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| Castor & Ryan Hetfield tell it how it is; A slant on the Hetfield Family. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 5, 2008, 5:06 pm (12,017 Views) | |
| Lady Hammett | July 6, 2008, 3:44 pm Post #196 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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As the van rumbled through the night, I lay, stiff as a board, trying not to cry. Who knew where we were headed. Virgil claimed that Stephanie and the kids were all playing Halo 5, happy as larks, not knowing what was happening to us. I wasn’t sure whether to buy it or not. On one hand, he was probably lying just to shut us up, but on the other hand, he was awfully old to know anything about video games. But who knew, right? We were packed together in the back of a large van that only had windows in the front of the vehicle. That sucked. If the cops stopped us, they’d never see us. I didn’t like that one bit. It was the middle of the night, and Virgil actually let us go to the restroom, one at a time, at a rest area. I wished a state trooper would come by and see how suspicious he was acting! I tried to make out where we were, without any luck. I could tell that we were on I95, but I95 ran all the way from Florida to Maine! So that didn’t help. He made us pile back into the back of the van. Not a soul was in sight. How could he get away with this crap? I’m not sure how, but I fell asleep at one point. My body was just tired, and probably took some kind of adrenaline dump. I couldn’t believe this guy was my grandfather. What kind of a jerk would do this to his grandsons and granddaughter-in-law? But then again, it had been known long ago that we had no right as Hetfields anymore. Which was fine, because we couldn’t stand the people in this family anyway! We had another restroom break around dawn, but it wasn’t at a rest area this time. We were now out in the woods somewhere off the highway. Virgil made Castor and Chessi go together this time, and told them to hurry up. I could feel that my ropes were a little looser to my surprise. This was my only chance. I kicked and struggled as much as I could. I had to get out of here! Then I took a deep breath and gently worked my legs through the ropes. Maybe I was giving too much resistance. I was right. When I calmed down and worked slowly, one arm slipped out of the roping, then I freed each leg, then pulled the rope off! I shoved the back doors open hard. That way if Virgil were there, he’d eat it. Luckily nobody was there. One leg lifted after the other as I hammered through the woods. I knew I’d get lost, but the woods had to end somewhere. Then I’d find the nearest police station. I just kept going in a straight line after I felt I’d run far enough. I prayed that these woods would end soon . . . |
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| Lucifer's Angel | July 6, 2008, 3:52 pm Post #197 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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Man, I hope he gets away fast
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| Wishful | July 7, 2008, 4:13 am Post #198 |
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Cliff and Lars Lover
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Bejeebus! Run boy run! |
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| Lady Hammett | August 1, 2008, 8:23 pm Post #199 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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When we were done doing our business and got back to the van, we noticed that the back doors were wide open. Virgil began to swear at the top of his lungs. I was glad that the kids weren’t around to hear it. But of course, I worried about what might be happening to them. They wouldn’t stay up playing Halo 5 all night. Ryan was gone. I was glad he’d made it out, but hoped he’d survive. And what about us? Would Virgil go crazy and hurt us? I was lost in my thoughts when, all of a sudden, Chessi drew back her leg and kicked Virgil square in the nuts! “OOOOOOOH!” He bent over, and Chessi kneed him in the face. When he hit the ground, I jumped on top of him and started whaling on him. It was two against one, and we left him on the ground bleeding. His keys fell out of his pocket, and I grabbed them. Then we rushed into the van, Chessi in the passenger seat and I in the driver’s. I turned the key in the ignition, pulled into drive, and slammed on the accelerator. We were on the road again! I nearly went into the lane going southbound, towards home. But then Chessi cried, “Shouldn’t we continue north? They won’t expect that, babe.” So I swerved into the northbound lane instead to indicate my agreement. I was shocked and couldn’t really speak, but was glad Chessi had had the guts to do what she did. We ended up talking, of course, about Stephanie and the kids. We wanted to go back and see if they were okay, but it just wasn’t a good idea. If we went back there and James and Cali were there . . . we’d never be able to rescue the kids. We were going to have to find help somewhere. I knew I was speeding, but I couldn’t think about that right now. I probably wasn’t doing my best driving. I was swerving in and out of traffic, and please bear in mind that I had no idea where I was! Finally, we concluded that we were in Virginia. We knew we were going to have to go to the police somewhere before we got out of this state, since it had occurred here. But that never happened. Instead, we got pulled over, and guess what. Virgil had told the cops we had beaten him up and stolen his van! And now we were going to get arrested! As the cuffs were slapped on my wrists, I couldn’t believe it. Were they actually going to believe this creep? I sure hoped not. |
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| Wishful | August 2, 2008, 7:07 am Post #200 |
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Cliff and Lars Lover
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Hey Lara glad to see an update! Christ almighty I hope the police will believe Castor and Chessi and where the hell has Ryan gone too? |
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| Lucifer's Angel | August 2, 2008, 8:13 am Post #201 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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Oh shit!
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| Lady Hammett | July 10, 2011, 7:16 pm Post #202 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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WOOHOO! Finally back! I know it has been a long time. And sorry to those that may have to start from the beginning, but I hope you like it! Here is Ryan's turn: The woods never ended. It wasn’t long before I realized I was lost. The best thing that happened was the fact that Virgil wasn’t around anymore – but I was hungry and cold, and had no idea where I was going! At nightfall I tried to make a lean-to with some branches. I didn’t smoke much anymore, but had at the family gathering last night. Luckily I had my lighter with me and was able to start a fire. I huddled into my lean-to and warmed next to the flames. Somehow, and don’t ask me how, I drifted into a restless sleep. When I woke up, I was brutally aware of the fact that I stank. I felt grimy, and my teeth felt like fur. Yuck. It bothered me even more than my hunger. And I couldn’t freak myself out about my family – I had to figure out how to get out of these woods! So I just kept walking. Somehow I ended up back on I95 again. So I looked like a bum walking toward the nearest exit. Geez – was I going to end up like James? I finally made it off the nearest exit into a town. It turned out I was in Mechanicsville, Virginia. By the time I made it to the police department hours later, my feet were burning up a storm. When I got to the front desk, I introduced myself, and explained everything that had happened. That, as you can imagine, opened up a whole can of worms. They were already intrigued at Ryan Graham from Metallica sitting in their office. Then I had to launch from one explanation to another about Castor and Virgil. I hated to expose Castor’s secret but for the sake of his and the rest of the family’s safety, I had no choice. I just hoped he wouldn’t hate me for ratting on him. I was surprised nobody took me into the station where things were more comfortable. I was sitting in the lobby as I told my story to an officer. Then he wanted me to write it down on a sworn statement. I began to write my name. Ryan Graham. Date of Birth: 7/5/89 . . . then I realized somebody was standing in front of me. I whipped my head up . . . and there was Virgil. |
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| Hawkeye | July 13, 2011, 1:29 am Post #203 |
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Blackened
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Just read this entire fic so far...love it! Looking forward to more
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| Lady Hammett | July 13, 2011, 4:34 pm Post #204 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Thanks for reading all the way through! Glad you like it. Now here is Castor/Jacob: I had Chessi as my witness as to what happened. The police ran the tag on the van and realized it was registered in my name. (Hours later Ryan ended up in the lobby to corroborate our story.) So, everything was fine. But would they find out that I was Castor Graham? That’s what I was afraid of, and so was Chessi. Virgil got arrested, thank God. I was almost afraid that they would believe him thinking he was this innocent, feeble old man. But he certainly wasn’t! I never did find out the story about him faking his death. Well, as you can imagine, they certainly did find out I was Castor Graham in the end. They found out that Cali and Carl were alive, too. So the murder charges would be dropped because nobody was dead. Unfortunately, I would have to go to court for escaping prison. Can you just imagine the front covers of People, Rolling Stone, and Newsweek? The whole scandal, of course, invoked national attention. Everybody’s lives, exposed. I faced the harsh reality of inmate life again, the stench and cold sterile walls behind those bars. All because I had been stupid enough to try to kill my sister years ago. It seemed like some ridiculous Lifetime drama movie now, but it was real. And Marcella was still serving time for it. At least the homicide charges were dropped for her. That gave her just a few more years serving for escaping prison. I wrote to her requesting that she take care of Chessi and the kids when she got out, if my kids were alive! That was the best I could do, and I hated it. My sons – if alive - needed their dad around. But at least they would have their Uncle Ryan. Wow, I got way ahead of myself, didn’t I? I left off wondering where Stephanie and the kids were. Nobody would tell me anything about them. I knew Ryan would write soon, but it seemed like he was taking forever. |
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| Lady Hammett | July 16, 2011, 6:12 pm Post #205 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I drove back down to the farm in the Ford Club Wagon. Castor gave the police my permission to retrieve it. I hoped Stephanie and all our children would be there when I arrived. At first I decided to drive around the farm since it was so huge. If I couldn’t find anybody, or hear anybody through the rolled-down windows, I would have to get out on foot. As I got to the back of the farm, I didn’t hear or see anything, but I smelt something burnt. I parked the van and jumped out to investigate. Then I noticed police were already on scene. Of course they would get there first – why hadn’t I realized that? I learned that three bodies had been found charred. Two children and one woman. Shit! “Where’s the other children?” I exclaimed. But they were still looking for the unaccounted bodies. I joined the search myself, starting with Zach (Virgil)’s hut. No such luck. I stayed at the big house, all by myself, keeping in touch with Kirk, Jason and Lars. I had no desire to speak to anyone else, so I didn’t. I waited for the autopsy results in a trance. I had to have Stephanie, Shayne and Sue’s dental records released. I prayed the remains belonged to some other woman and children. Who knew what Virgil had done? Nobody else was around at the farm. He could have killed anybody. I spent most of those days drunk. I didn’t know how else to cope, sadly enough. Then one day I received a letter from Castor. He wrote, Hey Bro. Aren’t you going to write to tell me whether Steph and the kids are okay? Worried sick man! I keep in touch with Chess. She will return to the farm. I hope you’re still there. Please take care of Chess, ya’ll stick together. I have court soon. If I get put behind bars I need you to promise me you will take care of my family. Cella will be out soon too. Please, everybody stick together. Stay strong. Love, Jake In my grief I had forgotten to write to him. I felt terrible. I wrote back letting him know three bodies were found and all they knew was that one was a woman and the other two children. I promised him that I would take care of Chessi, and the boys when they were hopefully found, and that I would stay at the farm until his wife returned. A few days later, Chessi came back to the farm. “I know in my heart it must be my kids,” she said through tears. “They’re gone, I know it.” “No,” I tried to console her, choking back tears myself. “I think you’ll be the lucky one. My Sue and Shayne were probably taken.” But this didn’t console her, and she got hysterical. “I’ve lost my whole family! Jakey’s in prison again! Danny and Nicky are dead!” As she broke down, my knees hit the ground too. All we could do was wait for the autopsy results. |
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| faroo7luvsmetallica | July 23, 2011, 1:14 pm Post #206 |
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Girl You Stank Take a BATH!
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Dang,this is getting more interesting by the second!! MOARRR!!!!!
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| thegoddessthatfailed | July 25, 2011, 8:22 am Post #207 |
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Bad Seed
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I absolutely adore this story. Keep it up. |
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| Lady Hammett | July 27, 2011, 3:29 pm Post #208 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Cool! Glad more people are liking the story. Thanks for reading. Castor/Jacob: I received a letter from Cali, and at first I didn’t even think it was her. It was mushy! Dear Jacob, I have never bothered with you much as a brother. I’ve treated you like shit. But lately we have been through hell and back together, from California to Florida to South Carolina. And I never really thanked you for that. I never really thought I’d share anything with you. We didn’t as children, but we definitely did as adults. I would like to declare Cali and Castor dead. They were two children that had too many problems and couldn’t get along. They were childish and immature. But Brooke and Jacob, the people we are now, have had to grow up fast. We learned the hard way. And I hope that Brooke and Jacob will always be friends. Dad is back. A shower and a shave had him back to where he needed to be! Lars, Layne and Myles all say hi. Myles and I are thinking of getting back together. Carl doesn’t talk to us much. He has hidden away with his parents. I don’t think he took to the adventure we all had. I mean, I know we’re divorced, but I hoped he could be a friend regardless. Oh – and I never thanked you for your kidney. I’m done with alcohol, drugs and random sex – promise. I hope you get out soon. I will be on your side in court. We’re all alive, and you don’t need to do any time. I don’t blame you if you don’t write back, but I hope you do. Your sis, Brooke I wasn’t sure what to make of it, really. Maybe it was time to forgive her. Or, like she said, bury Cali and Castor in the past. I was ready to move on it that regard. I realized that I hadn’t liked myself as Castor, at least not as the childhood Castor. He was a little gimp who couldn’t even read! But it was Ryan who saved me, honestly, not Brooke Finch and her homemade jam that was the best in three counties. At least she finally thanked me for my kidney though! Could we ever be normal adults? It just seemed too much after all we’d been through. Plus I wasn’t sure whether Ryan would approve of me writing to her, and I would always put Ryan before any of the Hetfields. Plus we had enough on our plates. We didn’t know whether Stephanie or the kids were. Didn’t she have any consideration for that? I was confused. I had no idea how to react to the letter. But I did write back. Dear Brooke, You’re right – we’ve had our differences. We should probably put them aside. I would like to consider that, but right now I’m just too preoccupied with the problems Ryan and I have. See, we have no idea where Stephanie or the children are. My boys could be dead. I agree that we are better as Brooke and Jacob. And I’m glad you’re thankful for my kidney. I probably won’t need it, especially if I have to stay here in prison. Sorry I don’t have much to write. I’m just too overwhelmed with the circumstances right now. We’ll keep in touch. Your bro, Jacob P.S. Are you really going to go back out with Myles?! I was surprised Myles would want to date her after he knew what a dirty hoe she’d been! But Cali – Brooke – claimed she had changed. I really wanted to get out of prison and see it for myself. Maybe she had changed. Maybe we could make up. But would Ryan go for it? |
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| Lady Hammett | July 27, 2011, 3:36 pm Post #209 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Mounds of dirt were thrown on the three coffins in front of us. “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust . . .” I could hear the words, but they whirred on like a machine. I was too numb to concentrate, because three people I loved were dead. I looked around at all the faces at the funeral. Mom and Walter stood next to Chessi and me. I could see James, Francesca, Cali, Jason, the Ulrichs, and Kirk and Lani in the distance. I had talked to Kirk and Lani but not the Hetfields or Ulrichs yet. I noted that Cali and Myles were holding hands. Then it was my turn to stand up and give a speech. Through tears I clutched the microphone. “Three dear people have been declared dead today,” I began, “And one of them was my beautiful wife Stephanie, my one true love, the mother of our daughter Susan. My brother Castor got us to call her Sweet Sue. Anyway, some people say that their spouse is their better half, and Steph was definitely my better half. She kept me together during the craziest times of my life. She was there when we adopted Castor. She was the one who encouraged the adoption of Shayne, Sue’s friend who needed a better home. Because of her Shayne flourished with our family. Stephanie was just like him when she was a child. We met when we were teenagers – we immediately rapported because we were both tall, both had blond hair and blue eyes. She really was my half! I can barely go on . . . the best I can do is embrace her memory, which will never be taken away from me. “Along with this terrible loss, we bury two little boys, Daniel and Nicholas Ingram. They were my nephews. Daniel took after me – quiet, reserved. He loved to dance like his father did. While I stayed at their farm, I remember taking him to his dentist appointment. He hated the dentist. He couldn’t stand people touching his teeth. The dentist told him he would need braces in two years, and he dreaded that. He hadn’t even shed his milk teeth yet! Now, he won’t need braces. “Nicky loved horses. Even at home he’d pretend he was riding one. I don’t think I ever saw him without a cowboy hat on. He slept with it. I remember when we were at the grocery store, it got caught on one of the racks, and he climbed the racks to retrieve it. All the merchandise crashed down. Luckily he wasn’t hurt, but he yelled, ‘Didn’t do it!’ His brother, the calm one, rebuked him for his behavior before anybody else could. Oh, I loved those boys. “The times are hard but the memories are strong. They are what keep us together. The people can be taken away from us, but the good times cannot. May they live on forever.” Then I stepped down and let Chessi speak. Obviously she was deeply pained about the death of her sons, but it was just as painful that her husband could not be at the funeral. And she included that lamentation in her speech. Later on after the funeral, Chessi and I stayed up late talking. Sue and Shayne still had not been found. But we didn’t talk much about that. Instead, Chessi groaned, “We were so young, Jacob and I, when we got married. We had to rush the wedding for Daniel’s arrival. We weren’t even twenty yet and suddenly we had a family. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.” “Don’t say that, Chess. You two were great parents.” “I don’t even want to start another family,” she cried. “Well, you don’t have to. But when Jake gets out maybe you’ll want to have more kids. You never know.” Chessi said nothing. It was bad enough that Castor still had to serve for the prison escape. He had been sentenced to another four years. That was probably a break, but I didn’t know much about prison sentencing. James and Francesca were dying to get back in contact with me, but I wasn’t sure. How could we play happy families after all this? And I’d never forgive Cali for what she’d done. She had caused most of this! I would, however, continue my role in Metallica. That was the only thing keeping me going. It was hard not knowing what happened to Shayne and Sue, but wherever they were, they would want us to continue on with the band. I did know that. Well, later down the road I got a shock. Castor admitted that he had been writing to Cali, and was thinking about forgiving her. I wrote to him that he must be crazy. Perhaps she did apologize, but I didn’t believe that she would ever really change. I didn’t think it was possible. Was it because I was only half-related to her, and Castor was a full-blood brother? I doubted it. She had never treated him well in the past. So we vehemently disagreed on his decision to write to her, almost falling out over it. Then again it didn’t help that I was under so much stress over not knowing where my children were. Could we all pull together? My mind was in too much of a haze to fathom such. |
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| faroo7luvsmetallica | July 28, 2011, 11:24 am Post #210 |
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Girl You Stank Take a BATH!
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Yay!Another Post I wanna know what's gonna happen next,hope Ryan's kids are ok! |
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