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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 (12,023 Views) | |
| Lucifer's Angel | May 18, 2008, 6:08 pm Post #106 |
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Oh no, Cali deserved to die, that bitch I hope they don't get Marcella, I hope Cali doesn't get the last laugh
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| Lady Hammett | May 19, 2008, 1:04 pm Post #107 |
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We watched Myles, laying there covered in bandages and tubes. His curly blond hair poked out from all the equipment. Layne was sitting in a chair. He was twelve now, with similar curly blond hair like his brother’s. He wasn’t very tall for his age, but then again our family just happened to be tall, so to us he was short. He was soft, but not chubby. Puppy fat, I think they call it. He was praying silently, hands clasped, his lips moving but no sound coming out. We handed the flowers to Uncle Lars and gave him a hug. “Hey guys,” he said in his half-Danish accent. “Thanks for coming.” I heard an “Amen” whispered from the chair in the corner, then Layne rose to his feet. “Hi guys. Did you get to see Marcella earlier?” We said yes. Layne wanted to talk to her, and I told him that we should all get together sometime. I had no idea that it wouldn’t be possible. Then, my cell phone rang. I answered it, and was in shock when I heard the news. Castor and Marcella had been arrested. Castor and Marcella? I thought. “No. You’ve got the wrong people!” I exclaimed. Stephanie, Layne and Lars were all exchanging glances. “I think we’ve got the right ones, actually,” I was told. “Their story isn’t adding up, and we have witnesses that saw them running from the area.” I eventually hung up the phone in shock. Then it hit me – where was Susan? We hurried back to the hotel in a whir. We got to the front desk, hoping that Sweet Sue was in the nursery. Luckily, it turned out that she was. I scooped her up from the bed she was lying in. Next, we had to figure out which jail Castor and Marcella were in. When we figured it out, Steph said, “Do you think we could bail them out?” “I don’t think so,” I muttered. We weren’t thinking straight. Of course we wouldn’t be able to pay the fine for first degree murder. Though they hadn’t been charged yet. But we weren’t thinking straight about that, either! We were able to bail them out, but of course they were going to have to face up in court. The Hetfields hadn’t even been there for Marcella. Learning that she was responsible for Cali’s death, they had practically disowned her for killing their favorite child. It would be easy to adopt her at this point – if she wasn’t thrown in prison! How ironic was that? I was still convinced that they had the wrong people, and that things would work out to prove that. After bailing them out, we all went back to San Francisco. The arraignment was set for next month, and we’d have to fly back there. Both Castor and Marcella became withdrawn, even from one another. Metallica was split on opinion, of course. James thought they were guilty and should fry, Rob wasn’t sure, and Lars and Kirk thought that they were innocent. James did an interview on TV about the matter, saying that he was unhappy that he had basically lost all four of his children. Steph and I were watching it together, and eventually Castor and Marcella drifted into the living room to join us that night. “First, I lost my son Ryan,” he began. “That was back in 1998 when we had some disagreements over some things. He was only young, but was having some learning difficulties and stuff. Also his mom wanted him back, so I knew I was fighting a losing battle.” “What bullshit,” I found myself scoffing. “He had full control over the situation! Mom had nothing to do with it, I was the one who had to fight my way out of there! And he didn’t care about my problems with reading.” James continued, “Cali was born that same year.” He began to cry, of course, thinking about his favorite child. “She was special. I thought she could make us all happy again – me, Ryan and Francesca. But Ryan still wasn’t happy. He barely even looked at her, but my wife and I didn’t care. We loved Cali so much. Then Ryan left, and Castor and Marcella came along, and we figured that we could rebuild our family, start over again, you know? “But then Castor started acting just like Ryan had. Rebellious, having problems at school. Here we were, going down the same damn road. He was influencing Marcella, too. But Cali’s band had just gotten a record deal, and we were paying too much attention to that. So we lost Castor. And then Marcella began to rebel, and one disaster began to strike after another. Then Castor was living with Ryan. And now Cali’s gone, and Castor and Marcella have been arrested. Ryan has a family of his own now. “I think Castor and Marcella did it. They were jealous of their older sister, just because she was naturally more talented than them. The Rodgers family is in agreement with me. We’re going to start a foundation in the name of my daughter, Cali, and their son, Carl.” I couldn’t believe his excuses. He would never accept responsibility for being a bad father, would he? He really was going to blame all of us kids for having “ruined his life”! And that Cali was “naturally more talented” than us? HA! That made me mad, too. I had personally made the decision to only have one child. Who knew why or how parents ended up favoritizing one child over another? I hadn’t thought about that until recently, but after seeing what Castor and Marcella had been through, I decided that one was for the better in this family. I wanted to be sure that I was the best kind of father, and didn’t want to end up liking another child better. Or Sue better. Or whatever. I had told Castor and Marcella that. Marcella had agreed. But Castor said, “I would just be careful not to favor one kid over the other. Heck, I’d have my wife or even the kids keep track of it. And unlike Dad, I’d actually listen!” Fair enough. But my mind had been made up. Stephanie had been unsure. But now, after all this drama was unfolding, she decided that we should just concentrate on what we had right now. There was too much trouble with Castor and Marcella to have another baby, and they were practically our children now anyway. The Hetfields weren’t going to look at them ever again. Carl Rodgers’s parents were part of the interview too. With James, they formed an organization called CACA, because both Cali and Carl’s names started with CA. CACA? They couldn’t be serious! Caca, like the slang for feces? We all cracked up laughing on that one. And we needed it, because it would be the last laugh we’d have for a long time. |
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| Wishful | May 19, 2008, 1:09 pm Post #108 |
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Oh boy! this is not looking good for Castor or Cella. oh well i guess it's going to be juvi for them. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 19, 2008, 1:52 pm Post #109 |
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Yeah, it doesn't look too good, but then again, I could be wrong. I hope it all works out, James is such an asshole
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| Lady Hammett | May 20, 2008, 11:33 am Post #110 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I hung my head as the judge made his decision. “Castor Virgil Graham, you have been convicted of murder in the first degree. I now sentence you to thirty years in prison.” Thirty years was short considering the fact that I’d committed a pre-meditated murder. Because I was only thirteen, I was getting a fairly light sentence. I regretted this now. It hadn’t been worth this. Cali would have killed herself with the drugs and alcohol, I realized. Why had I been an idiot enough to go through with this? I wished I could turn back time. The thrill had been very brief, and now this sentence was going to ruin my life. A cloud hung over my head as I was taken to the van, and then the van took me to the juvenile prison out in the middle of nowhere in Ontario somewhere. I was processed, then taken up to the third floor. The steel doors slammed shut in front of me, and I dropped down and cried. I had no idea where Marcella was – I just knew she’d been arrested too. There was nothing to do but cry. We were locked up for twenty hours on end. As the days went by, I had no idea what day it was anymore. I just lost track of time. I kept in contact with Ryan and Stephanie, who visited frequently. Nobody could have enough money to get me out of this. My only hope was having my sentence lightened up for good behavior. Uncle Kirk and Aunt Lani visited sometimes. Usually it was by themselves, but sometimes it was with Ryan and Stephanie. They told me that Marcella was in the girls’ side of the juvi. I was not allowed to have contact with her. The Hetfields had disowned us both, which was no surprise. Even my mother had washed her hands of us. So I now called them James and Francesca, just like Ryan did. James had taken a break from Metallica, and people wondered whether he was going to quit. Kirk was worried, but he knew that since James had “lost” all his children, it was good enough reason to stop. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 20, 2008, 11:40 am Post #111 |
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I hope Ryan and Marcella get out for good behavior. Cali deserved to die
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| Wishful | May 20, 2008, 11:42 am Post #112 |
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Poor kids! maybe they should have let the little bitch kill herself after all!!! |
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| Lady Hammett | May 20, 2008, 12:05 pm Post #113 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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FIVE YEARS LATER I stepped up onto the stage and roared out “Creeping Death”, sounding much like the father that had disowned me. To my left, Kirk hammered out his solo, and to my right, Jason pounded on his bass. Lars was crashing away on the drums behind me. The fans cheered. I guess they didn’t mind that James’s estranged son had taken over as frontman. Stephanie wouldn’t have guessed it, either. I had dropped my bass for rhythm guitar and did not mind that one bit. Sweet Sue was six now, and she had chosen to play drums. Perfect for our family, of course. James had checked himself into a psych ward after having a nervous breakdown. Now, he was gushing out his anguish there about how he’d lost all his children and his “most rebellious” child had taken over his band! And did you notice that Jason came back? Rob quit due to some family matters that he was facing, and Jason had no problem coming back now that James was no longer in the band. It was great to rebuild my relationship with him. Myles Ulrich had recovered from the attack. He was wearing a prosthetic leg though, after losing the lower half of his leg. He missed Cali more than anything, and didn’t think he’d ever get over her. But then he ended up seeing another girl, one who was much nicer than Cali, to our relief! Castor and Marcella, of course, were still at the juvenile prison in Canada. We visited a few times a year, hardly talking about the incident. I was upset, of course, that they had ruined their entire futures. We could have adopted them, and given them a good life, but that wasn’t going to happen. We had to move on and embrace what we did have. Jason had been shocked, too. But he couldn’t stand Cali. “Mind you,” he said, “She would have done herself in with all the drugs and alcohol anyway.” “That’s what I told Castor,” I groaned. “But I guess he was upset about giving his kidney and the fact that she never thanked him. I can understand, but killing her certainly wasn’t the right thing to do.” “No, it wasn’t,” Jason agreed. “It’s a shame you couldn’t have given Castor and Cella a better life.” That was the only time we really talked about this. You know Jason, he’s all business, so after that we just didn’t talk about it anymore. I wondered if anybody visited James at the psych ward, other than Francesca. I didn’t even know of Lars going there, which may surprise you. Kirk and Lani were too afraid to intervene, and of course Jason certainly wasn’t going to be there! Then one day, I received a letter from James, out of all people. It said: Ryan, I’ve been receiving therapy for quite some time now and realized that maybe some of the things I said to you were far from appropriate. I know you weren’t responsible for the loss of Cali. You have done well fronting the band, actually. Personally, I am recovering, but it will take a long time to heal. I hope your family is well. Good luck with the band. -Dad Hmph! I guess his counselor had told him to write the letter. It hadn’t been worth his while, though. He hadn’t even apologized. But I kept the letter, and I’m not even sure why. Maybe for the heck of it, I would show it to Castor. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 20, 2008, 12:15 pm Post #114 |
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Cool, Ryan fronts the band I can see why James in the psych ward, I bet the counselor wrote the letter, he didn't even apologize . I hope Castor and Marcella can get out of prison
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| Wishful | May 20, 2008, 12:16 pm Post #115 |
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Crikey well i didn't expect Ryan to become frontman of Metallica, i thought Lars would never ever allow that one to happen!!! James may have not apologised but i think he's trying to make amends for what he did, it help him to heal i guess!! |
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| Lady Hammett | May 20, 2008, 8:41 pm Post #116 |
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I shimmied up the shaft, through the crossbars, and hoisted my body up to the roof. “Hurry up,” I hissed to Marcella below. “I’m coming,” she replied. Once we got to the roof, we gently lowered ourselves down the grating on the side of the prison. Then we dropped to the ground and breathed sighs of relief. Yes, that’s right. We were escaping from the juvenile prison after months of planning. We had kept in touch via some of the librarians that wheeled books through the prison on a cart. We corresponded by putting letters in a copy of Uncle Tom’s Cabin that travelled back and forth on the cart. We raced over to the fence, where we’d dug a hole during recreational hours, and crawled through the passageway we’d made. Then we continued through some long pipelines until we were clear into the woods. We’d made it! From there we kept running until we were long away from that place. Then we broke into the beauty shop and grabbed the necessary goodies. We raced over to a public restroom and got to work, dyeing each other’s hair black and cutting it short. I couldn’t believe how many laws we’d just broken. They were stacked up against us: prison escape, vandalism, burglary, theft. And they’d only continue. We were getting used to being criminals, and that was just something we were going to have to accept. I can’t tell you too many details, of course. Let’s just say that we changed our names, took up jobs, and settled down somewhere in the state of Massachusetts. We pretended to be husband and wife – no, don’t get any gross ideas now. We weren’t doing anything at all behind closed doors, and had two separate bedrooms. But according to the public, we were married. Marcella liked it in Massachusetts, but I can’t say that I settled down easily. They were liberals like we were in California, but not like the laid back liberals that we were used to. These were New Englanders, with a pompous air about them, and I couldn’t really adjust to that. But Marcella had no problem. The snow drove us crazy, of course. And scraping ice off the car was a pain in the ass! As you can imagine, we had gone from being institutionalized in prison to suddenly having to take care of ourselves. It had been a strict routine at prison, on a rigid schedule, and now we had to adjust to outside life. It wasn’t easy. But it was better than being in there, of course. We just had to get into a rhythm. The word got out that we’d escaped. I couldn’t imagine what Ryan, Stephanie, Kirk, Lani and James must have been thinking. It was sad to think we might not ever see them again (well, except James of course. Who would miss him?) I wanted a girlfriend, but people thought I was married. Was I doomed to never have one? I couldn’t have had one in prison, of course, but now I couldn’t as a free man! Sometimes there were festivals in the center of town, and Marcella and I would walk down there together. People would greet us – “Hi Mr. and Mrs. -----.” It was fun, but I wondered how long we could go on like this. |
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| Wishful | May 21, 2008, 4:20 am Post #117 |
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OMFG! this just keeps getting better and better, hmmmm can't wait to see where this'll go and what'll happen!!! More please?!
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 21, 2008, 9:37 am Post #118 |
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Oh man, what's going to happen next? I hope no one's going to arrest them
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| Lady Hammett | May 21, 2008, 12:27 pm Post #119 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I couldn’t believe it when I learned that Castor and Marcella had escaped from prison. They could have waited around to be released for good behavior, surely? But instead they’d just broken the law again. I buried my head in my hands. Would I have to give up on those two, like James had? Who knew where they were now? I decided to just concentrate on Metallica instead of worrying about them all the time. We were working on the twelfth studio album at this point. James wrote another letter to me, sounding frantic: Ryan, I heard about Castor and Marcella’s escape. Do you know where they are? If you do, please tell me. They are dangerous, and we are all going to need protection. Please respond. -Dad Since when did he care about our safety? But then I realized that he really did fear for his life, because Castor and Marcella were now known as criminals that could not stop breaking the law. Kirk Jr. was a police reserve (a part time cop, basically) and didn’t like that one bit. “I’m not going to judge them, but honestly, if I saw them I’d have them right back behind bars,” he proclaimed. Castor was eighteen, and Marcella sixteen. Arguably they were old enough to take care of themselves, to an extent. But they’d been in a prison, under a rhythm for so long now. Would they be too institutionalized to survive? Most people figured that they’d be caught quickly. But the months dragged on, and there was no word. Each night, I prayed that they were not dead. Not long after James wrote his letter, I decided, what the heck, I’d visit him. He deserved to know that I had no clue where they were. So, after a day at the studio, Lars and I drove up to Langley Mental Home where he was now residing. In the car, Lars asked me, “You really don’t know where they are, right?” “No!” I cried. “I’m not lying, Lars, I promise.” “Okay.” He accepted that, and we pulled up at the mental home. We signed in at the desk, and they raised James on the phone to tell him he had visitors. Then a lady led us down the hall to his room. We entered, and the lady stuck around to supervise the visit. James looked awful. He looked rundown and depressed. He already has rugged features, apparently because he had bad acne in his teenage, so that didn’t help his looks. “Did you get my letter?” was the first thing he asked. He never bothers to say hi! Duh. Why else would we be here? I nodded my head yes. “I came here to answer your question. No, I have no idea where they are. And I’m telling you the truth when I say that.” James looked forlorn. “That’s not good. We’re in serious danger, then.” “I don’t think they’re going to hurt anyone,” Lars chimed in. “Agreed,” I added. “They already murdered someone,” James snapped. “They could do it again, to any one of us. These people are crazy.” I couldn’t believe he was referring to his own children as “these people”. But then again, once a Hetfield disowned family members, that was the road he went down, I guess. “Well, I can’t help but think they just made a mistake,” I said. “I think they have escaped and just want to settle down quietly. We would have heard if they’d gone on a rampage killing people.” “They’ll come after this family,” James insisted. “That includes your Metallica family, too.” This wasn’t getting anywhere. In the end, I asked, “What do you want us to do?” “Well, I’ll be safe here. You guys need to move, honestly, into the most secure home possible. Your mother has moved already.” I didn’t think that was necessary. Castor and Marcella weren’t idiots; they knew it would be too risky to come back to this area and start a ruckus. Besides, I didn’t think they’d come here to do that. I thought they’d probably want help from us, but they would know better in that regard too. They’d get caught if they came back here. Lars began to babble his advice, which often didn’t make sense. Finally, I interjected, “Well, I’m glad you’re safe here in this home. That’s what’s important. We’ll just each have to figure out what move to make next.” That way, I wasn’t arguing with him, but still could bring this conversation to an end. “Let me know what you decide,” he replied glumly. The supervisor hadn’t seemed to have paid any attention to our conversation. She led us out to the lobby, then we signed out and left. We did not move. Lars did, though. He moved into the city. Kirk and Lani didn’t move either, because they were in agreement with us that Castor and Marcella would never harm us. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 21, 2008, 12:52 pm Post #120 |
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James is nuts, they're not going to kill anyone He's crazy :wacko:
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I hope they don't get Marcella, I hope Cali doesn't get the last laugh




I can see why James in the psych ward, I bet the counselor wrote the letter, he didn't even apologize
. I hope Castor and Marcella can get out of prison
He's crazy :wacko:
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