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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 (12,025 Views) | |
| Wishful | May 14, 2008, 4:34 am Post #76 |
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OOOWWWW this is going to hurt like hell, poor Castor! |
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| Lady Hammett | May 14, 2008, 9:40 am Post #77 |
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Uncle Kirk, Aunt Lani and I sped down to the hospital at top speed. They were patient people, but I wasn’t. “Come on!” I yelled at the traffic. When we got there, we raced up to the floor that Castor was on and asked which room he was in. Then, in a daze, we navigated our way through the halls until we got to his room. This was my band’s last show on the tour, thankfully. But it wasn’t for Metallica. They’d be leaving in a few hours. Castor and Dad had gotten in to a fight, and Dad had beat him senseless. Then Dad said: “If you don’t want to be a Hetfield, you can fucking stay with Ryan. We’re moving on.” Yes – he was so mad that he was just going to move on with the tour and leave Castor with me. Good. That meant that I’d get custody of him for sure! The bad news was this: There was too much red tape for Dad – actually, I am not going to call him Dad any longer, I will call him James – to be arrested. The beating had happened here in England, but Metallica would be moving on to Germany. No cops would be following them there. I tried to get the police to respond here, but it was too late. Kirk stayed for a little while, and Lani decided to stick around for Castor and me. Then of course Kirk had to go. “I hate this,” Kirk groaned. “I can’t believe he’s getting away with this. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” Lani and I said nothing. Castor was unconscious, covered in bruises. In the end, Lani muttered, “Just go, honey. I’ll see you back home.” The days went on, and Castor got better. James left England quickly and evaded the law, just as we thought he would. We watched Castor improve. James had shoved him, I guess, and he had twisted his ankle as a result. As we watched him learn to walk again, we broke into tears. I’m not much of a hugger; James and Francesca certainly weren’t. And I don’t think Castor had been raised in a huggy home, either. But as he walked toward me with a big smile on his face, my heart warmed. I threw my arms around him. When he was finally released from hospital, Lani and I took him back to San Francisco. I was planning on moving from Australia back to San Francisco, and Mom and Dad (Walter) were considering moving there too. Stephanie and I were going to get married soon, and Kirk Jr. was thrilled. But the first thing was first, and that was gaining custody of Castor. As the court case rolled around, after Metallica got off their tour, I learned that James had changed his mind. He was sorry for what he had done, and wanted Castor back. But we had photos of Castor’s injuries, and they were shown in court. Too bad this was a custody case and not a sentencing for James. Like I said, because of all the red tape, James would not be punished for his crime. That pissed me off. But then the anger went away, because at the end of the court case, I won custody of Castor! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 14, 2008, 9:44 am Post #78 |
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All right! Go Ryan! :horns2 |
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| Wishful | May 14, 2008, 1:03 pm Post #79 |
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YES! YES! YES! Nice one Ryan!!! |
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| Lady Hammett | May 15, 2008, 11:29 am Post #80 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I sailed across the dance floor like a swan, flying in a world of my own. The cameras chased my every move. I had gotten so good at ballet that I had been in several competitions, and this was the nationals. Ryan and Stephanie figured I’d get famous. They were going to get married soon, and I was going to be the ring bearer at their wedding. We were all excited. Stephanie was funny, and I loved her very much. She was the best friend of Kirk Jr., one of Ryan’s closest friends. She was tall like Ryan, almost as tall as he was – according to Kirk Jr. she’d always been really tall. She also had long blond hair and blue eyes. I could pass for their son, I laughed to myself, and they treated me as their own. Now they were watching me at the nationals, cheering me on somewhere back in the stands. Ballet was my life now. I was almost ten, and generally the younger a person is, the more likely they are to succeed in ballet. Uncle Kirk and Aunt Lani had said that they would join Ryan and Stephanie in the audience, so I anticipated them watching too. Thank freakin goodness that I wasn’t at Dad’s house anymore. Dad would never have allowed me to succeed in ballet. He didn’t even care whether I succeeded playing bass or not. Mom tried to call every now and again. Sometimes I talked to her, and she was glad that I was doing well at school and with ballet. Oh yeah – I forgot to mention that I was finally learning how to read, right? That yes, I did have dyslexia, and was learning to cope with it? I was so happy about that. But talking to Mom wasn’t easy. She was still Dad’s husband and Cali’s mother. So we didn’t talk about Dad or Cali, but we talked about Marcella a lot. I hoped that she wasn’t getting bullied by Cali or Dad, but I knew Mom would never tell me if she was. So whenever Mom called, I asked her if I could speak to Marcella. But Marcella didn’t talk much, as if she were afraid to. That was when I knew that Dad must have been over her shoulder as she talked to me. Ugh! My heart went out to her, and I was frustrated that I’d never know if she was okay. I asked Uncle Kirk and Aunt Lani if they would keep an eye on her. But they said that because of Ryan and me having been so close to them, Dad was mad about that, and he wasn’t going to let Marcella “go down the same path”. That pissed me off, as you can imagine. Who was going to make sure she was okay? Anyway, getting back to the nationals, I came in second. So that basically meant that I could move on to international competitions! I was living a great life now, and I loved every second of it. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 15, 2008, 11:40 am Post #81 |
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Good to hear that everyone is doing well I do hope that James isn't taking it out on Marcella, though. It's awesome that Castor is a dancer, he sounds really good at it :horns2
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| Wishful | May 15, 2008, 2:08 pm Post #82 |
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Wooooo well done Castor! i hope Cella isn't being beaten poor little flower! |
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| Lady Hammett | May 15, 2008, 4:26 pm Post #83 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Stephanie and I began to plan our wedding. We knew we’d invite Mom and my dad, Walter. She had found her dad in her teenage (her mom had driven him away when she was little) and was inviting him. But she wasn’t sure whether to invite her mother, whom she did not get along with. I wondered whether I should invite the Hetfields. I didn’t consider them family anymore, but Castor was hoping Marcella would be able to come. In the end, I decided no. I couldn’t invite Marcella but not the others. And besides, they wouldn’t let her go anyway. Stephanie did invite her mom though. We decided to invite Uncle Kirk and Aunt Lani, and risk inviting Kirk Jr. too. We knew though, that there was no way we could invite his dad, even if we wished we could! “That sucks,” said Steph. “I mean, even though he wasn’t the greatest father to begin with, he was like the dad I never had. Until I met my real dad, of course. And then he ended up being a good dad . . . it just sucks.” “I know it does,” I replied, “But we can’t have two Kirk Hammetts running around at the wedding, can we? They’ll freak each other out!” We had our wedding in Monterrey, California. Our honeymoon took place in New Zealand. Uncle Kirk and Aunt Lani came over our house to watch Castor. I have no idea how they pulled it off without James and Francesca finding out, but I think they did! We got home and saw them running around in the front yard with a football. They were so happy, and I thought, life can only get better than this. __________________________________________________________________ Three years later, we were standing at St. Matthew’s Hospital. Stephanie was lying in bed, and Castor and I continued to encourage her. No, she wasn’t sick or injured. She was about to give birth to our first child. We all clapped for joy when our daughter, Susan Ann, came into the world. I was the first to hold her. As she was placed in my arms, I looked at her pale skin and soft blond hair. Then my mind went back to 1998, when I held my half-sister Cali in my arms. I had thought that she was cute, but couldn’t possibly love her, that maybe when I had my own child, I would feel the same way as James and Francesca did? And I did. I loved her with all my heart. Castor loved her too. He was almost thirteen now, tall and lanky, and had boasted two small chin hairs that had emerged. He began to call the baby “Sweet Sue”, and it stuck. Now we were all calling her that. Even Uncle Kirk and Aunt Lani, her new godparents, began to call her that. Around the time of our wedding, they had tried to have children of their own, but it didn’t work out. The doctor said that they were too old, and although that was a vague diagnosis, they decided to accept it. Now, they were happy to be Susan’s godparents instead. Castor was already a world-famous dancer now. His mom still kept in touch with him. His sister Cali – my half-sister – had made great success with her band. They were getting almost as famous as Metallica now. Of course, Cali had gone wild with the drugs and alcohol. Were her parents not paying attention to the fact that their teenager had a serious problem already? But Castor wasn’t jealous anymore about not getting anywhere with his bass. He was certainly making it as a dancer, and that was all that mattered. He even tried to dance with little Susan! “Castor, give it time,” I laughed. “You’ll be able to teach her dance moves when she’s older.” One day, the phone rang, and Castor answered it. Then he called, “Hey bro! Phone for you!” I picked it up. “Hello?” “Ryan?” “Yes?” “It’s your father.” His stern voice made me realize that this was not Walter, but James. “Umm . . .” I got nervous. Suddenly, I was in the past, with his belt poised over me, ready to cut my skin over and over. “Look, I just want to congratulate you on the baby. I read about it in a magazine. I wish you’d called. I’d really like to see her.” “N-No,” I stammered. He wasn’t coming anywhere near my little Sweet Sue. “I think you should reconsider. Was that Castor on the phone, by the way? His voice is starting to change. I haven’t heard him talk in forever. I’ve only seen him dancing on the TV.” “James, I have to go,” I choked out. I began to hang up the phone as he yelled and screamed at me. “HOW DARE YOU CALL ME JAMES! I’M YOUR FATHER!” Castor stood in the doorway. “W-Was that him?” His voice hit the rafters on that one. In a few years, it would level out, I thought to myself. “Don’t worry,” I answered. “He’s not coming near any of us.” |
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| The Lone Wolf | May 16, 2008, 5:22 am Post #84 |
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I feel there's trouble coming... Keep going! :horns2
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 16, 2008, 9:00 am Post #85 |
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Ditto, but Sweet Sue sounds like a cute baby Does James have any idea what Cali is up to, or is he in denial? Can't wait to read more.
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| Wishful | May 16, 2008, 11:25 am Post #86 |
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Ooooo James get lost! uumm i'm curious how did Kirk react to seeing Kirk jr? love to know must admit! |
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| Lady Hammett | May 16, 2008, 1:08 pm Post #87 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Well, for now we can say that Kirk is not suspicious, but you've certainly given me an idea for the future of the story . . .
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| Lady Hammett | May 16, 2008, 1:26 pm Post #88 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I couldn’t believe Dad had called. What was he trying to pull? He didn’t really want to be a part of this family! One day I was rocking Sweet Sue to sleep and I thought, was Cali this sweet once? Or was she just a handful as a baby like she is now? She was crazy by her teens. The fame had gotten to her head, and she was wilder than any of Metallica’s members had ever been. At the Rock of Ages Festival, she undid her blouse onstage, removed her bra, and flapped her boobs around in some guy’s face. Gross! I didn’t even WANT to know what kind of sexually transmitted diseases she had. The madness didn’t stop there. At another show, she didn’t remove her shirt, but she did manage to get her bra out of there, then she burned it right there onstage. At another show, she claimed that she was going to eat her bra – but didn’t succeed. She basically just ripped it to pieces with her teeth. What was with her and bras? Was this a neo-feminist movement or something? Or was she just high? It made me mad. I would never go that crazy; drugs were out of the question. I didn’t even smoke or drink, or go running around after the girls like she did with the boys. Yet Dad still liked her the best, and I was nothing to him. I didn’t think I would ever be able to forgive him for that, because it just wasn’t fair. Around the age of fifteen, she and Myles suddenly stopped sleeping around with groupies and started going out with each other, saying that they were committed to one another now. I bet they were sick of getting STD’s, or had an AIDS scare or something, but of course they were never going to let the media get wind of that! Cali and Carl had sent me plenty of mail telling me what a homo I looked like while I was dancing, but I didn’t care. They didn’t have the guts to come to my shows and tell me to my face. I was still concerned about Marcella, and was dying to speak to her in private. But funny enough, I didn’t end up having to do that. Towards the end of the school year at the new Falkirk Middle School, the incoming sixth graders were having orientation. I was going into the eighth grade, but was helping at the desk for extra credit. Falkirk was somewhat near the Hetfield home, but closer to our place. I didn’t think for the world that the Hetfields’ house was within the school boundaries. I took a break from helping at the desk and began heading outside for a breath of fresh air. And then, suddenly, I bumped into a girl coming out of the restrooms in front of me. “Sorry,” I began – but then gasped. It was Marcella! She was eleven now, and had cut her hair short. She looked dismal, and was dressed in ratty old clothes – probably Cali’s old hand-me-downs. She was getting tall and lanky, and it was obvious that she was getting too big for the clothes. “Cella,” I cried. She looked up. “Castor?” she asked. I figured she wasn’t allowed to watch me doing the ballet, so she wouldn’t have enough of a clue to know what I looked like now. I looked her over, and noticed some off-color marks that were probably bruises. Damn! “Oh man,” she said softly, pulling me aside so that we were in more of a private area. “It’s really bad there, Castor. Real bad. Dad’s gone demented. He knows that Cali’s messing around with drugs and alcohol, but he’s in denial, you know? So he takes it out on other people.” “Like you,” I groaned unhappily. She nodded slowly. “I try to stay out of the way,” she continued, “But I’m the only one who’s ever home. Cali’s always away, and she doesn’t want Dad coming with her cos of the drugs. So it’s just me and Mom and Dad at home now. Dad’s obsessed that I don’t end up like you. I hate the way Cali has gone – all that burning bras crap is stupid.” I rolled my eyes. “Tell me about it.” But then the bright side came to light. “Hey – so you’re going to school here?” I asked. “Well, if Dad finds out, he’ll send me somewhere else,” Marcella moaned. “Don’t tell him!” I exclaimed. “We’ll just see each other at school, in the inner courtyard, okay? Nobody will know!” “Deal,” Marcella replied, and we shook on it. Mom had taken her to this orientation, apparently, so she had to hurry up and get back into the gym. We weren’t raised in a huggy home, but we threw our arms around each other anyway. We hadn’t seen each other in forever! Obviously I couldn’t continue on doing desk duty there. I hated to risk my extra credit, but had no choice. I couldn’t risk Mom seeing me, cos then she’d tell Dad. __________________________________________________________________ During the next school year, Marcella and I ended up having lunch together. So we had our daily meeting, and she poured out the dreadful secrets of the Hetfield household. The school year had begun, and an open house was scheduled. That meant that the students’ families could come in and see the student’s classrooms, teachers, and everything else they did at school. It was scheduled on a Friday night after school, around five, and Stephanie and Ryan were excited about attending. Open house was a nightmare. Ryan and Stephanie were there, and so were Dad and Mom! Cella and I had a quick meeting in the inner courtyard, then had to scoot when we saw Dad about to exit her classroom. Luckily my classes, since I was an eighth-grader, were on the other side of the school! I had to keep out of Dad’s sight. I went up to the second floor, where my classes were, and glanced over the balcony down to the courtyard where Marcella and I had been talking. I saw Mom, Dad and her walking together, having no idea that their son and brother was watching them from above! “Castor? Come over here and show us your science project,” Ryan called, juggling Sweet Sue in one arm and some samples of my homework in his free hand. Stephanie was pushing the empty stroller around and was admiring the classroom décor. My science project was about how electricity works, so I showed them that. Then we moved on to my math classroom. “Ryan,” I hissed. “James and Francesca (I used the names Ryan used) are here. Make sure you stay out of sight.” Stephanie heard this too. “Oh, man,” she groaned. “We’re all tall, so that’s not going to be easy.” “They’re on the first floor, so don’t worry,” I replied. “Just be careful.” We had one close brush, and that was when Stephanie went to the restroom just as Mom was coming out of it! Luckily, Mom didn’t bat an eye. She hardly knew anything about Steph. After that, school continued on, and Marcella and I continued to eat together at lunch. But one day, she dropped a bombshell. “Something is wrong with Cali,” she said one day. At first, I shrugged. Who cared? Cali was a bitch, so whatever was going on, she deserved it! “No. I mean really. She seems like she’s sick. She’s lost her appetite, and is weak all the time.” “Anorexia,” I said immediately. “She’s barfing because she wants to look cool. That must be it.” “I don’t know,” Marcella groaned. “But it’s scaring Mom and Dad.” “So they’ve paid even less attention to your needs because of her – what a surprise. Whatever it is, it’ll pass,” I said nastily. I really didn’t care what happened to Cali. We talked more about Cali and her problem with drugs and alcohol. Those problems did not help. She may have not been sleeping around anymore because of her “monogamous” relationship with Myles, but they still could have had some kind of disease that they transmitted amongst each other! But Myles wasn’t having a problem, Cali was. She was probably puking just to stay thin. How pathetic! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 16, 2008, 3:50 pm Post #89 |
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You've actually made me feel sorry for Cali That girl is definetly on drugs, normal people don't act like that :wacko: And poor Marcella, James is a lousy dad and he better get his shit together. Can't wait to read more.
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| Lady Hammett | May 16, 2008, 3:56 pm Post #90 |
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Castor told me about the problems Cali was supposedly having. I agreed with him that she was probably anorexic or bulimic, and there was nothing else to it. She was looking thin and gaunt, but then again, so did Marcella, who was being neglected in that household. Every now and then, Marcella would say that she was going to a friend’s house, then we’d secretly pick her up once she was far out of sight of the Hetfield house. She was laid-back and kind, and I liked her very much. She deserved better, and I began to think about how we might be able to adopt her, too. Sometimes we turned on the TV and watched Cali burning yet another bra onstage as Myles and Carl cheered her on. Who knows how high they were too. Almost a year went by, and she started looking crappier and crappier. But that wasn’t my concern. I watched my baby begin to grow into a beautiful little girl. She looked like Marcella, actually, and each time I looked at Sweet Sue I couldn’t help but worry about Cella a little bit. One day I was reading a story to Sweet Sue, and Castor was sitting on the couch listening to it. Then the phone rang. Castor reached out and took Sue from my arms. Then I went to answer the phone. I didn’t expect it to be out of the ordinary. That was why I balked when I heard James’s voice cut through the line. “Ryan, I know we haven’t had the greatest family ties, but-” “What do you want?” I interrupted. “Can’t you leave my family – us Grahams – alone?” “JUST LISTEN TO ME, DAMMIT! YOUR SISTER IS IN TROUBLE, AND NEEDS YOUR HELP!” “Who, Marcella?” I found myself asking. “Is she okay?” “No, not Marcella. Cali. Both kidneys are failing, and she needs a kidney. Neither myself or your mother (he was talking about Francesca, of course) are matches. Marcella is too young. But we need to see if you or your wife are matches, and possibly Castor, if they decide that he’s old enough.” Oh, man. Kidney failure? Who on earth would have thought that, with all the drugs and alcohol problems she was facing? Then I felt my stubborn streak rush through me again. “Look,” I said firmly, “I’m not saying this to be a jerk or anything, but I am going to save my kidneys. I have a daughter now, and what if she needs one of them one day? I’m afraid she comes first.” There was hesitation on the line – I’d gotten him on that one, and he couldn’t deny it! Finally, he said, “Could I come over, please?” “No, we can talk about it here. And if you want to talk to Castor – well, I’ll ask him, but I can’t guarantee that he’ll say yes.” “That’s because you’ve been feeding him a bunch of crap about me,” James snapped. “No, I haven’t. You know that he made up his mind long before he met me.” “Well, I do need to ask him whether he can come down to the hospital to see if he’s a match.” “What about Carl and Myles?” I asked. I wasn’t going to give up until it was a last resort! “No, we haven’t asked them. But we have tried Kirk, Lani, Lars, and Rob. They’re not a match. The doctor said that in this situation, siblings are best. And likely, regardless of his age, Castor might be the one. They usually go by height and weight rather than age, and if you’re adult height and weight, you could be used.” “Well, Castor’s only thirteen,” I objected. “He shouldn’t have to go through this. And as for me, I’m only a half sibling, so it’s less likely.” We argued for what seemed like forever. Castor came over with Sue, and he looked dismal. He knew that James was on the phone. As I argued, I studied his young face. He had only just become a teenager, his face covered in zits, and his voice yodeling up and down when he talked as it tried to level out of its early adolescence. There was no way James could stand there and say that he was an adult, and could just go under the knife and give his kidney. It was ridiculous. In the end, I said, “Why don’t you ask Carl and Myles first? They’re still kids, but they are older than Castor. If they’re not a match, you can call again.” Then I hung up the phone. I walked back into the living room. Stephanie was outside gardening, and Castor was sitting on the couch with Sue on his lap. He looked up and asked, “So she needs a kidney?” “Yeah,” I replied. “But as far as I’m concerned, we Grahams ought to save them for a family emergency. You never know what is going to happen. And I really do think that we need to save Marcella from that hell hole, if we can.” I went outside to tell Steph what was going on. “Man,” she said, “Out of her crazy lifestyle, I can’t believe that it’s a kidney that she needs. I would have thought it was a new liver!” “Yeah,” I muttered. “I really don’t think we should get involved though, what do you think?” “Probably not, unless it’s a last resort,” she agreed. And we hoped that the last resort wouldn’t come. |
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I do hope that James isn't taking it out on Marcella, though. It's awesome that Castor is a dancer, he sounds really good at it :horns2
That girl is definetly on drugs, normal people don't act like that :wacko: And poor Marcella, James is a lousy dad and he better get his shit together. Can't wait to read more.

8:49 PM Jul 10