have some real fun.” He said. I didn’t know what to tell him. Lars and Kirk were the only ones with us in the room that moment. Kirk grabbed Lars’s arm and they left making the less silence they could. They left us alone.

“I don’t know.” I said already feeling unsure.

“No one told you, you couldn’t have fun despite the reasons that brought you here.”

“After it, will you please sign the divorce?” I asked him. I made him the question but all of a sudden I felt unsure about that. I saw him nodding.

“If that’s what you really want…” He choked a bit and his voice faded in the end. “You come with us and then you can go back home divorced.” I raised an eyebrow to him. Was he up to something? “Don’t give me that look Steph.” He said. “You are right, I am a stranger to you. I don’t deserve you. They say when we love someone we should set them free so they can be happy. I love you Steph…” He said choking again. “I want you to be happy.” He said slightly sobbing. I nodded at him.

“Ok…” I said whispering, my eyes were burning and I tried to hold my tears.

He took a hand to his eyes cleaning them. “So pack all your stuff, we’re flying tomorrow morning.” He left almost running leaving me all alone with my thoughts. All of a sudden the divorce was too real.

We flew to Mexico, we’d stay there for three days and then they would play Montreal. It was summer, the beaches were filled with tourists and the days were extremely hot. James was distant most of the times. I guess he was mentally getting ready to put an end to our marriage. We’d all go out to the pool or the beach together but he was always away from me. We shared little words and I guess it was better that way as well. Guns were there but the riots in Chicago put a huge distance between the two bands, only Slash would spend some time with us. I felt sorry for him, he deserved much better than what he was getting, he was really a cool guy to have around. He was crazy indeed but nice at the same time. He was responsible and he truly cared about his fans.

The last night in there we all went out to a club together. I don’t know why or where I had become a fan of the Latin music but I loved to dance it. Maybe it was because San Francisco has the biggest Mexican community in America and I become very fond of the Latin rhythms. While I danced I saw James watching me against a pillar, the way he looked at me was one of a person that loved the other, I could not deny that but I didn’t adventured myself to go to him. I continued dancing. He was drinking beer after beer, that was him now, always holding a beer in his hand, I also saw women trying to talk to him but he shook them all away from him. Never once since I got to the tour I saw him with a woman apart from the wardrobe one and even that one become distant. He stopped giving her attention since I got there.

In a middle of a salsa a guy held my waist out of the blue and glued his body against mine.

“Hey, get your hands away from me.” I shouted at him. But the guy was drunk and kept on holding me despite the fact that I was trying hard to get his hands off me. I saw James much nearer, too nearer for my taste and then last thing I saw was him grabbing the guys shirt from his back, pushing him away from me violently and then he clenched his fist and hit him on his face. The guy fought back and James got in the middle of a fight.

“James no.” I said trying to pull him away but he didn’t ever hear me. He jumped on the guy again and things got really out of hand then I saw the guy grabbing a bottle and smashed it on James’s head. I saw blood.

“Motherfucker!” I shouted and began to hit him too. Last thing I knew the police came in, grabbed James and the guy and they were taken to the police station. James was arrested one more time and this time because of me. Lars and Kirk went with me to the station.

“I don’t want anyone with me but her!” James shouted at them. There they were his insecurities again, I asked the guys to leave and I stayed there talking to the police and telling them everything that happened. James paid a small bail and we were free to go.

“Thanks.” He told me while we were walking back to the hotel.

“You got in a fight because of me, that’s the least I could do.” I told him feeling bit dizzy. I saw James taking a hand to his head. His hair covered in blood and so was part of his face.

“Don’t do that, you might have small glasses in your scalp.” I explained.

“It hurts.” He said.

“Wanna go to the hospital?”

“Can’t you see it first?” He asked me. I nodded. I took him to my room and brought my medical kit with me. I always traveled with a small medical kit, ever since I became a doctor that was a ritual for me. James sat on my bed and I began to watch his head. He had small cuts in it and thankfully glasses too but they were loose. I began to take the small glasses off his hair and head. I pulled him a bit closer to me so I could see better, I could feel his breath on my chest as he breathed and my hands began to shake a bit. My body was reacting to closeness and I tried to focus on what I was doing.

“You can’t wash your hair today because of the blood, the water will make it bleed again but tomorrow you can do it.” I told him.

“Kay…” He mumbled. His voice trembled a bit.

“Are you feeling alright?” I asked him. He didn’t answer me. I took a hand to his chin and pulled his face up. “James are you feeling ok? Are you feeling dizzy or something?” I asked him that because he went silent all of a sudden and sometimes when you get hit on the head that might happen and it is needed a hospital. He had an incredible and amazing pleading look in his eyes.

“Make love to me Steph.” I was caught off guard by his request. “Make love to me one last time.”

“You’re out of your mind.” I said. My voice came out weak because we were so close and my heart was racing, not only from having him so close to me but because he made me feel that way either way.

“Let me say goodbye to you properly.” He insisted. Tears began to run down his cheeks. “I don’t care if it’s pity…” He whispered with his upper lip shaking a bit. Seeing I wasn’t reacting he brushed his lips in mine. I was like frozen, I wanted to get away and push him away but I couldn’t move. He planted small kisses all over my face, he was just testing me, his hands were quiet on his lap and I closed my eyes feeling his lips all over my face. My head was telling me to push him away and my heart was telling me to let him go on. My head had little power when he began to kiss my neck and tracing it with the tip of his tongue, I felt his hand on the back of my neck and there I released a gasp.

“Make love to me Steph…” He whispered in my ear. “I love you so much sweetie.” He said. It was bitter sweet. He was caressing me and I still felt his tears mixing with his kisses. I wanted him, the whole time, since I got there I wanted nothing but him. One time wouldn’t hurt. I grabbed his face and pulled him to me for a kiss. I parted my lips to receive his intruding tongue and let him explore my mouth. He felt so good, he tasted so good. Our desire took the most out of us. I felt him laying me back on the bed and his body landing on top of mine. Our gasps began to fill the room as our lust grew to another level. Our hands explored our bodies once more in a frantic way.

I pulled his shirt out of his head as soon as I could do it. I ran my hands all the way up to his chest. How I missed to touch his soft skin. James closed his eyes feeling my hands running over his body and when he closed his lips in one of my nipples I whispered his name. I knew right there that I never stopped loving him and that wasn’t pity because he asked, that was what I wanted too. He began to undo my trousers, my body shuddered in anticipation feeling his fingers brushing my skin as he pulled it off. Then he got up and took his own pulling his boxers down at the same time. His manhood jumping in front of my eyes. I pulled him down to me, hungry for him. The gentle kisses and touches were replaced for some wilder ones. Our kisses were rough, I swear we were on the verge of hurting each other but it was hurting good.

“Please.” I begged him pressing his ass down on me. I wrapped my legs around him waiting to have him inside of me, then I felt him slid it in, slowly, teasingly slowly but so good, when he reached all the way through, he pulled it back and made his way in again making me arch my back in pleasure. I whimpered a bit when he finally caught up the rhythm of his thrusts. He grabbed my hands putting them on the side of my head, our fingers entwined and our eyes locked on each other as we delivered ourselves into pleasure. It was extremely erotic. He caught my lips in a kiss again and we kissed countless times.

“Do you like this?” He asked me as he thrust into me. I rolled my eyes to the back of my head.

“Oh yeah..” I said. “Give me more.” I asked. He thrust into me harder. “Oh…fuck yeah…” I whimpered. I felt his lips in my ear.

“Tell me you love me Steph, I need to hear it.” He asked me. In the middle of all the madness and pleasure he was giving me tears rolled down my face when I heard him asking me that. He raised his head to look in my eyes again and stopped his movements. He was crying too and waiting for me to say it. I could not deny that to him.

“I love you.” I told him. “I do love you. I love you a lot.” I repeated. James buried his head on the side of my neck and began to thrust against me harder. I began to moan as I felt my orgasm taking care of me, and him, it was a mix of sobs and moans from his own pleasure. I felt my neck getting wet from his tears We were both crying. I held onto to him tight when I felt my body tightening and quiver around him, it didn’t take long until I felt him release inside of me. James withdrew off me and rolled on the bed panting and trying to catch his breath. I remained still in my side trying to figure out how we’d let that happen and praying to god for my tears to stop. He stayed there until I fell asleep. I’ve always thought he was going to say there until next morning but when I woke up instead of him I had an envelope on what was his pillow. I knew what that was. I opened it and looked at them, every single sheet had his signature, now it was only missing mine. I looked at the papers one last time and began to cry again. Now the divorce was real and even more painful after the night I had with him. My phone rang.

“Steph, there’s no flight for you to San Francisco, you have to come with us to Montreal.” Kirk said.

“Are you sure?” I asked. Now more than ever I wanted to leave and go home.

“I am sorry, even James tried and there’s no flight, you have to come with us to Montreal and then from there you can go back home. There’s a flight from there tomorrow, you can see our gig tonight!”

“Ok…” I said without a fight. I ended up flying with them to Montreal. That place was nothing but hell for me, well, in fact, for all of us.
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James sat by my side during the flight.

“Did you see the papers?” He asked me.

“Of course I did, it was hard not to find it.” I said a bit rude.

“It was what you wanted right?” He asked ignoring my tone and maintaining his peaceful one.

“RIGHT!” I hissed.

“Yeah...I thought so…” He said low. “You can always…” I didn’t let him finish, I looked at him pissed off.

“Can’t you just shut up?” I told him.

“I did what you wanted me to do alright?” He hissed back.

“You played a weak game last night.” I shot at him. I was mad at him, I didn’t know why but I wanted to fight with him.

“You wanted it! Don’t tell me you didn’t want it. I did everything like you wanted, I don’t understand why you are so mad.” I hated him when he played the innocent, I knew he had a plan, all he’s done had something behind and I felt like a fool for swallowing it so easily.

“Grrrrrr…” I growled. “I hate you so much. I should have never done that.” He smiled at me. “That was so weak James…” I growled again.

“I was honest! I said it was the last time, it’s like you wanted it. I even left you everything signed, now if you’re having doubts…”

“I am not having fucking doubts!” I shot.

“If you’re having doubts you can always rip the papers apart. Here I am Steph, again, in front of you humiliating myself, giving you another chance not to do this. I humiliated myself last night begging you to make love to me and now I am begging you again.” I looked at him clueless of what to say. Instead of saying something I just turned my head around and began to watch the view from the plane. I answered him with silence, he opened a magazine and began to read.

After a couple of hours we arrived in Montreal, compared to Mexico it was cold but it was their version of summer. The sky was a bit clouded. In my room I checked all the papers again, this time a little bit more careful, I found one unsigned. It was the one where I refused his money. I called his room immediately.

“Can you come here please?” I asked him. He knocked on my door some minutes later. “You forgot to sign this one.” I told him.

“No I didn’t.”

“But…” I tried to say.

“This was never about the money. I don’t give a shit about the money, I want to give you something, I don’t want you to leave without nothing.”

“I don’t need money. I have enough money! The hospital pays me the big bucks!” I argued.

“Still…you were married to me Steph. I want you to have it.” He told me.

“I don’t want anything from you!” I shouted.

“And I want you to have it, alright? It is my punishment for losing you. For being an idiot.” He shouted back.

“Are you that much of an idiot? You let a woman have 50% of everything you worked for?”

“You’re not just any woman Steph, only you can’t see it. Money is nothing compared to you, nothing! Losing you is like losing everything, so just take the fucking money, I don‘t care. It was never about it, never!” I threw him the paper.

“Sign the damn thing, I don’t want anything from you. Probably my bank account still has more money than yours. Don’t be an idiot for Christ sake.” I handed him a pen.

“You still haven’t signed it.” He acknowledged as he looked at the paper. I ripped the pen off his hands and signed everything. He gave me sarcastic smile.

“I would send it right away to your lawyer if I were you.” He provoked. I signed everything and then ran to the fax machine and dialed the lawyer’s number. James remained still with his hands shoved in his pockets watching the documents go one by one, then I got the OK from the fax machine.

“Done.” I said.

“Yeah…” He said turning his back on me and getting out of my room. Some minutes later my lawyer called me.

“Yes, he signed everything.” I told him.

“I still need the originals, I can’t do much with these copies. Your signature must be original, I can only do something when you give me the ones you have with you right now. For all that this means, you‘re not divorced.” He told me.

“I give it to you as soon as get back home. I’ll be flying to San Francisco tomorrow, so soon I’ll deliver everything in your office.”

“Good, because there is nothing I can do with this. I am sorry.”

“It’s alright, no need to apologize.”

Later I joined the guys at venue again. My last night with them and probably the last time I would be with them that close. We had dinner together at the room that was set for them. James was sat right in front of me. He kept giving me weird looks the whole time.

“Why are you looking at me that way?” I asked him not holding it inside of me anymore.

“I was just trying to see how happy you were.” He said. Again he was provoking me.

“I am happy. Deal with it.” I hissed. James withdraw the ring off his finger and threw it at me.

“Calm down you two.” Kirk told us in that calm tone of his.

“I am calm.” I said.

“Yeah, and she’s happy as well after all she finally got rid of me.” James said.

“You’re so fucking stupid.” I told him. Kirk slapped his forehead.

“There we go again.” Kirk said.

“Can’t we have dinner in peace?” Lars asked us.

“Am I stupid Steph? You didn’t even wait a second, you sent the fucking thing right from the fax, that’s how fast you wanted it.” He pointed his finger at me ad his eyes were sparkling. I don’t know if there were tears or just rage.

“What did you think? Just because we had sex last night it didn’t mean I would give up!”

“You had sex?” Lars blurted.

“Why don’t you wear a fucking poster saying we had sex last night?” James hissed at me.

“Guys, we better take our plates and have dinner somewhere else.” Kirk said grabbing his plate. Lars and Jason followed him.

“I don’t understand Steph. You were there, your body was there. You still have feelings for me. Why do you insist on this? It doesn’t make sense in my head.” James began to talk to me again. I put my fork in my plate.

“What is it that it doesn’t make sense to you? You’re an alcoholic! Face it. You can’t stop drinking. You cheated on me countless times. Can’t you see how I felt every time you came back home with lipstick in your clothes, phone numbers in your pockets, perfume all over your clothes. You forgot when you had stuff to do with me. Yes, this is for the best! I have feelings for you, I do love you…God…how I love you. I didn’t lie to you last night but with time it will disappear.”

“I made love to you last night just to prove to you that we belong together, that you were making a mistake because we like each other. I defied you for sex Steph to see if I could change your mind. We bond, we connect. That was my plan, so you could change your mind. I may have sex with a thousand women but it wasn’t and it will never be like when I have it with you. With you is much more than just sex, it’s my love, my soul in there. But you despise that, once again you are not giving me a chance, I think I could drop on my knees and beg you and you still wouldn’t change your mind. I don’t have to do that now do I? It’s too late anyway.”

“Oh yeah? You say all that but that’s not the way I see it. You used me and then you left leaving me a fucking envelop in your place! I felt used you stupid fuck.” I shouted at him.

“You are so blind Steph. You refuse to listen to what I am telling you the whole time. I love you and I would go to AA for you. I would go, just for you.” When he said this Lars knocked on the door calling him to go on stage. We both left towards the stage.

“I don’t believe you.” I said.

“That’s your problem, you don’t believe me, instead of trying to do what’s best for us you just walked out on me, like I said you simply abandoned me and when I think about that I really hate you.” He said putting the strap of his guitar on his shoulder. “Maybe there’s some girl in there. I have been away from them all this time but man…I can fuck whoever I want right now.” He said pointing at the snake pit, then he left.

“I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL!” I shouted at him, he looked back at me but didn’t say a thing. The pyro man was giving him some instructions but he was clearly disoriented because of our fight. The guy talked and talked but James was constantly cleaning his eyes and puffing and then just left when it was his time to go on stage.

“Did you hear what I said James?” The guy asked him, but James didn’t even look back.

I watched the concert from the side of the stage. He was mad and that was showing while he played, he was more pissed off than ever. He was aggressive but the crowd was in ecstasy by his performance. He was just amazing at what he was doing. To provoke me he approached the pit the best he could. Women took their hands to where they could. I shed some tears watching that, I thought again I could never live with that.

When it was time for Fade to Black I would regret forever the last words I told him just before he went on stage. James went to the back of Lars drums and began the riff to begin it. I was looking at him, feelings mixed, love and hate colliding, two huge forces that go hand in hand, all of a sudden a huge flame swallowed him and his guitar stopped. My heart stopped beating that very moment, my mouth opened to scream in horror but no sound came out and my eyes burned as tears prompted out of it. I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders, in fact, that moment, the world just came down on my shoulders.

“James…“ I whispered. “Oh no…“ I could not believe what my eyes were seeing, I heard his string breaking from the fire. I felt dizzy, like I was going to faint and still I watched that horrified and petrified. I didn’t know what to do or think then all the stage lights went down and I began to ran through the stage not even watching properly where I was stepping. “JAMES!”

“JAAAMIIIEEEEEE…” I shouted loud while I ran.

Some arms caught me and held me back but I fought. “James…baby!“ I yelled uncontrollably. And then I freed myself and ran again. “James!“ People were around him and blocking my way to him. I could not see him, I didn’t know how he was, I could hear the crowd talking horrified. Something really bad happened. “Jamie…” I called him again.

“Stay away…” Some guy told me and pushed me away. I don’t know who he was but he began to drag me away.

“I’m his wife!” I yelled at the guy who instantly freed me.

“STEPH!” I heard James voice shouting my name in such a painful way. That moment I saw him. He was shaking, Part of his hair and face were burned but he was grabbing his arm the most. Someone covered it.

“Jamie…” I said when I finally was able to reach him. I crouched in front of him. James was shaking from the pain and from the shock. My tears fell and I caressed his hair on the good side. “Baby?” I talked to him with crying voice.

“It hurts Steph.“ He cried.

“I know sweetie.”

“It hurts…it hurts…it hurts… make it stop…babe please make it stop.” He cried sat on the floor, shaking a lot and rolling his eyes on the back of his head.
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So I think that this is when Steph gets pregnant!

I think James' pyro accident and Steph's unexpected pregnancy will help bring them closer. Maybe. I'm not sure. Maybe she starts dating someone while pregnant and James gets mad??? I don't know. But I do think that she will be there to nurse him back to help after his accident.

Can't wait for more. I love this story!
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So I think that this is when Steph gets pregnant!

I think James' pyro accident and Steph's unexpected pregnancy will help bring them closer. Maybe. I'm not sure. Maybe she starts dating someone while pregnant and James gets mad??? I don't know. But I do think that she will be there to nurse him back to help after his accident.

Can't wait for more. I love this story!
Of course I won't say a word about what happens next. :P You might be right but you can also be wrong.

And thanks, seems like you're the only one still enjoying this... :lol:
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February 6, 2012, 11:51 am
So I think that this is when Steph gets pregnant!

I think James' pyro accident and Steph's unexpected pregnancy will help bring them closer. Maybe. I'm not sure. Maybe she starts dating someone while pregnant and James gets mad??? I don't know. But I do think that she will be there to nurse him back to help after his accident.

Can't wait for more. I love this story!
Of course I won't say a word about what happens next. :P You might be right but you can also be wrong.

And thanks, seems like you're the only one still enjoying this... :lol:
that´s not true :(
:cloud9 this is so lovely
damn that girl it´s fire xD c´mon just don´t divorce ahah
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Just caught up now!
Bad decision, to sleep together a last time. But they love each other, they should just be together, but not like this. James needs to change for her, his behavior is awful, and he never made clear that he was willing to go to rehab and stuff.

I still enjoy this :heart:
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I bent down on my knees to get better support. I saw he had a towel rolled on his arm. That couldn’t be.

“Who put the towel on his arm?” I asked. I heard some voice shouting he did it, I didn’t look back. “You couldn’t have done that.” I said. “I need to take the towel off.” I talked to James. He nodded at me. His face too pale from the pain, I thought he was going to pass out at any minute. “It’s gonna hurt.” I warned him.

“Oh Christ…” He cried out. He laid on the floor wiggling in pain and I wasn’t even touching him yet, I had an idea the injury should be bad. I began to roll the towel off his arm. “Aaaarrrrgghhhh…” He shouted, rolling on the floor. “Don’t touch it!” He asked me.

“I need to take that off, you have to trust me.” I asked him. James looked at me with his painful expression and then closed his eyes at me. I knew that meant I could go on. I rolled the towel off, he had tears falling down his face from the pain and when I finally saw the injury it was even worse than I ever imagined. His skin was bubbling, melted by the fire. It was terrible bad.

“Lars, call an ambulance.” I asked him. “He needs to go to the hospital.”

“Is it bad?” Lars asked.

“Just do what I am telling g you.” I shouted.

“It’s hurting Steph, please make it stop. My arm is still on fire, make it stop, please.” James begged me. I knew he must had been in terrible pain, I didn’t know the extension of the injury but I had an idea it was pretty bad and there was no way I could make his pain disappear but I could at least relief it a bit.

“Someone please bring me the white part of the egg, bring a bunch please and a towel soaked in cold water.” I asked randomly, someone would bring me what I just had asked. I could not take my eyes off him. I began to tap his hair to help him cope with the pain.

“I will help you ok?” I whispered.

“Stay with me.” He pleaded and I nodded.

“Isn’t it better if we not do anything until he’s seen by a doctor?” A security said.

“I am a doctor.” I told him, not straying my eyes off James. A guy came back with what I asked.

“It’s gonna hurt you when it touches you but then it’s gonna help, it’s fresh, ok?” James was already a bit gone because of the pain, he nodded at me but his eyes were staring somewhere at the ceiling. I dropped the egg on his arm and he shouted and wriggled again in pain, then I managed to roll the towel around his arm, after a while he calmed down. I knew his pain was subsiding a bit. The egg would prevent his skin from sticking on the towel and the fresh towel would reduce the fire sensation he was complaining about.

“Where’s the fucking ambulance?” I asked a bit impatient.

“They’re coming Steph.” Lars told me. I could tell he was so nervous. That band wasn’t very lucky they were a prone accident on stage.

“Steph…” I heard James calling my name. I looked down at him. “Can you come with me to the hospital?”

“Of course I am coming with you.” I told him. I felt his healthy hand grabbing mine. I let him do it, he needed support and I was the one that had to give him that. He trusted me. Finally the paramedics arrived and he was carried to the ambulance I sat right by his side, always holding his hand, is sane one that is. He was beginning to shake again.

“The pain is coming back.” He complained.

“It’s because the towel is no longer fresh, you need to be calm and don’t sleep ok? You can’t sleep.” I began to talk to him about stuff we used to do when we were kids just to keep him with his eyes open, there was a danger if he slept he would get in shock. It took us around 30 minutes to get to the nearest hospital, everyone was talking to us in French and it was freaking me out, James ended up punching some guy but I didn’t even care and finally already inside the urgency a doctor came to us. I explained what happened and then what I thought of his injury.

“It’s 3rd degree, I am pretty sure of that.” I told him.

“Are you a doctor?” The doctor asked me.

“Yes I am sir.” I picked my ID from the hospital in San Francisco and showed it to him.

“So you can come in with us if you want to follow him.” He offered.

“Do you want me to go in with you?” I turned to James and asked him. I knew I was being too formal, of course he wanted me to go in with him. James nodded at me. We all got inside.

“Can you give him some morphine? He’s in terrible pain.” I asked the doctor.

“Tell you what, while I prepare everything to examine him why don’t apply the catheter with the serum and then you can give him the medicine.” I nodded my head at the doctor and began to do all the procedure.

“What are you doing?” James asked me.

“I am going to put this on your arm, it’s medicine, you’re gonna feel fine.” I told him.

“Why does it hurt so much Steph?”

“Because your arm is burned. Remain as still as you can now ok.” I stick the needle on his arm and then adjusted the level of serum, then on the catheter I applied the dose of morphine. When everything was done I smiled at him. “You’re gonna be fine.” I said running a hand through his hair.

“Don’t leave me alone.” He asked.

“I’ll stay with you, don’t worry.” James was then taken to make an X ray to his arm so we could evaluate the injury. He was feeling calm as the morphine was doing its work.

“It’s 3rd degree as you said it.” The doctor told me as we both looked at the result. “I know some tendons were affected, see here?” He said pointing. My heart raced, if the tendons were fully affected he wouldn’t be able to play guitar for the rest of his life. “Only time will tell. Now we need to scrub his arm to remove the burned skin.” I knew that was gonna hurt a lot. Once again I made all the way with him. James began to smile at me as I walked side by side with his stretcher.

“I love you Steph. Do you wanna marry me?” He told me. I giggled, sure the morphine was at its maximum effect.

“I can’t marry you.” I told him.

“Is he your boyfriend?” The doctor asked smiling at me. “Because they tell the truth under the effect.” He joked with me.

“We are already married.” I told the doctor.

“Then he wants to marry you again.” He said.

“I love you since I saw you first time, I was such a kid. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen Steph…I want to stay with you for the rest of my life. I only trust you. I love you unconditionally. I love you with my body and soul and more than you can imagine. I need you. I am not happy without you. I am lost without you.” James began to babble a lot of stuff about us and claiming his feelings for me. I ended up laughing at his funny high face. His happy face disappeared once the scrubbing began, not even morphine would help him with that. We spend quite some time cleaning his arm. His screams of pain were driving me crazy and kept, all the time, calming him down and helping the doctor to make it fast. Finally we wrapped his arm and we put him to sleep.

“He needs to stay here.” The doctor informed me.

“Thanks for everything you’ve done. I’ll stay here with him.” I said. After putting James safely in a hospital bed and being asleep due to more morphine, I went to the room where all the others were waiting for some news. When I got there the three of them were sat looking rather shocked at the television. I looked at it myself, a gigantic riot outside the venue where they were playing was happening. Cars were being smashed and burned.

“What happened?” I asked them.

“Axl, the motherfucker. He was suppose to deliver the gig of his life. The kids didn’t have our full gig because James got hurt, they were supposed to go on stage sooner to fill the gap, they ended up going on stage 2 hours later than their normal schedule and then, not happy with it, the fucker bailed off stage. Then, that is happening.” Lars explained. “How’s James?”

“He’s sleeping now due to the drugs we’ve given him. His face is ok, it was nothing serious but his arm is awful. I don’t know how’s it gonna be.” I said.

“What do you mean?” Kirk asked me.

“Some tendons were injured. It’s a 3rd degree burnt, we hope he heals but we’re not sure if he’s gonna be able to play guitar again.”

“Oh fuck!” Lars muttered.

“You guys can go back to the hotel now. I’m gonna stay here with him. One of you can please bring me some clean clothes in the morning?”

“Sure, I’ll do that.” Lars said.

“So you’re not going to San Francisco tomorrow, I assume.” Kirk said.

“Of course not, I am staying with him. He needs me here.”

“He has no on else Steph. I mean he has us but I am sure he wants you here.” Said Lars.

“I am staying. I am coming back to his room now, he might need anything or wake up and I want to be there.” I came back to him. He was peacefully sleeping on his back. I watched his arm all wrapped up, then I ran my fingers slightly through his hair and kissed his forehead.

“I am sorry I told you to burn in hell, I didn’t mean it.” I whispered. I knew he wasn’t listening but I wanted to let it out anyway. I looked at couch near his bed and curled myself on it. I pulled a cover and closed my eyes to sleep. The night had been long and I was exhausted. He’d need me in the morning once he’d feel the pain again. As I closed my eyes flashes of the flame going over him assaulted me. I opened my eyes again and rubbed my face, I was horrified. Seeing the one you love almost die right in front of your eyes is beyond shocking. I looked for a nurse and asked for a pill so I could get some sleep. That worked, after I laid my body back on the uncomfortable couch I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I woke up next morning to the sound of James whimpering low. I raised my head a bit to see him better and I saw his eyes opened. He was moaning and whimpering low.

“Babe?” I called him, the word slipping out of my mouth like that.

“It hurts Steph! It’s been hurting for long.” He complained. I got up and stood next to him.

“Why didn’t you call me?” I asked him.

“Because you were sleeping and I didn’t want to bother you.” He said.

“It didn’t matter. You should have called me.” I told him. I went to search for a nurse or a doctor and ask for more medicine. I knew his pain was not going to disappear, only subside, times was gonna be his only healer. I came back with some pills to give him and his breakfast. He was crying.

“Does it hurt that much?” I asked him. “I brought you some food you can’t take the pills with a empty stomach.” I explained.

“Why can’t I move my fingers?” He asked me. “I tried to move my fingers and I can’t move them.” I knew now why he was crying.

“That’s because your arm and hand is all tied up.” I lied to him. I didn’t have the courage to tell him the truth. I’d rather wait some time and then maybe we were wrong and he had a miraculous heal. “Here, have a bite.” I told him taking a sandwich to his mouth. “and now a sip.” I said offering him a juice. I fed him and then I gave him the pills.

“My face doesn’t hurt, why does my arm hurts so much?” He asked me. He wanted to talk, he wanted to have answers for his questions.

“Because your arm has 3rd degrees burns. Only the part where you had your wrist band was safe. It’s burnt almost until your elbow.” I explained.

“I don’t know what happened. He told me there were gonna be new pyro, I never thought the old one remained, so I was right at the spot when it came up.”

“You’re gonna be alright, ok?” I tried to rest him. “Try to go back to sleep.”

James stayed in the hospital for 3 days. Then he was released with orders of not to play. No one knew how much time he had to stop.

“You need to change you bandage every day.” The doctor instructed him.

“He’s staying with me for as long as he needs to be treated.” I said. James turned his head quite fast at me surprised. He had no one else to do that and truth being said I didn’t want anyone else to take care of him. I wanted to do the best I could to heal him fast.

“You’re in good hands.” The doctor told him. James smiled at him.

Lars had delivered all our suitcases in the hospital and had arranged a private flight back to San Francisco. We had a car waiting for us outside the hospital that would take us to the airport. Lars had been such a wonderful and caring person on that moment, I couldn’t thank him enough. He was the one packing all my stuff and James’s stuff back at the hotel, I didn’t check to see if my stuff was all in there, I was an organized person and didn’t leave my stuff scattered all over the place, so I trusted him.

So, Montreal was on the back of our heads and we flew back home. This time my home. James was gonna stay with me, at least, four weeks, then depending on what the doctor would say, a specialist, he could go back to his place. We didn’t talk about the divorce since he got in the hospital. None of us thought about it, at least I didn’t, my mind was too occupied in saving him.
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Sorry, just catching up! Had a long and busy weekend (my kid's b-day).

:( Poor James! But he is so lucky Steph is a Doctor, and she was with him all the time. LOL I also suspect she's gonna get pregnant because of that last time... :drool (UNF). I bet they fix their probles now that he'll stay under her care. :3 :heart:
Edited by Lilith, February 7, 2012, 5:50 pm.
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Poor James, it's going to be a long recovery for him. :( It looks like Steph obviously will be by James' side throughout his recovery and I think that this will bring them closer again, so on that note, I doubt either of them will be saying the word 'divorce' any time soon.

I'm still reading btw. Just caught up with the few chapters I missed. :wavey
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