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| Castor & Ryan Hetfield tell it how it is; A slant on the Hetfield Family. | |
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| Wishful | May 29, 2008, 11:56 am Post #166 |
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Oh Boy!!!!! Cali keep ya pants on for heavens sake you dirty hoe!!!! |
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| Lady Hammett | May 29, 2008, 3:20 pm Post #167 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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In the end, Cali didn’t care who saw her with her cowboys. She’d take them for rides in her huge truck around the farm. Though one day she roared off with a guy and never came back. “It was Tim Harvey,” Carl said angrily. And he was in a mood for days on end. We didn’t eat dinner at the Big House during those days. But lucky for us, he decided to stay. And somehow, he learned to make the jam that Cali had made, and continued to sell it – only it was now Jeremiah Finch Homemade Jam, of course! Most of our employees didn’t seem to care about what had happened, as long as they still had their jobs. Others enjoyed the rumor mill and blasted all kinds of stories about Cali around the farm. One man, however, seemed particularly unhappy that Cali had left. He even asked where she was. His name was Zecharias Tisdale (no joke), but everybody called him Zach. He was upset that Cali had gone, and I came to the conclusion that he was probably one of many guys that she had been screwing around with. Which was gross – he was way older than her. He was kind of the handyman of the farm, fixing things inside the house and around the exterior grounds, too. No doubt Cali had probably invited him into her bedroom to “fix things” a few times. He kept asking where she had gone, and I told him that I had no idea. He didn’t dare ask Carl, of course, but kept asking me to ask him! “He doesn’t know,” I insisted. So Zach said that he would simply wait around until she came back. “Don’t hold your breath,” I replied. Why would he want a girl that slept around with tons of guys and eventually just took off because she knew she could? I told him that my sister was a jerk, and he could get a better woman, preferably his own age. “She’s not a jerk!” he shouted indignantly, and stormed off. There was something unlikeable about him, other than the fact that he liked screwing around with young girls that liked screwing around with every other male in town that had two legs. But I couldn’t fire him for being a weirdo, so I just put up with him. At least he wasn’t an illegal immigrant! Carl was depressed, we knew, so we decided to invite him to dinner at our place each night. But, like Cali, he wasn’t a big fan of the noise and mess that the kids made. “They’ll grow up,” Chessi assured him. “Trust me.” “Too fast,” I added. “Too slow,” Carl joked, sticking his tongue out. But even with the madness in our house, he was happier here than wallowing away in his misery at the Big House. We had planned for a James Attack, actually. We built fences with barbed wire high around the exterior of the premises, and installed a security gate at the entrance to the farm itself. Chessi and I were good shooters, like I mentioned, and had our guns at the ready. James wasn’t going to ambush this place, and we’d make clear sure of it! Then we bought some adult pit bulls from the local shelter. Now understand this about pit bulls. They are actually very sweet dogs around people, and tend to love children. So they were like babies around us. But they will also do anything for their owners, including protecting them with their lives. Besides, pit bulls had a bad rap, so most people were scared of them. It was perfect – ideal pets and “guard dogs” at the same time! I hoped James was scared of pit bulls. But it didn’t matter. He’d regret stepping on this property, pit bulls or not! It was stressful though, because we kept predicting when he might come. In the end, I decided that we should not walk on eggshells. It was only going to drive us crazy if we did. “I think this house is James-proof enough. Now let’s try to get on with our lives,” Chessi said. And she was right. Metallica was touring again, we learned. Carl was going to see them, and asked whether we wanted to come. I didn’t think it was a good idea, so I immediately said that we didn’t have a babysitter for the boys. “There’s plenty of people on this ranch who can,” Carl argued. But I put my foot down. In the end, they got a group of workers to join in at the concert with them. There was a small handful, including Zecharias Tisdale. Chessi decided to go, too. There wasn’t any danger in her going, so it wasn’t a big deal. The concert was being held in Raleigh, North Carolina, which was pretty far away. They’d be gone for quite a while. I wondered if Cali and any of her boyfriends would attend the concert. They wouldn’t have the nerve, would they? |
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| Wishful | May 29, 2008, 3:32 pm Post #168 |
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Oh shit i can see Cali going and causing all sorts of mayhem fuck it!!! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 29, 2008, 6:24 pm Post #169 |
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I think I know who this Zack dude, I hope it isn't so, though
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| Lady Hammett | May 29, 2008, 8:09 pm Post #170 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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We set out on tour again, and Myles and Layne came with us. They decided to have a competition to see who could visit the most strip clubs on tour! Pervs. They invited me, and I immediately declined. It was bad enough that people in rock bands hardly had any morals, but did they really have to end up like Cali? Too many of them did. So then would you believe that they thought about taking Shayne? How ridiculous! As you can imagine, that led to a huge birds and the bees conversation with Shayne. I decided that I might as well get it over with! Stephanie got it over with for Sweet Sue, too. So both kids had quite a bit to talk about on that tour! We knew we would have to tell them early, because I’m sure you can imagine how people are when they’re on tour. There’s always somebody screwing somebody, on the tour bus, plane, backstage, hotel, you name it. And I knew they’d run into someone eventually. Steph apparently was surprised at how much Sue knew already. I should have known that; after all, she had been on a few tours already. Shayne, however, was new at this life, and I was glad that I’d been able to talk to him on time! I thought back to my childhood. There was no way I would have ever talked about sex with James! Though Mom and Walter had been easy to talk to about it. Of course Lars and Torben had probably talked about it like the weather, I assumed. After all, Lars talked about it with Myles and Layne like the weather too. I overheard Shayne asking them how Lars had given them “the birds and the bees”. But according to them, Lars had sat them down in the living room, popped a DVD in the DVD player, and walked out of the room! Then when the DVD was over, he’d come back into the room long after it was finished and asked, “Any questions?” Of course they hadn’t dared ask any! Shayne told me this later and I just groaned. People were so weird about this, yet they couldn’t seem to stop doing it. I abstained from the groupies, but I’ll admit, I dipped into the booze a little more on this tour. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was because of the stress of not knowing where James was, and whether he was going to find Castor. At the North Carolina show, I was blind drunk. Steph and I had been drinking with Myles, Layne and Lars, which hadn’t helped. Then Kirk and Lani joined in. We were backstage after the show, signing autographs, when a man came up to me and said, “Ryan, it’s Dad.” At first I thought, what? Walter was here? But Walter wasn’t here. He was in San Francisco with Mom. Then it had to be James, but this man looked awful! What had happened to James? He’d had too much sun, and his skin was wrinkly. He smelled, too. “Where are you living?” I cried. “Just drifting around from place to place.” “Are you ever coming home? Francesca is worried crazy about you.” “Not until I get to the bottom of things.” Whatever that meant. His breath reeked and his teeth were in awful shape. I knew it was James though, because his face had scars on it from the acne that had once plagued him as a teenager. He was the same height as James too, but skinnier. He looked like crap! “Man, you’re not living under a bridge, are you?” I asked, and was given a harsh, “NO.” But it seemed like he was. He’d burnt all his money on booze, probably, and was living like a bum. “Do you live here, in North Carolina?” I asked. “No. I’ve been moving around the east coast. Might head out to the middle soon.” So he lived somewhere on the east coast right now? I thought. Maybe it was Virginia. Maybe Myles really had had a lead after all, really had been looking for James as well as Castor? “Tell your mother that I’m okay. And the rest of the band.” “Okay,” I replied. He walked away into the crowd and disappeared. I was confused, but I was also drunk, so I just stopped thinking about it. I didn’t even bother thinking about how on earth he’d gotten a backstage pass, either. |
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| Wishful | May 30, 2008, 7:59 am Post #171 |
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Uh Oh that can't be good if James has caught up!!! sounds like he is sleeping rough thou! jeez be interesting to see what'll happen now! |
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| Lady Hammett | May 30, 2008, 12:38 pm Post #172 |
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When Metallica was in North Carolina, Myles paid me a visit while the show was on. I don’t know how he got down here that fast, but then learned that he had been driving all day. So that meant, of course, that he couldn’t stay long. “I know where Cali is,” he said. “She keeps calling. I swear, it’s like she HAS to have every guy she can get her hands on.” “Do I really want to know where she is?” I asked. Because honestly, I wasn’t sure whether I cared! “I think you might. She’s going to Canada, to visit Marcella.” I bolted to my feet. “TO VISIT MARCELLA?” “Yeah. Being a bitch about it too. I think she is basically going to rub it in her face that she is in prison for killing somebody that is happily still alive.” I groaned. When was this all going to end? I thought back, and realized that I’d found out about Cali and Carl still being alive AFTER Marcella left. So she didn’t even know that they’d faked their deaths! She was going to flip when Cali showed up. I wondered whether I ought to warn her in advance. But she was mad at me, and I didn’t want her to try to trace my call. I hadn’t talked to her in forever, and it would be awkward. Maybe I should go to Canada and try to stop her? But that would be hard, too. This was all going to fall apart, I figured. But I would do anything to protect the life that I had with my family. She wouldn’t dare take me away from my children; she knew how much I loved my wife and kids. But she didn’t seem to care about that . . . I almost wanted to take the law into my own hands again. I wanted to stop her, permanently, without taking her life? I didn’t know a good way of doing so, and it would still be a crime to hurt her. Finally, I made up my mind to go after her with what few clues Myles had given me. Myles had to leave, of course, but he said that he would have liked to join me. “You can’t. Your dad and Layne will get suspicious again,” I warned. “Hmm. I’m trying to think of a way that I can run off,” Myles said. “I could tell them I’m seeing a girl around here.” “If you do that, they’ll start following us around!” I exclaimed. “No they won’t. I have an idea. And I’m going with you. You need me to figure out where she is, exactly. She keeps in touch with me, remember?” Geez, he was right. There wasn’t much choice in the matter. Cali would keep calling him, and maybe tell him where she was. Right now, apparently, she wasn’t in Canada yet, but making her way up there. On the way up, she was probably messing with guys she’d met while on tour all those years ago. So when everybody came home from the concert, Myles had called Lars and made his excuses about why he wasn’t continuing on with the tour. He knew that Lars wouldn’t be able to leave the tour, which was going on for many more months. And Layne apparently had a horrible sense of direction, so it was unlikely that he’d tried to catch us by himself. I told Chessi what was going on. She didn’t like the plan, but reluctantly agreed in the end. She said that she would hire somebody to work overtime to watch the kids while she was at work. Thank goodness, cos it would have been near impossible to bring them along. So the next day, Myles and I got a head start by flying up to D.C., where Cali had said she was yesterday. Myles called her again, and asked if he could meet her there. He told her that he’d consider sex if she said yes! “Well, I can’t,” I heard Cali say (Myles had put the phone on speakerphone). “I mean, I’m not in D.C. right now. I’m in Ohio. So meet me in Millersburg, Ohio.” Great – we were both too young to rent a car, but Myles was still rich, so supposedly he paid the cashier $1,000 cash to allow him to rent one! I still doubt that to this day. He probably had a fake ID! We rented a Toyota Camry and drove the long drive up to Ohio, taking turns. We got to Millersburg and realized that this was Amish Country! Was Cali pretending to be Amish? I suppose it was the kind of place that she could get away with hiding. Our plan was, once we met Cali, to capture her and take her back to the farm. We weren’t going to let her go up there to Marcella. Now I realized that I should have brought backup. Cali was strong, and she could very well beat us, even though we wouldn’t like to admit it. But she’d bullied me as a kid, and I knew how brutal she could be. Cali told us to meet her at a hotel which apparently was outside of the Amish country. It sound like a cheap, sleazy motel, and I knew she wanted to get Myles in bed. “Okay,” Myles said when we got there, “Park the car and wait outside the door. I’ll prop it with something. When I begin to whistle, burst in, and we’ll take her down.” It wasn’t the greatest tactic, but that was all we had for now. There was rope and duct tape in the trunk, and I brought it out to get it ready. I hid at first, as Myles knocked on the motel room door. Cali answered it. She’d dyed her hair black this time, and was wearing cheap, revealing clothing. She was showing so much cleavage that I wanted to hurl. Why was my sister so slutty? Myles threw something down to prop the door, a piece of mulch or something. I then got out of the car and headed to the room. Myles and Cali were talking. He started out trying to talk her out of surprising poor Marcella, but Cali wasn’t listening. She kept changing the subject to them having sex. “You look so hot, Myles. Don’t you remember when we were teenagers, so young and fresh?” “We weren’t fresh. We’d slept around on tour and made a pact to stay faithful to each other. Only you didn’t stay faithful,” Myles replied. “By the way, how many other guys have you slept with lately?” “Not that many!” Cali snapped. Ha! “Not that many” probably meant ten or more. “Well, I’m not sure that it’s worth the risk of me having sex with you,” said Myles. “Yeah? And how many girls have you slept with?” Cali retorted. “None since Dawn. Honest.” “Well, I have condoms. I always have condoms. So let’s do it.” “Fine.” Myles began removing his clothes, or pretending to, then began to whistle. I burst in, and we threw Cali down on the ground. “WHAT THE F-” she screamed, but we gagged her mouth before she could say the golden word! She put up a good fight, like I imagined she would. She nearly got away, but then Myles knocked her across the forehead with a lamp within his reach. We roped her up, duct taped her mouth which was gagged, then threw her into the trunk of the car. We didn’t want to stay together, actually, just in case people had seen us. So I stayed behind and Myles drove Cali down to the farm. I stayed in the motel room that night after booking a flight that was bound to leave in two days. They were probably the most boring two days of my life, sitting on the bed in that sleazy motel watching TV as people banged and screamed in the rooms next to me! Just before I was getting ready to leave for the airport, the phone in the room rang. I dared to answer it. It was Myles. “Jacob, don’t come down here,” he was whispering, and his voice sounded strained. “Layne and James are here. I told your wife and kids to get out of there. Nobody thought anything of them, and nobody saw them leave. I told them to go up to you. So check into a bigger and better hotel, and call Chessi on her cell.” I hung up the phone in disbelief. Then, in a trance, I dropped down on my knees and prayed before calling my wife. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 30, 2008, 12:41 pm Post #173 |
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OH SHIT! |
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| Wishful | May 31, 2008, 6:58 am Post #174 |
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FUCKETY, FUCK,FUCK,FUCK!!!!! |
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| Lady Hammett | June 1, 2008, 1:25 pm Post #175 |
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“I’m going with Layne,” Lars cried, excited about the latest gossip. “No you are not!” I shrieked. “I am not cancelling this tour over some crap gossip, okay?” “But they’ve found out what Myles is up to! And they think Cali and Carl are still alive, down there at this farm? And James is down there too, I think. They also think Castor might be living there. Fock! This is worth cancelling the tour for!” “No, it ISN’T,” I snapped. “This is nothing but pish-posh. Has to be!” We argued, back and forth like this, for hours. Was this what it was like when he’d argued with James? James had been just as stubborn as he was, and I’d inherited! “Why can’t I just find someone to fill in on drums for me?” Lars cried. I was at the end of my tether at this point. We had argued for nearly two hours straight. “NO,” I insisted. “We finish this tour, then we’ll figure out what’s going on. All this can damn well wait!” Jason and Kirk agreed with me. Of course Kirk wanted to protect Castor, and luckily Jason just happened to agree that this was nothing but gossip, and not worth cancelling a tour over. “Fine,” Lars replied, “Fock! I just wish I could be with my son over this. Both my sons!” “No, Lars,” I said tiredly, “You just want to be a nosy dickhead, now just admit it!” Jason, Kirk and I all burst out laughing, but Lars didn’t see the humor. I didn’t care. I wished Myles and Layne would just come back and stop rocking the boat. I still didn’t believe that Cali and Carl were alive, either. We continued on, but of course Lars kept harping about wanting to go to South Carolina where this farm supposedly was. I hoped Castor wasn’t there. I also hoped that Layne was wasting his time down there with James, who was clearly crazy and probably living under a bridge (though he wouldn’t admit it!) That was when I decided that I really didn’t want to get involved in this, unless Castor needed help. Whatever James had cooking wasn’t any of my business. He was up to no good. When the tour ended, Lars didn’t even bother flying home. He flew straight to South Carolina – or, rather, since the tour ended in London, he flew from London to New York to Charleston. Stephanie, Shayne, Sue and I all went home, ready to rest and relax. Stephanie ordered a massage therapist over, and I sank into the Jacuzzi with Shayne. Sue went over a friend’s house. But we couldn’t relax for five seconds, could we? Next thing we knew, the phone rang, and it was Lars. He told us that James, Myles, Layne and him were down on this farm, and had discovered that Cali and Carl were indeed still alive! I didn’t know what to say to that. It wasn’t something I’d wanted to accept. “Are you going to let the media get wind of this?” I asked finally. “I mean, why don’t you just leave them alone?” “I would, but James won’t,” Lars replied. I could imagine that he wouldn’t. And Carl’s parents would be notified, too. Francesca was already on her way out there. I still thought that they should keep this out of the eye of the media. Cali didn’t need any more media attention than she’d already gotten! I thought. It wasn’t long before I received a call from Castor, out of all people. He told me that his wife had returned to the farm because she still had work, and since nobody knew her anyway, she felt that it was safe to go back down regardless of the ruckus. “I hope Cali and Carl don’t say anything about her,” I said. “Well, she isn’t going to tell anybody where me and the boys are, so it doesn’t matter,” Castor replied. “Okay. Just stay clear away from there – that’s all I can say,” I advised him. I was glad to hear that Castor was okay. But now I worried about how long he could go on without James finding out, or the authorities finding out, and whether his family would be ruined. |
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| kellyismetal | June 1, 2008, 2:37 pm Post #176 |
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moooooore more! I need more!
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| Lucifer's Angel | June 1, 2008, 3:22 pm Post #177 |
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Wow, the shit is really going to hit the fan
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| Wishful | June 2, 2008, 5:01 pm Post #178 |
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OH FUCKING GOD!!!!!!! |
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| Lady Hammett | June 4, 2008, 8:15 pm Post #179 |
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I wondered how long I could go on before my family was ruined. After all, I was in the Midwest with Daniel and Nicky, and my wife was away from us, down in South Carolina again. We missed her of course, but we knew that she couldn’t just take off work. We kept in contact, and she told me that although James, Myles, Layne and Lars were still at the farm, they weren’t suspecting that she had anything to do with me. Luckily Cali and Carl had kept their mouths shut, or maybe they just had enough problems of their own. Chessi debated over whether to stay at the house or at a hotel. But she stayed on the farm, keeping low profile by blending in with the other employees. James was happy that Cali didn’t have a problem with alcohol and drugs anymore. But did he know how much she slept around? I wondered. Carl’s parents were notified too, and they were angry at him for faking his death and keeping them emotionally distraught. But in the end, they were glad that their son was still alive and no longer had problems with alcohol, either. I moved into an apartment with Daniel and Nicky, glad that neither of them needed to be enrolled in school yet. If they were school-age, it would have been a living nightmare. I found work at a daycare center, because I’d always felt natural taking care of kids. Of course there had to be a background check, as you can imagine. I had established my name and social security number under the name Jacob Ingram, and they found nothing for Jacob Ingram. I was scared that they would uncover the fact that I had once been Castor Graham. But I got the job, and never knew how they hadn’t found that out. Daniel and Nicky came to the daycare center with me each day. I was put in charge of boys ages seven to nine. It made me mad that James wouldn’t leave the farm, even when Lars, Myles and Layne did. What was he holding on to? Was he just going to live there with Cali now? “We can just wait,” Chessi suggested. “After all, Cali will go screwing around and leave again, and then James will have to follow her.” “But how long might that take?” I asked. “How long can we go on with this living arrangement?” “Let’s just be patient. God will work things out, like He always has.” I agreed. And Ryan would have agreed with that, too. The one thing that separated us from the others in Metallica was our faith. Kirk, Jason and Lars didn’t really believe in faith, and I don’t think James did anymore either because of his childhood. But not everyone who believed in God acted like his family had, Ryan and I had reasoned. But we didn’t really know James or what he believed in now, so we didn’t ask. And just as we expected, the circumstances changed like we prayed that they would. Cali and Carl divorced, and Carl moved back in with his parents. Cali moved on with James somewhere. I’m not sure whether Francesca joined them, or how if she did. So with them out of the way, I took Daniel and Nicky back down to the farm. Somehow, we’d have to manage on our own, but we would. We moved into the Big House and rented out the smaller one. Our employees had changed. There were new people, and some who’d quit and come back. Zecharias Tisdale was one of them. I didn’t want to hire him back, so at first I didn’t. But then we needed someone who had a knowledge of the farm inventory and was able to do the job, and when we couldn’t find anyone else who was good enough, we ended up hiring Zach back. I hoped that James wouldn’t come back, but he didn’t have any reason to, so why should he? Just as he’d hidden us kids from the public eye, he hid Cali’s faked death and fact that she was still alive. I wasn’t sure how long he could go on doing it, but since he’d disappeared again, they were just other people in the world. |
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| Wishful | June 5, 2008, 6:03 am Post #180 |
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What the hell is going on with James? glad Castor could go back to Chessi though bet those two baba's were missing their mommy!!!! I pray Cali doesn't spill all to James and ruin it all for Castor! |
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