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| My Darkest Hour; Het - Cliff/OFC Dave/OFC | |
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| Dave's Girl | July 11, 2012, 4:13 pm Post #226 |
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Sanity is entirely overrated...
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Sorry for the lack of updates! I've been having a tough time with a few things and forgot to update this yesterday. ![]() @CarpeDiemBaby: Ikr? Dave definitely knows how to please a girl. Here's more!@Lilith: Yes, Dave is such a sexy bastard... It does appear that they might have been seen.@Ozone_Baby923: Yes, she has to leave! Poor Kat. I think she might go to Dave's...@Gio: You're right! It has everything to do with that car Kat wasn't paying attention to. ![]() @Lucifer's Angel: Yeah...if her mom saw all of it, she is going to be in BIG trouble. @Wishful: Kat is definitely busted! Thanks for reading!@Cmania: Yup, the car was her mother's car! D= Hopefully, I will answer some of your questions in this chapter. Thank you so much for reading! ![]() Chapter XXXIX "Uh, what the hell?" I ask in complete confusion as I catch the bag mother tosses at me. "You're moving out, Katherine Smith. I'm ashamed to call you part of the family. What you did with that boy in public was beyond sinful. I've given you many chances, but this draws the line. If you decide to behave like a whore, then you will be a whore. Pack your things in this and get out. I don't want to see your face here again," mother snaps, a vein in her forehead throbbing and her fists clenching like she really wants to slap the shit out of me. Confusion tumbles down on me. How in the world could mother have known where Dave and I were? She seemed to believe my lie about the library last night. My feet stay rooted to the ground and I ask, "But how...how did you know?" "Abigail," mother says in that clipped voice of hers. "Go pack. Now. I want you out of here in five minutes." My reaction to mother is to just stand frozen with my mouth open. She can't really be serious, right? She's not going to kick me out of my own home...is she? The deadly look on mother's face tells me that she is indeed going to do just that. I force my legs to move towards the hallway so I can get to my bedroom to pack. On my way there, I pass by Lisa. Her expression is stony and she glares at me. Hope you have a nice life too, Lisa. Once I'm in my bedroom, I'm tempted to flop down on the bed and just think things through for a few minutes. Unfortunately, I don't have time for that. I have to get out of here in five minutes whether I like it or not. Frowning to myself, I glance wildly around the room and try to think of what I should bring. Everything swirls around chaotically in my mind and I can't think straight. Okay, Kat, let's get a grip on yourself. You're moving out of here for good. What do you need to pack? Well, clothes are an obvious thing. I hurry to my drawers and grab a few shirts, pants, skirts, and underclothes to dump into my garbage bag. You know, you'd really think that mother could have given me something better than a garbage bag to pack my clothes in, but apparently not. What should I pack next? Time is running out and I can't stand around here all day. My feet automatically bring me to the little mirror hanging on one side of the room. Underneath it are all the cosmetics and hair brushes I use. I dump my makeup and hair accessories into the garbage bag and realize that it's already full! Damn it! Looking at the clock, I see I have one minute left. Hm. I guess this is going to be as good as it's gonna get. These are my essentials...I think. Knowing me, I'll figure out something I should have packed with me after I've left home. Hopefully not though. Hopefully, I've packed everything I need. Before mother can come drag me out of my bedroom - which is something I'm quite sure she might do - I sling my garbage bag over my shoulder along with my purse and glance around my little bedroom for the last time. I never particularly liked it or the colors painted on the walls, but it is home. Sighing, I trudge back down the hallway. Lisa is still staring at me. She doesn't make an effort to talk to me though, so I don't bother saying anything to her either. Why the hell should I? Lisa's on mother's side as always. Maybe someday she'll learn to stand up for herself and hold her own against mother. Then again, maybe not. I enter the living room with my head down and go to the door. I stuff my feet in my shoes and suppose I should start making plans of what I'm going to do now. Just as my mind starts to blur with confusion again, mother clears her throat and hands me a wad of money, saying, "Here. Get yourself a good job and live off of that." My eyes widen in surprise at the money. This is more money than I thought that we possessed! Of course, it could all just be one dollar bills concealed in the thick wad, so maybe not. I open my mouth to thank mother, but for some reason, my throat is all choked up. I can't speak. Instead, I just nod, give her a half-smile, and then step out of my house never to return. I step down the driveway and feel mixed emotions well up within me. On the one hand, I should be excited, right? I mean, I've always wanted to get the hell out of here and start living by myself. However, on the other hand, when I imagined leaving, it was nothing like this. I wasn't actually being kicked out of the house! Oh well, it's really too late to think about this. I've been kicked out and now I've gotta make the most of my life. Where should I go now? Well, there is one obvious answer. I can go to Dave. I don't think he'll have a problem with me staying with him for a bit until I get a job and an apartment of my own. Hell, we'll probably both end up enjoying our time together. Mind made up about going to Dave's, I start the long walk through the neighborhood, across the streets, and then finally to Dave's apartment. As I walk, my thoughts center on Abi. I really can't believe she ratted me out to mother! How could she? I thought we were best friends! Now I'm seeing what Dave was telling me the other day. When he said the preachy people tend to stick together, this must have been what he was trying to say. Abi, mother, and Lisa are all in the same loop. I seem to be in an entirely different one. See, I'm not a preachy person like Dave had said earlier. I'm hanging out with him. Who did Dave say hung out with the musicians? Oh right, the whores. I don't really consider myself to be a whore exactly, but I'd rather be a whore than a preachy girl. Even though the walk to Dave's apartment is about thirty minutes long, it goes by pretty quickly. I'm still thinking of how the hell I'm going to make a living. My plan is to stay with Dave, get a job, and then eventually move into an apartment of my own if Dave gets sick of me. Hopefully, that won't happen though. My plan sounds pretty good, I think. Now that I'm at the apartment, I decide to just use the back entrance that Dave told me about. Matt's grown on me a bit, but right now I don't have time for idle chitchat with him. I need to see Dave immediately. He's the only one who can save me from my eviction. I try the door to the back entrance of the apartment and am surprised to find that it's unlocked. Pushing the door open, I slip into the hallway and take the dingy stairs to the upper floor of the apartment. I've been here enough times so that I know exactly where Dave's apartment room is. I hurry to his room and reach out to open the door. Surprisingly enough, the door's already cracked open just a bit. Is Dave having company? I thought he was having band practice. I peer through the crack of the door to spy on Dave and to figure out what he's up to. What I see in the room makes my stomach flip flop. I want to throw up and run out of here, but my eyes are glued to the scene in front of me. Dave is lying in the dirty bed with two completely naked brunettes lying in the bed on either side of him. One has long hair and the other has short hair. "So, Dave, I was told by your girlfriend over there that you wanted to have a threesome with us, huh?" long-hair asks Dave, giving him a coy smile. Dave reaches out and tugs on a strand of her hair before he smirks and says, "Ah, what the fuck? It was a fantasy of mine. I didn't think Georgia would tell you about it, but hey, now that she has, let's take advantage of this situation." Georgia, the girlfriend on Dave's right, reaches over and strokes Dave's back affectionately as she says, "I always give you what you want, babe." Dave grins and the other girl suddenly raises an eyebrow as she asks Dave, "Speaking of girlfriends, I heard you were going out with that preacher's girl. Katrina Smith or something like that? What was that all about? Have you dumped her yet?" "Oh, that's actually a really fucked up story," Dave starts out, making my blood run cold. I'm a fucked up story? Oh god. I stay right where I am, determined to listen to whatever Dave has to say about me. Dave gives the two girls lazy smiles and goes on to explain, "Michael Hill and I made a stupid bet. Whoever could convince the preachy girl to go to prom with him and then take her virginity would get twenty dollars from whoever failed the task. Well, I think it's pretty obvious who won the bet. Michael asked me if he could only pay me ten dollars if he convinced Katherine's best friend, Abigail what's-her-last-name, to go to prom with him and let him take her virginity. I said okay, and Michael did just that. I think he might've raped her, but I have no proof if he fuckin' did that or not, so I got ten bucks from getting Miss Smith to go to prom with me. Not a bad bargain, huh?" "Dave! You are such a bastard!" Georgia giggles, ruffling Dave's hair and leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. "So have you broken up with her yet?" "Well, we were never exactly 'together', y'know? She gives me sexual favors and she is kinda cute. I was gonna break up with her earlier, but I got too lazy to do it. One of these days I will though. Anyways, why don't you put that pretty little mouth of yours to work and show me what you can do, hm?" Dave smirks as Georgia and the other girl squeal in delight and literally pounce on Dave. Tears of hurt fill my eyes and I'm glad nobody noticed me here in the doorway. I silently step away from the apartment door and tear down the hallway with my face in my hands. There's no point in trying to stop the tears. They pour down my face as I whip around the corner and thud down the stairs of the apartment. So many emotions flood through me. There's hurt, anger, and most of all, humiliation. I can't believe I could've really thought that Dave might like someone like me. All along I knew he wasn't my type, but I had bought right into his charm and had let him make a fucking fool of me! Stupid, stupid, Kat! I burst out of the doors to the apartment building and out into the hot, summer day outside. Leaning against the brick building, I stare up at the sky and try to let the sun dry my tears. Unfortunately, they continue streaking down my cheeks and I feel like someone has just stabbed my heart with a dagger. All I had been worth to Dave was ten fucking dollars. That's all I had ever been to him and that is all I ever will be to him. All those times we went out together and even the night we slept together, well, it all meant nothing to him. ...It had meant the world to me. To be continued... |
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| Lilith | July 11, 2012, 4:42 pm Post #227 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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OMG! THAT TWISTED FUCKER!!! ;_; Oh, no, poor Kat! What is she gonna do? He ruined her life! At least she's got the money.
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| cmania | July 11, 2012, 5:14 pm Post #228 |
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ss..sspeacheless I know dave is well bad boy what can i say but he was a M*the*F*c*k*r !!!! How he could do this she didnīt do nothing to him more
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| Ozone_Baby923 | July 12, 2012, 12:09 am Post #229 |
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OMG!!!!!!! that just brought tears to my eyes Poor Kate!! grrrrrrrrrrrr!!! Dave is such a bloody bastard! hope things will turn out into good for her in the end!
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| Wishful | July 12, 2012, 4:42 am Post #230 |
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Holy fucking shitballs!!!!! DAVE U COMPLETE BASTARD!!!! Poor, poor Kat what a way to find this shit out. I hope she's going to be okay
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| Gio | July 12, 2012, 9:16 am Post #231 |
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Bad Seed
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BASTARD! and poor Kat Poor Abi too, that's really fucked up!
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| CarpeDiemBaby | July 12, 2012, 11:35 pm Post #232 |
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Holy fucking shit! I think we all are agreed, Dave is a BASTARD! I hate him! Poor Kat! What's gonna happen with her? More! More! More! More! More! More! More!
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| picklegal1 | July 16, 2012, 1:44 am Post #233 |
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Dat boi shit waddup
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i read all the chapters so far & they were awesome one thing about dave if i were in kat's shoes though.......
there got that off my chest......its getting awesome, keep it up
Edited by Lilith, July 17, 2012, 3:16 am.
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| Dave's Girl | July 16, 2012, 4:14 pm Post #234 |
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Sanity is entirely overrated...
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@Lilith: I know! Dave really did ruin her life, poor girl. ![]() @Cmania: Oh yes, Dave is definitely a fucker after all that. D: Kat will see him again sometime though! Thank you for reading. ![]() @CarpeDiemBaby: We all hate Dave now! Kat was so innocent and he ruined her. D= Here's more! ![]() @Gio: Yes, it definitely is fucked up. Kat has no place to go now! ![]() @Wishful: Yes, let's hope Kat will be okay! She needs a place to go! Thank you for reading. ![]() @Ozone_Baby923: Dave is a bastard! I think he needs to get hit on the head with that baseball bat. Here's some more! ^^@pickgal1: Omg, you caught up?!?! Thank you SO much! That totally makes my day! I hope you keep reading. ^^Chapter XXXX I don't know how long I stood outside of that apartment building and poured out my misery to the cruel world through the clear droplets running down my cheeks. Nobody heard my cries or paid me any attention. I suppose that was for the best. Finally, there are no more tears left in me and I can't cry anymore. The feeling of shock has left me and now all I feel is emptiness. There's a large hole inside me that used to be filled. Suddenly, I realize that I have an even bigger problem to worry about. Now that Dave and I aren't together (actually, we had never been together, but anyways), I don't have anywhere to stay. Damn it! All my future plans are ruined. What am I going to do? I don't know, but I sure as hell have to come up with something fast unless I want to spend tonight out on the streets. Just then, a large red bus stops not too far away from where I'm standing. I'm not sure why, but my feet are already moving and I'm finding myself walking towards the bus. As I walk, I frown and wonder where I'm going. A little voice inside me says to get away from here. It doesn't matter where I go as long as I get away from this town. I need to get away from my past and start fresh. Knowing I must look like hell, I flinch as I step up the stairs leading to the bus. I stop to talk to the driver and ask, "Where's the farthest you travel to?" The bus driver, a black man in his middle thirties, turns to look at me and says, "Well, we go to San Francisco sometimes." San Francisco? Hm, that sounds good. It's far away from here and seems like somewhere I might want to go. Suddenly, I have my heart set on going to San Francisco. Nodding, I say, "That will do. How much will it cost for you to bring me there?" The man gives me a what-the-fuck look and points out, "I'm not planning on driving there right now, miss. We just traveled to San Francisco earlier today." "I don't care," I press, unsure of why I have a sudden need to go to San Francisco. All I know is that it's the place for me to go and I need to get there soon. Pulling my wad of money out of my purse like an idiot, I proclaim, "I have money. How much do you want?" The man's eyes light up when he sees the money. He thinks for a moment before he says, "Two hundred." My eyes bulge; he actually wants two hundred dollars for a few hour bus ride? Well, fuck it. I have to take this bus! Giving the man a not-so-happy-look, I reluctantly hand over the money and hope that this is a good decision on my part. It seems like all my life I've been making bad decisions, so I sure as hell hope this one is a good one. Raising an eyebrow at the man, I press, "How long until we get to San Francisco?" "Well, I have to complete all the other bus stops first. So it will be a while," the man says in a straight to the point fashion. Seeing that it will do me no good to argue, I just nod and go to the back of the bus. Luckily, there aren't too many people here so it shouldn't take that long for the other stops to be completed. I choose a bus seat in the far back of the bus and plop my purse and garbage bag down in the seat next to me. I know I must look ridiculous, but by now, I don't care. I have more important things to worry about. As the bus takes off, I start thinking about what I'm going to do when I get to San Francisco. I really do need to find somewhere to stay for tonight. A cheap hotel will probably do. Eventually, I'll get an apartment, but a hotel will work for tonight. Tomorrow, I'll get a newspaper and look at the ads to try and find somewhere where I can get a job. If all goes well, I'll have a job by the end of the week and will hopefully be able to get a cheap apartment. If not, well, then I'm screwed. Now that my plan has formed in my head, my thoughts go back to Dave. Whenever I think of him, a knot clenches within me and I feel like I can't breathe. I can't believe Dave screwed me over like he did. Really though, I'm mostly ashamed of myself. It was so stupid of me to fall right into his plan. Why had I actually trusted Dave? Why for a moment had I believed he might love me? I try and not answer my own questions, but a thought keeps popping into my head. I had believed him because I loved him. It's true. My heart really had belonged to Dave. He was everything a girl like me could want. Dave was flashy, devilish, quick-witted, and an all around bad boy. There was nothing not to like about Dave. Whether it was my fault or not for being blinded by him, the result at the end of the day is the same. Dave never really loved me. I was worth ten dollars to him and no more. Now it's time for me to forget Dave and move on with my life. It's going to be a hellishly hard road from here, but hopefully, my heart will mend in time. I stare out of the window to the bus without really seeing. Suddenly, I feel tired. Really, really tired. For some reason, I think crying exhausts me. Closing my eyes, it only takes a minute before I'm asleep on the bus. Wrapped in soft blankets and lying against a warm figure, I really don't think that life can get any better. My head is resting on a fluffy pillow and there's a strong arm wrapped around me. I'm positive that it must be Dave. I mean, who else would it be? Tired but in a content sort of way, I close my eyes and just relax. There's no need to get up right now. I have all the time in the world. However, I find that I want to see Dave's face. I turn and push the covers back to find...Matt? What the fuck?! "Miss? Miss, please wake up," a voice says from what seems like miles away. Jerking upwards, I blink and realize that I was just having a dream. Clearing my blurry eyes, I see that it's late at night and that I'm still on the bus. The bus driver is standing in front of me looking rather irritable. I suppose I should be grateful that he bothered to wake me up for my stop. "Oh, are we in San Francisco already?" I ask, stumbling to my feet. It's been several hours since I've been sleeping. The man nods at me. Giving him a haphazard smile, I say, "Thank you. You wouldn't happen to know where the closest hotel from here would be, would you?" "There's one just to your right," the bus driver says curtly, practically tapping his foot impatiently at me. "Now, if you don't mind, I have other stops to make..." "Right," I nod, slinging my garbage bag and purse over my shoulder before tramping out of the bus with a sleepy expression on my face. It's late and so my only plans are to get a room at the hotel tonight. Everything else can wait until tomorrow. It's been a long day and I'm so freaking tired. I know, I know, I just slept a few hours on the bus, but that hasn't made my exhaustion fade yet. A burst of cold air hits me smack in the face as I step out of the bus and onto the streets. People are all over the place despite the time of day. Apparently, San Francisco is quite a bit bigger than La Mesa. Yawning, I go straight to the hotel and do my best to dodge everyone. Nobody looks at me or sends me a curious glance. Good. I push the door to the hotel lobby open with my elbow and pray that they'll have one spare room left for me. If I can't find a room here, I'm going to end up wandering the streets for a hotel room. Needless to say, that's something I'd really rather not do. As I approach the red-headed woman at the desk in the hotel lobby, I clear my throat to get her attention and cross my fingers behind my back. The red-headed woman looks up at me with olive green eyes and asks, "Yes? Can I help you with something?" "Um, yeah," I say, my brain not working too quickly at this time of night. "I really need a hotel room for tonight, but I don't have a reservation. Is there any chance that you still have a hotel room open for tonight? I'll pay extra if I need to, but I just really need a place to stay." "Let me check to see if there are any unoccupied rooms," the woman tells me before turning to her computer. As she searches the computer, I give her a closer look. This woman appears to be close to my age actually. She's probably in her early twenties or so. Um, I'm not sure why I'm noticing this. My brain works in strange ways when I'm half asleep. Finally, the woman looks back up and says, "You're in luck! I can give you room seven on the first floor for only fifty dollars." "Oh, thank god," I murmur under my breath as I dig inside my purse for the money. Once I've found it, I exchange the money for the room key and give the woman a grateful smile as I say, "Thank you so much. You have no idea how happy I am to have a room here." The woman laughs and says, "I'm glad to hear it. Enjoy your stay!" |
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| Gio | July 16, 2012, 5:01 pm Post #235 |
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So, Kat is in San Francisco now. As the story goes we know she'll bump into Dave again in there. But until then I hope her life turns for the best and not for the worse.
Edited by Gio, July 16, 2012, 5:02 pm.
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| picklegal1 | July 17, 2012, 1:22 am Post #236 |
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Dat boi shit waddup
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| CarpeDiemBaby | July 17, 2012, 2:05 am Post #237 |
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+2! OMG, I'm so excited about this trip!!
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| Lilith | July 17, 2012, 3:21 am Post #238 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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xD I wonder with whom she will bump into!!
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| Wishful | July 17, 2012, 7:57 am Post #239 |
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Ooo so she's in San Fran now. Meeting Cliff must occure soon I should imagine |
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| Ozone_Baby923 | July 19, 2012, 2:05 am Post #240 |
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woohoo! This is going to be amazing! ![]() Hope things are going to get better by now |
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Here's more!
It does appear that they might have been seen.
Poor Kat. I think she might go to Dave's...




I know dave is well bad boy what can i say but he was a M*the*F*c*k*r !!!!
Dave is such a bloody bastard!




8:48 PM Jul 10