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| Olyamet | April 3, 2011, 10:54 am Post #766 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls for reading and thank you for commenting. Love you all! This next part, was as painful to write as the previous ones, hope you like it. More. (James' POV) I know, I wait my whole lifetime for you... I search outside, I search inside, for you... please take back what you left me... please... take it back... forgive me... the more I search the more my need for you... the more I try the more I bleed for you... hear me... hold me... stitch me together... forgive me... even if I can't forgive myself... “James. James... James!” Lars appeared at my side and my mind snapped back to reality. “What?” “You just missed the focking intro... I... nothing... maybe we better quit for today. Tomorrow I plan to take Skyler to a restaurant... it's our anniver--... fock... sorry...” “What day is it?” “Friday...” “What month?” “James... it's July..” “What date?” “Eight...” “I need to go to London... tomorrow is Kat's birthday.” Hold me... hear me... help me... or kill me... (Kat's POV) I ran as fast as I could to my room, feeling my tears choking me. I dropped to the floor on my closet, closing the door and letting my tears run freely. It was suppose to be my happy day, my eleventh birthday, but it wasn't so happy. I've noticed before that something was wrong for the last five months, we only spent time with one parent at a time. Dad's short visits, Mom always in the studio when he's with us. Dad never staying over night... I thought they were just extra busy with their work, but today I overheard a conversation that made me run in tears. My parents are separated... Why? Didn't they love us? Why do adults have to always put themselves first? What about us? I knew a few children in my school who's parents were divorced, but never in a million years did I think my family would be a broken one... They always loved each other so much, they never fought... if they did, Mom was always winning and they always ended up kissing and hugging after... what happened? Why were they apart all of a sudden? Why couldn't they just kiss and make up, like always? What if they got divorced? I don't want this! I want them to be together, always, all of us together, forever! I want us to be happy, why do they have to ruin everything? I pulled a tee shirt off the hunger and covered my face. I don't want it! I don't want it... I don't want it... (James' POV) I saw Kat run past me to her room and at first I thought she was just going to get something she needed, but as time went on and the birthday girl was still missing in action, I decided to check up on her. I made my way upstairs and for a second froze on the stairs, looking up to the third floor... our bedroom... I haven't been there for so long... I breathed in and put my foot on the first stair, but something caught my attention. A quiet weeping was coming from behind the closed door of my baby's room. “Kitty-Kat, are you here?” I stepped into the empty room, the sound was coming from the closet. I opened the tightly closed door and saw my baby curled up on the floor, sobbing into her tee shirt. “Baby, what's wrong?” She looked at me with tear-filled eyes and I picked her up in my arms. “Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?” “Yeah, someone did... you and Mom did.” Oh, fuck... she knows... who told her? I going to fucking kill that piece of shit! “Kitty...” I breathed out, searching my mind for the right words. “Why? Why did you have to ruin it? Don't you love us anymore?” Her body shook in sobs and I pressed her to me. “No, baby, of course I do! Nothing would ever make me stop loving you!” “Don't you love Mom?” She looked into my eyes. So dark green... just like her mother's... Angel... “I love her with all my heart.” The lump in my throat started to grow and I swallowed. “Then why aren't you together?” Green eyes full of tears blinked, sending tears rolling down. Green eyes full of tears... just like her mother... “Baby, who told you that?” “I heard uncle Steve talking to uncle Kirk...” I knew sooner or later it would happen... I was hoping for later... or never... I was hoping... Hear me... hold me... stitch me together... “Baby... Mom is just... I hurt her... I did something very bad and she's... she has every right to be mad at me... it's all my fault... I'm sorry...” My voice broke into a whisper. “Then you have to fix it. I don't want you to get divorced.” Green eyes teared up again and my heart skipped. All my fault... I hurt my Angel, I hurt my baby girl... I'm a monster... I brought pain to everyone I love... “Oh... sweety... I'm trying... I don't know if I can...” Suffocating lump... heavy heart... “You have to! Dad, please fix it! You have to try harder, you have to tell Mom that you're sorry and she'll forgive you.” “I tried... baby, this time it's... I don't think she'll forgive me... I... I hurt her very badly and...” No... I can't say it... I can't even think this... I can't accept this... not the end... I can't take it! I'm bleeding me... please... save me... “You have to fix it... I don't want you fighting. I want us together!” “Some things you just can't fix...” A whisper-sob pushed through my closed up throat. I pressed my baby girl to my chest and felt my tears running down my cheeks. Can you fix a broken heart? Can you fix broken trust? Can you heal a bleeding love? I wish I could... I wish I knew how... hear me... help me... |
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| Harvester of Sorrow | April 3, 2011, 11:03 am Post #767 |
Some Kind Of Monster
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Oh, Kat's POV. That's new! Olya, this chapter...oh god ._. fucking shit. No words. |
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| Lilith | April 3, 2011, 11:42 am Post #768 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Poor Kitty. Good chapter! :horns2
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| namenlos | April 4, 2011, 12:11 am Post #769 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Aw, Kat... I feel so bad for her. And poor James...
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| tuesday's gone | April 4, 2011, 3:06 am Post #770 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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They did not tell the children anything for five months?! James is falling apart. Angel is falling apart. As much as I LOVE the emotional storm of the last two chapters, it's time for at least one of them to get their shit together. They have three children, no room for self-pity there /I guess this is parent-me talking /. And on a side note, Angel's thoughts about Jason in the chapter before last, about hitting the man who is already down, well, that was a bit unfair to him, after she used him as a convenient tool in the fight with her husband. |
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| Lenne13 | April 4, 2011, 7:40 pm Post #771 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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I don't have what to say...I'm crying.... You have the awesome power of put into words feelings that could be indescribable... Thank you Olya for the amazing update... |
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| Izzy | April 10, 2011, 2:07 pm Post #772 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Awww, poor Kat, poor James James and Angel need to make up again, I mean they really need to, because everyone is hurt by their seperation. I really hope they get back together, one day.
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| Olyamet | April 18, 2011, 2:04 pm Post #773 |
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Jäger.....
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So sorry for a long wait!!! Thanks for the great comments! Love you girls! More. XXXXII. Innocent Exile. (Kat's POV) The room and the outside of the window were as dark as my thoughts. I looked at the clock and gripped my backpack tighter, one more hour. I hope my plan works, I hope it all works. I was desperate, I had to do something, and I came up with a great idea. At least at the time is seemed great... it took me two days to organize everything. I had to call Nicholas for help, he was the oldest one I knew, but most importantly, he had a boat. Of course I didn't plan to just ran away and get in trouble, I wanted my parents to think I was missing... The idea came to me at night after my birthday party. I thought back to the day when I found out the horrible news. After my birthday party was over and the guests left, Mom was taking her time finishing cleaning the kitchen, and Dad was taking the garbage out, not one word between them. Both of them talked to the guests with the same ghost smiles, it was so strange to see them in the same room and not hugging, not looking at each other with smiles. All day Dad was looking at Mom and a few times he tried to talk to her, but every time she just shook her head and walked away. For most of the day she was avoiding him, but I saw her wiping tears away in the kitchen, when she thought no one could see her. I couldn't understand it, if they both felt bad, why didn't they just talk? I wanted it to be back like it was, a happy family, a house full of laughs. Both of them separately came to my room to say goodnight, Mom was the last one and I was about to ask her why she was so mad at Dad, but her eyes were so sad, I didn't say anything. I peeked out of my room when Mom just stepped out and Dad was coming out from the twins' room, I froze by the door, watching them with hope and held my breath when Dad spoke. “Angel...” “Please don't... I can't...” She passed him, leaving him standing in the corridor and looking at her back with tears in his eyes. I closed the door and climbed on the windowsill, pulling my knees to my chest. I knew why she was so mad, I knew why she wouldn't talk to him. I eavesdropped all day and found out that Dad lied to her. Mom always told us that lying is worse than whatever you try to cover up with it. She said it's better to come clean and take the punishment, then get yourself a temporary delay, because the truth always come out, sooner or later, and then you're stuck paying for two deeds instead of one. I didn't know what Dad did, that he lied about, but it had to be something very bad if Mom was mad at him for so long. The next morning my cousin Austin called me asking if he left his CD in my room, we started talking and I remembered that his parents were on the verge of divorce when his little brother got sick. They spent days in the hospital together in the same room, worried about him, and completely forgot what they were fighting about. That was it! After I hung up with Austin my mind started to make plans. At first I tried to figure out a way to get sick, but then the doctors would figure out that I was pretending and it would all be pointless. I thought that I could eat something bad to get sick, but then I actually will be sick and they will stick me with those horrible needles. No. My mind was on fire for half the day, trying to figure out a way, and then I remembered that Grandma was angry with grandpa Phil, he even moved out, but then Mom went missing, he came back and she just cried on his shoulder. That's when the plan started to form in my mind. If I'm missing, they would need each other, they will be worried together. It took me a long phone conversation with Nicholas to get him to help. All I needed was a place where I could hide for a few days, and his boat was the perfect hideout, plus I needed him to tell me when my parents were back together so I could come back home. He finally agreed to help after I blackmail him. A few months ago I accidentally saw him smoking, the smell was different from normal cigarettes, he asked me not to sell him out. I would've kept my word, but I needed Nicholas' help and this was the only thing I had on him. I looked back at the clock and got up, pulling my backpack up. Okay, Nicholas will be here waiting by the gate in his car in half an hour, I need to sneak out through my brothers' room, I planned to use the trellis with the climbing roses under their window to get down. I pulled my sweater on and carefully stepped out of my room, listening to the quiet house. I looked up the stairs where my parents' bedroom was and whispered. “I'm sorry I have to make you worry Mom, but I need you to talk to Dad and forgive him.” I opened the door to the twins' room and closed it tightly behind me, making my way to the window. I looked back at my brothers and slid the window open. “What are you doing?” I turned and saw Ray sitting up in his bed, rubbing his eyes. “Sssshhhh.... I'm just going for a walk, go back to sleep.” “Why are you going through the window?” Max sat up in his bed. Oh shit... they will wake Mom up... “Would you two please be quiet! I'm going through the window because I don't want to wake anyone.” “Why do you have a backpack with you?” Ray stood up. “Boys... I'm just... I'm going away for a while... I'll be okay and I want you to keep it a secret. Mom and Dad are... I want to make them worry about me missing so they stop fighting.” There, that's the best way I could explain it. “Ohh, you're gonna be in so much trouble! Dad will ground you for ever!” “If that's what I have to do to get them back together, I don't care. I don't want them to get divorced.” “What's a divorce?” “It's when people don't live together anymore...” “I don't want them to do that! I want to help.” “Me too!” “Then don't tell anyone you saw me, okay?” “You going alone in the dark? But Dad told us to protect you, 'coz we're your brothers... we'll go with you!” “No! Absolutely not! You'll stay here and watch over Mom, and I'll be back when they stop fighting. I'll be okay, I promise.” “Mom has Dad and uncle Bruce and all the other uncles, you're going alone. Nope, we're going with you and we'll protect you.” “Or I'll scream and wake Mom up.” “Max, don't! Okay... okay... be quiet, let me think...” Goddammit! What am I supposed to do now? I can't take two five-year-olds with me, then I really will be in trouble. On the other hand, they will tell Mom that I'm doing it just to get them back together... and my plan will be ruined... bloody hell! I'm so going to be killed for this, when it's over... “Fine, you both get dressed, be quiet, and pack some clothes. I'll see if everyone's still asleep and we can sneak out through the door, I don't want you to break your necks climbing out the window...” “Cool, we're gonna have an adventure!” “And we're gonna help Mom and Dad!” |
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| Harvester of Sorrow | April 18, 2011, 2:40 pm Post #774 |
Some Kind Of Monster
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Kat is a smart girl, she observed other cases of marital issues and what caused them to disappear and formulated a plan in order to end the James/Angel problem. Sadly, each case is a case, and her plan that seems so brilliant to her can cause her parents to fight even more. For example Angel thinking that James told her something that made her leave, or something else, you get the point. And things got fucked up when she woke the twins up. Bringing two five year olds along isn't very wise. Let's see how this turns out and hope everything goes according to plan. Loved it, but you already know that. More please, this is getting cruel!
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| Lilith | April 18, 2011, 3:48 pm Post #775 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Oh, this kids... What the heck is Kat doing?More, soon!
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| namenlos | April 18, 2011, 9:41 pm Post #776 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Uh-oh, mischeivous kids.
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| Lenne13 | April 22, 2011, 10:32 pm Post #777 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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Oh kids .... What caught my attention was the children' inocence that you transcribe so well ... It may even be that the Kat's plan works .... But it will end up in trouble, I know ... Imagine if your three children just disappear ? Thanks for the update Olya! |
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| Olyamet | May 7, 2011, 3:11 pm Post #778 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls!!! @ Julia. What you going to do with 11 years old... lol @ Alma. She's doing what she feels right. Kids... @ Lori. LOL. I know, you never know what they will come up with. @ Lenne. Thanks, I tried...lol Love you all!!! More. (Continuation of Kat's POV) We sneaked out from the house, rushing through the gates, and Nicholas greeted us with a loud, angry whisper. “What the hell is this? You said you'd be alone!” “I was planning to be alone, they just gave me no choice.” I whispered back, shoving my backpack into the back seat of his car and watching my brothers jump in with smiling faces. “Kat, this is a bad idea. Maybe we should just stop. Can you even imagine what this going to do to your parents? Not to mention the whipping you'll get when it's over.” “We're going as planned, you can't back out on me now, I need your help, you promised!” “Bloody hell... when my father finds out, when your father... they're going to kill me...” “They'll never know, no one will ever know. When my parents are back together you'll let us know and we'll come back. All you have to do is drive us back to the corner and we'll walk home from there. No one will ever know you were involved, I promise.” “You promise.. what about them?” “We're not gonna tell on you, right Max?” Ray's face stuck out from the back seat and he turned to his brother. “Right, we won't tell anyone.” Max closed the imaginary zipper on his lips and smiled widely. “Shit... okay, here are the rules. On the boat, you'll touch nothing. There's food in the fridge, two beds, the boat is docked and there's other boats around it, so no running around, someone will see you. No coming up, no going off the boat, keep the door locked. I'll leave you my old cellphone, call me if you need anything. I can't stay with you, so you're on your own. Got it?” “Thanks, Nicholas.” He signed, starting the car, and I looked back at my house. I'm sorry... I have to do this. I'm not doing this to hurt you, I'm doing this to save our family. As soon as you make up, we'll be back, save and sound, I promise. (James' POV) I raced through the streets of London like a mad man, ignoring speed limits and yield signs. One thought had been pounding in my head since I got the call from Angel. Not again... Please not again... I ran from the car to the house and walked into the crowded living room. My eyes skipped over the familiar and unfamiliar faces and stopped on Angel. She was standing by the window, with her arms tightly wrapped around her. I walked to her, wanting just to hug her, hold her in my arms and be together in this pain, but ended up stopping right behind her, not sure if she'd let me closer. “Angel...” I didn't recognize my own voice, distorted by the choking lump in my throat. She turned her pale face to me, dark circles under he eyes, and stepped closer, lowering her head to my chest. “James, I want them back...” Her whisper made my blood pounding heavily in my temples, and my chest tightened as I exhaled, pulling her closer. Her tears soaked through my shirt, absorbing all the way down and burning my heart. (Nicholas' POV) My family stepped out of the car and I froze for a second at the sight of police cars and search dogs. Fuck... what did I get myself into... what the hell was I thinking! I wasn't thinking at all... I let an eleven year old talk me into this bloody mess... an for what? So my father wouldn't know about the pot? I was such an idiot! Shit... this is bad.. it's all very bad... if they find out it was me... oh, I'm dead... I'm so fucking dead, bloody hell! “Come on Nicholas, lets go in.” My father closed the car door, and I barely held myself from jumping at the loud clink. My mom turned to me with a worried face. “Honey, are you okay? You look a bit pale.” “I'm fine...” I'm so not fine! I'm so dead! I followed my parents to the front door and felt fear crawling down my spine when one of the search dogs turned to me, sniffling at my leg. “Don't worry, he won't bite. Rex, sit.” The policeman pulled the dog back from me and smiled. I gave him a ghost smile and stepped into the house on shaking legs. The guilt that I felt all night hit a boiling point, making my gut twist when I saw my parents making their way to the Hetfields. I saw aunt Angel's face full of grief, and squeezed the phone in my pocket, walking aside, trying to be invisible. All I wanted was to drive to my boat and bring the kids back, screw the pot, screw the punishment, nothing is worth seeing all this, but I couldn't leave so soon without my father getting suspicious. Okay, I'll find out what they know first, and then come up with some lie as to why I have to leave... then I'll bring the kids back... leave them a few blocks away, then drive around for a hour or so, and come back later. That way, unless Kat sells me out, no one will know I was involved. Maybe I should just tell them... no... there's a chance to get out of it clean, and I'll take it. After a few hours of listening to people talk, I got that the police knew that the kids left on their own. They also knew that someone picked them up by the gates, they were looking for a car with matching tires. Detective Brook sent the tire search through FBI channels, and Scotland Yard was doing the local search. Sooner or later, they'd figure out who's car it was... sooner or later, they'd know it's me. Bloody hell... I'm calling it off, right now, before it's too late. I stood up on my numb legs, making my way to the patio door and overheard my father's words. “Angel, I know you're not on the best terms with God... but, just give it a try... it couldn't hurt.” “Nicko, I would do anything to get them back... I just... don't think God would hear me... the last time I prayed I was thirteen... and he failed me... I don't think he would hear the voice of the damned... either way... I don't know what to say...” “Just say what's in your heart... you don't have to say it out loud. I'll pray with you.” My father took Angel's hands in his and closed his eyes. There he goes again... I'm happy that he found the religion, but... I wish he kept it to himself... not everyone is a believer. I sneaked by them, hurrying into the privacy of the backyard and pulling my phone out. “Kat, get your things, I'm coming to get you.” “Did they make up?” “It doesn't matter, they know you ran away. It's all... the police and FBI are here, search dogs... I'm coming to get you right now.” “You can't! They need more time, it's too soon, we're staying here.” “No, you put them through enough, I'm coming to get you.” I hung up the phone and walked back in. “Dad, I need to borrow your car.” “What for, and now? Can it wait?” “No it can't wait. I promised someone to pick them up... before all this...” I could barely stand looking into my father's eyes. Oh hell... It all started with a small lie, and escalated to more lies... and when it's all out... maybe if I just say the truth right now... no... just go and get them. “Okay... a promise is a promise.” He handed me his keys and I almost ran to the car. I made it to the dock in record time and saw Kat on the pier, pacing by the boat. Great... now all the neighbors will see me and her together. Fucking great! |
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| Harvester of Sorrow | May 7, 2011, 3:29 pm Post #779 |
Some Kind Of Monster
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Her plan seems to be working, but everyone's so fucking worried. Nicholas is doing the right thing by picking 'em up. Otherwise things would get really escalated and perhaps become out of hand. Please post another chapter soon, you stopped it in the really important part. I'm dying to know how things will work out Loved it!
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| Lilith | May 7, 2011, 5:10 pm Post #780 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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OMG! Poor Nicholas, I loved his POV. :horns2 More soon! |
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