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Castor & Ryan Hetfield tell it how it is; A slant on the Hetfield Family.
Topic Started: May 5, 2008, 5:06 pm (12,020 Views)
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Man, James went off the deep end :( Serves him right, though :ugh:
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Cali ended up being the all-time redneck as we became Southerners. She bought a 4X4 Ford F-250 truck, jacked up high. She was wild, and I knew that she probably wasn’t faithful in her marriage to Carl. Whenever he wasn’t around and she was with her female friends, she’d talk of how fun it was to “ride the cowboys”. Everybody knew what she meant.

But we were all too busy to pay too much attention. The farm was growing and expanding, and we were hiring so many workers that this was practically becoming its own town. Then something else happened: Cali learned how to make homemade jam, and it tasted so great that it sold! So now there was Brooke Finch Homemade Jam, the best within three counties, and was selling like wildfire across the state of South Carolina.

We built the Brooke Finch Jam Store and hired some employees to run that.

It was my job to keep track of some of the employees, so I didn’t have to clean Cali and Carl’s house anymore. I hired people to do that, as you can imagine. I was a farm manager now.

Chessi adopted a management role too, being the supervisor of all the employees in the stables and all agriculture. I was mainly in charge of those running the house and jam store.

Life went on happily, and our little boys were already developing their own personalities hardly out of diapers. Daniel already enjoyed dancing like I did, and Nicky already loved horses. He was our little cowboy, and I wondered whether Daniel would pursue ballet.

They were just nineteen months apart in age, and almost like twins. They were much closer than Cali and I had been!

“Well, I’m surprised Brooke and you ever got along at all,” Chessi chuckled one day.

“We didn’t get along until we became Jacob and Brooke,” I realized. That was funny!

Myles still visited frequently. We figured it was simply because he knew the secret and wanted to keep in touch with his old bandmates, but of course it ended up being more than that. One day, I was playing hide and seek with Daniel in the woods when I heard two people talking by the nearby stables.

“Brooke, we knew we were eventually going to break up because I want kids and you don’t,” I heard Myles’s voice ring out. “So it’s not going to work. Just stay here with Jeremiah.”

“Fine,” I heard my sister reply. “But I don’t want to lose you.”

“We’ll always be friends,” said Myles.

“But I want more,” Cali insisted.

“You always want more. Why is that? Do you never have enough?”

And I knew that that was the truth, Cali never would have enough, because she’d been so spoiled by our parents. Now she was going to jeopardize her marriage, and I’d be damned if she tried to jeopardize our farm too. That was all we had.

I watched from behind a row of bushes as Cali tried to kiss Myles, but Myles pulled away.

“You’re a hippie – what do you care about cheating?” Cali snapped.

“This isn’t right,” Myles insisted. “I’m leaving early.”

Rolling my eyes, I ran off into the woods to find Daniel. We learned later that Myles was indeed leaving early. I told Chessi why, and she rolled her eyes. We were both strongly against cheating.

Carl wanted to know why, too, but nobody was going to tell him.
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I'm glad the farm is doing well, but I hope Cali doesn't fuck up this up :blink:
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OMG! James has lost his mind and gone crazy, Cali's back to her old tricks again, good on Ryan he's a cool daddy!
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Finally, we discovered where Marcella was. She was back in prison again. She’d been caught in Millhouse, Nebraska, after bouncing around all over the country.

James wrote to us in glee:

Fran,
Glad Cella was caught. Needs to be taught a lesson. She killed our baby, she needs to serve the time. It’s for the better. But I still think Cali is alive somewhere. Not sure but going to find her. Cella should still stay in prison. I’ll never give up for Cali.
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Jaymz

So now Marcella had been caught, but Castor was doing a good job hiding. If James believed that Cali was still alive, why was he so obsessed with Cella serving out her sentence? Because the motive was there, I suppose?

They’d still have to serve even if they were still alive, I realized. The intent to kill was there. Plus two people really had died.

One day, Myles returned home from a vacation early. He had gone to Virginia to visit friends, apparently, and had returned home almost a week early. He was frustrated about something, and nobody seemed to be able to get him to talk about it. What was going on? I wondered.

He withdrew for quite a while, and everybody knew something was bothering him, but he wouldn’t tell anyone – not even Layne, whom he was close to.

Layne came over one day and told us, “I’d like to know what’s going on with him. So would Dad. We’re going to fly out to Virginia to talk to these friends of his.”

“Have fun,” I replied. Here were two more people, going on a quest for what seemed like nothing. I didn’t think anything had anything to do with each other for one second.

Stephanie didn’t like Layne’s plan. “Is it really any of your business?” she cried. “To go snooping around in Myles’s personal life?”

“Well, he’s all depressed about something, and we’re just trying to help. At least that’s what Dad says,” Layne argued.

I hoped this wasn’t going to ruin the band. If they took off for as long as James did, who knew when we were going to get back to business again. But Lars promised that if he couldn’t find these people, they’d be back in less than a month. How were they going to find them in less than a month without Myles talking about it?

Myles came over the house after Lars and Layne left for Virginia. He was drunk.

“Fuckers,” he said, sitting down in the living room. I assumed that he was referring to Lars and Layne.

I had an idea. Maybe if we got him even drunker, he’d spill the beans. Not that it was any of our business – we just didn’t want Lars going out into oblivion like James had and therefore ruining the band. So if we had to leak some information, we would.

“I’ll head to the bar and start pouring,” Steph whispered to me, and rose to her feet. When she got there, she turned to face us.

“Would you like a scotch, Myles?” Stephanie offered. And the answer was yes.

“Give the man a double!” I called out, winking at Myles.

Myles wasn’t going to resist. He pumped back one after another, just like his father.

When he was truly wasted, we began to give him the third degree.

“So why are you acting weird, Myles? Your dad and Layne are very concerned,” I began.

“I didn’t have a good vacation,” Myles slurred.

“Why not?” Stephanie asked.

“Everything went wrong. Everybody there is wrong. I’m the only person who’s right.” His eyes goggled, and I could see that he was unsettled about something.

“You argued with your friends?”

“Yeah, we argued. And she pissed me off this time.”

“Who’s she?”

“She wanted to fuck me. But it wasn’t right.”

“Who?”

“Cali. My ex-girlfriend.”

Geez. He really was drunk, wasn’t he? Here he was not even talking about his trip to Virginia, but whatever had happened with his ex-girlfriend that had been dead for years.

“Brooke’s married,” Myles continued.

“Who is Brooke?” He was jumping from Cali to someone named Brooke, and we had no idea who Brooke was!

“Brooke is married to Jeremiah. They’re married.”

“Who is Brooke?”

“My ex-girlfriend. She wanted sex, that’s the only reason why she focking invited me over.” Now he sounded like Lars, using “fock” instead of “fuck”. Man.

Why was he talking about two ex-girlfriends, one from the past and one from the present? We didn’t know any girl named Brooke. He’d had a girlfriend named Dawn a few years after Cali died, and they’d been on and off. They had broken up again recently, and Myles hadn’t had anyone else since. As far as I knew, he hadn’t been seeing anyone else when he was on and off with Dawn. So who the hell was Brooke?

“Are you talking about Dawn?” Steph asked, as though reading my thoughts.

“No. Not Dawn. Brooke. Brooke wanted sex. But she’s married! She’s married to Jeremiah.”

“Was Brooke one of Layne’s girlfriends?” I asked. You never knew with the Ulrichs! They weren’t the most moral people in the world, at least, that was my humble opinion. Then again, Myles had turned down sex knowing that this woman, whoever she was, happened to be married. Lars probably wouldn’t have cared!

“No! Brooke was my girl. You knew her!”

No, sorry, Myles. I have no damn clue who Brooke is, I thought. I guess we’d gotten him too drunk after all.

And why had he first talked about Cali?

I asked him this, and he said, “Cali wanted to fuck me. But it wasn’t right.”

We were getting nowhere. I was hoping that I’d be able to give Lars a lead, so he could get his little sabbatical over with and come back to us. We were planning another tour, after all.

But how could I tell Lars about any of this? Myles wasn’t making the slightest bit of sense. All I could think of was to tell Lars to look for a “Brooke and Jeremiah”.

“What are Brooke and Jeremiah’s last name?” I asked Myles.

“Finch.”

I wrote down “Brooke and Jeremiah Finch.”

“Brooke has the best jam in three counties,” Myles said with a laugh.

“Excuse me?”

“She makes homemade jam now. And she sells it. Brooke Finch Jam, or something.”

Ha! There was a good lead. I wrote that one down, too.

Steph whispered in my ear, “I think that’s enough for now. We can tell Lars and Layne this, and they’ll wrap this mystery up and come back.”

“Hey man – it’s rude to whisper,” Myles snapped.

“Myles, you’re drunk. Now why don’t you have a glass of water, and feel free to spend the night,” I suggested.

Myles did spend the night. He played video games with the kids, drunk as a skunk.

“Is it really that fun to be drunk?” Sweet Sue asked. I groaned under my breath; it wouldn’t be long before she was going to try all of this.

But Shayne broke in, “No, it isn’t. My parents were alcoholics, and it’s not a good thing to do.”

I smiled to myself. Thank God we had adopted this boy who was a shining example!
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Oh lord, Cali and Carl are going to be busted big time no thanks to Myles!! Ooooo Cella got caught then, well i wonder did she try to rat Castor out? we'll see i guess.........
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Oh shit, the shit's gonna hit the fan :( Stupid drunk Myles :angry
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I couldn’t believe that Marcella had been re-captured.

“What am I going to do?” I asked Chessi. “Technically, it ought to be known that Cali and Carl are still alive, so that Marcella can be treated fairly.”

“No,” Chessi disagreed. “It isn’t worth the risk. Didn’t two other people still die in that explosion? Plus you guys still planned to kill them. You should just leave things be.”

She was right. We had too many great things going on in our lives. Chessi was about to graduate with a degree in engineering, and I would end up taking over all the management operations of the farm once she got a job in her chosen field.

It was the ideal situation. I’d be home for the kids, but would still be rigging in a fair income!

At Chessi’s graduation, Carl and Cali set up a stall to sell her jam. Then I put the boys in their double stroller and we watched the ceremony. Would you believe that they sold every single jar that they’d brought to the stall?

Back at the farm, I slowly began taking over more of the operations as Chessi looked for a job. It wasn’t long before she landed one in Charleston, which was a good forty miles away. We had a Chevy Tahoe, but since she had a high-paying job now, she bought herself a small, economical Toyota Yaris for work commute. It was great for fuel, but didn’t take to the dirt roads of the farm as well as we’d hoped! So she ended up parking it in front of the house, walking to the car in her Wellington boots each morning, then throwing those in the trunk when she got to work and putting on regular shoes!

She was gone long hours and I missed her, but made it a point to busy myself with the boys and the farm. I was a workaholic in a different sense, you can say. (Plus we had so much more extra money now that we were able to build a pool and spa in the back of our house.)

Cali and Carl weren’t hard workers, of course. They were lazy, and because they had so much money from their success in the band, they just sat back and worked us, as you can imagine. But we tended to go to the Big House, as we called it, for dinner since they had cooks there and we were too tired to do any cooking!

One day we were at dinner at the Big House – me, Cali, Carl and the boys – and the dinner atmosphere was somber. Carl looked irked about something, and we hardly said a word as we ate. Chessi was working late, so I didn’t have much to say myself.

We finished dinner, then I took Daniel and Nicky home for their baths. After splashing around, toweling them dry, then drying the floor from the mess, I heard a knock on the door.

“Could you hold on?” I shouted as I rushed to get them dressed. Then, with Nicky in my arms and Daniel’s arms locked around my leg, I opened the door.

It was Carl. “Yes, Jeremiah?” I invited him in.

He took a seat in the living room, looking sullen. This reminded me of the day they’d first told us their secret about faking their deaths, the way he sat there slumped in the living room chair.

Finally, he asked, “Did Cali fuck Myles when he was here?”

Wow, let’s get straight to the point, shall we? I thought. But I didn’t know what to say to him. I had never really liked Carl all that much, and although we got along fine now, I wasn’t comfortable talking to him about private matters like this.

So I just stared at him for a while. Then I decided to change the subject. “Jeremiah, would you mind not swearing in front of my children? They’re not even past the age of three, for cryin’ out loud. I mean, Nicky’s still in diapers . . .”

“Okay, okay.” Carl threw his hands up. He and Cali didn’t like kids, so therefore they didn’t like it when people talked about diapers! Ha, I’d gotten him on that one.

“Sorry. I just thought you might know something,” Carl continued, but I just shook my head. I wasn’t going to get into this, and that was final.

Then panic shot through me, for the sake of the farm.

“You’re not divorcing, are you?” I asked.

“No, no. Maybe I’m just paranoid. I just know that Cali has been acting weird, and I just have a hunch that Myles had something to do with it.”

“Well,” I began, “I know Myles well enough that he wouldn’t cheat with a married woman. And that’s all I have to say, pretty much. Okay?”

“Sure.” Carl rose to his feet, bid farewell, and exited the house. I hoped no further incident like this would ever arise again.

But it did. We learned that Myles had nearly given our secret away while he was drunk and at Ryan’s house!

“He’d better do something to throw them off course!” I cried.

“Don’t worry. We’ve already threatened him,” Carl replied. “If he doesn’t, I’ll go seek revenge on him myself.”

Great. So now Lars and Layne were after “Myles’s friends”, meaning us. Carl could go after Myles at any given second. James was looking for us, too. What else was going to happen?

I hoped Marcella wasn’t going to rat me out. I was glad I wasn’t in Florida anymore! She had no idea that I was in South Carolina now.

Apparently Ryan wasn’t happy that Lars was out scouting for people. He wanted Lars back on time to start planning the tour, and felt that he wasn’t going to be. We learned that he had adopted another child. I wished that I could introduce my new family to his, but knew that it was impossible.

“Should we move again?” I wondered. But that was impossible, too. The farm was doing great, the jam was doing great, and Chessi was doing great at her new job. If Cali and Carl left, we probably wouldn’t be able to afford the upkeep of their huge house.

All we could do was prepare for a fight if anyone came down here.
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Oh shit, I hope no one hurts them :(
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Oh my good lord, this could get hairy!
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I was on the computer, looking up Brooke Finch Jams, but couldn’t find a website. There seemed to be directions to a store in South Carolina. At that point, I was getting ready to quit. I didn’t really care about Myles’s business – I just wanted Lars to get back here!

Suddenly, a voice over my shoulder said, “Stop right there. Don’t even look that up.”

I whipped around. Myles was standing there; I didn’t even know he was here in the house today.

“Look Myles, I don’t know what your deal is with Brooke or whoever you’re talking about, but we have a tour to plan for. I just want Lars back.”

Myles crouched down and whispered in my ear, “Ryan, I just want to tell you that I know where Castor and his family are. I’m not going to tell you where, but I never visited Brooke or Jeremiah or any friends that I made up, okay? I just saw the Brooke Finch Jams advertised somewhere and made up that I knew her. I have no idea who she really is, other than the fact that she sells jams. Okay?”

“Okay – so you never went to Virginia, or South Carolina to find Brooke Finch Jams, or any of those places? You just used her name for your story?”

“Yes. Because truth is, I found out where Castor is, but I’m not telling. And don’t you tell anyone either.”

“Is he really married, with two sons?”

“Yes. And now we need to throw Dad and Layne off course somehow.”

“And James,” I added, but knew that we couldn’t throw James off course without knowing where he was.

So we called Lars and Layne first, and Myles told them that he had gone looking for James!

“That’s why I was acting weird. I went looking for James,” he told them. “I don’t really have friends in Virginia. I did some sleuth work, thought I’d figured out where he was, and decided to try to find him. But I was wrong. He wasn’t there, and I’m just going to give up now.”

I had no idea whether Lars and Layne were really buying it or not, but Myles claimed that they were. Myles had been somewhat close to James, Castor had once said, and considered him to be his “favorite uncle”. So hopefully the Ulrichs would be okay with it.

I wanted Castor to be able to raise his family in privacy, so I didn’t pry Myles about where they were. I almost didn’t want to know, for his sake. But how were we going to protect him from James?

Lars and Layne came back. They seemed a little skeptical, but dropped the subject. So luckily that solved that problem, and even though Myles “hadn’t found James”, we settled back into normal life. James was still the problem of course, and maybe Marcella would give away Castor’s location too. But we’d have to take our chances on that one.
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Good thing the Ulrich's took the bait :) I hope no one gets hurt :(
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good boy Myles! glad Lars and Layne are dropping it, i just pray James don't catch up with em anytime soon!!!
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I passed the barn, getting ready to check up on the stable workers. But I couldn’t get that far. The loud noises of two people having sex stopped me dead in my tracks.

Did I really want to catch them in the act? I had no choice. After all, it was probably two of my employees having sex on the job, and they would have to be fired.

So I took a deep breath and walked into the barn slowly, trying not to let my feet crunch the hay too loudly.

I wondered if it was a couple of illegal immigrants. Did they not get fired for having sex on the job in Mexico? I thought, rolling my eyes. Maybe that was why they weren’t in Mexico anymore!

I hid behind a stack of hay and slowly moved my head to view them. They weren’t Mexican; their skin was white.

Unfortunately, it was hard to see who it was without exposing myself. So I just listened as the girl said, “We should take a ride in my truck when we’re done ridin’ in here. You’ll like it, it’s a Ford F-250 lifted sixteen inches off the factory setting.”

OH FOR FREAK’S SAKE. It was Cali, wasn’t it? Screwing around with some cowboy, as she loved to do so much.

I slowly crept out of the side door of the barn, and saw her big red truck sitting there. Oh, yes.

How long could she go on like this? She was going to ruin everything! I hated her for it. She hadn’t really changed one bit since we were kids.

I slipped away from the barn, trying to keep my composure. I had a job to do, and needed to keep from losing it.

Suddenly, a man jumped down from a tree and landed in front of me!

It was Carl, and he had a pair of binoculars in his hand.

“Jeremiah, you scared the hell out of me,” I complained.

“It wasn’t you, was it?” he accused. “Having incest-”

“THAT IS DISGUSTING,” I roared. “I would never do that! And I’d never cheat on Chessi, do you hear me?”

“Okay, okay.” Carl threw his hands up in the air. “I think it might be Tim Harvey. Her and her damn cowboys. I’ve just about had it with her.”

“If you two move out of that house, we’re not going to be able to afford it on our own,” I told him.

“One of us will stay. I know that. She would, probably, if you can put up with her.”

I rolled my eyes. How was I going to handle this problem?

“Can’t you guys get counseling or something?” I asked Carl.

But he shook his head. “No, Jake. I really do think it’s over.”
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Ewww, Cali is a little slut :angry She's going to fuck everything up :angry
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