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| L.A Connection; Part 4: Sequel to A London Extra. Ray, Hannah,James, Lemmy Kilmister,Castor, Lilly, Francesca and Cali | |
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| Auluna Raie | July 10, 2012, 1:58 am Post #196 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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I'm starting to hate that coach... |
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| Deleted User | July 10, 2012, 2:00 am Post #197 |
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Me too-he doesn't value Castor. Scandal up next!
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| Auluna Raie | July 10, 2012, 2:04 am Post #198 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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Is the coach due to take a fishing trip anytime soon?
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| Deleted User | July 10, 2012, 2:33 am Post #199 |
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Castor slept soundly the next morning—it was a Sunday and he deserved it. He had worked himself into a frenzy over the scouts attending the game the day before, and now he took the rest he needed. Lilly had already woken and made for breakfast downstairs leaving Castor undisturbed to sleep. The Sunday papers were the worst tabloids of the week. Castor and Lilly’s pregnancy had been spread throughout them for weeks. Now, she checked for stories of the Dallas scouts from the game last night, there was often a write up about Castor in the sports section too. But today, she needn’t have looked any further than the front page. ‘MY NIGHT WITH CASTOR HETFIELD’ interview with Jenny Sorozo. Hetfield, 19—star runner for the USC Trojan’s—son of James Hetfield of Metallica. Jenny Sorozo tells all about her night with the star player last December in his college dorm. He was an animal in bed—we had sex on the desk in his dorm room….We did it over and over in his bed all night. He even said that he didn’t care he had a girlfriend… Lilly made a short scream in fright. Her face turning to shock and anger the further she read. She stomped angrily upstairs and woke Castor to confront him. ‘Castor!!! WHO IS JENNY?!’ she screamed. He woke with a fright from a deep sleep. ‘What?’ he moaned, he rubbed his eyes painfully. She threw the paper at him angrily demanding an explanation. ‘WHO IS SHE?’ she yelled again. Castor’s eyes scanned the story in horror. The photo of Jenny—the cheerleader for the Trojan’s was a photo of her in a tiny pleated skirt and a bikini top, her long blonde hair trailed over her tits that he had been unable to break from staring at. But from his quick glance at the story, he could see that it was complete and utter bullshit. It seemed that she had sold the story to the papers in revenge, for him turning her down for sex—the opposite of what she was describing in the article. ‘Lilly! It’s not true!’ he gasped as he read. ‘None of this! It’s completely untrue!’ he begged her to believe him. ‘I know you had a college dorm Christmas party, you told me about it!’ she yelled. Her voice hadn’t calmed from his denial even though she believed him. ‘I swear, I didn’t sleep with her!’ Castor shouted back. He heard a door open in the hallway—it was James coming downstairs at the sound of their shouting voices. ‘So you didn’t sleep with her, but you do know her?’ Lilly demanded. ‘She just one of the fucking cheerleaders!’ he yelled back. ‘Well how am I supposed to know?!’ she screamed. James knocked on the door without entering. ‘Everything alright in there?’ he asked carefully. ‘Yes Dad—sorry’ he apologised for shouting. Anthony was probably still asleep. They waited for a moment until James had gone. ‘So what did you two do then?’ Lilly asked in a lower voice. She stood with her arms crossed over her pregnant middle in front of him. He sat up in bed to defend himself. ‘Nothing! Just—she kissed me and…’ ‘Was she in your room in your bed?’ she demanded. ‘No! She wasn’t in my bed!’ Castor exclaimed. ‘But she was in your room?’ Lilly checked. Castor’s face turned plum in guilt. ‘Only for a few minutes—I kicked her out, she wanted to get me into bed, but I kicked her out and told her I had a girlfriend! I swear NOTHING HAPPENED!’ he shouted again. This time, Lilly sat on the side of the bed quietly, she seemed to have heard enough. ‘Alright, alright I believe you’ she said softly. ’Sorry’ she kissed his upset face. ‘I swear to God, if I ever see that girl at a game….’ She trailed off into a dark mutter. She left the paper on Castor’s bed as she made for a shower. He pulled back the covers to join her. ‘You’re not joining me’ she called from the bathroom and the door shut behind her. Castor stopped in disappointment, he supposed he deserved it. Francesca called him an hour later after he had settled Lilly down enough to eat breakfast. His mother screamed at him down the phone demanding an explanation. Never mind that it wasn’t true, his mother had already believed the worst. ‘CASTOR! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO LILLY!’ she screamed at him for ten minutes without breath. ‘You are about to be a father!’ she continued in a rage. ‘Lilly deserves better!’ ‘I know Mom—that’s why I didn’t do anything with Jenny. The story is a complete lie’ he said calmly. He was adopting his father’s controlled approach to things. But Francesca was determined to believe it. ‘YOU ARE YOUR FATHER’S SON!’ she bellowed before she hung up. Lilly’s pregnancy, his Dad’s secret, their own photos in the papers and now this. All this, a month before the draft. It was the last thing he needed. |
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| Auluna Raie | July 10, 2012, 2:38 am Post #200 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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I volunteer to give Francesca a swift kick in the ass (or slap in the face, whichever works best). |
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| Deleted User | July 10, 2012, 2:51 am Post #201 |
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It's just her worst nightmare. Like she said to James on the phone 'What if they don't get married and Castor just wanders off with someone else?' *coughs kinda like you just did by not re-marrying James and now he's back with Hannah? coughs*
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| Auluna Raie | July 10, 2012, 3:26 am Post #202 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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I still say Fran needs to stop taking her anger at James out on Castor. She keeps telling him that he's acting like his father, then he WILL be his father and it'll be HER doing. *settles in for the battle ahead*. |
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| Deleted User | July 10, 2012, 3:36 am Post #203 |
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You're quite right that's what she's doing. She must know or at least suspect that James isn't coming home from L.A on the weekends anymore for a reason. And it's every mother's worst fear that her only son will make the same mistakes as his father. And the press writing stories like that about Castor make him seem just as bad as James. Wait until she blames James for Castor getting Lilly pregnant....
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| Auluna Raie | July 10, 2012, 3:49 am Post #204 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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*plays the "Jaws" theme*
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| HannahBanana | July 10, 2012, 7:05 pm Post #205 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Yikes! Francesca needs to cool down a bit, but I do believe her when he yelled "YOU ARE YOUR FATHER'S SON!"
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| Deleted User | July 11, 2012, 11:06 pm Post #206 |
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Well, as much as Castor tries to deny it, he is following in James' footsteps just a little bit! More up soon!
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| Auluna Raie | July 11, 2012, 11:47 pm Post #207 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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Oh goodie, my fins were getting tired from circling in the water
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| Deleted User | July 13, 2012, 3:15 am Post #208 |
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Sorry for the delay--I promise there's lots more coming really soon! I have two out of three kids with chickenpox. So I'm a busy mummy!
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| Auluna Raie | July 13, 2012, 3:32 am Post #209 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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Oh dears! Make sure the little ones are alright, I'll just go circle around Hawaii and scare some surfers for a little while
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| Deleted User | July 13, 2012, 6:14 am Post #210 |
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James knew that he couldn’t wait any longer; he had to tell Francesca about our baby. Not only was I six months pregnant, but James was no longer going home to San Francisco at all in the weekends, and she had to know that something was wrong. James and I could no longer risk not telling her—in Hollywood every small outing was a potential paparazzi stake out, and already they had found James’ new home. If he didn’t tell her soon, she would find out for herself in the papers, and especially now that her adult children knew, James worried that they would feel a burden to keep his secret from their mother. He was making this one a short, fleeting trip. He was flying in and out in his private jet that afternoon—he didn’t want to leave Hannah, Anthony and the baby in L.A for longer than he needed to. The private airfield he always landed at in San Rafael was only 15 minutes’ drive from his family home that he shared with his ex-wife. Without remarrying when Francesca had returned with the children from Argentina two and a half years ago, they had been simply co-existing in the same house. They had tried to rekindle their relationship, but James had never let go of Hannah, he had loved her still when they had split. He had not felt the same way about Francesca that he had before she left. He had never regained what he had hoped he might—her time away from him in Argentina had broken his heart, and instead he had found love with Hannah--the woman he had always sought in replacement of her. For the last eight years, Hannah was the only woman James had thought about. It made no sense anymore at all to run from Francesca. After a long battle, to leave the woman he no longer identified with as his wife or lover made complete sense to him. Now, he only had to tell her. He felt the cruel irony as he drove himself home. He no longer employed a personal assistant. Ray had been his right hand man for so long, but now his friendship was from another life. James and Ray’s friendship was sadly long gone: even as Ray’s wife, Hannah had been unable to keep away from James.James arrived outside his own house seeing that Francesca was home—her car that he had bought for her was waiting dutifully in its place. He had not even climbed from his car when she opened the door to greet him. ‘James!’ she took a few quick eager steps towards him but she noticed that his expression was muted. He had not offered her any luggage—he was not here to stay. Her face fell at the realisation. ‘Come in—it’s cold out here’ she rubbed her arms with her hands vigorously. He did as she suggested, he had no intention of taking in the cold air for too long. Inside, he was pleased to see that his youngest daughter, Marcella was not home. The last thing he wanted was to fight with Francesca in front of her. He followed her to the kitchen as she made them coffee. He did not sit or offer her any chance of him maintaining any lasting presence in his own house. It was clear to her now that he was just waiting to speak his final words. The tell-tale sign was when he cleared his throat roughly to speak. ‘Francesca—I have a few things to tell you’ he began. She nodded nervously, she thought as much. James watched her pour the coffee silently before taking his mug from the bench. ‘I assume there’s another woman since you’re not coming home from L.A in the weekends anymore?’ she guessed. James nodded and she sighed knowingly. ‘I thought as much’ she exclaimed, sipping carefully. So far she didn’t seem mad, only disappointed, James thought. He found the courage to continue. ‘It’s Hannah.’ He let his words ring in the air for a moment. Her face turned to his in amazement. She took a few long seconds to think before changing her mind. She nodded expectantly as though it suddenly all made sense to her. ‘I didn’t know she was back in the US?’ she inquired. ‘So she’s left Ray, then? she added. James nodded, pleased she was guessing parts of his confession herself. ‘So I’ve bought a house in Hollywood’ he continued ‘and Hannah and I are living there now’ he admitted. Francesca showed the first sign of upset—she held her forehead in her hands covering her eyes from view. She kept her face covered as he continued. ‘Hannah is six months pregnant’ he almost whispered the news. Her face that had already burst tears lifted up to face him in amazement. Her eyes turned wide and her mouth opened in quiet shock. ‘So you got her pregnant this time?’ she confirmed. There had been several malicious rumours the last time they had lived together—in the house they were in at this very moment in San Rafael –that Hannah had become pregnant, but none of them were true. This time, James nodded. ‘So you’re leaving me’ she sniffed. Her words were soft and simply put. She knew it was the only possible outcome to his confession. James could hardly speak—all this was much harder than he had hoped. ‘I…Yes. Francesca, I’m sor…’ he began, but her sharp scream cut him off. ‘Don’t you dare say you’re sorry!’ she cried. ‘Just leave, just get out! Go to her James—like you’ve always wanted!’ James paused, he had half stood from the table to leave, but he wasn’t sure the conversation was finished yet. ‘It’s no surprise really that Castor’s done what you’ve done! Look at him! Your only son is only just turned 19 and he’s about to become a father himself! Look at what you’ve become, James! What you’ve taught him all the time as he was growing up as a boy—you’ve taught him to cheat and to lie, and now this!’ James disagreed with her, he was adamant he had not caused those traits in his son. Castor was a stronger man than he thought he was at his age. ‘Castor is a young man now, he will do as he likes no matter what I do!’ James replied forcefully. ‘It’s your fault he’s gone and got Lilly pregnant!’ Francesca yelled in tears. ‘Is that what you think, really?’ James shouted back. ‘You’re unbelievable!’ he yelled. He was storming towards the front door now. ‘Don’t take your anger out on him!’ James whirled round facing her. ‘Be angry at me, not at them. They’re kids! They’ll get married if they want to when they’re ready. Don’t push them!’ he warned. ‘Don’t you want your grandchild to grow up with loving parents?’ Francesca shouted back. ‘Of course the baby will be loved! It makes no difference if they are married or not. Let them be!’ he finished the conversation by stomping down the marble steps of his property in his dusty boots. ‘I’ll move out, James!’ she called after him. It occurred to him that perhaps she had already thought this through. ‘No—you stay here with Marcella until she goes to Harvard’ James replied seriously. He had opened the car door, but paused for a moment. ‘Alright’ she nodded. ‘Will you be at Castor’s pro-football draft in Dallas next weekend?’ James asked. ‘Will Hannah be there?’ she checked rudely. ‘Yes—I’m going, so she’ll be there too’ James said plainly. ‘Then no, I will not be there!’ Francesca ended. As she turned, her long blonde hair spun around as she ran up the steps, and the front door slammed behind her. |
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It's just her worst nightmare. Like she said to James on the phone 'What if they don't get married and Castor just wanders off with someone else?' *coughs kinda like you just did by not re-marrying James and now he's back with Hannah? coughs*
So I'm a busy mummy!

8:41 PM Jul 10