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| Castor & Ryan Hetfield tell it how it is; A slant on the Hetfield Family. | |
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| Lady Hammett | May 22, 2008, 2:49 pm Post #136 |
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The story poured out of my lips to Chessi that night after she came home from school. She couldn’t believe that I was James Hetfield’s son, considering she was somewhat of a Metallica fan. And that Ryan, the new frontman, was my brother! “So you didn’t really kill Cali and Carl, then, because obviously they’re here,” she said after I’d explained everything. “Well, yeah, pretty much. But I can’t tell anyone because Cali and Carl want to stay in hiding.” “Well, if they get on your nerves in any way, you can expose them and you won’t be on the run anymore,” Chessi declared. So either way, we were finally in a winning situation! That was true. I could have just pulled the plug on them both and gotten my name cleared. But with that being said, I had still escaped from prison, and that charge would still stand against me. I reminded Chessi of this. “But you weren’t in there for a valid reason in the first place!” she cried. “Yeah, I know. But I’m not sure if that would stand in court. You never know what they’ll end up deciding,” I replied. So it was better to just leave things this way. “Castor,” said Chessi with a laugh. “Your name is Castor.” “No,” I insisted. “Please call me Jacob. I’ve settled on that now. I never liked ‘Castor’ – all the kids at school used to call me Castor Oil.” “Wow, that must have been tough.” “Yeah. Anyway, I looked up ‘Jacob’, and the name means ‘deceiver’. That was why I chose it, for laughs. Then later I learned that the name ‘James’ means the exact same thing – it just happens to be the English version of the name. ‘Jacob’ is the Hebrew version.” “Well, I do like that better than Castor. And I like ‘Jeremiah’ and ‘Brooke’ better than Carl and Cali, for what it’s worth!” I was tempted to call them Carl and Cali. But I didn’t. We were Jacob, Jeremiah and Brooke now, and that’s all there was to it. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 22, 2008, 2:57 pm Post #137 |
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Glad that Chessi took it well
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| Lady Hammett | May 23, 2008, 12:08 pm Post #138 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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James went crazier than ever before. He started to believe the rumor that Cali and Carl were still alive, and decided he was going to find them! “I’m checking out of Langley Mental Home,” he told me over the phone. “My time is up in that place.” Was it possible to just check himself out of a mental home? Somehow, and I’m not sure how, he managed to get out, and begin his quest. Meanwhile, we were going on tour, so we just left him to his devices. “I worry about James,” Kirk said while we were aboard the airplane. “I can’t believe that he thinks it’s true.” I shrugged. “That’s his problem. What else can I say?” The tour went on, all over Europe and North America. So we just basically had no idea where James was during all this time. I wondered if his real motive was to go find Castor and Marcella. I hoped he didn’t find them! Though it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack if he did, of course. At each show, I wondered whether Castor or Marcella were there. They could have easily blended in with the crowd, watching us play. But I’d never know. I dedicated “Hold Me Dear” to Castor and his new family, for what it was worth. We did that at every show. When the tour ended, I called Langley Mental Home, but James still wasn’t back. I called Francesca next. “He’s in Kentucky right now, I think. He says he’s got a lead.” “I see,” was all I said. “And is that on Marcella or Castor?” “Not sure. I hope he finds them. We need to have a family conference over this.” You could say that again! Some family conference that would be. One day we were looking at family photos. Sue asked where Uncle Castor was. She hardly remembered him, but when looking at the photos, she realized he’d been a nice uncle. “I don’t know,” I replied. “I do hope that one day we’ll find him again.” |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 23, 2008, 12:33 pm Post #139 |
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Oh shit, I hope James doesn't go ballistic
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| Wishful | May 23, 2008, 3:58 pm Post #140 |
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Oh yeah if the Hetfield's got together James would murder Cali, Castor and Cella!!! At least Chessi took the news well, I seriously hope James don't catch up with the kids!!! |
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| Lady Hammett | May 26, 2008, 5:14 pm Post #141 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Cali and Carl sold their ranch, and we moved up to South Carolina. We were all acting like Southern people now, and had slightly acquired the accent. It was for our own good! We had a farm out in the middle of nowhere, learning how to grow our own crops and basically live like Amish people. If we could do that, we could settle here. Cali and Carl had the big house and Chessi, Daniel and I had a small house behind it. Each month, we’d sent Chessi out to get a large amount of groceries. We could probably hide out forever like this, considering we were so far away from civilization. I will say that I missed ballet. But we did have electricity, unlike the Amish, and we did have music, so I was able to dance from time to time. Besides, it’s not like I’d been able to do ballet in prison! Chessi rode horses, and I remembered the lessons that Lani had given me. Then one day, would you believe that we received a surprise visit from Myles? Yes, he told Lars that he was visiting some friends in Virginia, but instead came down to South Carolina to see our new farm! I hadn’t seen him in years, of course. He wasn’t very tall – but like I said, my biological family had some tall people in it, so we considered the Ulrichs to be short. So he was probably about average height for a guy. He still had curly blond hair, but he had a beard in addition to that. Cali had picked him up from the airport, and when I watched the car pull in, I waited on Cali and Carl’s porch. Carl and I were sitting there drinking a beer, Daniel was crawling around on the porch playing with toys, and Chessi was working at the stables. Myles flew out of the car as it stopped, not even bothering to get his bags. He came up to us and cried, “Castor? I can’t believe this, man!” “Ssh,” I hissed. “My name is Jacob now, don’t forget that. And this is my son, Daniel.” “I won’t forget your new name! You guys’ secret is safe with me. And I can’t believe you have a son now!” Myles scooped Daniel up. He cried a little at first, but then settled down. That’s what he usually did when meeting strangers. Myles was in a band called Red Tape now, and was still with the girlfriend that had “replaced” Cali. His girlfriend didn’t know about Cali and Carl. True to their word, they had only told Myles what was going on. He walked well for having a prosthetic leg, and played drums well too for that matter. He’d been the only band member left backstage that one time, and I regretted the fact that I’d cost him his leg. I had been mad back then, of course, that I had lost my kidney to Cali, but was way over that now. “Sup JEREMIAH,” Myles said to Carl, and we all chuckled. “You know that the name ‘Jeremiah’ means complainer,” I said to Carl, and we laughed again. I was getting really getting into the whole looking up names thing. So now, I thought, the Complainer and the Deceiver were sitting together on the porch. Myles was staying for two weeks. We introduced him to our new Southern life, preparing him a full Southern meal with fried chicken, green beans, mashed potatoes and gravy, greens, sweet corn and cornbread. This was life now! Myles, being a rich brat like Lars had grown up to be, originally was just going to give us money in return for his stay. But for a good laugh, we decided to teach him how to help out on the farm instead! It was funny seeing him wrinkle up his nose at the idea of milking the cows and feeding the pigs. It was quite a bit of humor at his expense, I must say. I would have loved to see Kirk Jr. go through this too, actually. He’d also grown up as a rich brat! But telling him about this wasn’t an option. We couldn’t even have Kirk and Lani over, and they really had become good ranchers. I’ll never forget when Myles stepped in a huge patch of cow poop. His eyes went as wide as saucers, and his mouth dropped open, and he looked just like Lars when he did this. It was great! “This is gross, man! I just ruined a $500 pair of shoes!” “Oh gee – ONLY $500?” I joked with him. James had never let us act like spoiled rich kids, even though we had been rich. He wanted us to act like a typical “average” family with siblings that drove each other nuts, I guess. I had never seen Myles being this fun, actually, so it was nice. I had always seen him as stuck-up and snotty when we were kids, and even though he was still acting like a rich brat, he’d lightened up quite a bit. The events in his life had certainly changed him, especially having a prosthetic leg, I’d imagine. I told him that I was sorry about the bombing and the fact that I’d cost him his leg. I thought he would still be mad, but his response surprised me. “Honestly, Castor – I mean Jacob – I kind of needed that wake-up call. I was acting like a real asshole back then, you know? Thinking I was better than everybody else. But I had to learn the hard way that I wasn’t. My brother Layne and I, we acted like our shit didn’t stink. But after that incident, it finally made both of us realize that we were both vulnerable human beings. Seriously.” Wow. I couldn’t believe he was being this forgiving. He told me that he had become “quite a hippie” lately, and was trying to make peace with people about things. He looked somewhat the part, with his long hair and tye-dye T-shirts! But he wasn’t hippie enough to appreciate the nature of farm life, I thought with a chuckle. On one of the last days visiting us, Myles had a warning to give. He told us that James was out on a sabbatical trying to find Marcella and me! “Well, I have no idea where Marcella is,” I replied frankly. “But he best not find me. Cos we’ve all learned how to shoot out here, and he isn’t going to stand a chance against us!” We were fair shooters now. And we were ready for World War III if James Hetfield showed up here. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 26, 2008, 5:21 pm Post #142 |
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That farm sounds cool And Myles stepping in his own shit was funny I hope James doesn't find them, it sounds like Castor knows how to use guns, and where is Marcella?
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| Wishful | May 27, 2008, 6:03 am Post #143 |
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Welcome back Lara! thanks for the update. That ranch/farm sounds heavenly! I'm glad Myles has chilled now, and is sorry. I agree with Vanessa where is Marcella? i hope James don't turn up or i can see something horrific happening!!! |
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| Lady Hammett | May 27, 2008, 10:11 am Post #144 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Haha. Remember, the story is narrated only from Ryan and Castor's (Jacob's) perspectives, so we can only know where Marcella is when one of them finds out!
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| Lady Hammett | May 27, 2008, 11:09 am Post #145 |
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Sweet Sue blew out all seven candles on her birthday cake, and we clapped and cheered. She had four friends over – Maryann, Jackie, Jon and Shayne. We knew Maryann, Jackie and Jon’s parents. But we didn’t know Shayne’s. He was unusually skinny, with ragged clothing, and that did worry me some. But he was a nice boy, and even though it was obvious that he couldn’t afford much, he had managed to mow lawns and raise the money to buy Sue a video game for her birthday. In time, Shayne became her best friend. He was always over the house, and since we feared that he didn’t have much to eat at home, we would always invite him over for dinner. He ate like he was starving on the streets. “This reminds me of the situation with Kirk Jr.,” Stephanie declared. “We were best friends, and I was dirt poor, living in a dumpy apartment with one of my mom’s ex-boyfriends. I’d run away from home. He was hardly home, and we had nothing. So I was always over Kirk’s house because he had so much money he didn’t know what to do with it. Plus he was always cooking, of course.” I imagined that to be true as I watched Shayne and Sue play video games together. We’d also made an arcade room downstairs for Sue, and they would play down there also. We were taking a break from touring and recording. Nobody had any idea where James was, nor Marcella. Francesca was in a frenzy over them both, especially James of course. He’d stopped contacting her for a while now. Something told me he was still alive, but probably crazy. And I certainly doubted that he had found Marcella or Castor. At least Sweet Sue didn’t have to miss Castor too much. Shayne had become glued to her side, walking home from Livingston Elementary with her every day. The school was right around the corner from our house, so it wasn’t a long walk. During the late summer days when the sun was still out for a while, Shayne walked home by himself. But when it started getting dark after dinner, we insisted on giving him a ride home. He was a small, skinny black boy who looked much younger than his age. He reminded me of my friend, Ben Jones, that had introduced me to Gunshot. So the first day we drove Shayne home, we were shocked to discover that he lived in the dumpiest set of apartments in town. These were literally falling apart. We asked whether anybody would be home, and he said no. Where were his parents? But we were too humble to ask. “Dammit,” Steph groaned as we pulled out of the apartment complex. “This is the kind of place I lived in. That’s why I hardly went home, just stayed over Kirk’s house all the time.” We learned that Shayne’s parents would go away for days at a time, leaving him money and to fend for himself. So you guessed it – our hearts were burdened, and we took the matter to court. We won, and Sue was delighted when her best friend became her brother! Helping kids was natural for us, we decided. And if for any reason I wasn’t in a band touring around the world anymore, I thought that maybe I’d like to become a foster parent. But that would be negotiable only if I stopped touring! I loved Shayne as my own son. How could people be so racist against having a friend of another skin color? I remember James’s reaction to Ben all those years ago. He’d hate it if he knew that I’d adopted at all, probably, let alone somebody outside our race. Francesca learned about the situation. She didn’t congratulate us, but didn’t really make any comments about the race, either. She hardly said a word, so I knew what she was thinking. It was stupid – she was Hispanic, I knew, but tended to pass off for white. I guess James had just treated her as white and didn’t regard the Hispanic thing? Or was he simply racist against blacks but not Hispanics? I wanted to know where he was, just to be able to piss him off by sending him a photo of Shayne! Making racist people mad can be fun, I had learned when befriending Ben. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 27, 2008, 11:19 am Post #146 |
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Poor Shayne, he seems like a good kid. Glad that Ryan adopted him
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| Lady Hammett | May 27, 2008, 11:35 am Post #147 |
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The next year, we welcomed a new addition to our family – Nicholas Adam Ingram. Nicky was the wild man compared to his older brother Daniel, who was quite mellow. “May they get along better than we did,” Cali joked when Nicky was born. But I couldn’t help thinking to myself that Daniel had a gentle soul, unlike her, so it was more likely to happen! Cali and Carl didn’t want kids, which was no surprise to me. They weren’t the parently type of people, and in all fairness, preferred to spend money on boats and ATV’s than diapers. That was fine – we may have lost money on diapers, but we could borrow their boats and ATV’s whenever we wanted to! Cali and Carl didn’t care to babysit, either. But whenever Myles came down, he did. He really took to Daniel and Nicky, and even began to embrace farm life whenever he was here. The next few times he came down, he was sure to wear old clothing instead of his usual Marc Jacobs designer clothes! “Sooner or later, we’ll get him into a pair of overalls,” I laughed to Chessi. We hardly ever took Daniel or Nicky into Cali and Carl’s house. They had an old Southern mansion that was once the mansion of a slave plantation, probably. Everything in there had been updated to perfection. It was pristine, and we knew they wouldn’t want kids making a mess in there. We began to hire more staff to work the farm and grounds. A lot of them ended up being illegal immigrants, which was fine. We all had our secrets, and we were all just going to get down to business and not expose one another! I wondered, should we send pictures of Nicky to Ryan, or just go incognito now? But we decided to send him photos. It wouldn’t hurt, and he still wouldn’t figure out where we were. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 27, 2008, 11:48 am Post #148 |
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Wow, they had another baby And this is starting to get more complicated :wacko:
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| The Lone Wolf | May 27, 2008, 12:22 pm Post #149 |
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hehe, go Ryan!!Ryan is so nice adopting Shayne And: Castor/jacob has another baby! Cuteness!!
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| Lady Hammett | May 27, 2008, 12:43 pm Post #150 |
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Shayne raced into the house with the mail. There was only one piece of mail on this day, and Shayne remarked that there was no return address on it. The envelope was thick, and “PHOTOS – DO NOT BEND” was written on it. I opened it and removed several photos of a newborn baby. I knew then that Castor must have had another child. He had. The boy’s name was Nicholas, and he had blond hair like Castor’s. Shayne sat down next to me as I went through the photos. “Who’s that?” he asked. “A new nephew,” I replied. I knew that it was time to explain to Shayne the crazy things that had gone on in our family. I started from the beginning, how I had left my father’s home, all the way up to adopting Castor. Then I told him about how Castor and Marcella had killed their sister, Cali, and Cali’s bandmate, Carl. They had done time for that, I explained, but had escaped prison. Now nobody knew where Marcella was or even Castor. All I knew was that Castor had married and had two little boys now. I also let him know about James, and how he had disappeared and was apparently searching for Castor and Marcella, probably to seek revenge. He also thought that Cali and Carl were still alive, and sought to find them as well. “Wow,” Shayne cried. He was only eight, and it was a lot of news for him to swallow. He had many questions about Castor, Marcella, and Cali. I told him all about Cali’s birth back before my ninth birthday. I also told him about the kind of father that James had been. “Yeah. My real dad was like that too,” Shayne confided. “I don’t even know where my real parents are now. They took my sister with them, I guess.” So Shayne was on the same page as us, considering how messed up his family was too. Nobody had gone to jail in his immediate family yet, though. If his parents were finally caught they’d face charges for child neglect, but as he said, nobody knew where they were. Was this the average family now? I thought to myself. Lost loved ones everywhere, joining up with other people in hope that they could be the family they never had? Shayne had found us; Castor had made a family of his own. Who knew what kind of people Marcella was with now, or even James. Or had they gone it alone? That afternoon, we had a surprise visit from Francesca. So of course we had to hide the photos of her new grandson, knowing that Castor’s secret had to be kept safe. Francesca told us that she had received a letter from James, with no return address. It was hardly coherent, and didn’t make a lot of sense. Fran, In some place Cav-something I think it is. Thinking about you. Don’t know where anybody is. Ate steak at a place today. I’m fine. Wish people were here. I worry, but you don’t worry, I’m fine. Love, Jaymz What the hell? I thought. He couldn’t be sane when he wrote that, or maybe he’d been drunk. It looked like a Kindergartener had written it! “Great. That hardly answers any of our questions,” I told Francesca. “We still don’t know where he is, what he’s doing – other than eating steak – or whether he’s coming back. We don’t even know where he’s going!” Would you believe that Francesca began to cry? I was taken aback. She was a hard woman, and I’d never seen her get emotional before. “He needs medication,” she weeped. “He shouldn’t have left the mental home!” “He could be drunk,” I replied. But I knew that James was probably losing it. A few months later, we received another one of his incoherent letters, but it made some sense this time. Fran, Found work gardening. Never thought I’d need work, but didn’t bring enough money with me. Be here for a while. Don’t know where people are. I like people here. I just need money. Jaymz If he needed money, why didn’t he give Francesca an address that she could send some to? I wondered. I guess he really was going crazy! It was funny how James had never wanted to act “rich”, even though he was loaded. James did not let me try modeling, though I’d wanted to try it once. He’d kept me out of the eye of the camera, and I’d lived like a shadow in an average-size house. I had gone to public school, and the other kids had ended up going to public schools, too. Why had he wanted to act so normal? You can’t act normal when you’re not like everybody else. We realized this with Sue and Shayne. Now that I was in Metallica, we couldn’t go on acting as though I were still in Plate Tectonics (which wasn’t as famous as Metallica). We moved into a larger, more secure house, and switched the kids to a private prep school. Shayne had quite a few adjustments to make to the rich life, as you can imagine. He wasn’t used to having a nice bed in a nice bedroom; he’d slept on the couch in his parents’ grungy apartment. He wasn’t used to getting three square meals a day or having the option of wearing designer clothes. He also took up modeling, and made it a goal to be a runway model when he became a teenager. He went from scrawny to normal build, and looked healthier in just a few months at our home. I knew that eventually there would be many scrawny, lost kids to take in and help because we had the means to. So it was funny how we had gained the world, and James had lost everything – his position in the band, his money, his family, his mind. Now he was a gardener somewhere, talking like a madman and hardly making any sense. I nearly felt sorry for him. But it was up to him to get himself back to where he needed to be, not us. After all, we didn’t even know where he was! |
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I hope James doesn't find them, it sounds like Castor knows how to use guns, and where is Marcella?
And this is starting to get more complicated :wacko:

8:49 PM Jul 10