| Where ever I may roam; James Fic/ Mystery/ Suspense | |
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| HannahBanana | Jan 22 2012, 05:01 PM Post #1 |
Bad Seed
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You girls are some pretty amazing writers! I love majority of your stories a lot, half of them are even better than TV Lol  Any who, After lurking around here like a creeper for a while, I got inspired to write my very own fan fic and I hope you guys like it a lot, if you do I'll keep writing and posting as much as possible. Ever had that moment in your life where you met someone that changed almost every aspect of your life drastically? I've had that happen to me once before back in 1992 when I was twenty-nine years old. The front-man and rhythm guitarist of a heavy metal band called Metallica, me and a friend formed in 1981. My name is James Hetfield and I'm gonna tell you a story about someone I once knew. She had to be the most ballsiest and charismatic girl I've ever encountered in my life. From the day I met her, she didn't fail to leave an everlasting impression on me that would stay with me for the rest of my life. I can't say that I had a good time with her, or that she changed me for the better, but I can say that meeting her was probably the best thing that had happened to me since Metallica became huge. She was an unforgettable person. She was her own demise, a clever being. She was too wise for her own good. Ever since that day in October of 1992, I'll never forget those wise words she once said to me, "Trust is a tough thing to come by these days." I didn't know what she meant back then, but little did I know that what she said would happen to play a big roll in my life. I still live by those words of hers today. September 3, 1992 Metallica was on a break from touring and to celebrate, we decided to go to a bar and have a round of drinks. I was exhausted and tired from all the traveling we've been doing for the past year and a half. I was happy to be home, but after some realization, what the hell was I going to do with myself until then? I was seated alone, Lars and the guys had left just a few moments before. My eyes skimmed the room, there was barely anyone here, which made sense because it was only 12:30 a.m. The whole place was a complete ghost town. The only people that were there was me and two handfuls of people. I continued to scan the room until my eyes settled on a figure that immediately captured my attention. I saw her sitting at the bar, drinking heavily. She was able to down a beer in seconds, nothing compared to most women I've known. She sat there zombie like, sluggish. From time to time she'd either shake her head or lightly slam it on the bar's counter. She was probably upset about something, and every now and then she'd say a few words to Drew. She was Dressed in all black: black blazer, black pants, and black combat boots. The only thing that wasn't completely black on her was her white button up shirt, and this shiny chain necklace she wore along with her with several shiny silver rings that were neatly placed on her fingers. She dressed similar to a CIA agent, only I was sure that was not in her profession. I kept trying to get a good glimpse of her face but I wasn't able to, no matter how hard I tried. I was curious to know how she looked, but she kept her face hidden by a flock of massive chocolate brown and golden curls. Her hair looked soft, almost child like. It was extremely curly and I'll admit, it was seemingly cute. The top half of it was golden and majority of it was brown. I kept staring at this anonymous woman that I'd happen to become so intrigued with. The scary part was that I had no idea who she was. I was so transfixed on the subject if being able to meet her and start up a conversation with her. I didn't want to approach her the wrong way or say something that could put my life in jeopardy. Knowing quiet strangers, she seemed like the type that'll chew you out for the slightest wrong move. Without further hesitation I decided to get up and approach her. I grabbed my beer and slowly walked over to where she was seated. I noticed that there was an empty stool next to her, I took a seat. I was just gonna stand there, but I figured it would probably be of some concern to her if I just stood there like an idiot trying to make conversation. "Ahem..." I coughed, trying to capture her attention. She didn't budge, she continued to sit there with her fingers firmly placed around her bottle of Hieniken beer. She had it on such a firm grip that her knuckles were slowly turning white. I frowned in unison. I guess I may have frightened her a bit. Her chest bobbed up and down as she breathed. She took short audible breaths and seemed a tad bit nervous. I was surprised because I had only said-- wait! I haven't said anything to the poor girl. I tried a second time to make conversation, this time I started with something very cliche, "You come here often?" Deep breath. "Wha--?" She finally spoke her first words to me. She sounded like a little kid, not fully pronouncing 'what'. I smiled on the inside, for what? I don't know why. "Are you from around here?" I asked not taking apprehension to what she had said. She lifted her bottle and brought it up to her lips and took a long desired swig of her Heineken. I waited in anticipation to hear her speak again. I wanted to fully hear her voice and hopefully see her face for the first time. She place her head on the counter and her curls tumbled from her head, all the way down, peacefully landing on the counter of the bar. A few seconds later she turned her head to face me and brushed her flocks of hair out of her face. Placed her elbow on the counter and stared at me. She was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Her baby face was stunning. She looked like a doll. Her eyes were big, but not huge. She had full curly eyelashes like a camel and full thick, dark colored eyebrows. Her skin was as smooth as caramel on a sundae. To top it all off, her eyes had to be the upmost impressing thing about her. They were blue like the morning sky and full of innocence. She lightly bit her plush, rosy lips and furrowed her brows at me. I was so sure she caught me studying her face. I couldn't start my eyes off her one bit. She was too good to be true. If I hadn't took it upon my self to approach her, I'd never had known that this mysterious girl was so beautiful. "No." She caught me off guard and knocked me out of my trance. "Huh?" I kindly spoke, while still staring at her lips. I was too hypnotized to speak. I wanted so bad to kiss her lips. Again that feeling came over me. I felt as if we already had a connection. I hardly knew her. "You asked me if I was from around here. I said no." Her voice was raspy and hoarse, she sounded a like a naïve child. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about that." I sighed and tried to gather my thoughts. What was I gonna say now? I had no idea where this conversation was headed, but I knew where I wanted it to go. I rubbed my face with my hand and tried to recuperate, "What's your name?" God, that was a stupid question. Way to go James. "Why?" She raised her brow. "I can't ask?" I chuckled. Her face remained expressionless. She was a true solider at hiding her emotions. She folded her arms and narrowed her eyes at me, "What's your name?" "James. James Hetfield." I said proudly. Her eyes slightly widened, but she brought them back to their smug stance. There was no doubt she Knew who I was. "Oh." She looked off and took another sip of beer, "I heard of you." "Really?" I asked. She nodded, "Yeah. You're in that band." "So you heard of us?" I bent my head down to her, "Metallica?" "Yeah." She heaved a deep sigh and replied, "I'm not a fan, just so you know." I raised my hands in defense, "It's ok by all means with me." I could've sworn I saw a small smile creep upon her face, but I didn't want to speak so soon. I leveled my face with hers once again and stared into her blue eyes, "Now enough about me. Can you tell me your name?" She stared back at me for a moment and smirked, before she stood up and got up off her stool. I took this time to admire her body. Long legs, her chest wasn't that big, she was rather slim. I assumed it was her clothes that made her look that way. She was tall, but not taller than me, maybe a good five foot eight. She pursed her lips out and replied, "Khloe." Before I knew it, she was half way out the door of the bar. Making a great escape. However I wasn't gonna let her slip through my fingers that quick. We weren't finished yet, and even if she thought we were, we weren't. I sprung off my stool and ran outside to stop her. TBC |
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| Voxx | Jan 22 2012, 05:11 PM Post #2 |
Poor Twisted Me
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Great start! I like how you make an effort to put detail into your writing so that your readers will be able to imagine everything just as you want us to. It really adds colour to a piece of writing. I prefer to read fics that read like novels and aren't just pure sex. It's nice to have a little bit of a plot going on, and it seems like you do! I'm excited to see where it goes.
Edited by Voxx, Jan 22 2012, 05:13 PM.
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| HannahBanana | Jan 23 2012, 03:53 PM Post #3 |
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Bad Seed
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@ Voxx thank you! Here's the next part before I head off to school! I hope you guys like this one, I'll probably post the other half when I get back because this is a little short to me. However, enjoy! I chased after her and followed her to the street. I tried to capture her attention but when I touched her, she turned around and started going off. She even pulled a gun out and my eyes went wide. What was she gonna do? "Whoa! Whoa! Babe you do not wanna do that!" I said. "I'm not your babe and get your fucking hands off me pal!" She yelled. She started to yell and scream, I stared in awe. I tried to relax her by talking but that wasn't working one damn bit, "Shut the fuck up or I'll blow your fucking head off, Kapeesh?!" "Ok, ok." I tried to ease the tension. My heart was beating erratically and I felt faint. She shoved the gun to where it was aligned with my brain and held on to me with dear life. I looked around to see if anyone was around and could help me, but no one, and I mean no one was in sight. Any other day this street would be filled with countless numbers of people, "Now what the fuck do you want?!" Se yelled while repeatedly rammed the gun against my head. "Nothing I just wanted to talk! Now that you're acting like a total bitch, I guess I don't want anything!" I yelled. My eyes kept flicking back and forth to the gun that she had held up to my head. I prayed so much that this wasn't happening and she'd just let me go. I was too young to die especially of it was because of some psycho bitch that killed me because I wanted to talk with her. "Don't fucking talk shit my dear. If you don't shut that hole in your mouth I swear by all means of God, I will take this gun, put it up to that pretty little fucking head of yours, and blow your brains all over the goddamn place. Now I'm only gonna ask you this one time, and one time only, what the fuck do you want with me?!" "I already told you!" I breathed heavily. Was this really happening? Where the fuck did she get a gun from? I begged and begged for her to let me go. After almost what it seemed like a lifetime, she finally let go and threw me on the ground. I felt like yelling "What the fuck is your problem?" but I didn't want her killing me. I brushed myself off and noticed that she started to walk down the street, I ran to catch up with her and tried to spring up another conversation, "How old are you?" I asked. "Didn't your mom ever tell you it's rude to ask someone their age?" She raised her brow and took out a cigarette that was contained inside her pocket. "Yeah, and she also said its unladylike for a woman to smoke." I said as I watched her light her cigarette. She smirked and shook her head, "Touché." She took a puff and said, "Just so you can stop asking me questions--" She pointed, "I'm twenty one years old." I could instantly hear my world crash and burn. Twenty one! Well it's older than I thought. To be honest she looked younger than twenty one, I initially thought she was probably eighteen, but that explains why she was able to drink alcohol. "You don't look twenty one." "How old are you?" I she asked defying me. "Twenty nine." "You don't look twenty nine." I smiled at her compliment and she continued, "You look older." My smile immediately turned into a frown. Geez, what a bitch. I'm sure she gauged my reaction because she then said, "Kidding. I was joking." I nodded. We stood in silence admiring the midnight sky. No words were spoken during that time. "Uh...." She started. I turned my face towards hers and she stared at me the same. I wanted to know what she was thinking, but it was so difficult trying to decode her. "Were you gonna say something?" I asked. She looked down and blew out the smoke that was contained in her lungs, "Yeah. It's getting late. I need to go." She threw her cigarette on the ground and stamped on it with her left foot, putting the unnoticeable flame out. She trailed off again walking further down the street. I was in no way gonna let her leave again. I was destined to stop her. "Where are you going?" I asked concerned. I knew it was probably none of my business but some told me to make sure that she'd make it home or whatever destination was, safely. "I don't know." She said a little lost. Khloe stopped walking and stayed in the same position. She made no sudden movements. So did she have a place to stay? "You have a place to stay?" I asked. If she didn't, I knew I was going to invite her over my place to stay. I wanted her to be alright. I couldn't live with the guilt if anything had happened to her at this point. I needed to know that she'll be ok. She sighed deeply and replied, "Nope." "Well, you could--" I didn't get to finish my statement because she interrupted me in mid-sentence. Almost in a flash, she whipped her head back around and said, "No. I don't want to." She held her hand out and walked closer, approaching me once again, "I barely know you, and that's bad enough." I furrowed my brows, "I don't want to be a burden on you at all." She said the last part on a whisper. "I mean, it's fine. I don't mind at all." I attempted to reassure her. "You'd still let me stay with you after what I done?" Call me crazy, but I would. "Yeah. I guess." I shrugged, "But I'll feel even safer if you'd do something with that gun of yours." I joked. She solemnly smiled. I assured myself that maybe-- just maybe she'd say yes. She stood in front of me for a moment. I waited as she tried to configure her decision. She shifted the weight from her right foot to get left. She looked upwards towards the sky, closed her eyes, and replied, "Sure." I'll admit, that was like music to my ears, "Now come on. It's really late." I ushered her on and she followed me towards my truck. We crossed the street together walking side by side, slowly approaching the parking lot. There were no cars on the road, well there was maybe a few. It was a little chilly out, and the wind would brush by every now and then. When we got to the truck I opened to door for her and she gave me a confused look, but got in. I ran to the other side, happy as a lark. I hopped in the truck and closed the door, roared the engine and looked over to my new roommate, "Are you ready?" I asked with a noticeable smile on my face. "I guess." She huffed and turned her head back to the window and stared off into the street. The entire time I couldn't help but think, "She'll warm up to me soon. I know she will." TBC |
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| HannahBanana | Jan 27 2012, 09:59 PM Post #4 |
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Bad Seed
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An update! Tell me how you like it so far Khloe's POV I was still shocked how I was able to agree with James to stay with him for the night. I didn't know him and to top it all off it felt as if I was going into the snake pit. I really took a gamble this time and actually agreed to stay the night with a... stranger? My mind was blown and even I couldn't believe my own self. I remember my mom telling me not to talk to strangers, she must be really annoyed with me at the moment, may God rest her soul. James pulled up to a deserted road and I became suspicious. With such an eerie feeling, I gripped my gun tighter through my jacket. I didn't want to risk anything. I mean the guy was nice it's just that, how do I not know if he's actually a sex crazed maniac who wants to rape me, murder me, and then throw my lifeless body out into a ditch on the side of the road. With him, I was so easily persuaded. If it had been anyone else to invite me to stay with them for the night, I would've declined, but he-- he was so convincing. I don't know what it was about him that made me feel vulnerable, but I thought maybe it was his eyes or that masculine secure persona of his that makes me want to surrender unto him. 'Come on. He's not gonna hurt ya. Even if he does, you'll just do what you done to us...' A voice in my head spoke. It made me become more alert. It's the same voice I've been hearing since I-- that one time I-- never mind. It never left me alone after that incident. The road we were on was quiet and ominous. I glanced out the window and saw nothing but trees and 'Do not trespass' signs. I told myself to just let him handle it, since he knows what he's doing. 'He lives here, you don't!', that strange little voice within me spoke again. My heart started to beat faster and I solemnly broke out into a cold yet unnoticeable sweat. I hated those voices, even the ones that reasoned with you. I never told anyone about my schizophrenia. It bothered me so much. The voices I heard were not mine and that was the scariest part. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to ignore what I had just heard. "Are you alright?" James asked. He glanced over to me as I opened my eyes back again. I waited five seconds before replying, "Ya-- Yeah, I'm ok." His eyes dwelled on me for a bit and he slowly nodded, "Uh-huh..." I knew he probably knew that I was full of shit. He knew I was lying, he just didn't want to say anything or I'd run away. We pulled up to a gate and James stopped to put in his gate code, like clockwork the doors of the hate opened to a large drive way. As we approached his house, a gigantic monstrosity of a house appeared before mine own eyes. My eyes got wide, trying to get a good look at every inch, nook and cranny of James' mansion. Never in my life have I ever seen such a house. Houses like these were the ones I'd imagine in dreams or see in fairy tales, on TV-- but this was reality. I could only manage to whisper a surprised yet breathless, "Wow." James chuckeld and shook his head. He then said, "Sure. It's only 2,348 square feet." He laughed making a joke. "Your house is huge." I said. I remained in the window admiring his house like a kid looking at a toy store. "Yeah. This is what a record deal and a triple platinum album will get you." "Uh huh." I flicked my eyes to him and stared him down. His house was big enough to house a whole generation of a family, I knew he wasn't living in it alone begin that he'd be on tour nine months out of a year. 'Go ahead, ask him.' I cringed on the inside. Could someone please help me stop this damn voice from reading my every thoughts! "You live here... Alone?" I asked. He nodded, "Yeah." I nodded in return. He cleared his throat and continued, "Now I have you, don't I?" he asked. I was unsure how to respond. I barely knew him as a person. I'd only heard of him once and we just met, he expects me to move in and live with him already? 'Stop being so paranoid!' It hissed. I rolled my eyes and stood in silence. James cut the engine off once we were inside his garage that was large enough to house four vehicles. We both go out and slammed the car doors shut erupting a loud slamming noise that echoed through the garage. Just like I had done while we were outside his house I kept looking around his garage with big eyes. James started walking inside, "Khloe." he asked. He pronounced my name so sweetly. "Huh?" "God, girl! You sure are amazed aren't you?" he laughed. I smiled. "Its just a garage and plus you haven't seen the best part yet. Now come on!" He nodded his head towards the door and signaled me to follow him inside. I followed directly after James like a little puppy dog following its owner. I entered his living room with wide eyes. I swear it was amazing how a single person was able to obtain such a magnificent house. He had a large big screen TV, a nice lounge style couch in the center of the room that was black, a coffee table, and four large windows that out looked to his field of a backyard. I assumed he had a pool, because almost everyone in California did. I looked up and noticed that he even had a deer head mounted above the TV, "Nice." I thought sarcastically. "So how do you like it?" He asked walking backwards and holding his hands out as if he was revealing a prize. "Why does it matter?" I asked and then immediately closed my mouth afterwards. I probably shouldn't have said that. I was hoping that I didn't offend him. "I don't know." He shrugged, "I just wanted to see if I could make you feel at home." That was one of the most caring thing I've heard someone say. 'Too bad she doesn't know that home feels like.' I heard it again, this time it was loud and clear, "Did you hear that?" I asked James. He furrowed his brows and gave me a confused look. "Hear, what?" He asked. "Nothing, it's not important." I waved a hand and tried to shrug it off and ignore it. It's no big deal, yet. "Alright." James and I glanced over at the clock and it read 2:30 a.m. It was later than I though. So much time had passed by. James turned back to me and asked, "Sleepy?" I nodded, held my arms out, and said, "Lead the way." James smiled and headed up his spiral staircase, I followed right behind once again. We entered a long hallway with four bedrooms and three bathrooms. They all were slightly empty but at least contained a bed and I guess one also housed some of his personal stuff. We kept walking until we reached a room at the very end of the hallway. James pushed open the door and revealed his guest room to me. It was huge, bigger than any room I've ever seen. It was nicely decorated, to my surprise since the fact that he was a guy, I didn't think that he was the one to decorate the room. It didn't seem like his thing to do. The room was gorgeous and roomy. There were three tall windows with blue curtains that covered them. The bed was huge too, maybe a queen size, just the thought of being able to sleep in a warm bed pleased me. The comforter was dark blue with black embroidered flower patterns on it. It was covered with four large pillows and I suddenly felt extremely tired just by looking at it. Although the room was slightly empty, I figured it really didn't matter to me because at least I had a bed to sleep in and a roof over my head, for now at least. James turned to me and said, "This is where you'll be sleeping for tonight." his voice mimicked an english butler and he smiled a cheesy grin afterwards. I smirked and timidly walked into the vacant room, it was a little cold and I shivered a bit. I walked up to the middle window and looked outside. There was a stunning view of a private beach and a bunch of trees that surrounded it in the wilderness. The moon was bright and I reassured myself that tonight for the first time, I'll feel safe and secure. While still hypnotized from the view I spoke with my eyes not taking sight off the window, "Thanks... for everything." James didn't reply too soon after. I heard him walk towards me and heard his footsteps come to an abrupt stop. He placed his hand on my shoulder and replied, "No problem. Glad I could help." I turned back to face James and he smiled at me a reassuring smile and squeezed my shoulder. I returned the favor and for the first time I could genuinely feel happy around him. James gazed into my eyes and gave me a very seductive look. I was so transfixed on his baby blue eyes, I hardly noticed that voice again that said, 'Kiss him! Make him want you!' Everything sounded right and I felt so relaxed that I started to move my lips closer to his and we almost kissed until I heard, 'Reel him in and then kill him!' I stopped mid way. It sounded to evil that it scared me nearly to death. I moved back from James' face and saw that his eyes were closed, not too long after he opened his eyes and said, "I'm so sorry. I-- I didn't mean to. I-- uhhh" I shushed him and said, "S'fine. I know." James nodded and liked down at my attire and looked back at me. He narrowed his eyes and was about to speak before I interrupted him. "You have anything I could sleep in?" I was really tired but not too tired to actually fall asleep in my clothes. "I thought you'd never ask." he turned and walked out the room, "Follow me!" I rolled my eyes and ran to catch up with James. I followed him until we reached his bedroom. I stopped abruptly in the door way and gazed at everything insight my eyes landing on his bed that was fit enough for a king. My mouth dropped open. Endless possibilities over what could happen. I'll admit I was acting very hormonal at the moment, hopefully it'll surpass. "Here." James handed me a large black t-shirt with the words 'Black Sabbath' printed on it. I took it in my hands and looked at it like it was foreign to me. "Really?" I asked. He said, "Well it's either that or--" he pointed at my clothes I had on, "that." "You forgot something else." I slyly said and smirked. James looked confused for a bit and then an evil mischievous smile crept across his face, "Naked?" he asked innocently. I couldn't help but laugh hysterically and he joined in too, "No! I wasn't talking about that!" I giggled some more and managed to say in between laughs, "I was talking about shorts." James blushed and said, "Sorry. I don't have any, that's clean." I laughed again and said, "Alrighty then." I nodded and continued, "Thanks." "No problem, Khloe." James said playfully. He walked closer to me and hugged me and whispered, "Sleep tight." in my ear. I felt chills ease down my spine. His voice resembled that of someone I once knew and it frightened me. 'Is it coming back to you, Khloe?' The voices asked. I sighed deeply. This wasn't gonna be easy to deal with. My past will never let me move on, not after what I did. God please help me! |
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| HannahBanana | Jan 29 2012, 04:36 PM Post #5 |
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Bad Seed
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I abruptly awoken out of my peaceful slumber. I sprang up out of the bed and started to scan my surroundings carefully. I had no idea where I was. I was so used to sleeping under a bridge or somewhere unsuitable for a person to crash at night-- that waking up in a bed in a gigantic room seemed like a dream. It seemed impossible. My heart was racing once again from my little scare. I glanced around the room to see if I could find a clock or something, I knew for sure it wasn't morning cause it was still dark out. My eyes settled on the alarm clock that was placed on the desk across from the bed and it read 6:15 a.m. I face-palmed myself, "Argh! It's so hot!" I mumbled. I didn't want to be rude and stalk around James' house in stealth mode. Even though I was a 'criminal', snooping around other people's homes wasn't my thing. I stayed in bed looking around, bored like hell, "What to do now..." I was still insanely hot and began to sweat uncontrollably. I tried to fan myself to cool down. "Jesus! Does this guy believe in air conditioning?" the bed was damp from the sweat the I had accumulated. I groaned and decided to just go take a very cold shower. Maybe that will resolve my problems. Without further hesitation I hopped out of bed and walked into the hallway. It was dark and quiet, nothing could be seen. Then again I already had poor vision. I walked carefully trying not to make any noise or hit anything. "Oomph! Fuck!" I spoke too soon. Way too soon. I ran into the wall and stubbed my toe on impact. It was so painful. I crouched on the floor and cradled my foot and silently moaned from the pain, "Ow! Jesus Christ!" I stood up and tried to recuperate, "Ok--" I nodded, "Now if I can just find the bathroom, I'll be on my way." I kept walking-- this time even more cautiously. I did not wanna repeat of what happened before. I found the towel closet, which was empty. Great he had no towels, "Note to self: Never accept an invitation from a guy who's never at home 99% of the time." I huffed. The bathroom was the next door over. I went in and made sure to close the door shut and lock it. In the event that James woke up, I didn't want him to see me in my birthday suit. I stripped off my clothes, turned the nob to cold, and sat down in the shower with my legs tucked under my chin. I closed my eyes and relaxed as the cool water splashed over my naked body. It felt very rejuvenating and calming, like all my worries had washed away. I noticed that there was a tube of shampoo on the edge. I shrugged and asked myself, "Why not?" I hadn't washed my hair in nearly three weeks. I'm sure it was in need of some cleaning. I grabbed the bottle, squeezed some in my hand, and lathered my scalp. It felt heavenly and refreshing, I smiled in unison. When I was done I stepped out cold and wet, then remembered that I didn't have a towel to dry off with. I did the only thing that came to mind, grabbed that damn t-shirt big enough for a two hundred pound man and used it as a towel. I sniffed my underwear, "They'll be fine."I knew it was disgusting and unsanitary but I wasn't going to sleep commando. So, I slipped them back on and used the t-shirt once again to dry my hair. Because I washed it, it was curlier than before, at least it smelt better. I wrapped the shirt around the top half of my body, cut the light off, and ran back into my room. I hopped back into the bed and contemplated whether to wear the t-shirt or leave it. I decided to sleep topless. It couldn't hurt, could it? With in seconds I pulled the covers over me and fell back to sleep. James' POV It was finally morning and I saw the suns bright rays peer through my window. I was still tired and sleepy, but I remembered that Khloe was still asleep upstairs. "I wonder if she's hungry." I mumbled. My stomach started to growl and I realized that maybe I was hungry too. I got outta bed and slipped on some sweat pants and headed to the kitchen. The house was quiet. I figured she was still asleep. At first thought I was going to cook a big breakfast for the two of us, but on second thought, when I opened the fridge, there wasn't shit in there to eat. I haven't been home in nearly a year. The food that was still left was either spoiled or-- spoiled. I made a mental note to go grocery shopping at some point. I threw the 'remaining' food away in the garbage. "Well, McDonalds it is." I shrugged. I jogged back into my room to put on a t- shirt and some sneakers, grabbed my keys and made my way back into the living room. I was almost out the door when my phone rang. "Hello?" I asked. "Hey James!" It was no one other than Lars. "Are you still coming over today? We got some business to take care of." "Uhhh, yeah." What was I gonna do about Khloe, while I was gone over to Lars'? "Good. Make sure your ass is here before three, I don't wanna send a focking swat team after you. By the way, when did you get home yesterday? I called you like five focking times." I hated when Lars would always act as if he was my fucking wife or something. It was a good thing that he'd always be concerned, but damn was that shit annoying too. "I came home around two-thirty in the morning, mom." I decided to not tell Lars about me inviting a chick over to stay with me, he'd just make too many fucking questions and I didn't have time for all that shit. "What the fuck were you doing?" He asked. "I wanted to sober up a little so I wouldn't be too shit-faced to drive, and pass out behind the wheel. In case you forgot, I do live in the fucking wilderness, Lars." "Ok, ok. Just make sure you'll be here by three." "Alrighty then." Lars and I said our goodbyes and I placed the phone back on the receiver. I left the house, locked the door, and headed for McDonalds. I figured that Khloe would most likely be still asleep when I got back. Twenty minutes Later... I got back home with two bags full of food, hell I even stopped by the grocery store to get a few things. I closed and locked the door as I made my way back to the kitchen. I set everything out. I had bought some fresh fruit, bagels, yogurt, meat (of course), and juice. Everything was lined up in the table ready to be devoured. I wanted to make sure she had enough to eat, she looked as of she hadn't ate in a while. It was my mission to fatten her up some more. I smiled, realizing how sweet I can be at times. I'm sure she'd be thankful for this and what I had planned for later on. "Khloe!" I yelled her name from the bottom of the staircase. I waited patiently for her to bake her way downstairs but she didn't come, so instead I went upstairs to wake her up for myself. As I approached the door I knocked softly, there still was no answer. I opened the door and peeked in to see of the ghost was clear and walked in. She was sound asleep. The covers were all over the place, and so was her hair. My eyes betrayed me though, I noticed that she was only wearing her panties, nothing else. I tried to stray my eyes away from her body but I couldn't. She looked better half naked than with clothes on. Her legs were long, lean and toned. Her back was flawless and gorgeous. Her ass was the best part. So tight, round and firm. I wanted so badly to touch her, but I knew she'd probably karate chop my ass in a flash like she did last night. I slowly walked up to her and shook her softly, trying to get her to wake up. "Khloe...Khloe... Wakey wakey!" she moved a little and rolled her head to the side. I leveled my face with hers to see of she was finally gonna wake up. In two seconds or less her eyes fluttered open to reveal her bright blue eyes before me. She looked like a angel with the sunlight illuminating from her body. Ironically enough, she was far from an angel. Khloe's POV I heard a soft voice calling my name. I stirred a bit and finally opened my eyes to see no one other than James in front of me, smiling? That's weird. Then I remembered that I was a little underdressed. "Shit! I forgot that I was sleeping only in my underwear." I thought. I wonder how long has he been in here? Was he staring at me? I looked back at his face, pure amusement written all over it. Oh yeah, he was definitely checking me out. Ugh, men. They always think with their dick and not their actual brain. God have you one for a reason, dipshit. I rolled my eyes and said, "Do you mind?" "Yeah, go ahead. I'll close my eyes." He turned around and waited for me to do what I was gonna do. I got out of bed and reached for my blouse and black trousers and put them on. "Ahem!" I coughed to signal him that it was safe to turn around, "You can look now." James turned around and walked up to me. "Are you hungry? I bought a shit load of food for us to eat." he chuckled, "It looks like a damn buffet down there. I was hoping you'd come and eat so we could enjoy the rest of the day." He gave me one of those innocent smiles and my heart fluttered. He was just too cute for his own good. I smirked and accepted his invitation. We both walked downstairs and he led me to the kitchen. On the table there was an array of food spread out like a Buffett. Everything looked delicious and my stomach growled loud. James looked at me and smiled, "And you were gonna say you weren't hungry." "Hell yeah! I'm starving now." James grabbed two plates and cups for us and we both dug into the food like two kids. I was emaciated and it felt like the first time in months that I was finally able to enjoy a meal, even if it wasn't home cooked. "Y'know, I'm supposed to head over to Lars' later on." James said. "Ok." I nodded. He stopped eating and studied my face for a bit, "Are those the only clothes you have?" he asked. I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. How was I gonna explain to him that this was all I had. I sighed deeply and took a sip of my orange juice. I hadn't had any in so long. James stared at me attentively waiting to hear my explanation, "Yeah... I don't have anything else to wear." James' eyes got wide and he shook his head, "You don't have anything at all?" "Nope." I looked down and began to shift my cup in my hands. I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. How was I supposed to explain myself to him. I never old anyone about my past and how I got here. I always lied, but with him I couldn't lie. The truth kept screaming to come out. It was literally kicking my ass. "Look, we're going to the mall after you get done eating." He sounded so demanding like he was my father and I was his child. I furrowed my brows. What the fuck? "Excuse me?" I asked. "I'm buying you some more clothes. You can't keep wearing the same clothes everyday." I agreed. "How long have you been wearing that?" he asked. I roiled my eyes and nonchalantly said, "Three weeks..." James nearly spit his food out and stated at me incredulously, "What the fuck?! Three weeks?!" "Yeah..." "Fuck, Khloe! We are definitely going shopping! Hurry up, I have to be at Lars' at three!" I nodded and he got up. "I'm gonna get dressed. Let me know when you're ready." He called over his shoulder. "Ok, dad." I said sarcastically under my breath. This was going to be interesting, shopping with James. |
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| Scorpion Flower | Jan 30 2012, 05:38 AM Post #6 |
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| HannahBanana | Feb 1 2012, 12:42 PM Post #7 |
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Thanks I'll probably post more later today or tomorrow |
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| Scorpion Flower | Feb 1 2012, 12:49 PM Post #8 |
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| HannahBanana | Feb 2 2012, 03:39 PM Post #9 |
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Here's the next part! P.S. I know it may not sound like a suspense/ mystery fic but I promise the next part (which will be posted tomorrow to be exact) will pretty much add more suspense to the story. I'm just stalling for now  At the mall James and I went to every store imaginable. To be quite honest I haven't shopped like this in-- well I haven't shopped like this before in my entire life. It felt good to feel free for once, to be able to spend money and not have a care in the world; even if it wasn't my own money to begin with. I had got a lot of clothes and shoes. I learned quite a lot about myself also, like for one I went up two bra sizes which was crazy but made sense. I was officially a 32C and I was happy about it because I always saw that having big breasts were a vital part to the female anatomy, it's what make us women. Enough about that, I mostly got casual clothes, I wasn't really the flashy type. There were also people giving James strange looks when we passed by, I guess they knew who he was but they didn't ask for an autograph or picture. While shopping James and I had stopped by the restroom so I could change out of my old clothes and into something new. I decided to go with a pair of camouflage cargo pants and a plain fresh white t-shirt. I left my combat boots on because they looked nice with the whole military ensemble I had going on. While putting my original clothes in the bags, I thought to myself, "I should get another suit or get this one dry cleaned." It had been the only thing I had worn for the past three weeks and it had become of some great significance to me over time. I'll never forget that day when I had gotten it. "Or taken it..." Again. They're here again. Why?! Damn voices are screwing up my life. I shook my head in agony. For once could I at least get some piece? So far everything has been going slightly well and right at the peak of my decency, they choose to acknowledge me and once again fuck everything up. And I ask again, why? "Hey took you long enough." James joked as I walked out of the restroom with three full bags in tact. He held the other two in his hands as we continued to walk around, window shopping. "Y'know this is the most I've been shopping in a while. I usually don't do this much during the holidays-- no wait, even then I don't shop this much." He laughed and I nodded. He didn't seem like the Christmas shopping type. I couldn't imagine seeing James on Black Friday fighting over VCRs and shit like that. "Well I haven't either." I stopped walking and turned to face James. The bag I had in my hand was semi cutting off my circulation and I set it down on the floor. "Thank you so fuckin' much for all your help! I don't know what I would've done without you. I-- I-" James gazed at me nodding and smiling. I didn't know what exactly to say. I could. Say 'thank you' a million times, but would that be enough? I shook my head out of confusion and continued, "If you would've never offered me to stay with you, God know where I'd be right now..." I didn't even get to say the rest because James grabbed me and embraced my body with his own into a warm and comforting bear hug. His body was glued to mines and I could smell his fresh man scent, it made me smile. We pulled back and he said, "No problem. That's why I'm here." I nodded and we picked up the bags and continued to walk further into the mall. "Theres not many people here. Is there?" I asked. "Nope. It's good though, at least I don't have to watch out for crazed fans trying to tackle me or ask for autographs and pictures every two minutes." "Yeah, bug then there's the paparazzi. What if they think we're, y'know, together?" "Let them. I don't care unless you do." "I don't know." "Why'd you put that on?" "You don't like it or something?" "No no I mean it's fine. I just figured you'd wear something more... Y'know..." "No I don't." "Girly?" "I'm not like that. Didn't you see what I had on before? Far from Girly. Girly's not me at all." "I can see that." "Did you get anything?" "Yeah, I got a pair of chucks and a new hat, remember?" He said and I shook my head no. "Oh. Ok." We passed by plenty of stores before I stopped directly in front of a salon. There was a lady, I guess in her mid forties, trying to give out free makeovers. She had your typical Jersey Shore blonde teased hair, pale, shit load of makeup, and a lot of pink everywhere. "Come on darling!" She yelled. I looked around wondering if she was referring to anyone else besides me. I pointed a finger at myself and mouthed a silent, "Who me?" She nodded and pointed directly at me. "Honey if you let me, I will do you a big favor and get rid of those dreadful highlights and make you look better than ever!" Dreadful highlights...? Huh? I didn't have highlights, my hair was naturally two-toned. "Uhhh, I don't know." I said nervously. I didn't want my hair changed at all, I liked how I looked already. Was she crazy?! I sure as hell didn't want her doing my makeover. Why? Because I didn't want to end up looking like her, a damn fool. I shook my head, "No. No no no no--" James smiled knowingly at me and urged me to give it a try. "Go ahead. It'll be cool." I narrowed my eyes at him. He can't be serious. I liked my hair a lot, then again I hadn't had anything done to it in nearly my entire life. It was apart of me and my past-- just then something ticked in my mind. If I want to forget about my past and erase it, maybe a make over wasn't a bad idea. Maybe it's just what I need to get by. "Ok..." I gave in and agreed to get a makeover. Next stop hell! James shoved me towards the lady and she grabbed me by my arm like a child and took me inside the salon. I left and tried to ready myself for an hour of torture. When she placed the cape on me, I looked in the mirror to have one last good look at the old me. "Are you ready?" She asked as eager as a then year old girl. I nodded and smiled. I wasn't ready. I closed my eyes and tried to prepare for one of the most drastic things to come for me. James' POV I watched as Khloe was being dragged away into the salon. Poor girl, she looked scared as shit. The lady literally dragged her inside. I thought maybe it'll be nice for her to do it. Something tells me that she hadn't had anything done to her hair in a while. With her gone I decided to walk around for a bit. I was exhausted from all the ripping and running, going from store to store. I was happy to see her excited. However something had already convinced me that it wouldn't last long. I liked her a lot but she seemed a little off balance-- then I remembered when she almost tried to kill me. She was very off balance. I'd be lying if I said that she didn't scare me shitless, cause she did. I waited and at this point I was sitting on the bench outside the salon. "Damn, what time is it?" I glanced at my watch I bought earlier. It read 1:56. We needed to leave soon. It was almost two and I didn't want Lars bitching me out if I were late. I sat and bounced my leg, woman always took long in the mall. I started to look through the clothes I bought for Khloe. I bought her a Metallica t-shirt, of course, and she got a pair of denim shorts, I couldn't wait to see how these'll play out. I was still shifting through her clothes when I noticed a cute brunette walk out of the salon. I was so transfixed in her and I studied every bit of her face, my mouth went dry as I noticed that she was actually Khloe. She kept her head down in shame as she approached me. She looked up and stared at me with her icy blue eyes and bit her lip. She was a totally different person. The chocolate brown hair contrasted perfectly with her blue eyes and caramel colored skin, it made her look exotic and-- sexy! Her hair was straight, not curly any longer, and it was still long about three inches past her shoulder,but she probably had her ends trimmed. Her hair was parted in the middle and it flowed down her head bone straight, it looked great. I loved it a lot. "Wow!" I said breathless. "You look amazing. You look like a totally different person." She smiled shyly. "Thanks. It was kinda hard though, I never had anything done to my hair before. It's weird. I'll get used to it though." She shrugged and smiled. Her smile got more and more captivating. Her dimples made her even more desirable. "Don't you have to go to your friend's house at three?" She asked. "Yeah, well I guess it's time for us to get a move on..." She nodded and we both made a starting walk to my car. When we got to the car, I opened the trunk and placed her bags in the back as she opened the passenger door and hopped inside, "So... Do they know about me yet?" She asked. "No, but they'll find out when we get there." I said. I knew Lars would probably drill me about her and ask all these damn questions. Then again he'd probably hit on her and try to talk with her little does he know that she's in no way shape or form like those other chicks we get a concerts and on the road. She's extremely different. |
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| Scorpion Flower | Feb 3 2012, 02:07 AM Post #10 |
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Humm...so they went shopping? That might be a good thing for her. She seems someone who has been through a lot in her life, you know the voices in her head and stuff. Wonder how the other will react:) I like how James is taking care of her, so far it doesn't seem love or passion, more like fatherhood or something, with time who knows? 
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| HannahBanana | Feb 4 2012, 02:35 PM Post #11 |
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Next update! Hopefully this puts the icing on the cake Enjoy!  ********* "Hey Lars." James said as Lars opened the door to his monstrous house. It was as big as James' house and amazing. I was intimidated just by looking at it. "Hey man--" Lars exchanged a strange look with James and directed his attention to me and smiled. He walked closer to approach me. While he was directly in front of me, I took the chance to size him up. He was taller in person but I still had him by an inch or two. I immediately knew that he most likely suffered from little man syndrome. He kept staring at me and gazing into my eyes. I got slightly uncomfortable and decided to introduce myself, "Hi, I'm Khloe." I tried to sound as sweet as possible even though it was fully out of my character. I a least for once wanted to make a good impression on someone. After all, I knew that I had already ruined my first one with James after I pulled a gun out on him. Lars took my hand in his and shook it, right after he brought my hand up to his lips and placed a small peck on the back of my hand. I blankly stared with no emotion plastered on my face, however, I saw James give him a stern look and furrow his brows. "I'm Lars. Lars Ulrich." He said so arrogantly it made me want to throw up. I hated guys like that. He probably guessed that he can act as passionately as he wanted and that I'd give it up to him. I'm not like those girls on tour. I nodded and he let go of my hand and it lightly went back into place. Lars smirked and turned back to face James. "So James who's your friend?" He said putting more emphasis on the word 'friend'. He looked back over to me and raised his brows and have a predatory wink. James sighed deeply and rolled his eyes, "Fuck off Lars. She doesn't want to fuck you, ok?" Lars looked offended and his eyes shot back to my face,"Lars this is Khloe. She's my uhhh...." James stared at me hesitantly trying to figure out what to say. I raised my brows and do did Lars. "She's my cousin." He said proudly and finished it off with a cheesy smile and nodded towards me. I gave him a inquisitive look and nodded, unsurely. "Yeah. I'm his cousin." Lars smirked and looked back and forth between James and I. "To be cousins, you two sure don't look a like." He said. "Well she's my-- why the fuck does it matter?!" James flipped. Lars held his hands out in defense and shrugged. "Nothing. Nothing." Lars said. "Hey Lars, what the fuck man? I thought we were supposed to be playing Harvester of So--" Kirk instantly stopped talking when he noticed James and I. "Sorrow... James man! It's great to see you." He gave James a bear hug and when they pulled away, Kirk stepped back to size me up. "Hey." He smiled and continued to enjoy the view. I secretly rolled my eyes and attempted to completely ignore him. "Hi." I said shyly. Then Jason appeared and stopped behind Kirk. It was so weird to me. All of James' friends stated at me like I was a slab of steak. Mouths gapped open, eyes bulged, other things bulged (if you catch my drift). It was insane. I wished I could just crawl under a rock and hide. "I'm Khloe." I said and smiled sweetly. Jason nodded and reached to shake my hand to which I returned the favor. "She's James' cousin." Lars said sarcastically. I knew he wasn't buying it one bit. He knew James best and I was so sure he knew when James was lying. Jason and Kirk smirked, they knew it was pure bullshit too. "It's was nice meeting you Miss. Khloe." Kirk said playfully and Jason laughed. All a while, James stated at his friends with a smug face that said a thousand words. "Well lets go jam. That's what I came here for, right?" James said. The others nodded and they all went to Lars' studio inside his basement. I followed James and stayed behind him like a dog following its owner. James stopped in the door way and turned around to face me, "Don't worry I know they can be very fucking annoying at times." He said. I nodded. James and I walked into Lars' personal studio and I looked like any other studio I've seen on television. It was large roomy, with control techs and all the other necessary shit. I kept looking around when I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. They were engrossed in a conversation about their next tour when I interrupted them to ask Lars where his bathroom was. "Lars where's your bathroom? I really have to potty." I said. He laughed along with everyone else. I guess because I said potty and not pee. Lars snorted and said, "Down the hallway to the right." I nodded and left. "If you need any help, I'm available!" Lars shouted and James smacked his arm afterwards. "What?! She's hot!" Lars said. James' POV When Khloe left, the guys instantly zoomed in on me and gave me crazy looks. They wanted to know the truth. They knew something was up, and I couldn't blame them. Lars smirked and looked at me serious, "How many times have you guys fucked?" He sat back in his chair and waited to hear what I had to say. "Come on man. We haven't fucked. I told you she's my cousin." I still had to lie about something. Lars smirked and rolled his eyes. "You're such a focking lier, Hetfield! I may be dumb sometimes but I'm not stupid enough to know that she's not your cousin." He narrowed his eyes at me and said, "Wait, she's the reason why you came home late isn't she?" I hated to admit the truth. They'll never let me live that down. But the whole 'fucking her' situation was the truth. "I never once fucked her. I just let her stay the night. She didn't have a place to stay. End if story!" Jason smirked, "But you can't deny that you didn't think about hitting that. James shed fucking hot and you know it." I shook my head. Yeah she was hit but-- I-- I'll admit, I did like her. She's different and I like that. I was feeling her a lot, but if she showed that she was interested just maybe I'd take full advantage of the opportunity; It was ultimately her decision. "Look, I like her I think she's attractive and what not, but--" I sighed. Was this shit really fucking necessary? "What's holding you back?" Kirk asked. "Dude she pulled a fucking gun out on me!" I instantly stopped right in my tracks. I shouldn't have said that. I mentally tried to prepare myself for the wave of questions I was about to get bombarded with. "She did what?!" Lars yelled. His eyes were wide as saucers and so were Kirk's and Jason's. We were all quiet and didn't say a word. "What the fuck?!" Jason whispered in a hushed tone. "I was trying to talk to her and she pulled it out and almost shot me in the--" I stopped talking because like clockwork, Khloe opened the door of the studio and walked in and stood right next to me. Everyone's gazes were strayed and they didn't mast a thing. Lars' eyes strayed and Kirk shot up, "I need to go take a smoke. I'll be back." Kirk walked out the studio. Leaving me and the others in an awkward silence. "So how about them raiders?" I asked. Lars snorted and Jason did too. Khloe-- well she just sat there. Meanwhile with Kirk... Later Kirk came back inside from smoking, he walked back inside Lars' house. When he passed by the living room he noticed that the news was on and he heard a familiar name. "Actually Brad, there's another one that were on the search for her name is Khloe Kingsley and shes around 21 years of age. She was banned from 5 different states. The last time she was seen was in May of 1991 in Reno, Nevada at one of their local rehab facilities or also known as an insane asylum. She was in captivity for being deemed mentally unstable with schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. She's also responsible for the murder of three members of the Witherspoon family. She's been trailed for triple murder and assault to four police guards. She was kept in captivity for a year in a half before she escaped. No one knows how she was able to get out, but we will remain on the look out for her. According to the facility that held her in captivity, shes is a highly dangerous human being and must be caught." Kirk leaned closer to the television to get a good look at the screen. Almost a few seconds later Khloe's mugshot appeared on the television screen and Kirk placed his hand over his mouth. It was the same Khloe that James arrived with only her hair was blonde and brown, like it had been only a few moments ago. He was in complete disbelief. He couldn't believe his eyes. "If anyone has any insight to where she may be please call us at 555-473-1200." Kirk was in awe, "Holy shit!" Kirk ran back into the studio and when he opened the door, he saw that they were all laughing and enjoying themselves. Khloe stopped laughing and looked over to Kirk and gave him a concerned look, "Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." Kirk's face went pale and he looked over to James with an inquisitive look. TBC |
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| Scorpion Flower | Feb 5 2012, 04:15 AM Post #12 |
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OMG! She's a murderer!! I suspected, from the tiny bits of the hearng voices, but didn't want to believe that was true. I didn't know she was on the run, but thought she had mental problems as well, that or a big trauma. Good work. I love this. 
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| Voxx | Feb 6 2012, 08:35 AM Post #13 |
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I'm sorry I haven't been able to comment until now. I've been very busy with school but I'm all caught up now!! I'm definitely intrigued by the whole situation! I wonder if Kirk will spill about her. Something tells me that he will because he will probably be worried about James. And, since they all think that she is attractive, I wonder if more than one of them will try to be with her...once they get past the whole murderer thing! I really enjoy the way you write. I love how you describe everything! It makes it much more realistic! Very good! I'm following! Even if I don't comment every time, I'm still reading!! |
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| HannahBanana | Feb 6 2012, 08:31 PM Post #14 |
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Thank you! I wanted to drop little hints in the beginning but didn't want to give too much away. |
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| HannahBanana | Feb 6 2012, 08:37 PM Post #15 |
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Thank you! The first thing Kirk is going to do is tell James about Khloe. James may not want to believe everything because the way he sees Khloe is completely different.
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