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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 (12,026 Views)
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Awww, Ryan's growing up :heart: I wonder how the meeting's going to go?
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Oooooo the plot thickens! can't wait to see what's gunna happen!!!!!
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Castor’s turn again, finally!

I clung to Kirk and Lani for the rest of the tour. Remember how I said that being the middle kid means you get the least attention? Well it worked! And I spent the whole tour that way, pretty much.

Well, until Metallica finally caught up with Ryan’s band! One day, I overheard Kirk and Lani talking about how Ryan wanted to meet up with them! And that they were planning to do it, backstage, on the first day that the two bands were on the same schedule!

I overheard this while going to the potty. I pretended like I really had to go to the bathroom but I didn’t!

And when I burst out of the bathroom at Kirk and Lani’s suite, I cried, “Guys, I’m going to meet Ryan with you! And you can’t stop me! Please, please, please!”

Kirk and Lani exchanged glances, and Kirk groaned lightly.

“Okay,” Kirk said finally, “This is it. You can be present with us, sitting down and not saying anything, but I can’t guarantee you that Ryan will be okay with it. Do you understand? He may ask you to leave, and that is up to him. And if he does, you must go. Okay?”

“Yes,” I agreed. “Anything just to see him face-to-face.”

So that was our arrangement. And when the day finally came, the secret I was harboring was killing me.

Cali was a bitch right from when we woke up, as you can imagine. As we ate a fancy breakfast at a fancy hotel, she kept eating off my plate. And Dad let her get away with it! I hardly had any food left, and was starving. I didn’t want to eat off Marcella’s plate, but she wasn’t hungry, and offered me her breakfast. So I started to spear some eggs off her plate – and then Dad yelled at me!

I threw my knife and fork down in defeat. Was this the way Ryan had felt, even without siblings around? This family sucked. If I were a Hammett, things would be better, I reasoned. Since Ryan had been close to them, had he felt that way too?

Even when Marcella still didn’t finish her breakfast, I still was not allowed to eat off her plate, even though Cali was allowed to eat off of mine. When the waiter cleared Marcella’s plate away, full of food, I was livid. I was still hungry, and my parents didn’t care. I hated this life, and having to live this way. Kirk had agreed with me that it was bad to be the middle child, but did it have to be this bad?

After breakfast, I immediately split from Mom, Dad, and their stupid family that was dominated by Cali. I clung to Kirk and Lani as usual, and told them I was hungry. They asked why, and I explained the situation.

Kirk groaned. “It’s awful being the middle child, isn’t it?” he said, and then we all went out for a better breakfast together. Thank God!

With my stomach filled, I hugged Kirk and Lani. I could not help myself as I uttered, “Guys, I love you. You’ve been the coolest parent figures, or whatever, that I could ask for.”

And they looked sad. But oh well, I had spoken the truth!

And they knew that we were to meet Ryan after the concert. I held my breath in the VIP seat as I watched Cali and her band play, then another, then Ryan’s band, and then finally, Metallica. When we all went backstage, my heart was pounding like a jackhammer!

I followed Kirk and Lani backstage. They looked nervous. After all, even though they’d corresponded with Ryan, they had not seen him in forever.

I sat down in a chair as Kirk signed autographs. Lani sat next to me, and we waited patiently. Eventually, Ryan entered the backstage area and started signing autographs, too.

I could not believe that I was looking at my half-brother face to face. I considered him a whole brother because of what we’d been through, actually, even though he was only half. I didn’t care. I felt connected to him even though I barely knew him.

We ended up in a private dressing room. And then Ryan came back to meet Kirk and Lani . . .

When he walked into the room, we locked eyes. We both had the same blue eyes and blond hair, and were tall. He said nothing for a moment, then turned to Kirk and Lani. He hugged them and started talking to them, but didn’t say anything to me.

I felt isolated and alone as they cried and hugged each other. Did I really belong here? Had I made a mistake?
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Wow, James and Fran suck as parents :angry I hope Ryan notices him :(
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Before the tour had begun, I’d managed to call Kirk and Lani at their house. I hadn’t spoken to them out loud in years, and the conversation was emotional. We planned to meet backstage, in a private room, as soon as our bands crossed paths on the tour.

My heart was pounding, and during the show, I counted down the hours until we were to meet. Then, after signing autographs, I made my way to the room we’d agreed to gather in.

With a deep breath, I burst through the door. There they were, sitting on a black couch together. I started to smile – then realized that there was a boy with them.

He had blond hair and blue eyes, maybe nine years of age, and my gut told me that he was Dad and Francesca’s son. Had to be. What on earth was he doing here?

Nosy parker, I thought to myself as I rushed into Uncle Kirk and Aunt Lani’s arms. I completely ignored the kid at first. Then the horrible thought rushed into my head that he was probably spying for Dad. Great! I’d have to get out of here, then. What a little jerk. After all, I just wanted to spend time with Kirk and Lani.

I cried in Kirk and Lani’s arms for what seemed like forever.

Until he spoke up.

“Um, hi. My name is Castor Hetfield.”

I slowly moved my eyes toward him. Castor – that’s right. Castor Oil, I thought nastily.

“Hi,” I replied, trying not to sound rude for Kirk and Lani’s sake.

Kirk had decided that we should all hang out around a local market. That way, we could spend quality time together but be blended in with a crowd.

He whispered in my ear, “That way, your dad won’t know what’s going on.”

I whispered back – Lani was talking to Castor at that moment, so they weren’t paying attention to us – “You mean Dad didn’t send him here to nose into my business?”

“No!” Kirk hissed. “Your dad and stepmom don’t even know where Castor is. He had to sneak here because he wanted to meet you. Let’s just say that you two have more in common than you think.”

I couldn’t believe that. I was still convinced that somebody had sent him here to spy on me.

We all went down to the market. I didn’t say anything to Castor, though he tried to make small talk a couple times over some of the items we were looking at. I just kind of nodded at him. I didn’t know how to deal with him, really, but at the same time, it would have been too rude to ask him to go away.

When we were done shopping, I decided to speak up, whether it was rude or not. I didn’t care. I hadn’t seen my aunt and uncle in a long time, and wanted quality time with them.

“Hey Uncle Kirk, Aunt Lani, can we hang out in your hotel room or mine if you want . . . alone?” I asked as we got to the back hotel doors.

Castor looked hurt. To soften the blow, I said, “Nice meeting you, kid” – and extended my hand.

But he didn’t shake it. Instead, he took off running into the grounds of the hotel.

I felt kind of bad for blowing him off, but what if he was really up to no good? I didn’t trust the Hetfields, and for better or for worse, he was one of them.
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Poor Castor, but I don't blame Ryan for feeling that way, though :(
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Awww poor Castor! :(
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I raced through the grounds of the hotel, crying my eyes out. He hated me! Uncle Kirk had been right – Ryan really didn’t want anything to do with us Hetfield kids, now that he wasn’t a Hetfield anymore.

The grounds were Grecian, and there were Greek statues and stuff up everywhere. Even statues of naked men!

A pool ran alongside the bushes and statues, all throughout the grounds, so the area I was at was very private and secluded. I sat down in a gazebo nearby, next to a statue of a naked man taking a leak into the pool (yes, the water was coming out of his ceramic penis! Gross!)

I must have sat there crying for at least an hour, when I heard a cold voice call, “Castor, you really are a faggot, aren’t you? Admit it – you’ve been looking at that statue’s dick the whole time.”

And then another voice, one much more familiar: “I know what you did, you little shit. And I’m telling Dad.”

I looked up and watched Cali, Carl and Myles walk up to the gazebo. Great!

“Leave me alone!” I shouted angrily, my temperature rising.

“You’re not allowed to see Ryan. You know that. But you did, didn’t you?” Cali taunted.

“I’ll never see him again, so it doesn’t matter,” I snapped. I almost didn’t care if she told Dad. I guess life was doomed to suck in this family, no matter what.

“Damn right you won’t,” said Cali.

“Let’s kick his ass!” Carl cried gleefully.

Myles hadn’t said anything during all this. He was more the follower, and unlike his dad, not a big talker.

Cali started first. She grabbed me by the collar, swung me against the gazebo, and I heard a CRACK as my head pummeled against it. Stars rose up in my eyes as Carl grabbed my arm. Then they hurled me into the pool.

Next thing I knew, all three had jumped in and were trying to drown me. Was I going to die this way? Castor Hetfield, the little dork who couldn’t read? Who was never going to get anywhere playing bass? Whose older brother hated him for being one of the “other kids”?

In the end, I stopped struggling. And around the same time, they stopped pushing me down under the water.

I sprung to the surface and gasped for air, trying to figure out where they’d gone. I could see a fight taking place at the side of the pool – and Ryan was there!

He had thrown Carl against a bench or something, and Carl lay there moaning. Myles was nowhere in sight. Now, Ryan had Cali locked up against the gazebo.

“I assume you must be Cali,” he said hotly.

“Yes,” Cali choked out. For the first time in my life, I had the glory of seeing her scared!

“You don’t know me, or remember me. But I remember you. I remember the day you were born, in Paris back in ’98. I should have known you’d end up being a brat.”

Cali looked shocked. I bet she hadn’t even realized that Ryan had been there for her birth! Neither had I ever thought about that, really.

Ryan was a big dude, actually. He was taller than Dad, and though skinny, was strong. He grabbed Cali’s arms and scooted her to the pool.

“Now, you have two choices. I can hold you underwater for a little while, or you can just make a promise never to mess with Castor again. What’s it gonna be?”

“I hate you both!” Cali spat. “You two should have never been born Hetfields!”

“Very well.” Ryan dragged her into the water and pushed her head down under the water.

I would have laughed if I hadn’t been in such alarm.

He raised her up, and when Cali came to her senses, he repeated the question.

“Okay! Never again!” Cali shrieked.

“And we’re not going to tell anybody about this little incident, are we? Because if you do, remember, you are the one who started it, and I’ll just make it clear that you three nearly drowned Castor. Your band will be over with.”

“Fine!” screamed Cali.

Ryan let her go, and she took off through the gardens. I realized that Carl had split, too.

I crawled out of the pool, faced Ryan, and uttered, “Thanks for saving my life.”
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Oooooooooooo nice going Ryan!!! haha Cali was good and scared giggidy!!!!
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Wow, Cali is evil, she's almost as bad as James :angry I hope Ryan and Castor will be friends :)
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After taking a hot shower, I dried myself, then wrapped the towel tight around my waist. Then I exited the bathroom and took a seat across from Castor. We were in my hotel suite, sitting at the kitchen table.

He’d showered first, and was already dressed. He was wearing a shirt that looked familiar.

“Isn’t that shirt Uncle Kirk’s?” I asked.

He blushed. “Yeah. I’m big enough to fit into some of his old clothes now.”

“Oh,” was all I said. Uncle Kirk and Aunt Lani had told me everything about Castor. I’d felt sorry for him and the way I’d treated him, so I had rushed out into the hotel gardens to find him.

I’d nearly given up until I heard a loud ruckus coming from the gazebo area. When I’d gone over there, I saw his sister, Myles Ulrich, and the bass player of their band basically trying to kill him.

I couldn’t believe what a bitch Cali had grown up to be. But even more shocking was that Castor couldn’t read, had faced the same crap about it, and basically had grown up a loner in that house like I had.

After some deep thinking in the shower, I had come to a conclusion.

“I’m twenty now, Castor. Why don’t I try to adopt you? You don’t have to deal with their shit anymore. You can live with me, and we can get help for your dyslexia.” Yes – I’d told him all about dyslexia and how it was apparent that he had it, too.

“Could you do that?” Castor cried.

“Yes. My girlfriend, Stephanie, and I are going to get married. We could bring the issue to court afterward. Or heck, why wait? I’ll start off getting custody first, then she can adopt you too.”

“Do you think we’d win?” Castor asked.

“Well, he abused you, didn’t he? Belted you?”

“Sometimes. But I don’t have the marks like you do.”

“It doesn’t take a lot to piss Dad off. Just do that, and he’ll whop you, then we’ll take it to court. How’s that?”

Castor nodded. “All I have to do is pick fights with Cali. Easy.” Then he looked deep in thought. “Man. What about Marcella? I’m scared that she’ll end up being Cali’s next target.”

“Well, let’s worry about you first, then if it looks bad we can try for her too. One step at a time.” I knew that it was unlikely that we’d get Marcella too, but for Castor’s sake, I gave him this assurance.

Castor told me about how Dad had never been happy about him playing bass, for some reason, and I told him the same thing. Another thing Castor struggled with was the fact that he wanted to take ballet lessons, but of course, Dad wouldn’t let him do that. But once when Dad was away, he’d managed to take the lessons, and had loved it.

“I’ll try to get custody, and you can do ballet when you’re with me,” I replied. “That’s bullshit that he won’t let you. Hasn’t he seen Billy Elliot?”

Now Castor continues:

We talked for about an hour longer, then I told Ryan that I’d better get back to our family suite before anyone found out what was going on. Ryan gave me his cell phone number.

“I’ll keep hanging out with you until our bands split up, just to piss Dad off,” I said.

“Get that whoppin’ so you can flee the coop, boy.”

I said bye and headed back to the suite.

Dad was there, alone. “Where the hell have you been?” he yelled as soon as I walked in.

“Places,” I found myself saying.

Dad went to lock the door. He began to remove his belt. “You’ve been hanging out with Ryan, haven’t you?”

Whether Cali told him or he’d figured it out himself, I will never know. All I do know is that I tore off my shirt and braced myself, enduring the marks of freedom.

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OMG how easy was that? I really do hope Ryan can adopt Castor poor little lad!
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I hope that Ryan can adopt him, poor Castor. I hope James doesn't start abusing Marcella :(
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After the belting, Dad made me go to the bathroom. He always says that when a child is punished, it's no good sending them to their room, because their room has all their toys, games, musical instruments, and other forms of entertainment there. So we're always sent to a bathroom when being punished. (There were three bathrooms in our family suite, so it wasn't a sacrifice.)

Well, should I say that I usually got sent to the bathroom. Marcella hardly ever did, and Cali NEVER did, of course.

I sat there for hours. It was a large bathroom, so I mooched around and looked through all the cabinets for all the little free shampoos and things you get with a hotel. Then I took a long hot bath, even though I'd already taken a shower in Ryan's suite. What else was there to do?

Finally, as I was drying myself, Dad banged on the door. Before I could say anything, he barged in.

I dropped my towel, but before I could pick it up, Dad barked, "Don't bother. We're both men, aren't we? What is there to be ashamed of?"

Ugh. I didn't want to be naked in front of him. I was too old not to be ashamed.

Dad took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. I just stood there. Was he going to belt me again?

"You know why you're not allowed to see Ryan, don't you?" he asked finally.

"Whatever it is, it isn't fair," I replied. I didn't care if I pissed him off anymore. He could beat me blue, and then I'd be freed from his custody.

"Ryan is a troublemaker," Dad snapped. "He never wanted to be part of this family. Even when Cali was born, he couldn't even show any love for her. He doesn't belong with us. I'm glad he dropped the Hetfield name, cos he doesn't deserve it."

Ryan had taken his stepdad's last name, Graham, and indeed was no longer a Hetfield by law OR by nature.

It was time to contradict Dad. I was glad that I finally had a reason to do it.

"You know what?" I said. "I don't think Ryan is a troublemaker. I think he's just like me. He's had trouble reading, and nobody cared enough to help him until he got out of THIS FAMILY and somebody finally did! And so what he never liked Cali? NEITHER DO I! She bullies me around, she's a bitch, and all you care about is her! You hardly care about me or Marcella, do you? I'm sorry that I can't be the son you want me to be. But I don't care. I wish I wasn't a Hetfield!"

Then I braced myself for his retaliation.
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Go Castor! :horns2
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