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| A London Extra; A Hannah/James Sequel to A French Connection | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 9, 2012, 12:42 am (25,119 Views) | |
| Auluna Raie | February 3, 2012, 12:59 am Post #481 |
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You know, sharks HAVE been spotted in the Bay before....*whistles innocently* |
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| Deleted User | February 3, 2012, 1:01 am Post #482 |
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*Throws corpse overboard*
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| Auluna Raie | February 3, 2012, 1:06 am Post #483 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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See! My costume IS good for land travel!
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| Deleted User | February 3, 2012, 1:11 am Post #484 |
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| Deleted User | February 3, 2012, 3:02 am Post #485 |
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‘What, what does it say?’ James stammered. He seemed to have completely forgotten his own rule about no tabloids in the house. I handed him the paper and he read it in disbelief. I closed the door behind us, this was not a conversation I wanted the kids to overhear. ‘You know someone’s ratted you out when the story isn’t complete bullshit’ he growled after reading the first few lines. His eyes scanned the third page where the testimonials were. I couldn’t bear to think what was on his mind. His eyes continued down the page, dancing across the images taken from my website of my younger self. ‘Hot pictures!’ he joked. He stroked my arm in apology, it was all he could do, make a joke out of a bad situation. James turned to the back of the paper. ‘Is there more?’ I asked. James pointed. ‘Turn to page 17’ he read. He flicked open the middle page of the newspaper and continued reading. This time, his eyes grew wider than before. ‘Oh SHIT!’ he gasped. ‘What! What is it?!’ I panicked. James read from the paper. ‘One of Hannah’s early clients is none other than Lars Ulrich, James’ bandmate and drummer for Metallica’ James read. My mouth fell open. The circumstances were incorrect, but the fact was true: I had in fact had Lars as a client, and many times more than I cared to admit to James. ‘Oh Jesus’ James moaned, rubbing his hand over his face. I stood in front of him feeling like a homewrecker. ‘I should call Lars and tell him about this’ he explained. I made to leave the room, but he shook his head. ‘No, stay’ he said kindly. He shuffled over on the brown leather couch and I joined him. ‘I’m sorry!’ I cried, I couldn’t think of a worse time for this story to break than now, with his kids here. ‘It’s not your fault!’ he soothed me. ‘It is! The story is true, James! I did all those things with all those men!’ I didn’t want to tell him that the 1200 client estimate was a little under my actual total. James thought on it for a minute. ‘But you haven’t worked in four years!’ he exclaimed. ‘You’re not the same person from when I met you’ he reassured me. ‘You’re a mom now! You’re generous and kind and loving. Your business isn’t the only thing you’re good at’ he winked. He made me smile, even if right now I didn’t believe him. ‘And this doesn’t change anything’ he promised, dropping the paper to the floor where it belonged. ‘Okay?’ he kissed my lips softly. ‘Lars!’ Castor yelled from downstairs in surprise. He had driven over in a panic. ‘Where’s your Dad I need to talk to him’ Lars said immediately. James left the study, greeting Lars on the stairs. He joined us in the small room and the frantic sign on his face told us both he knew. Lars’ eyes fell to the paper on the floor. ‘FOCK!’ he exclaimed. James and I nodded back in silence, we knew how bad it was. I saw that Lars was still in his running gear. ‘Well, at least I didn’t have to be the one to tell ya!’ Lars laughed. I grinned as best I could to lighten the situation. ‘James, I think we should call Peter to sort this media shit out for us’ Lars suggested. James wasn’t sure about Lars’ suggestion and I was unsure what he meant altogether. James filled me in. ‘He means we should get our management onto responding to this story to discredit it before it hurts the band’s image’ James explained. I gasped, I hadn’t realised that it would. ‘If it’s about more than one of us, then we should’ Lars contemplated out loud. This time after a few minutes thought, James agreed with him. ‘If you tell them the story isn’t true then more of my clients will just come forward to collect on me’ I explained. I knew the UK tabloids would have paid them plenty of each of their renditions of our private meetings. Lars agreed, he hadn’t factored that in. ‘So what, we just let this get even bigger?’ Lars’ eyes bulged a little in fear. ‘I don’t see what we can do now’ I admitted. ‘My family and friends back home will know soon’ I sighed. Lars inhaled deeply. ‘Shit James!’ he exclaimed. ‘I’m gonna have to tell Kirk and Rob about this too, before they see Metallica orgy stories online’ Lars moaned. This was an even juicier payday than David could have even planned. The real threat was James finding out I had in fact slept with the whole band. Lars knew, he remembered, that I had done Kerry King favours at the Big 4, four years ago. ‘Well here’s what happens with these things’ Lars explained. ‘The first day it’s fuckin’ terrible, the second day another part to the story will come out, the third day the dust settles and the fourth day everyone will have forgotten about it’. I appreciated him trying to reassure me, but I wasn’t so sure his prognosis fit this exact scenario. ‘Not unless it’s fucking napster’ James growled in a low voice. ‘This will NOT be like focking napster! Alright?’ Lars announced sternly. I was alarmed at their raised voices. ‘Sorry sweetheart’ Lars apologised. ‘But seriously, damage control’ he began again. ‘The damage has been done’ I sighed. ‘My parents will know, and that is the worst thing I can think of’ I admitted. I wiped my eyes to stop the tears I felt coming. James sat to console me with his warm arms. ‘I’m so sorry’ he said again. Lars decided it was time to leave us alone, and he ventured downstairs to chat to Castor. ‘Is there anyone you should call back home, to warn?’ James asked. ‘What if my Mom won’t talk to me again?’ I cried openly. It was my worst fear realised. ‘You’ll always have me’ he said, hugging me tightly. But I wondered how much the story had stung him. Each of those testimonials were a reminder of our own encounters, he would soon realise that Belle and Hannah had become blurred into one. I had unwittingly given him, in our relationship, the very girl he used to pay for. |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | February 3, 2012, 3:27 am Post #486 |
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Oh my god! I just read the last four or five chapters! This story is getting better everytime! ...as I told you yesterday, I'm gonna be sick too, to have a better imagination! I wanna know what's gonna happen when James realise that she slept with the whole band! Come back with Fran, James! |
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| Deleted User | February 3, 2012, 3:34 am Post #487 |
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We'll have to wait and see if James finds out! |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | February 3, 2012, 3:59 am Post #488 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Okay, so I read what I missed. Dear writer I hate you for tormenting James! But I love you for righting it! Some paradox shit is coming out Although I would like James to be back with Fran, I know Hannah deserves happiness too, and it would be lovly if everything would went great, but I don't think James' feelings are strong enough to overcome what's ahead of them |
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| Deleted User | February 3, 2012, 4:09 am Post #489 |
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No spoilers of course, but the rest of their relationship is going to test James for sure. And Francesca leaked a secret in their phone conversation, and so did James about Christmas.... Thanks for your lovely comment as always!
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | February 3, 2012, 4:16 am Post #490 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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You just want us to beg for more
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| Auluna Raie | February 3, 2012, 4:53 am Post #491 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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THE SHARK IS HUNGRY
Edited by Auluna Raie, February 3, 2012, 4:53 am.
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| Deleted User | February 3, 2012, 5:07 am Post #492 |
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Haha! The writer is tired! Maybe one more chapter before bed! |
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| Deleted User | February 3, 2012, 6:12 am Post #493 |
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The next day, James and I drove the kids to the airport—after four event filled days with us they were heading home. I felt somehow heavier than before knowing my secret was out. I had fielded calls from many friends back home, and only a few supported my coming out as a call girl. I had lost friends, some of whom I thought would be unflappable. I dreaded to think what my sisters would say, and what my mother might know by now. The on-going silence from my family was painful, I couldn’t bear to assume they had already disowned me. As we passed the gates, dozens more paparazzi than usual swarmed around the vehicle. James locked the doors automatically from the drivers’ side. ‘They’ll try anything for a picture’ he warned. The kids in the back noticed the extra cameras with surprise. ‘Dad, what’s going on?’ Cali asked. Her voice was concerned. ‘There’s a story out about Hannah, that’s all’ James explained vaguely. He held my hand as he drove, checking my face for my worried expression. ‘It’s okay’ he reassured me. At the private airfield the paparazzi couldn’t follow up beyond the gate, but instead they shouted their insults across the tarmac. ‘Whore! Slut! Bitch!’ they yelled, all to provoke my reaction. ‘Don’t do a thing’ James warned, ‘it’s all just to get you angry'. ‘Come on kids, on the plane’ James ushered them quickly aboard. Cali stopped on the tarmac to hear their shouts. She understood most clearly the words they were screaming through the wire fence towards them. ‘James! How does it feel being with a whore? She’s fucked over a thousand men!’ I closed my eyes, cringing at their rude shouting voices, I knew they had just done irreparable damage to Cali. Her young face filled with shock at her father. ‘Dad! Is Hannah a prostitute?!’she gasped. Castor and Marcella were already aboard the plane. James couldn’t speak, his eyes welled with tears at the disappointment he knew his daughter must feel in him. ‘Cali!’ he reached for her shoulder sadly. ‘Don’t touch me!’ she screamed. James jumped in shock as Cali ran fast up the steps to the plane. He followed his daughter inside and I waited nervously on the tarmac. I heard her shouting voice at James. ‘Dad! I can’t believe this! NO! NO!’ she yelled. ‘I never want to talk to you again! You ruined our family!’ she screamed. I could only imagine the scene inside the plane. Her younger brother and sister were still unaware. ‘Dad, what’s going on?’ Castor cried. I heard his innocent voice upset at his sister. Marcella came to the steps of the plane to say goodbye. ‘Goodbye Hannah, it was lovely to meet you’ she smiled. My heart melted, she had a heart of gold. ‘You too, Marcella!’ I smiled. She waved goodbye sweetly, almost oblivious to her sister’s loud quarrel with her father. ‘Dad! Get off the plane! I never want to see you again!’ she screamed. James did as he was told, his face was streaming when he came down the steps towards me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder in a fast walk and we made back to the car. Inside, he burst into a heavy sob. I had never seen him so devastated in my life. ‘James!’ I smoothed his back sadly. We watched the plane taxi down the runway. ‘She didn’t mean it James’ I tried. He sobbed as the plane took off from the ground. ‘She’s right, I’ve ruined everything!’ he cried. I withdrew my kind hand from his back in surprise, I had nothing to say. |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | February 3, 2012, 6:21 am Post #494 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Fockin' paps Poor kids Cali now has a full right to hate Hannah, well sorry Hannah lovers I'm with Fran btw Stop tormenting James Give him something, woman
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| Deleted User | February 3, 2012, 6:23 am Post #495 |
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Give him something? You mean like three entire 70,000 word fictions dedicated towards hot sex with a younger woman?! Indeed, fucking paps. They're doing a good job of ruining their lives right now. |
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Some paradox shit is coming out
Cali now has a full right to hate Hannah, well sorry Hannah lovers I'm with Fran 
8:42 PM Jul 10