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Where ever I may roam; James Fic/ Mystery/ Suspense
Topic Started: Jan 22 2012, 05:01 PM (739 Views)
HannahBanana	Feb 6 2012, 08:58 PM Post #16
Bad Seed Posts: 112 Group: Members Member #7,808 Joined: January 22, 2012	Update!!!!!! I'm so inspired at the moment! ************ "James can I talk to you outside, alone?" Kirk appeared in the door way waiting for James to come and talk. After what he saw he wanted to make sure that no one else would be able to hear them talking about Khloe. James furrowed his brows in confusion, "Yeah sure." he stood up and towered over Khloe who was seated she exchanged looks with Kirk who at this point didn't have the guts to look her in the eyes. Once outside, James confronted Kirk, "What's wrong man, are you ok?" James asked concerned he noticed that Kirk was pale and looked completely disoriented when he walked back into the studio. "Yeah I was until I found out that your little girlfriend there is a fuckin' fraud!" Kirk said. He looked extremely uneasy and uncomfortable. He tried not to talk loud enough for the others to hear. "What are you talking about?" James hissed. "When I was on my way back in here I saw a fuckin' news report about America's Most Wanted and she was on their list." Kirk looked around and lowered his voice a notched and continued, "I'm telling you James, they had her age, mugshot, and everything! She's a fuckin' psychopath! She's schizophrenic!" He finished in a hushed tone. James rolled his eyes, "Come on man, what's so bad about that? It's not like she killed five guys and escaped prison." He joked. James chuckled a little until he saw the look on Kirk's face that said 'Think again'. His mouth instantly went dry. Kirk can't be serious. "What the fuck?! Are you serious!" James whispered harshly. "Hell yeah!" Kirk nodded. He wanted James to know that he wasn't making everything up. It was true he had seen it with his very own eyes. James' eyes went wide. He started to pace around desperately, "Shit! Fuck!" He yelled through gritted teeth. "What the hell am I going to do?" James was at a state of desperation. If this was actually true, how was she able to mask her true self? Kirk shrugged and pursed his lips out, "You can call their number to turn her in, but I have a feeling that's not gonna work out." He offered. James shook his head and held it down in an act of desperation. He couldn't do that. He can't turn her in like that, "I can't believe this shit..." He said. "Did you notice that anything was wrong about her before?" Kirk asked. James looked up at Kirk and said, "No! And that's the point, but then again when she pulled the gun out on me I just thought maybe she was like every other girls with the tasers and shit. Y'know trying to make sure their not being kidnapped or whatever. Other than that she's been nice and caring lately." James shook his head for the fourth time that moment, "Shit man, I would've never guessed that." Khloe was surely a master of disguise. Never once did she come across as a psychopath. To James she was an innocent young girl who needed to be guided in the right direction. "Well--" Kirk started until James interrupted him. "What if that was her then. What if she's changed? We all change don't we?" James tried to look on the brighter side of things and hope for the best. If this was true how does he not know if she was willing to change. Her first step of self improvement had to be when she had gotten a makeover. Kirk sighed. He wanted so bad for James to see it how he saw it, "James not when she's a murderer. She killed three people in a family and escaped an insane asylum. That's fucking ridiculous. What I'd she tries and kills you next? Huh?" "I don't think she'll do that. She likes me a lot." "How are you so sure?" "Because when I'm with her, she's nice and she's very thankful of me for helping her out. She's happy, I make her laugh, it's like she enjoys my company and I enjoy hers too. Look it doesn't matter, I'm not turning her in. She's staying with me." "James you're kidding right?" "Nope. I keeping Khloe." "But what if they find out that she's staying with you and she goes back to the crazy house and you get sentenced to jail for housing a criminal on the run?" "Well we don't have to worry about that because nobody's gonna say anything, right?" "James... I don't know man." "Kirk its ok." James placed his hands on kirk's shoulders and said, "People change." "Yeah, that's the thing." Kirk rolled his eyes. "Look if you love her and care about her that much, then so be it." Kirk then pointed, "But if anything happens you can't say that I didn't warn you." James nodded, "Yeah, ok." After they finished their talk, James and Kirk walked back into the studio solemnly. Lars and Jason stared at Kirk and James suspiciously. Khloe felt slightly uncomfortable, she had no idea what was going on. 'You idiot! They were talking about you! They know the truth!' A demonic voice hissed. Khloe squeezed her eyes shut. She didn't want to believe it, and so it shall be and it was; she paid no mind to the voices. Most of the time they were just a bunch of lies. "It's ok they don't know the truth and they don't have to. What they don't know won't hurt them." She thought. Trying desperately to reassure herself. For three hours Khloe watched as James and the other guys played a round of songs from Black Sabbath to Aerosmith. Khloe's POV I sat and watched them play. Whatever song they were playing had one of the best rifts I've ever heard. I came to the conclusion that it was most likely a song of their own because James sang it with such passion. I think it was called 'Wherever I May Roam'? I don't know, but I liked it. I liked it because it explained my state of mind at the moment to the fullest. "Nomad, Vagabond, Call me what you will!" James sang and somehow I managed to know the words and at the same time that James sung, I mouthed the lyrics along with him. I softly bobbed my head along with the rhythm of the beat which also surprised me because honestly I could not stand heavy metal music with a burning passion. I was bored that I decided to kick back and relax. I kicked off my boots off and laid back on Lars' little comfy couch he had inside his studio. While they kept playing, I noticed that James kept exchanging looks with me. His blue gaze was on mines the entire time, never straying one bit. I felt uncomfortable and uneasy. Something about him made me feel a little paranoid. The though of him knowing my secret coasted in my head for a brief second. "Did he know? I hope not!" I thought. My god of he had ever found out by the slightest amount, he'd probably kick me out of his house and turn me in to the cops. And lord knows what I'd do. I'd probably-- No! Never mind. "Khloe, you're not like that any longer. Let it go!" My head was a whirlwind of mess. I can't think straight for shit. If any of them knew, I'd be driven to do the only thing I could think of, I'd escape and run away. I'd be forced to abandon this life and start another. Too much planing and scheming. I'd have no time. Forget it. I rolled my eyes and huffed. Inside my mind was like my life, a tangled spiderweb inside a deep dark, ominous forest. I hadn't been able to move on with my life because of my unsettling past. The voices, the guards, the pain, those gruesome and horrific images if people being slaughtered before my own innocent eyes. It was too much for me. I could hear my psychiatrist talking now, "You're so young to be so cynical." "It's not me! I didn't do anything! They're making me this way!" I could hear my thirteen year old self cry. I squeezed my eyes shut again. I never wanted to relive that moment ever again. No matter how much I try or even attempt to change, it'll never be enough, the voices they will not stop until I destroy myself. One day, I'll eventually be my own demise. "Hey Khloe! We're leaving!" James yelled and captured me out of my thoughts. I sighed deeply. This wasn't going to be easy. This guy has absolutely no idea what he's getting himself into. James' POV Me and the guys kept playing. I wanted to be in the zone, completely separated from reality. My only getaway was trough music. After what I heard Kirk tell me I wanted to just forget everything. The beer that Lara had given me in between breaks was downed in less than a second. I wanted to be numb and not feel anything, to not believing shit about Khloe being a fraud. She's too nice to be like that-- that probably wasn't her who have done that. Maybe it's someone else, but not Khloe. Hell I'm sure her last name isn't Kingsley either, she doesn't look Irish to me; then again I don't know what she is. The entire time we were jamming, I kept a keen eye on little miss murder face. I could've sworn I seen her singing along with me. It brought a small smile upon my face, at least she liked something. After staring for a while, I noticed her talking to herself. She squeezed her eyes shut, cringed her face, and banged her head. I shook my head, it was like she was at war with herself. Man, she needs to be saved and I think I was destined to be her superman. Don't give a fuck what Kirk saw, she needs me, I need her. Something about her made me feel so much passion. "Hey Khloe! We're leaving!" I shouted. It was getting late, I figured it was time for us to head back home and plus I didn't want Kirk dropping any hints. "Look guys, I think I'm gonna head back home." I said. Lars smirked and gave me the bullshit look. "You're kidding? It's only focking six thirty!" He shouted. Then a creepy smile crept across his face and said, "Wait! You're just in a rush to go home and fuck her aren't you?" "What the fuck? No!"I yelled. "Sure whatever." I looked around and nodded, "Yeah, I'm fully aware of that. I think I need to head back home, Khloe looks tired." I said acknowledging what he had previously said before. I took a glance at Khloe, who was half conscious. "Well we barely did anything but jam." Jason said. I rolled my eyes. "And thats what I fucking came over here for!" I pointed, "Well what the fuck do you think we should do then? Newkid?" "I think we should go out--" Lars instantly held his hand out and interrupted Jason. "I'm not in the focking mood." Jason folded his arms across his chest and gave Lars a stern look. "Let's just drink and watch a movie..." Kirk offered. We all exchanged looks and shrugged. "Nah, I'm gonna have to sit this one out for a bit." I said. "James, do we have to leave?" Khloe approached me and placed her arms around my waist and stared into my eyes with her baby blues, with a pleading face. "Yeah, do you have to leave?" Lars mimicked Khloe and chuckled. I looked from him back to Khloe. That stare, those eyes, how was she able to do that? Her stare was so intense and convincing. The combo of her hands around my waist and staring into my eyes made me melt inside. This girl has no idea what she's getting herself into. I sighed, "Ok. We can stay." I smiled when she smiled. Her deep dimples showing a sign of grace. "Khloe, Khloe, Khloe, what are you doing to me?" I thought. Little did I know, this was apart if her little tactic to lure me in. TBC



Shayniz21	Feb 7 2012, 03:20 PM Post #17
Overkill Posts: 392 Group: Members Member #7,541 Joined: June 13, 2011	this is really good, very suspensful!! more please



Voxx	Feb 7 2012, 05:35 PM Post #18
Poor Twisted Me Posts: 864 Group: Members Member #7,765 Joined: December 12, 2011	James is a braver man (well woman in my case ) than me! I hope he knows what he is doing by continuing to associate with a known murderer. I hope he doesn't get into any trouble!



HannahBanana	Feb 10 2012, 07:16 PM Post #19
Bad Seed Posts: 112 Group: Members Member #7,808 Joined: January 22, 2012	I appreciate that you guys like it. It makes me more motivated and easier for me to write more. Enjoy this brief Update! More tomorrow!!! _________________________ Part 2: Two can play that Game When we got home I looked over and saw Khloe passed out on the passenger side. She was exhausted, probably from our shopping spree earlier. While we were at Lars' I had to watch and cope with Lars hitting on Khloe for the hundredth time. Kirk kept staring at Khloe and looking back at me making the whole situation worse as I predicted. For some reason I had a feeling that when Khloe and I had left, Kirk spilled the news to Lars and Jason. God knows how they'd react. "Khloe get up. We're home." I shook her almost lifeless body and tried to get her to wake up since we had finally made our way home from Lars'. She stirred a bit and opened her eyes to reveal yet again, those same two big blue orbs staring right back at me. "Whaaa?" She asked yawning and stretching. "We're home." I said. "Oh ok. My clothes are in the car, right?" She asked. I nodded, "Yeah." "Shit." She mumbled. She got out the car and followed me to the back of the truck to get her bags out. "Here, take these and I'll get those." I said lifting three bags from out the trunk. She reached in over me and grabbed the other two. I felt slightly uneasy being that close to her. Even if she touched me before, several times to be exact, I was still a little shaken up from hearing about her deepest darkest secret. I viewed her as being a totally different person than what I had before. She looked innocent enough, but her whole persona was a different story. She was an angel in disguise, literally. I slammed the trunk and closed it and followed Khloe towards the house. She watched as I unlocked the door. I could feel her eyes burning a hole in my back while she waited. I pushed the door open and let her in first and I followed after. "Home sweet home." I said as I set the keys on the counter and kicked the door shut. I looked over at the clock in my kitchen and I read 7:25 p.m. It was earlier than I thought. "You hungry?" I asked, "There not much to eat but I could order pizza, Chinese, Mexican?" "Nah, I'm just gonna go for a shower." She said and headed upstairs towards the bathroom with her bags in tact. "Oook." I mumbled as I watched her disappear upstairs. I tried to erase the happenings of earlier today out of my head. No body in their right mind should have to deal with this dilemma. To get my mind off things I flicked on the TV and decided to clean up a bit while Ms. Murder-Face was in the shower. After I tidied up the living room, I took her bags up to her room to find her clad in only a bath towel fresh out the shower. I diverted my eyes and looked away. "Shit! You scared the hell outta me!" She placed her handover her heart and took a deep breath. "Yeah sorry about that, I should've knocked. Any-who, Here's you're stuff." I held her bags out for her to grab and she motioned for me to it them on the bed, so I did as she wanted. "I thought you were in the shower." I said. "Yeah, I forgot my clothes." She said bending down to pick up a shirt that fell. I couldn't help but stare at her again. "Well, that's it. I'm going back under the water." She brushed past me and waltzed back into the bathroom. "Get it together James." I said silently to myself and walked out of the room and back downstairs to the living room. I crashed onto the couch, laid back, and tried to relax but my conscience wouldn't let me. I snatched the remote and began to flip through the channels to find something good to watch. I found it ironic that majority of the stuff that was on TV was about murder. Without being able to conseal my emotions any longer I sprang up and began to pace around my living room in destress. "Shit! What the fuck am I supposed to do?!" I groaned. I began to scratch me head and face palm myself over and over again. "Ok, I could practice telling her that I know about her secret." I said. I continued to pace around and practice what I was and wasn't going to say, "Khloe, I think you're great and all but earlier I found out that you're a criminal, and-- I- you're--" Shit! That wouldn't work for damn sure. At that moment I felt what doctors felt when they had to tell someone that their mom or dad died. It wasn't easy. I had to figure out the right ting to say, especially to her. "Khloe, I know your secret." I shook my head in frustration, there's absolutely no way in hell that I'll be able to confess to her that I know a little about her past. "No no no... Fuck! That's not right!" I took another deep breath and tried to practice again, "Khloe, it's ok. I know that you're-- I know you've murdered three people and I'm--" I stopped as soon as I heard footsteps approaching me, making their way down stairs. My heart rate instantly increased. Fuck! I knew it was no one other than Khloe. I turned around slowly and when I saw her staring at me, my blood froze. She had changed into a black tank top and some grey sweat pants. "You're what?" She said calmly. No trace of hesitation or fear present in her movements or voice at all. I couldn't gather the balls to finish what I was going to say. Shit if she heard that much, she knows where I'm headed. Thoughts if her killing me at this instant flashed through my mind. I was scared as fuck. If she wanted to kill me right now, who's stopping her? I looked back at her and she was still leaning on the staircase with the same expressionless face present. "James, what were you going to say?" She crossed her arms over her chest, eyebrows raised in question. I shook my head, "Nothing." She sighed deeply and rolled her eyes, "You found out didn't you?" She asked. I questioned if I should tell her the truth, though I was seconds away from making a break to the telephone to call the cops, I decided to tell the actual truth. Hell, she'd find out eventually. So I nodded my head, not saying a word. "Look, I know that you know what's going on. I'm ok with that. I also knew that something was up because fucking Hammett kept giving me strange looks and so have you." She raised her voice at the last instance. "What the fuck?! Were you not gonna fuckin' tell me about that shit?!" I yelled back. "I was! When I decided that the time was right! I didn't want to spring the shit up on you to begin with! James if you haven't fucking noticed, we only met yesterday!" She argued back raising her voice a notch. I shook my head, "Still you could've fucking said something at least!" "Oh, so you expect me to say Hi my name is Khloe and I'm a murderer and I'm also mentally unstable!" She said sarcastically while throwing her arms out. "No! But what the fuck? You should've told me!" "How many times do you have to say that shit?! Newsflash James! That's not something that you tell someone when you first meet them!" She huffed and pointed her index finger out at me, "And don't eeeven go there! You kept trying to talk to me! I didn't ask you all these damn questions and I sure as hell didn't ask to come and stay with you. Before you try to put the blame on me honey, I didn't fucking approach you first!" "So what if anyone else finds out?" I yelled. "Nothing." She shrugged and glanced around while shaking her head, "Nothing's gonna happen 'cause they're not gonna find out." She slowly approached me face to face and said, "You're not going to say shit about it." I got closer to her face and did the same, "And what if I do?" I asked trying to deify her. "I'll make you my next victim. I'll end Metallica. You'll be with your mother and Cliff." She spoke coldly playing a game I didn't want to intervene with. Her comment about Cliff and my mom pissed me off, how in the hell did she know that they died? How could she say some tacky shit like that? Khloe cocked her head to the side and raised her brows, testifying my sanity. She knew she instantly pushed one button of mines. "Go ahead." I looked around, "No one's stopping you." I said playing her game. "The ball is in your court now." I pointed. She lightly smirked and shook her head, "I like to save the best for last." She looked down and back up into my eyes and bit her lip, "And besides," She shrugged, "I wanna enjoy this while it lasts." I sized her up, she couldn't be serious. I never met such a cold hearted person in my life. She had to be putting on a front or something, I know damn well this isn't the real Khloe. She was letting her demons take over. At this point Khloe and I were both face to h face. I could faintly feel her breath on my lips and her breathing started to hitch slowly. We were inches away from kissing, I was an inch away from ripping her clothes off. Even though she was pissing me off, I couldn't refrain the thought of making her surrender to me. I liked that in her, the fire that blazed uncontrollably within her. Her wild demeanor, how she was able to be so aggressive and assertive, I found that highly desirable. She tilted her head a little to the left and narrowed her eyes at me while huffing in frustration,"Huh." We gazed into each others eyes like wolves, lustfully, hungrily sizing up their prey. It was almost an eternity of us two trying to show the other up. I wasn't going to let some 'bad ass' chick emasculate me in my own fucking domain. Even if she was a stone cold blooded murderer, Heh-- she could kiss my ass if she thought or even thinks that she's more hardcore than me, the Mighty Het. Khloe's lips were plushed and parted slightly. I grew hot with desire. Don't crack Hetfield. Khloe leaned even closer and broke down one barrier. She placed one of her hands on my chest and began to stroke it slowly. The bulge that started to develop in my jeans grew tighter. She spoke sweetly and said, "James, Jamie... You wouldn't turn me in, would you?" She asked innocently and batted her camel lashes at me, giving me the puppy eyes. Either she was very convincing or she was an expert at getting her way I thought. "I don't know. You tell me." I asked unleashing my husky voice that girls always fall for. She came even closer to me and said in my ear, "Well if I were you and I let someone that I know is a murderer stay in my house, I'd be sure to watch my back twenty-four seven." She said. "I'm willing to take that chance. You don't scare me just because you killed three people." I was surprised myself of what I said. "I'm not letting you out of my sight, even if my life depends on it." I ducked my head down so my face was leveled with hers and repeated, "I'm the big bad wolf in this case." I whispered and stepped back into place. She slowly rolled her eyes, turned her head to the side, and smirked solemnly while backing away. "Do what you think is best. It's your call Hetfield. Remember, the ball's in YOUR court!" She said making her way outside. Knowing me, she made sure to walk really foxily and disappeared into the backyard. I bit my lip while shaking my head. "Jesus, what did I get myself into?" I asked myself while rubbing my face with my hands. TBC



Scorpion Flower	Feb 12 2012, 04:51 AM Post #20
?????????? Posts: 3,617 Group: Senior Members Member #3,740 Joined: September 24, 2008	I read this yesterday but didn't jhave time to leave a comment but here I am. I loved the confrontation between James and her and I loved how you described their feelings, the wolf secen and stuff was really awesome. And James being afraid of her (who wouldn't?) and still facing her and trying to step up. and at the same time fighting his urge to kiss her. I would have loved to read the same scene but from her POV, to see if the feeling was mutual or she is really cold about this all as she seemed here, but that is not a bad thing. This makes things exciting and different from everything. Now James wants to do her badly, and I hope he does. At least just once. I remember from the first chapter where he says she ruined his life, so I am kinda expecting that but that doesn't mean he can't have his way with her just once.



Voxx	Feb 12 2012, 09:58 AM Post #21
Poor Twisted Me Posts: 864 Group: Members Member #7,765 Joined: December 12, 2011	Very intriguing. I love how this fic is so different from all the other ones out there. Despite the fact that Khloe is a murderer, I still kind of like her because she isn't afraid to do what she needs to do in order to get her way (i.e. manipulate James into not telling her secret by using her sexuality). It's all very good. I wonder how it will all play out though. Even if James keeps her secret, who's to say that Kirk will? And if Lars knows, well...Lars is a blabbermouth Great Chapter



HannahBanana	Feb 12 2012, 03:37 PM Post #22
Bad Seed Posts: 112 Group: Members Member #7,808 Joined: January 22, 2012	Scorpion Flower Feb 12 2012, 04:51 AM I read this yesterday but didn't jhave time to leave a comment but here I am. I loved the confrontation between James and her and I loved how you described their feelings, the wolf secen and stuff was really awesome. And James being afraid of her (who wouldn't?) and still facing her and trying to step up. and at the same time fighting his urge to kiss her. I would have loved to read the same scene but from her POV, to see if the feeling was mutual or she is really cold about this all as she seemed here, but that is not a bad thing. This makes things exciting and different from everything. Now James wants to do her badly, and I hope he does. At least just once. I remember from the first chapter where he says she ruined his life, so I am kinda expecting that but that doesn't mean he can't have his way with her just once. Thanks Oh yeah, Khloe's more aggressive and she'll have to think long and hard about getting down with James However that doesn't mean that it won't happen soon...



HannahBanana	Feb 13 2012, 09:24 PM Post #23
Bad Seed Posts: 112 Group: Members Member #7,808 Joined: January 22, 2012	Here's an update. I'm kinda not feeling this one but I hope you like it Part 3: Evil Ways Khloe's POV "I have to get the hell out of dodge. He already knows my secret. I don't know how long he's going to be able to cope with this. He doesn't even care if I'm mentally unstable." I was trapped in my thoughts. My whole argument with James was hectic. I wasn't even really bad but he knows now and I'm highly sure that Hammett has something to do with it. Them exchanging looks back at Lars' acquired some sort of suspicion to me. Kirk went from nice and friendly to distant and cold in a matter of minutes. While we were watching movies, he glared at me the entire time. I felt uneasy under his gaze. Jason didn't pay any attention to anything, and Lars-- well we'll talk about that later. How did Kirk know? I have no idea how he found out. There's only one thing I can only do at this point... "Kill Kirk..." Demonic Voices whispered. What? No! If I killed Kirk I'd draw too much unnecessary attention towards me and the guys. Metallica would be extinct and the media would be all over the entire story like flies. I need to think more strategically, creatively. Now if I was really a critical thinker, in which I am, what would I do to make sure my cover is clear and that it will remain unveiled? I could lock them away, threaten them-- nope that wouldn't work. They'll still go behind my back and fuck everything up for me. It's almost like James is the only one I can trust at this point-- and maybe Lars since he's been giving me the sexy eyes all this time. But James, that motherfucker is one bold dude. I'd have to show him up, what could I do to make him obey me? What should I do to have the Mighty Het (Psshhh, yeah right!) wrapped around my little finger? He tends to be easily aroused, Huh... That should work fine. After our little show down that occurred a few moments ago, I was so sure that James probably has more balls than that I've expected. I could tell that with me being so close to him was driving him insane. I wonder how it feels to go after something you can't have, in this case that something was me. He can't have me even if he wanted to, he can't handle me either. He may think he can, but boy is he in a world of trouble. An evil and menacing smile crept across my face, there was only one last option I had available, use my evil ways to get what I want. I stayed outside for a while gazing at the stars. Everything was so beautiful and peaceful, calming just from staring at the night sky. It wasn't late but it sure as hell felt like it was. My life is all but a tangled spider web, I'm going in every possible direction but still haven't sought a way through all the madness. I've been here there and back around. Sometimes I feel as if I'm the complete definition of a nomad. I have no distinct home, no current residence, I'm everywhere with everyone. Ever since I was ten years old I had to make a way for myself. My real father was an Italian mobster who held me as his special trophy, his little girl, his pride and joy. My mom-- well she and I weren't close to begin with. Her family didn't approve of my father's lifestyle. She had to stick to her family's traditional Madagascan morals and customs. I was brought into the world of violence and introduced to macabre and horror at an early age. When I was only four, I fired my first gun. When I was eight, I witnessed my first murder. When I was twelve, I saw my own dad murder his own best friend. And when I was sixteen, my own father was killed before my eyes. It was such bullshit to me! How they could just go and kill him like that! How could they?! How dare they! So when I reached the tender age of eighteen, I tried to avenge my fathers death and killed them all. John wasn't there, but I wanted him to feel like I had when my own father died. I wanted him to watch his loved ones suffer. I wanted him to suffer. The fucking slimy bastard had to die, if I couldn't get him, I got them. I enjoyed every bit of it. I know-- I'm terrible, but we all go a little mad sometimes. Don't we? I don't know how exactly all of this szchoprenic shit came about, but I can recall that I started to hear voices after I murdered the Witherspoon's. My other countless problems were an accusation. If you send a sane person to an insane asylum, they'll leave insane. Yeah I killed three people, yeah I enjoyed it, yeah I escaped prison, but what does it matter? To each their own, and I felt and I will always feel like it was my job to do. I was destined to kill, I was destined to be who I am. James walked outside and saw her siting on the grass staring up at the stars. The moon was out and full. It lit the entire sky along with millions if bright shiny stairs that glistened. It was warm out, but a cool breeze blew through every now and then. He was shirtless, only dressed in a pair of sweat pants and socks. He wanted to talk about their little argument that occurred just moments ago. It wasn't guilt or anything like that, but it was majority about knowing the actual truth about her being. James looked back over to Khloe who was laid out on the grass. She looked peaceful for the first time. She didn't move or speak, she just laid there. "You know, I have to admit, you're one bold ass motherfucker." She faintly whispered. "I didn't think you'd be this headstrong about my situation." "I think you owe me an explanation." He said. James started to walk over to where she was and sat down on the grass right next to her. She didn't stray her eyes off the sky. She kept her eyes in one position. "What do you expect me to say?" She breathed. "You want to know the long or short version?" "The whole truth and nothing but the truth." James said. James' POV "Look I'm really sorry about what I said. I'm just-- I'm so fucking discombobulated at the moment." She sat up and rubbed her face with her palms. "I mean I don't know what came on to me. My life is a fucking mess right now. I can't think clearly, I'm a murderer, I hear these demonic voices in my head all the damn time..." She folded her arms over her head and groaned loudly. "Argghhh! Fuck James!" "You can tell me. I-- I mean if you want to, I'm all ears..." I offered. I knew she was frustrated and hopefully she was gonna come clean about some stuff. This would give me a good chance to find out the truth of what she had actually done. "Uhhhhh Huuuhhhh... Ok..." Khloe groaned, she sounded every bit like a little kid. She acted so over dramatic like she was about to unleash a whole load of demons. "I don't speak caveman." I said. She lifted her head a bit and eyed me viciously, "This is no joking manner dick-wad." I raised my hands in defense, "Go ahead then, I'm listening." "Ok..." Khloe sat up and closed her eyes while taking a deep breath. Her hands were shaking and her leg was bouncing up and down frantically. Her anxiety was taking over a mile a minute. I leaned forward on the counter waiting to hear what she had to say. "About three years ago..." Deep breath, "Three years ago when I was eighteen years old, I lived in foster care. My designated 'Family' were the Witherspoons and they were decent people. They always treated me like I was one of their own, y'know like I was their actual kid. Anyways they didn't know that I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. So while I lived with them it was great, I guess. They had this daughter that bugged the hell out of me and she was a complete bitch. They also had two sons, Bradley and Blaine. Bradley, or Brad as they called him, he was the oldest. At the time he was twenty six years old and he was ok-- well at first chance he was..." She rubbed her eyes and breathed deeply, I knew something was wrong. "So one day when Kathy and Jim were gone along with Sam and Blaine, I was home all by myself and I had just gotten back from the park... I walked inside and went to the living room and I saw Brad sitting on the couch watching TV, so I had 'Hi' and he said 'Hi' in return too, then he got off the couch and walked to where he was right next to me and gave me a hug. It wasn't an ordinary hug though, it was tight and sensual, but I didn't think anything of it at the time. I was about to get some water but I forgot to get some ice and I ran to the fridge to get some and when I walked back to the counter to put the ice in my cup, Brad was standing there with something in his hand and he jumped-- I guess I scared him. I didn't know what he was doing, he just smiled and walked back to the living room. I got my water and headed upstairs to my room, drank some and it tasted kinda funny. In a matter of minutes I feel asleep shortly afterwards." She looked down and back up, but not keeping eye contact with me what-so-ever. She hesitated and took long to continue, "And..." I tried to get her to tell me the rest. "And when I woke up..." Khloe clenched her fist and gritted her teeth. She looked back at me with eyes full of tears, "That motherfucker was raping me while I was unconscious." She sobbed loudly bringing her hands up to her face, "James! He put something in my drink and raped me while I was sleeping... How could he?" She sobbed. "Shit... Khloe..." I reached to give her a hug and I wrapped both of my arms around her frame, trying to comfort her all that I could. She continued to sob even harder getting my shirt wet with her tears. "I couldn't believe what he had done. I tried to scream and hit him but he wouldn't get off me, he kept going until he y'know reached his point. When he was done he tried to cradle me and make everything better but I brushed him off. He grabbed my face with his hand and jerked my chin to were we were face to face and he said that if I told anyone about what had happened he'd..." "Come on babe, spit it out. He'd what?" "He said he'd kill me." "What did you do after that?" "I tried to tell the others but they wouldn't listen to me and act like I was lying. It gotten so bad to the point where they were becoming agitated with me and singled me out. One day I got fed up and I heard something whispering stuff in my head. That's when I encountered the voices and they kept telling me to kill them. And so one night I came home with two cans of gasoline and splashed it all over the house and lit the house on fire. While they were all asleep I packed my stuff and walked out. They all perished in the fire..." Khloe sobbed terribly and clutched onto me with all her might. I wanted to believe everything she was saying however, my conscience wouldn't let me. Something was up with her story, something was up with her. "Thats really fucked up. God, I didn't think something like that had happened to you..." I didn't know how exactly to respond to her 'story'. "It's S'fine..." She cleaned her years and turned he head the other way. "So did you exactly mean everything you said when we were in there?" I asked. "Everything else," She sighed, "Well that was the truth." I snorted with sarcasm, I figured. "Well--" She cut me off before I could say anything, "James I'm done. I really want to forget my past and move on with my life. I don't want to be remembered as a murderer." "What are you gonna do about that?" I asked. She sounded sincere and honest. I just wanted to know how was she going to be able to move on when she has a warrant out for her arrest. Last time I checked, she had a giant milestone to overcome before she would able to move on. "Beg for forgiveness..." She said. "Maintain my sanity... If that's a factor..." "You honestly don't think you'll be able to?" The perfect thing that described her was a werewolf. Those eyes of hers glowed in the night. They were electric blue and very angelic. "Oh please honey." She rolled her eyes, "Even if I did, it wouldn't concern the likes of you." "You so don't think you're that intimidating, do you?" I asked. "I am. In fact you're scared shitless of me right now." She smirked. "That's funny. We're both too stubborn for our own good." I laughed. Finally a girl version of me, just more ballsier. Khloe stood up and brushed her pants off. "This too, we shall pass." She mumbled. "What the hell does that even mean?" I asked curiously. She was on her way inside the house when she stopped, turned around and said, "You'll see." With that she smiled and winked at me and continued about her merry way. "You have got to be the weirdest chick I've ever met in my entire life." I whispered hardly audible. It was true, she was strange but so intriguing. Her mysteriousness captivated me like it had the same night I met her. Durning the day she was nice and friendly, but at night, she was a total different human being. It was like the night changed her. That same night I ended up having terrible fucked up nightmares. They all felt so real like I was actually there in person. People were getting slain before my eyes there was blood everywhere, corpses, and Khloe-- she was plastered in blood holding a knife over my bare chest threatening me and crying. "James... Jamessss..." I heard a soft angelic voice calling my name. I was tossing and turning in bed trying to wake up. When my eyes fluttered open I saw two big blue eyes directly in my face smiling brightly. I realized that it was now morning and that she apparently had gotten up before me. "Get up!" I took the time to scan her face. It was different, it looked more youthful looking than it had before. It was weird. I felt something wet and I instantly looked down, Khloe was soaking wet from water clad in only her underwear and a white t-shirt that became translucent from the wetness. "Ohhh man..." I thought silently in my head. She was drenched in water and to make matters worse, she was sitting on top of me. Her chocolate brown hair was stick to her body. Her groin was very much in contact with my morning wood. I couldn't help myself, she had to get off me as soon as possible. "Hello? James are you ok?" She furrowed her brows and asked. She knew damn well that I wasn't ok. She knew that I was completely conflicted right now. "Am I ok?" I narrowed my eyes at her and she immediately switched to sex kitten mode. "Are you? Or am I making this hard for you?" She raised her bows, "Y'know having a soaking wet chick hovering above you with close to nothing on at all?" She said and began to touch her hands to my stomach. I started to develop butterflies and my mind became blurred with passion. I don't know what came over me, but my voice came out gruff and my body betrayed me. Khloe was too good to be true. She had me at the point of no return. I stared at her right dead in the eyes and said, "I know you want me, baby. Khloe you want me so bad, but you're just too afraid to admit it." My hands traveled up and down her flat stomach. All the way from her waist to her breasts. Her nipples were practically playing peek-a-boo with me because her shirt was very translucent. I lightly circled my thumbs over her already hardened nipples. Her face was expressionless, her lips were puffed and swollen. She blankly looked at me while I on the inside was enjoying every moment of what was happening. Khloe's POV "Yeah, you couldn't be so right. James I want you oh so bad." I was being extremely sarcastic. The last thing that was on my mind was the idea of fucking James. Instead of fucking him, I wanted to fuck him up. Him feeling me up felt wrong. "You're enjoying it... Don't fucking lie..." The voices said. No I don't. I don't like this. "Your saying one thing but thinking another..." They whispered. No I'm not! "Really? So how's that gonna go?" He asked. James knocked me out if my inside argument. I looked back down at him, gazing at him. Trying not to show any signs of pleasure. How could I ignore his tanned broad shoulders and flat muscular toned stomach? Its not a matter of how, it's why. Why do I not find it hard to resist him? "Well, since you want me so bad you tell me." I defied him. If he wanted to play, we could play. I'm sure I'd win though. Men weren't the best at hiding their arousal. "I'm gonna do unimaginable things to you." He growled nuzzling his face in my neck. His breath was hot and warmed my neck. I sat there with a blank look on my face, no emotion. He wasn't turning me on, he wasn't making me feel aroused. He made me feel vulnerable and dirty. If I let James have his way with me, it'll make my level of dominance decrease drastically. I know I didn't want that happening. I remembered what I told myself earlier and decided to test him to see how far I was able to push him, "Yeah? Like what? What are you going to do to me, James?" I raised my brow and asked. I wanted to play his game and go along with it. It was always fun to me, playing with guys' emotions. I knew he wouldn't last long from our little war of dirty talk. James grabbed me and somehow I ended up laying on my back on the bed. He crouched down and hovered over me and said, "First, I'm gonna strip your clothes off and kiss you until we can't breathe." He lightly kissed my neck. "Second, I'm gonna play with your pussy because I know you're gonna be so wet from watching me jerk off." He moved his hand lower to where it was inside my panties and he began to stroke my clit softly. I moaned softly and lightly bit my tongue, I absolutely didn't want to enjoy this. I immediately grabbed his hand and shook it off. "Then, I'm gonna eat your pussy until you come." He moved down my body and lightly bit my crotch. His other hand moved to my breast and he lightly pinched my nipple. "Next, I'm gonna shove my dick inside your pretty little mouth and you're gonna make me come." He was now face to face with me once again. His hand was now touching my lips. "After that, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to sit for a week." James pressed his groin to my crotch and lightly dry humped me. "And finally, I'm gonna leave you begging for more." He finished off with a sexy low growl. His hands were firmly placed on my waist and he kept moving them down lower to my hips. His touch was soft and sensual. I was growing hot, him-- I guessed he was already into the moment and enjoying it more than I being that his hard-on was firmly placed to my behind. "Ah-ha, you're kidding..." I laughed breathless. It was funny to me, but it was also arousing to be honest. I never knew James could be so demanding and forceful. I stared at James in the eyes and shook my head, "James I don't want you. " I said coldly. "And plus even if I did, I wouldn't tell you some shit like that. You may were able to get whatever your heart desired before, but this time it isn't gonna work." I lifted my self up onto my elbows and pushed him off of me with one swift movement. I stood up and turned back around to face him yet again. "If you really want to please me, you wouldn't do stupid mindless shit like that." I hissed. "Like what? I'm just giving you what you want." He said defensively. I held out my hand out, "Don't go there." I growled. I stormed out of James' room and slammed his door shut behind me. "Horny ass motherfucking bastard thinks that he can fucking do what ever he wants... Huh! Fuck you James..." I mumbled. James laid on his bed staring at the door incredulously, "She sets me on fire and gets pissed and leaves me with a hard-on." He groaned and adjusted his engorged crotch. "Fuckin' Bitch!" James' POV Later Lars had called and offered to invite Khloe and I to go out to a bar. I think the only reason he asked was because he wanted to see more of Khloe. Abiding by the Dane's wishes, I decided to ask her if she wanted to go out. I wan't sure if she'd agree to it because after our little encounter earlier, but I was willing to give it a shot. After hanging up with Lars, I walked back into my room to get dressed. I picked a pair of jeans, cowboy boots, and a red flannel shirt. I sprayed on some cologne just in case Khloe needed some convincing. "Hey Khloe! Lars wants to go out! You coming?" I yelled. She didn't respond. I waited a bit and jogged upstairs and she was sitting in her room pacing back and forth. I lightly pushed open the door and invited myself inside. "You want to go out with me and the guys?" I asked. She stopped walking and turned around to face me. She looked both ways and nodded, "Yeah I guess, its not like I have anything else to do." She said sarcastically. "I'll be down in ten..." "Ok..." I said and walked back down stairs. Ten minutes later she was dressed and ready. She looked nice actually, wearing her leather biker jacket we bought, black jeans, converse, and a solid black t-shirt with her same silver jewelry she wore the first time we met. I started to think that-- that was some sort of significance to her since I rarely seen her without them. "I'm ready..." She said bluntly. I walked over to her and gazed into her eyes. She furrowed her brows and said, "Well, aren't we gonna leave?" She asked. I nodded and said, "That was just a little test." Khloe rolled her eyes and followed me outside to the car. I locked the door to my house and hopped into the truck with Khloe following right after. We strapped ourselves in and we were soon on our way. We met Lars, Kirk, and Jason out in the front and we all walked in together. "Hey Lars." Khloe said. "Hey Khloe. How are you?" Lars asked eyeing her like she was a slab of meat. It made my stomach churn in disgust. "I'm fantastic, thanks for asking." She smiled sweetly at Lars and walked over to give him a hug right in front of me. At the same time he hugged her tightly. Their bodies were so close it made me want to punch a fucking wall. She knew how I felt about that and she kept torturing me. When they pulled back Lars was gazing into Khloe's beautiful blue eyes, and a mischievous grin crept across his face. When we sat at the table Lars made sure he grabbed the seat nearest to Khloe and he tried talking to her the entire time. When the waitress came to take out drink orders, everyone ordered alcohol instead of Khloe. I grew suspicious. A few drinks later we started joking around, as in we I mean Kirk, Lars, Jason, and I. Khloe sat there and observed us like a mad scientist. Khloe's POV Lars and James started arguing over something stupid about skydiving and James being afraid of heights, told him that he'd never do it to which Lars replied, "James you're such a pussy, man." Lars laughed. He wasn't as bad as I though he'd be, just a little too feisty and plus he talked wayyy to much. His mouth would move a mile a minute at high speeds, it was hard just to try and keep up with him. The guy could literally start an argument in a empty room. "Well, you are what you eat." I added. Everyone started to hoot with laughter after what I said. I'd have to admit it, that was seriously funny. I looked at James from the corner of my eye and he didn't look the slightest ounce of happy, which made me smile even more. I knew I was starting to bug him and it was pissing him off. Now I got him right where I want him. "Fine, I bet you can't drink a whole bottle of Jack and not get the slightest ounce of drunk, or do you want to make it Jagermeister?" Kirk offered. James snorted and looked over to Jason who interjected, "Man you know that Jager is fucking hard core, who wouldn't get wasted from it?" Jason said stating the obvious. "I could..." I mumbled taking a sip of water. I decided not to drink. I wasn't in the mood and plus me plus getting wasted equals disaster without a cause. I didn't need any unwanted and unnecessary attention drawn towards me what so ever. So I just sat back relaxed and watch the four stooges drink the night away, they'll need a designated driver anyway. "You're not even drinking..." Jason said. I rolled my eyes and said, "That doesn't mean shit." "Yeah, but if I can recall that's not vodka in your cup, it's water." James said bluntly and smirked. The guys laughed at his 'joke' and he smiled in victory. I looked over to James and said, "Oh come on! I can drink you under the table!" James strayed his eyes from me, "Geez Khloe, calm down. We're not talking about sperm here." James said taking a sip of beer. He smirked and looked off. My eyes went from happy and playful and they instantly grew cold. What the fuck? How could he say that to me? Lars and the other guys snorted with laughter and continued to drink. My eyes coasted over everyone and I gave them the 'don't fuck with me' look and they all immediately diverted their attention from me to some chick who was approaching the table. "Hey guys!" She said nicely. I immediately sized her up when she approached the table. She was blonde, curvy,and had blue eyes like James'. I smirked. Who the hell does she think she is? I never gotten jealous about any woman and I sure as hell wasn't gonna start. She was ok but not drop dead gorgeous to me at all. She didn't wear make up much like myself and she wore some denim jeans, sandals, and a pink tank top complete with a jean jacket. She waved at everyone at the table and her eyes seductively glanced over to James. She rubbed his shoulder, and I watched carefully as she said, "Hi James!" She was too happy to see her James. I could've sworn that James wasn't with anyone but how home girl was acting as if they've been knowing each other for quite a few. I sat back and waited to see what I was gonna learn next. James sighed and rolled his eyes, "Hi Francesca..." He said bluntly. He didn't sound too excited to see this Francesca girl. She seemed nice just not his type. "You didn't tell me that you were coming out." She said. James yet again rolled his blue eyes and looked in my direction. All the while I had a shit eating grin plastered on my face. I wanted to hear about this story, this was gonna be good. "Yeah, I was kinda hoping you wouldn't come..." He mumbled lowly. I guess she didn't hear what he had said because she didn't say anything else in return. :I didn't think you'd show up." He said. "You're kidding?" She said, "James of course I'd come. I like to hang out with you and your friends." She glanced at everyone at the table and her eyes settled on little ole me. I smiled and held my head up. "Hi there." She said nicely. She turned to James and asked, "Who's she?" James' eyes made their way to my face and he furrowed his brows, "Uhhh... That's Khloe. She's...uhhh... she's--" He hesitated and attempted to try and find the right words to say and she eyed him waiting to hear an explanation. Since I knew that he was having a difficult time, I decided to take it upon myself and introduce myself to James' lady friend, "I'm Khloe. And I'm James' girlfriend." I smiled and held my hand out for her to shake. James' face along with everyone else's dropped and they all stared at me incredulously. So what? I don't give a fuck if I had just said the unthinkable, I just wanted to make his life one step worse. Step one: warn off other possible distractions, including girlfriends or in this case newly ex-girlfriends. "Oh!" Francesca squealed like a little piglet her eyes got wide and she slowly turned her face to James', who shrugged in return. Her face fell as she reached to shake my hand. She tried to fake another sincere smile and she introduced herself to me. "Hi I'm Francesca. I worked as their wardrobe assistant. I met James and the guys just earlier this year," She smiled and looked back at James for approval and back at me, "I'm sorry if you don't mind me asking, but how did you and James meet?" She asked. "At a bar." I said faking a sincere smile. Deep down inside I was filled with pure unadulterated joy. How I loved to make others feel uncomfortable around me. I knew she was on the brink of tears at this moment. She probably had some serious feelings for James but that didn't matter to me. If she wants him she can have him, just that she has to get through me first. "Isn't that right, babe?" I glanced over to James and gave him a sweet smile. James gulped and whispered, "Yeah... We met three weeks ago." That was a lie. "Oh," She chuckled nervously and smiled with her head held down. "Well, I think I'm going to head out already..." She sighed, "It's getting late..." Poor damn fool... She was so heart broken and who wouldn't feel bad to see a poor girl fall apart in front of the guy of her dreams? I would! I know-- I know I'm a cold hearted bitch. But who am I kidding, I never gotten love so why should anyone else. "But you just got here." Kirk said. He looked at her sympathetically and she looked back at him with her eyes glistening with tears. "No. I was gonna head out anyways. Bye guys..." She stopped walking and paused. She turned to James and said, "Bye James..." She left shortly afterwards with her head held down. That was probably a bad idea for her because I had not been even thirty seconds later when she bumped into a guy that was holding a tray full of drinks and he spilled them all over her. James and the guys watched as she ran out crying. I snorted and chuckled, they all turned to look at me, "What?" I held my hands up in defense, "I didn't do anything!" James just smirked and shook his head. More soon!



Scorpion Flower	Feb 14 2012, 03:23 AM Post #24
?????????? Posts: 3,617 Group: Senior Members Member #3,740 Joined: September 24, 2008	The way I see it, she's going to turn James's life into hell. First she lied to him, about her story...glad he was clever enough to read her signs and not buying it. Second, what kind of woman goes wake up a man in bed wet and sits at his crotch and does not expect him to be horny? Of course she knew he would be, she did that on purpose. She's so cold and calculist...ugh... Like it...



HannahBanana	Feb 19 2012, 10:08 AM Post #25
Bad Seed Posts: 112 Group: Members Member #7,808 Joined: January 22, 2012	Here's an update! I like this one a lot more I was shocked by everything she had just done. Not only did she warn off Fran, but she embarrassed the hell out of her in front of everyone in the bar. I had to sit and watch someone who was almost my girlfriend walk out into a stream of people laughing and cackling at her while she made her way out of the bar. Khloe sat back in her chair with pure satisfaction written all over her face, it made me sick. I wanted so bad to kick her ass but luckily she's a chick because if she wasn't, I'd probably do some serious damage to her right now. "Khloe, can I talk to you really quick?" I asked. "Yeah..." she nodded, "Shoot." "In private." "James, I'm sure whatever you have to talk to me about can be said amongst your friends." She rolled her eyes, "Unless its about--" She gave a sly smile, "You know..." I got even angrier and in a matter of seconds I jumped out of my seat and snatched her up by her arm. I held her with my hand storming towards the restroom. I kicked open the door and made sure that no one was inside. I slammed her body against the wall and covered it with mines as I stood directly in from of her. "You wanna tell me what the hell that was all about?" I asked. Khloe smiled and rolled her had to the side, "Well... To be honest I was just doing you a slight favor." "That!" I pointed reflecting on what had just happened, "Was not helping! You only made the situation worse and not only that but you've been a complete ass to me lately!" I yelled furiously. "Really?" She furrowed her brows, "Last time I checked, I hadn't done anything to you at all!" She said. Khloe leaned closer and repeatedly poked my chest with her finger, "Maybe you're just so sensitive!" Khloe caught a glimpse of her hand and looked at her nails, "And maybe I need a manicure..." Angry, I snatched her hand back down to her side and she gave me a pissed look, "What the fuck was that for!" She yelled. "God! You act like a fucking child!" I yelled throwing my arms up. She threw her hand out,"Ok... What were you gonna say?" "Ok first you wake me up drenched in water from head to toe like some chick out of a wet t-shirt contest, and try to seduce me then gets pissed because I was aroused?!" She tried to speak but I was too pissed to let her explain. "What guy wouldn't get hard because a wet, close to naked, chick is on top of him?! Not only that but you've been flirting with Lars the entire time and acting like a heartless bitch! I just don't know how to deal with you!" Khloe raised her brows and silently asked, "Can I speak now?" "Yeah go ahead..." I said smugly. Go ahead and spit out more lies about shit that doesn't even matter at this point. "I'm sorry... I like Lars and frankly I just like to play with you sometimes. It's funny to see you get pissed and I like to joke around." She leaned in closer and continued, "I like when you're angry... It turns me on..." I groaned silently to myself. Her she goes again with this innocent game. "Would you cut that out?!" I yelled. She groaned and rolled her eyes, "Ok, I will." She pursed her lips out, "I know where that got us last time." She looked me in the eyes, "But it's true!" I held my hand up to signal her that I really didn't care, even if deep down inside it did ignite some sort of spark, I chose to fully ignore it to the best of my abilities. Some guy banged on the door demanding access and that pretty much ended our little discussion. "This--" I hissed. "We'll finish later." She said, "Yeah, I know." She smirked. I unlocked the door and Lhloe and I both stepped out. The guy looked at us, or should I say me, in amazement like I was God himself. "Holy shit man! You're James fucking Hetfield!" He yelled hysterically. It never failed. "Heh, yeah I am." I said. I looked overt shoulder as the guy continued to gaze at Khloe and I and I could've sworn that I seen Khloe give him a tiny wave and a wink of the eye. When we got back to the table the guys were shitfaced, completely. They were babbling about shit that didn't even make any kind of sense. Kirk and Jason began to sing 'Don't stop believing' by Journey that poured from the speakers and filled the whole bar. Lars banged on the table mimicking the drum beat. I looked over to Khloe from the corner of my eye, reached inside my jacket pocket, and lightly placed my car keys in her hand. It felt strange holding her hand for the first time. "You're driving, kiddo." I said. "Like I didn't see that coming..." She mumbled. "Get your friends, I'll be outside on the car. I'm tired and I'm ready to hit the sheets!" She called over her shoulder as she stormed off outside headed to the car. "Come on guys, we're leaving." I said. They all groaned, probably from drinking to much alcohol. Kirk placed his hand on his forehead and Jason had to help him up. For some reason I found it off that I should be in their position by now but the fact that I live with a mask murder, I didn't want to be wasted around her just incase if she tried anything, I'd be fully aware of it. We all walked out the bar and headed for my truck. Khloe was already in the drivers seat ready to go. Car on, radio on, windows down, engine roaring like a beast. She honked the horn and yelled, "Vamos muchachos! Yo no tengo todo dia por favor! Estoy muy cansada." Wait a minute! She can speak Spanish?! I opened the car door and hopped in, the other guys followed suit. I turned to Khloe and asked, "You can speak Spanish?" "Yeah. My mom was half Madagascan and Puerto Rican." Something flicked in her eyes to which she asked, "Why am I telling you this?" I shrugged, "Dunno." We drove away from the bar and I noticed that she was going a little over the speed limit but I didn't say anything. We were driving on a vacant road with barely any streetlights. Just us the moon, stars, and a few eighteen wheeler trucks around. We were almost off the vacant dirt road until I saw flashing red and blue headlights behind us. "Shit! Khloe! Pull over!" I yelled. I was praying to God that nothing bad'll happen. My conscience wildness let me fail. I knew something bad was about to happen. "Goddamnitt." she mumbled and pulled over to the side of the road. "Look, act normal." She said. The police car stopped behind us and he stepped out and approached the window. Khloe raised it down and smiled. "Is there a problem? Officer?" Khloe furrowed her brows and tried her best at an innocent demeanor. The officer nodded and flashed a nice smile, "You were driving over the speed limit miss." He pulled out a note pad and said, "License and registration please." Khloe looked back over to me and raised her brows. I diverted my gaze. What was going on between her and the officer has nothing to do with me. She's on her own for now. Khloe turned back towards the officer and said, "You see, I kinda left my license back at home ... My brother and his friends," She gestured towards the guys and I. "He called me because they needed a ride home. They're really drunk and weren't in the position to drive." "Well--" He started and Khloe interjected. "You know, I was kinda hoping you'd let me go and get me off the hook..." The officer shook his head. "Ma'am could you step out the car please?" he asked. "Sure. It'll be my pleasure..." She whispered sexily. She opened the car door and closed it shut. "Spread your legs for me and hold your hands out for me also." Officer Shelley asked her. Khloe did as he said and tried her best at seducing him to which he'd let her off the hook. In the occasion that he saw her ID or license, he'd instantly know that's she's the one that they're looking for. Her cover will be blown and shed be sant back to jail for life. "Now place your hands on the hood."He asked. She leaned over the hood of the cars and stuck her ass out and it seemingly touched the officer's crotch. She felt him hard and smiled solemnly to herself, "Like this?" She asked innocently. He breathed heavily and stuttered "Uhhh, Ye-- Yeah like that." He moved his arms down her waist and stopped near her ass. Khloe moved back against him slightly and pressed herself to his groin. His mind instantly became clouded and he was at his breaking point of not being able to resist temptation. She turned around and leaned in closer to him almost kissing. She placed her had softly on his face and he leaned closer trying to kiss her. He secured his hands on her waist. But against his will, Khloe whipped him around and kicked him in the balls. She grabbed his arm and swung him onto the hard pavement. She pulled out her gun and with five shots to the head, chest, face, leg, stomach, and eye. He was dead. Blood poured from his body and grazed down the pavement like a bloody river. Back in the car they all watched in horror and amazement as Khloe literally shot him dead before their very own eyes. At that point they immediately sobered up. A few moments later, Khloe opened the car door and and peeked inside,"James could you come here for a sec?" She asked. I was dead silent I could hear my heart beating in my head. I was speechless to the point where I could not talk. Those five gunshots filled my ears. My palms were sweaty. She killed someone for the first time she's been around me. If she wasn't afraid to do that, imagine what'll happen next. Things are just gonna get worse and worse after this. "James grab his feet and help me lift him into the trunk." She spoke calmly. "Are you fucking insane?!" I yelled. "Yeah, I am. Now do it before I kill you next!" She yelled back at me. Kirk got out the car a d slammed the door, "Oh my God! You killed him!" Kirk screamed in horror his voice began to tremble. Khloe whipped her head around to look at Kirk, "Are you fucking crying?!" She yelled. Kirk began to wipe furiously at the tears that started to sting his eyes, "No!" He yelled. "I'm not crying!" She walked over to Kirk and slapped the shit out of him, "Cool the fuck down! It's no big deal!" "No big deal?! You just killed a guy!" Jason yelled. "Yeah, too bad he's not dead! He just unconscious." She shrugged. "What difference does it make?! He's a fucking policeman!" "I know that!" She yelled, "Now what the hell are you guys waiting for a fucking cool breeze?" She yelled, "Help me lift his ass into the trunk goddamnitt! Before everyone ends up like this guy here!" She pointed to the officer who laid there dead or unconscious. I help her grab the body and we tossed him in the back of my trunk. It was a horrific sight. I shook my head. Never in my life. "Now what are we gonna do?" Kirk asked. "WE are not gonna speak of this," She pointed at the trunk, "To anyone." "And if WE do?" I asked. I knew there had to be a catch if this was involving her. "WE will suffer the consequences, as in consequences I mean--" I took it upon myself to interrupt her, "We'll be dead 'cause you'll kill us." I said. "Yeah yeah, I know that--" I trailed off, "Thats just soooo fucking obvious..." I mumbled under my breath and rolled my eyes. "Now come on! We're gonna find a place to dispose of him. I don't want him stinking up the place." We all followed her to the car and hopped in. "God, it smells like shit!" Lars said. It had to be the body that reeked a raw smell throughout MY car. "Heres a little tip, when we die, we void our bowels." Khloe said. "You mean he--?" Kirk asked. "Yeah he shitted and pissed on himself." Khlie finished. We drove around for several minutes before she picked the perfect destination... "A field?" Lars shouted. "You're gonna dump him in a fucking empty field?" "Yes Lars, I'm gonna dump his body in a field." She reached and pulled out her gun and pointed it to everyone in the car, "Any objections?" She asked as she clicked the trigger. "No!" We all said at the same time. She put the gun down and back in her pocket, "Good. I don't have to go there." She sighed, "Didn't feel like disposing of two people anyway." She unlocked the doors and stepped out into the night. "Come on guys lets do this while the night is young!" She popped the trunk and waited for us to help her get the body out. I was left as the only one to help her do the job. "Here James, put these on." She handed me a pair of gloves as she slipped on her own. "Now grab his legs and I'll get his arms." She turned her head, "Hey Newstead! You and Hamster keep watch!" She yelled, "And Turkish Delight!" She stared Lars up and down, "I'll have a job for you later." "Now James, let's get this guy here out. He must be dying for some fresh air." God this chick is crazy I thought. We lifted his body up and almost crashed to the ground. He was extremely heavy. Probably about 6'2 and 235 pounds. And it wasn't 235 pounds of fat either, more like pure muscle. Khloe and I stumbled to a vacant part of the field and dropped him on the ground. "That's one heavy motherfucker..." She mumbled. I smirked. She was so charismatic in the most dire of situations. Who jokes around after they've killed someone? Jason and Kirk both walked over and Jason took one look at the body in disgust, "Oh my God! He's dead." "For the sake of humanity!" Khloe yelled, "He is not dead! He's just... unconscious at the moment." She mumbled unsurely. Anyone with eyes could tell that the guy was dead. "You shot him five times!" Jason yelled. She kicked his body and he didn't move an inch. He's only been dead for about twenty minutes and he was already as stiff as a board. Khloe smirked, "Huh. I guess you're right." She lifted her head, "Great observation, Newstead." She continued to kick and poke at the body. When she stopped, she called Lars over. "Turkish Delight! Come over here!" Lars came running, but he tripped and fell over a rock and stubbed his toe. I chuckled a little as he fell almost like slow motion and disappeared into the grass. "Man, he is wasted." I managed to say. Lars got up and limped his way over. You could hear him mumble "Fuck!" and "Shit!" under his breath. "Geez, pal. You should watch your step often." Khloe joked. Lars returned a smirk an placed his hands on his hips. "Ok I'll be right back." She said. Khloe went to the back of my truck and grabbed a gas can. I had forgotten long ago that that was still in my trunk. She walked over to Lars and shoved it to his chest, "Oomph!" Lars took it in his hand and said, "What the hell are we going to do with this?" Lars examined the gas can like it was a foreign object. Khloe walked over to Lars' left side and placed her hand on his shoulder, "This," She pointed, "My friend, is called a gas can. We are going to burn the crap out of his body and roast him like a suckling pig!" She grinned. "Could you be any more crazy?" Lars asked. "Can your dick touch your ass?" She defied him. Lars smirked and nodded, "Yeah, actually it can." Khloe nodded, "Good, then go fuck yourself!" She yelled. Lars instantly turned cold. That little thunderstorm cloud appeared over his heads in annoyance. Lars stormed off. Khloe turned on her heels, "It's not rocket science! Wear gloves, you don't wanna get caught!" She yelled over her shoulder. "What the fuck does that mean?" Lars hissed at me. "Ugh. Don't ask me." I replied I took off the gloves I had and handed them to Lars and he put them on. Lars began to pour the gasoline on the body and Khloe came back over to where we were. "Make sure you get it all over him! Head to toe!" Khloe strolled around the crime scene like she was the warden. Lars kept sloppily tossing the gas on the body. Khloe abruptly stopped by his side and gave him a pissed look, "Give me this shit!" She snatched the gas can out of Lars' hand and poured all of it onto the body. "Ok!" She clapped, "Now that, that's done..." She tossed the can and it fell back against the corpse. She reached inside her jacket pocket and slowly pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. She lit the cigarette and took one puff. Smoke blew out her mouth in rings and next thing, she tossed the cigarette onto the ground and it landed softly on the lifeless body. The heat from the cigarette ignited the gasoline and the body immediately went up in flames. As the fire gained momentum, almost immediately it lit up the entire area. The fire danced in the midnight sky in reddish hues. I looked to the body and his flesh was bubbling up and forming painfully looking boils all over. His hair and clothes burned like paper. The essence of burning flesh filled the air with a burnt and smoky scent. Poor guy didn't stand a chance. It was like something out of a movie. Never in any of our lives did we think we'd have to witness such a horrific sight. I glanced over to Khloe as she gazed at the fire with a look of relaxation and satisfaction plastered on her murderous face. She looked like she had gotten a high off watching the man burn to death. The red blaze filled her eyes and her once blue eyes were now fiery red with delight. She stood there lifeless watching him whither away before her very own murderous eyes. Her hair blew softly in the wind and swirled around her face. "Come on, we're leaving." She said. "Well... Looks like we won't be dumping his body in the creek after all." Jason said and heaved a sigh of relief. Kirk looked away and furrowed his brows, "So we're just gonna leave him here... like that?" He asked. "Uhhh... Yeah." She replied matter of factly. Then Lars interjected with a loud, "What?! No! Are you crazy?" "Yes, yes I am." She said, "What else do you expect for us to do?" Lars shrugged, "I don't know!? I've never murdered anyone before!" He said. Khloe rolled her blue eyes. We got back inside the car but it wasn't started up yet. "Killing a guy is like..." She pondered for a brief moment, "It's like killing your mom. Yeah it's fucked up," She chuckled. "But at the end of the day at least you don't have that whiney bitch on your back all the damn time!" We stared at Khloe in horror. "Oh for Christ Sake! Khloe what the fuck is going on with you?" I yelled. "Me? What's going on with me?" She laughed hysterically, "I'm just completely shocked right now!" Tears started to streamed down her face. "You?! Shocked?!" The guys and I yelled at the same time in complete astonishment. "Yeah..." She began to cry. Tears poured down from her eyes while she tried to wipe them away, "I didn't want you guys to see this side of me! I really want to change... I really do, but my conscience wont let me stop! It's like I have absolutely no control over myself and what I do! I do stuff on an impulse and I can't stop! It's killing me! All the guilt and suffering I have to cope with!" She sobbed terribly. I wanted to feel bad for her but I couldn't. It's not like I didn't believe her because she seemed to be truthful this time. She slammed her head on the steering wheel. "Look, I'll drive." She and I switched places and I drove home. I dropped Lars and the guys off first though. When Khloe and I got home the first thing I did was take a shower to cleanse myself off all the blood, sweat, dirt, and tears I acquired today. I didn't eat it drink anything. I didn't hear from Khloe either. I went to my room and crashed on to the bed and fell asleep in seconds. For the test of the week, I hadn't heard a word from Khloe. I started to think and suspect that she ran away but from time to time I'd hear her talking to herself and making some quite noises. Other than that I hadn't crossed her path since the murder. It was Sunday afternoon when I first seen her. Khloe came downstairs in runners shorts and one of my Black Sabbath t-shirts. She looked exhausted aside from the other countless times I seen her. She hadn't spoken a word to me since three days ago. She's been in her room everyday and may have came downstairs every now and then to get some food other than that, she's been a ghost. I watched her coast over to the kitchen and I filled her right after, abandoning the raiders game that was on TV. I took it upon myself to finally find out why she's been acting so distant, "What's going on with you?" I asked. She didn't move but just stood by the island in the kitchen. Probably contemplating on what to do, "What do you mean?" She asked not turning around. "You've been really..." I sighed. "Quiet and nice lately... You're usually more like the vulgar type..." I squinted a bit waiting to hear her lash out. "Yeah..." She shrugged. "I know." She sounded defeated and tired. "So... What the hell happened? You had a change of heart?" I asked. Khloe hadn't spoken to me since the day we [she] killed that guy. It was like it had taken a toll on her to where she wasn't able to speak of anything. If anyone, I would expect her to be satisfied, but on second thought reflecting on how she acted when everything was going down, she did seem a bit uneasy. Khloe looked me in the eyes and said, "I had to think some things over in the past few days..." "You don't say." I said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes ignoring my sarcasm. "I just feel the need to grow up, that's all." She shrugged. I grew suspicious. This girl had so many changes of heart lately that even this seemed like pure bullshit. It just surprised me though because she's been so calm lately. Maybe, just maybe she's finally coming to her senses. I leaned over on the counter and asked, "You're not lying to me, are you?" I narrowed my eyes. Khloe shook her head, "Nope. And if you don't want to believe me, you don't have to." She strolled over to the fridge and said, "Take it how you want. It doesn't matter to me if you think I'm lying. I've lied plenty of times. I wouldn't be the slightest ounce of surprised if you still think I'm putting on a front." I narrowed my eyes at her, "Maybe I am." "As you should." She agreed. I began to become even more inquisitive about her whole dynamic. Being cool calm and collected is what she's been basically presenting to me lately. Never once has she said or done anything out of the norm, which is ironic because the norm for everyone else is like being abnormal for her. Its so strange that even I don't understand it, "So what's really going on?" I asked trying to dig a bit deeper. Khloe stopped and took a sip of her orange juice. The next thing she said had me on the edge, "I had a coming to God." Her face was a plain as daylight. I was completely speechless, "You're kidding?" Her and God shouldn't be in the same sense. She was nothing close to the godly side more so over towards the demented side. "No James, I'm serious." She said seriously, "I feel as if I've spoken to the man himself." I snorted after hearing her comment. Expecting her to backlash at me, she didn't, which surprised me even more. "So your murdering stage is over?" I asked. Me thinking that she's talked to God, maybe she's gonna change? Hopefully-- I mean we can't keep going back and forth here. It's either you do or you don't. "No, it's not over 'cause I'll never know what I'm gonna do next." She said, "However, I know where I'm headed." She placed her cup in the sink and walked back into the living room, "Don't worry I won't kill you or threaten you anymore." I watched in awe as she climbed the staircase back to her room on silence. "Well, then there's that." I said silently to myself. Let's just hope she's serious this time. Later that day I was passed out on the couch. I guessed it was around eight of nine. The raiders game went off way long ago and the news came on. I want paying attention though. I got up to pick up the remaining beer cans and food wrappers that were on the table and the floor. I was headed to the garbage until a spine tingling image appeared on the television screen. "Were on the search for anyone who may have an idea about the disappearance of officer Shelley who was last seen Wednesday evening. Ironically enough, a couple had notified the local sheriffs office about a burned and decapitated human body that they sighted in southern Marin county earlier today. Officers and detectives are on the scene now investigating whether or not this may be the body of former officer Shelley. Well have more on this story later today--" I instantly changed the channel. Fuck! They'll find out that we have something to do with the murder! Shit! This can't be happening! All my life I would've never imagined going to prison for killing a guy. Even if I didn't kill him initially, I felt as if I was also responsible because I didn't do shit to stop it from happening in the first place. I began to sweat tremendously like I was being interrogated right at this moment. Guilt overcame me suddenly my palms were sweaty, my head was aching, I couldn't breathe, I was a wreck. Metallica will be done, over, non existent. We'll be in captivity, and Khloe-- well its nothing new to her anyway. I made a break to her room. I ran upstairs as fast as a fucking torpedo. Stumbling a bit I finally managed to burst through her room door, completely out of breath, "Khloe?! We need to talk now!" I yelled. Khloe was no where to be found though. I started to panic a little. Where is she at? I was scared to death that she'd pop out somewhere and jump me. I felt a cool breeze and noticed that the window was open. I smirked. She was on the roof. I walked up to the window and peered out searching for her. I looked up, she wasn't on the roof. Then I looked down and I found her. She was sitting Indian style on the beach. I ran downstairs and out the house headed towards Khloe. It was night and I could hardly see anything but the moon and the stars illuminating on the water and giving some light to the ominous sky. "Khloe I need to talk to you." I said approaching her. Those same glowing blue eyes met my gaze. "What happened this time?" she asked full of sarcasm. "You know the guy you killed last week?" She nodded, "Yeah." "Well they're searching for him and they kinda," I scratched my head, "Yeah, let's just say they found his body in the field where we left him." "No! Really?!" she asked sarcastically with her mouth gaped open. She turned around and continued to pick at her toes, "Don't you think we were a little over due? They all gotta find out one day." She turned back around to me and said, "Why'd you think I told you to wear gloves? They can't find out that way." She got silent and said, "Unless one of your idiot friends didn't wear any." "No we all wore gloves." "Well then we have nothing to worry about." She said calmly. I walked over and stood a good distance away from her. She looked up at me and squinted her eyes, "You can sit closer to me if you want. I don't bite." I nodded and took a sit close to her. Our thighs touched and I stared at he'd studying her face. She continued to look at the waves that crashed against the shore. My mind flashed back to when I first met her. She was beautiful and innocent. Her blue eyes danced with curiosity. Little did I know that those were two different people. I guess that what happens when your szchoprenic. You never get the chance to reveal your true self just a mask that is constantly in the way of everything. She leaned her head on my shoulder and sighed. I hesitantly placed my hand on her back and rubbed it reassuringly. We sat there for a while. Soon she fell asleep and fully laid on me with her head in my lap. I sat back on my elbows. When it got late and I got tired, I carried her back to the house. I was too tired to carry her upstairs and since she's a heavy sleeper I decided to put her in the bed with me. I laid her down and crashed right next to her. "Sleep tight." I whispered and kissed we cheek lightly. I fell asleep shortly after. TBC



Scorpion Flower	Feb 19 2012, 11:08 AM Post #26
?????????? Posts: 3,617 Group: Senior Members Member #3,740 Joined: September 24, 2008	Jesus! I wasn't expecting that to come! She killed a man and made them part of it! She's a lot worse than I thought! Truly, this is so different from what's aorund here, which makes it interesting enough to still be around, though I don't like how she "puppets" them:) Keep it coming.



MetalliRex	Mar 3 2012, 02:02 PM Post #27
Damage Case Posts: 78 Group: Members Member #7,725 Joined: October 29, 2011	Wow! This is crazy! She is crazy! I didn't think she'd literally kill a guy while she was in their company... James better watch his back! He's actually brave enough to house a criminal? Some balls he has.... I like it a lot



HannahBanana	Mar 13 2012, 02:32 PM Post #28
Bad Seed Posts: 112 Group: Members Member #7,808 Joined: January 22, 2012	Sorry for the delay Here's a little short one Somethings and some people never change, but in time they may... - Anonymous Khloe's POV I woke up to find nothing, but a sleeping James next to me. His hands surrounded my waist while his body was firmly pressed to my backside. Last time I checked, I was laid out on the private beach next to his house. I noticed that I still had on the same clothes from yesterday, which relieved me a bit, I thought we had probably done something completely incoherent. For the first time I felt comfortable, even if it meant laying in bed next to James, it was ok. Ever since Wednesday night, I had a change of heart. Guilt had taken over me and smothered me with its own hands. I still couldn't believe what I've done. I had absolutely no right to kill that police officer. Knowing that I taken away a father, a husband, a friend, and a son from his family and friends-- I felt like a rancid piece of shit for doing so. That same night I cried-- I even tried to repent for the sins I've committed. Murder is always a sin and forever it will be. Someone once told me that even God forgive those that are murders-- that gave me some sort of hope, but I can't go throughout my day knowing that I've pretty much have done just as worse as many others. While I sit here and roam freely about, I still know that someone with my capabilities would be in full blown captivity. I know-- I know, it all sounds so cliche to the extent that I've come to say this a million times, but please forgive me and please for sake in me. I promise to all I love that-- that's the last time I kill an innocent person, but I have some unfinished business to take care of... One beginning with taking that bastard out and two getting back what I rightfully deserve. I laid in James' bed contemplating oh how was I gonna tell him what's really going on with me. I feel so bad that I had to drag him and his friends into this. if one goes down, we'll all go down. But who's to say that I didn't warn him that I was trouble? Actually I didn't tell him all that, but you get the picture, right? I could hear and feel James' breath on my neck which sent shivers down my spine, strangely enough. James stirred a bit and I soon heard him clear his throat and say, "Are you up?" He asked. I bit my lip and said, "No. I'm sleep." I lied. James chuckled silently and mumbled, "Yeah. Sure you are..." Sarcastically. I contemplated on what to say, "Why am I in your bed?" I asked. It was pretty obvious. Just making simple conversation before I spill the beans. James silently groaned, "I didn't feel like carrying you upstairs to your room, and plus, I thought you'd sleep better if you had someone close." I rolled my eyes, "Sure..." I said very much in sarcasm. Even if he was right I did sleep better I didn't want him to know that. I could feel James sit up quickly and he placed his hand on my shoulder to turn me around and face him, "Look, you've been quiet lately..." He started. I nodded, "I have my reasons." James smirked and said, "We need to talk--" I didn't want to talk about anything. I had nothing to say about the past few days. Everything has been happening at such a fast pace lately that even I'm baffled about everything that I've done so far. I groaned and asked to hear him for an explanation, "Why? Why can't I just act normally without a cause for once?" "Because you don't act normal." James said at a matter of fact, "You can't." He gazed into my eyes making me uncomfortable with his stare. I furrowed my brows in question. What the hell is that supposed to mean, "What do you mean? I'm just as normal and chill as the next guy--" James ferociously shook his head and interrupted me, "The next guy doesn't kill for a living, Khloe!" "How do you know?" I narrowed my eyes at him. James raised his brows defying my gesture. He smirked, "You're schizophrenic, bipolar, mentally unstable? Maybe?" "Thanks for throwing my problems in my face..." I mumbled. "No, seriously." James grabbed my face with his hands and softly stroked my cheek with his thumb, "I just want to help you. If you never open up, I can't. That's the point, you never tell the whole truth. You don't express yourself. It's always a test to see how evil and demeaning you can be. If you want help... you'll have to let me in." We stared into each other's eyes for the first time. The first time it was effort from both of us to take the time to figure each other out. I averted my gaze when it got too intense for me. It was like his eyes pierced through my very soul, begging me to open up. It was hard and it is-- I find it difficult to show my true colors. James' eyes begged for reason. He gave me a look that I couldn't resist. His thumb slowly inched its way closer to my lips. He brushed his thumb over them softly. I closed my eyes and moved my hands to where they were on top of his. James and I sat still in his bed waiting for something to happen. The silence was killing me, so I spoke truthfully from experience on why I am the way that I've come to be. I took a deep breath and sighed, "My father was a mobster. He was in a Boston based mafia in Massachusetts. So one day he was on a business meeting in Brazil when he met my mom-- and by business meeting I mean an inside drug deal. They fell in love and got married, but my grandparents didn't approve of him cause they knew, y'know about his lifestyle and all. Then he called his boss, Marty, and said he was relocating to Lima, Brazil for work. Later when my dad decided to move again, they relocated to a giant mansion in Chile. The house was huge like yours and very extravagant. You could see the shore from the livingroom, it was amazing. Two years later, they had me and my younger brother, Romero, who's probably sixteen years old now. Growing up, I was a complete daddy's girl and he got me everything I wanted. He was very family oriented and loved us so much. We had so many extravagant parties with people I didn't even know that we're famous at the time, who came to our house. It was like he was famous, but for all the wrong reasons. So one day we had this huge party at our house celebrating my parents' vowel renewing and everyone was there. I was ten years old at the time and my brother was seven years old. He and I were dancing and playing around with our family and friends." I sighed, "My dad's friend, Will, came running through the door and he was all like 'Yo Tony! Witherspoon is outside, he wants to talk to you.' Will looked kinda pale and he worked with my dad. Witherspoon was like my dad's boss' rival or whatever you wanna call him-- anyways my dad stopped dancing with me and he looked like he was scared all of a sudden. It made me feel uneasy because I never seen my dad look so terrified in his life before. He let go of my hands and said,'I'll be back. I'm gonna be ok.' But I didn't believe him though. I sat and waited and I started to dance with my brother again and about fifteen minutes passed and he still wasn't back. I got curious and something kept telling me to go see what's going on. I went outside and stood behind the door watching my dad and Witherspoon in the middle of a heated argument. So I opened the door and steeped on the first step. Just a mere second later, I saw Witherspoon fire five gun shots at my dad," I did a shooting motion with my hands. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! "He fell in front of my own eyes. I ran and caught him in my arms before he could hit the ground and all his blood covered me. Witherspoon stood there smiling like a mad man. He threatened me and said, 'If you tell anyone I did this. I'll kill you and not just you, your family too.' l nodded in horror and he got in his car and drove off. I held my dad in my arms. It was so traumatizing, it was like I wasn't even there. He kept gasping for air because one of the bullet struck his throat and blood was flowing out of his mouth like a waterfall and cascaded down his body. I tried to comfort him but he didn't speak and a few seconds later he stopped breathing. My own dad laid there in my arms and I stared at his body discombobulated and horrified. I never felt so helpless in my entire life. I laid his body on the ground, kissed his forehead, and closed his eyes. I ran back inside the house drenched in his blood. There I stood in the middle of the party looking like a complete monster. I heard my mother scream a blood wrenching scream and everyone's eyes were wide with shock. My eyes traveled down to the pistol that was contained in my hand, with a firm grip. After that I don't remember anything else." James' eyes were as wide as all our doors. I knew that shocked him. Hell, it shocked me. After all these years I still couldn't believe that I actually had taken the blame for shooting my own father dead in an attempt to save my own family. I cleared my throat and continued, "I was completely sane when they sent me to an insane asylum and you know what happens when you send a sane person to the crazy house-- we eventually become crazy our damn selves." I frowned, "That's went the schizophrenia and all that other shit came up. I kept having terrible nightmares about that same night. They kept giving me medication to take-- obviously I refused. I saw so many fucked up people it was ridiculous. Pedophiles, Murders who claimed to be insane, Night stalkers, and there were others most didn't belong there. I met this one chick who suffered from schizophrenia like me, but she was a thousand times more fucked than me. You think I was scary, she was on a whole other level-- but some how she was able to be let out before me." I shrugged. "Her name was Lily and ironically enough, she was related to Witherspoon..." "So..." James started. He pursed his lips out and sighed. I glanced away from him and back out the window, contemplating-- just thinking about everything I had just relived in my mind. Such bullshitty things have happened since then. I don't think my life will ever be the same. I glanced back over to James who rubbed his face with his palms. "Did your mom ever find out the truth?" He asked. I shook my head. That's what hurt me the most, "My mom and brother visited every now and then and one day she stopped coming around." My eyes started to glisten with tears, "I heard that she killed herself the day after my brother's birthday. God only knows where he's at now. Apparently she couldn't live with knowing that her baby killed her dad and that her husband is dead. I blame her though because she wasn't strong enough to handle the pain that she had the audacity to kill herself when she should've been strong for my baby brother-- that bitch..." I was furious just thing about it all. I looked back up at James who gazed blankly into space-- probably trying to calculate what in the hell did he just hear. "Y'know, it's not all that bad--" I said wiping the tears that collected in the corner of my eyes. "It is bad-- it's fucked up, Khloe--" I opened my mouth to protest, but he took it upon himself to shush me, "You're not lying to me, are you?" He grabbed my face back with his hands and shook me, "I swear to fucking God if you're lying to me. I'm gonna kick you out right now!" He raised his voice and I stared at him. I shook my head, "I swear I'm not lying." James grabbed me and enveloped me in a tight hug. My face was firmly pressed to his naked bare chest while his muscular arms surrounded my body. I inhaled his sweet manly scent and nearly cried. I felt comfort for the first time, As much as I hated talking about my past, it felt so much better afterward that I finally opened up to someone about it. I was a ticking time bomb. James had been so good to me lately that it seemed almost unreal. I never loved anyone because I didn't know how, but I felt something with him. He protected me even after all the stunts I pulled, he saved me. James and I stayed like that for awhile and I didn't want it to stop. The soothing sound of his heartbeat steadied me. We were still hugged together when he asked, "Did you kill-- the Witherspoon family?" I smirked, the age old question has came back into play. "Yep." I said with my voice muffled. James took a deep breath preparing for the next question he was gonna ask, "How?" He asked with his voice trembling drastically. "Well--" I had to think of the best way to explain things, "I made them into puppets..." Jame furrowed his brows in question. He chuckled slightly uneasily and asked, "What?" He shook his head, "Puppets?" I nodded, "Yeah... Puppets." James looked like he wanted to scream in horror and like he wanted to laugh, "I gruesomely murdered them. I made him into dummies by reconstructing their bodies-- I really don;t want to go into detail, ok?" "Why'd you do that?" He asked. "Because the voices told me to. I had help along the way," I leaned in closer to James and asked, "Do you know what happens when two schizophrenic people get together?" James shook his head in disbelief, "We fuck shit up-- Lily and I murdered their family and tried to cover it up." More soon



Scorpion Flower	Mar 15 2012, 02:48 AM Post #29
?????????? Posts: 3,617 Group: Senior Members Member #3,740 Joined: September 24, 2008	I hope now she is telling him the truth, seems like she is. Though she feels good around him, I don't trust her...well I shouldn't right? After all she just murdered someone and inviolved them in it... James should runaway for his life. Like how, in this chapter, you portrait her as a monstrous heartless person and at the same time, someone capable of recognizing good in another person and someone weak at the same time.



faroo7luvsmetallica	Mar 15 2012, 09:26 AM Post #30
FREE SPEECH FOR THE DUMB!XD Posts: 3,004 Group: Senior Members Member #7,242 Joined: September 1, 2010	ooh,intense!i am loving this fan fic,it's so awesome!More Please!



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