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Where Ever I May Roam; REPOST! TBA Era Metallica/ OFC/ Mystery Suspense/ Romance
Topic Started: October 15, 2012, 10:42 pm (1,174 Views)
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I posted this story a while ago, but never finished. I wanted to repost because I wanted to make several changes. It's much better now that I edited it and what's better than a suspense story in October? Anyway, of course the Metallica guys are involved along with some twisted stuff happening to them and around them. I hope you guys enjoy this and trust me, updates will most likely be frequent since majority is already written! :D :heart:





March 24, 1994
San Francisco, CA
Supreme Court of California
Murder Trail Hearing



We were on trial for two weeks. My attorney was complete bullshit. He couldn't make me look any better than what I wanted. The judges eyed me suspiciously-- they're on to us. My eyes rolled with a spiteful attitude. Do they know who they're dealing with? My back slammed against the cold hard wood exterior of the chair. I was bored and ready to be told my undeniable fate. We've practically been sitting in this cold brewing hell for nearly three hours and counting. The prosecutors continued to bring out more and more evidence to prove how guilty I really am. Them along with my defense team kept going back and forth arguing like a bunch of grade-schoolers. I was getting annoyed just by listening to it all.

Just fucking tell me what's going to happen so I can fucking leave this shit hole.

"Your honor might I add that this isn't the first time Ms. Franklin has been prosecuted for a crime. If I can recall according to her record, she's violated several of her parole and is guilty of many crimes. Those that consist of attempted murder, possession of illegal drug substances, prostitution, aggravated assault..." He threw his arm down and let it fall to his side, with my files scrunched up with in his hands. He smirked and let his gaze fall in the direction of the judge. "The list goes on and on..."

"Your honor!" My attorney yelled. The Judge looked at him with a bitter look of displeasure.

She scoffed and stared at him, "Yes?"

"To justify my defendant's case, Leah is mentally unstable! If you look more deeply into her files, she's been diagnosed with several cases of schizophrenia and bipolar disorder along with a mild case of ICD and Insomnia! His argument is invalid! She has minimum to little control of her actions when led the wrong way!"

The prosecuting attorney's face turned red with rage, "Bullshit!" He yelled causing the entire court to get loud.

The judge fueled and shouted, "ORDER IN THE COURT!"

"Your honor it is completely obvious to the average human being that Ms. Franklin is clearly guilty! She's a fraud and she's an inhumane person! Her intention was to watch him die in cold blood! It doesn't matter how you put it! She'll never be innocent in the eyes of the law!" He shouted.

What about the eyes of God? A lie is no different from a murder.

I raised my brows and looked over to the jury.

Their arguments became heated over me. One stance says that I should spend my time in an insane asylum, the other negotiated prison for life. Honestly I didn't want either one, then again who would?

What happens again when you send a sane person to an asylum? Go ahead, I'll wait.

The entire time I rolled my eyes, played with my hair and picked at split ends (As if that would make me look any better than what I already looked), and pursed my lips out. I reacted as the equivalent to that of a bored child, aimlessly trying to maintain my composure. In a small amount time a policeman stood up and walked over to the doors, "Your honor, the accomplice is here." He announced.

Everyone's face turned and their eyes traveled to the door.

She stood and cocked a brow, "Let them in."

In came about four cops and a warden, with them was a man in an orange jumpsuit handcuffed. They strode over to the opposite side of my defense team and I, with their feet making loud rants along the way. I raised my head to get a better look at who entered the room, my eyes never straying off the one they referred to as 'my accomplice'. To my dismay, my eyes lit up with pleasure and delight. There he was. His ominous presence coasted across the room. He looked far from the man I first met that cold September night. He was still tall as the highest mountain with legs that resembled stilts. Godly and all. His blue eyes were grey. His long blonde hair was even longer paired with a beard that would make even the oldest wisest wizard jealous. However his tan was gone. Even though he looked slightly weathered from the recent turn of events, he still managed to take my breath away. Behind his newly rough exterior he was the same ole person I fell in love with. I just couldn't help feeling guilty for causing him so much pain and dragging him into my life of forever changing dynamics. It's my fault why he's here and it's also my fault why everything turned out the way it had. Never once did he exchange one look at me since he entered the courtroom. All the while I kept my gaze glued to his perfect face. He was led over to his attorney where he took a seat next to his defense team. His face showed eager signs of worry.

As soon as his blue gaze met that of mines, our slight interaction was cut short, "Leah." My head turned at the call of my name.

I turned to lock eyes with my attorney, Daniel. I raised my brows in acknowledgement and nodded slightly. "Yes?" I asked.

"We have some serious conditions to go over. I don't think the jury is buying anything you say or that I try to defend." Daniel rubbed his temple with the tip of his fingers. I knew he was stressed. "They're not going to let you plead mentally unstable." He leaned closer to me and leveled his mouth with my ear and whispered, "You're considered fully responsible for your actions. If I were you, I'd expect a more lethal punishment. The jury's much more hardcore here."

I didn't budge. I'll be surprised if they let me get away clean or with minimal repercussions on this one. My file says it all. I'm no good. I know I'm not. Whatever I had done in my past can and will be used against me.

The judge was an old wrench with a grimace that would make Satan proud. Her face was weathered and she resembled one of my old grade school lunch ladies. She looked as if her heart was made of complete stone. Her grayish green eyes were glued to me the entire time we were on trial. It was as if she should see right through me into the deep dark depths of my soul. I have to be insane to think that she'll go easy on me. Her face and gestures said it all. I'm getting the rotten end of the stick as soon as the verdict is read. Judge Lynn stood up with her scrutiny casted upon me, "All in the court rise," She said and everyone stood. I rose up last raising a brow. We made brief eye contact and then she averted her attention to the jury. "The jury has come up with their verdict. Mrs. Sandra Myers please read the verdict," Her eyes then met up with my own.

I narrowed my eyes at her and then drifted over to the jury. Sandra's lips opened up to reveal my destiny, "In the case for the murder of Officer Brian Laurel, along with countless crimes, violations of parole, and accusations," She paused. Her lips slowly moved, "Leah Franklin is found guilty of first degree murder and shall be sentenced to the death row at California's San Quentin State prison."

I swallowed.

Death Row.

Death Penalty.


The courtroom was filled with gasps and then loud chatter followed after. I was in a daze feeling as if I were floating on air. I slightly gazed around at everyone and mouthed a silent, "What the fuck?"

Daniel's face turned to disgust, "Are you fucking kidding me? She's a woman!" He shot over to the Juror's corner only to be stopped by the security officer trying to hold him back. "You don't know what you're doing! She can't go to a male prison!"

Judge Lynn scowled at everyone and slammed the gavel on the hard block of wood three times to get everyone quiet. Once the room was coasted with silence she looked down at Daniel and laid her eyes on me as if I was pure filth and yelled, "Well if she's man enough to commit such heinous and merciless crimes, then she's man enough to suffer the consequences equal to that a man lesser or more her value!"

I knew I despised that bitch for a reason.

I didn't cry. Didn't shed a meaningful tear. Wasn't going to fight. Not going to argue. Just sit back and take it all in as much as possible-- as soon as I snap back to reality. I was very remorseful, just maybe if anything. I threw my back against the chair and closed my eyes. A couple of warm fresh tears fell down my cheeks. I opened them back up to see two apprehensive blues eyes staring back at me full of concern. I looked away. I couldn't bear to look at him right now knowing it would be my last time seeing his face.


Two Years Earlier

Here I am. A lone soldier walking on a dirt road in the middle of God knows where. I don't know where I'm headed or where I'm going-- all I know is that I've been roaming around endlessly for about four months so far and more to come. Feeling as if I've been walking around in a circle forever. Digging a hole but never finding any gold. The heat was overbearing, hot enough to fry an egg on the pavement. I swear I was literally sweating like a honey baked ham. I guess wearing all black, including a leather jacket and boots were a bad idea. I am without a doubt pissed beyond belief. My old man and I had gotten into a little gaff just three hours ago. Because he's such a bad sport, he decided kick me to the curb-- literally.

Few hours earlier

"What is your problem?!" I yelled.

Saul and I had been fighting and arguing nonstop for thirty minutes already. He continued to throw shit at me and act like a total ass. I swear if I had a gun right now, I'd kill him dead. Too bad I'm already on the run-- I didn't feel like risking anything especially my beloved freedom.

He reached around and grabbed my duffle bag from beside the crummy hotel bed and chunked it towards me. It came flying in my direction at warp speed then crashed against the wall behind me, sputtering out all of my clothes. I ducked and bent down on the ground, "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you throwing shit at me?" I yelled exchanging looks from Saul's face and back towards my clothes.

"What's wrong with me?" he yelled sarcastically while throwing his arms in the air.

I nodded, "Yeah."

He could at least try talking before starting a fight over something I have no idea about. Last time I checked he was happily peaceful not even thirty minutes ago and now he's completely hostile towards me.

What the fuck did I do to make him so mad?

Saul smirked and shook his head, "I fucking specifically told you to dispose of the guy's shit and now the cops are probably onto us!" he yelled. The veins on his forehead stuck out profoundly and the lines on his face grew even more rigid. I always hated the way he'd make me go out and do his dirty work for him. What was I, his puppet?

I rolled my eyes.

Ugh, this bitch...

I rubbed my temple with my fingertips, "You're the idiot for not disposing of the gun when you had the chance!" I yelled. "If they track us down, it's your fault!"

Saul glared at me, "The fuck you mean? The cop was right there! I couldn't do shit!"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, "Yeah yeah whatever..."

Saul and I had known each other for years. Even if he was like a father figure to me, he would never fail to treat me like one of his lady friends--like shit. Once upon a time we had a close knitted relationship but then there comes misfortune and adversity, right? We had our share of play time too. I always knew that he fancied me. He was cute, really. He had those mysterious hazel eyes and long dark brown hair that was always tied up in a ponytail and a body made for sin. Long, tan, and handsome he was, but his fucked up personality was the deal breaker. No way in hell could I ever see myself with him--even if he was once my significant other.

These past few days had been hell for the both of us. We were practically living in fear and paranoia. Due to his heavily compacted criminal record, and my rising one, the law was hot on our tails like no other. He was going down and tried to drag me down with him. Little does he know I'm not taking the heat for no one.

I rolled my eyes, "You act like you're gonna get fucking caught! And if you do, you have nobody but yourself to blame, asshole! I'm tired of you running me around like a supervisor!" I pointed. "I have a reputation to keep under wraps too!" I yelled in his face. Not only was he under fire, but I was too. So much shit happening too soon around here. I think it's about time that I take matters into my own hands and remain incognito for a while.

"What are you trying to say? You're leaving me?" he yelled.

No, I'm staying here in hopes to get caught and sent to prison for being an accomplice.

Fucking loud mouthed Italians.

I nodded dully, "Yeah I am." I crossed my arms over my chest, "I think it's time to lay off a bit," I said holding my hands out. And with that, I strode over to my messy pile of clothes that were lying about the room and picked up a pair of black skinny jeans and a black halter top to wear. I've practically been living in a cheap, ransacked, dirty hotel in the middle of the desert with some guy that I'm supposed to look up and confide to.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I snatched my clothes and then I was stopped on my way to the bathroom. Saul's hazel eyes met my gaze. I glanced at him and diverted my attention to a little hole on the wall adjacent from me.

Let the begging begin.

"What now?" I asked rudely.

"You can't leave me babe. I need you," he pleaded causing me to roll my eyes yet again. No generous amount of pleading and begging could make me stay at this point.

I sighed heavily, "Saul, move." I tried to push him out the way. "Let me change my clothes and clean myself up, please?" I begged.

He huffed and puffed. "No! You're not going anywhere!" He grabbed me by both of my arms and tried to drag me towards the bed. I fought back trying to escape his grip and we both ended up falling to the ground. Saul grabbed my shoulders and flipped me over to where I was laying on my stomach.

"Fuck! Let me go!" I screamed. I tried to knock him off me but dammit he's just too damn heavy.

"No! Not if you're gonna fucking leave me bitch!" He yelled through gritted teeth. Saul picked me up and threw me onto the bed and I grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be an almost empty bottle of Tequila and smashed it on his head.

"ARGGGGHHH! FUCKING BITCH!" Saul groaned in agonizing pain. He had shards of glass in his face and on top of that he was bleeding furiously. He brought his hands up to his face and saw drops of blood on his fingers. He stared amazed at his hands and back at me. "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" He yelled and launched himself at me. Saul began to choke me endlessly. I thought I was going to die.

The only thing that could be heard was the faded infamous music of Carlos Santana coming from the radio and our grunts and yelps of rage. Trying yet again to escape his clutches, I pried his hands off of me and kicked his knee causing him to punch me right dead in the eye. I saw a bright light flash before my eyes and I nearly fell unconscious. My head flew back and crashed against the head board and then I blacked out.

A few hours later I awoke in a daze. My head was throbbing and I was in so much pain. I looked to my side and saw that Saul was passed out with blood still pouring from his wounds. I touched my eye and cringed, "Ouch," I muttered.

I got up and grabbed my clothes off the floor and took one last look back that Saul, "Fuck you. I hope you rot in hell bastard." I shook my head at him and pushed my way into the bathroom.

After shutting the bathroom door--and locking it, I turned to face the mirror. I studied myself attentively. God I looked like a total wreck.

The black eye I acquired earlier today turned into a crescent shaped bruise and made me look like I was crazy--well at least that's in my own opinion. Funny thing actually, it brought out the color of my eyes perfectly.

I smirked and bit my lip, "This is wonderful," I sighed. "Time to clean myself up..."

I turned on the shower and took off my pajamas. Hopping in under the hot water, I grabbed a bar of soap and began to scrub myself all over. The refreshing scent filled the bathroom and it felt superb. I sat down in the tub and leaned my head back against the wall as the water fell upon my body. When I figured it was time to get out I turned the water off, dried myself, and began to get dressed.

I fixed my hair-- meaning I brushed it and wrapped it in a tight bun.

I stormed out the bathroom, not paying any attention to anything else. Pulling on my boots and stuffing all of my clothes back into my bag, I noticed that Saul was still passed out on the bed.

I pursed my lips out. "I hope he's not dead," I joked. No really, I could care less if he just so happened to die.

I didn't care though because the moment he wakes up, I'll be gone.

I grabbed my jewelry and put that on along with my aviator shades, and then came my leather jacket. The last thing I had done was grab three stacks of cash from Saul's bag and shoved them inside my bag.

"Well I guess this is good bye," I whispered as I stood over Saul's mute body.

I kissed his temple and tossed my duffle bag over my shoulder. Then I was on my way.

"Don't wait up," I whispered before I disappeared into the wilderness.

I slammed the door shut and stood there, clueless. "Well where do I turn now?" I muttered.

TBC


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Edited by HannahBanana, October 15, 2012, 10:50 pm.
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I started walking down the road. It was hot and I was already getting tired. The serene desert was my only get away, the mountains surrounded me off in the distance and the blistering sun shined from above.

If there was ever a time where I felt like a nomad, it was now. I can't remember the last time I've actually been home for once. I've been with Saul for practically seven years and counting. Every day I wonder how in the hell was I able to put up with him for so long. But now, all I wanted was to rest--to start a new life to become someone new without suffering from consequences and repercussions. If only I could get accustomed to abandoning my old conniving ways along with my past.

"Oh my God..." I panted. "I'm so tired. I can't walk anymore..." I dropped my bags and let them tumble to the ground and bent down placing my hands on my knees. I don't know how far I had gotten but I pretty much decided to take a rest. Then that's when it hit me....

"Hitchhiking," I whispered. I didn't like taking rides from strangers but this was an exception. If anything happened, I'd just pull out my gun and problem solved.

"Here goes nothing." I stood on the side of the interstate and held my thumb out waiting patiently for someone to stop and offer a ride.

Minutes passed still no one.

I groaned.

Just as I was losing hope, an old rusty looking blue Chevrolet pickup came slowly approaching. Some guy wearing a bright red chopper's t-shirt was inside, smiling profoundly at me. I realized that he was most likely in his twenties. I assumed he was from around here, being that he blended in well with his surroundings. He was like a rough neck named Jim--your typical country boy in the middle of the desert.

"Hey little lady you need a ride," He asked through a thick country accent.

He looked harmless--at least I think. I mean, I've been around worse. I guess it was no problem. As long as he does as he's told, we're in the clear.

I nodded, "Yeah sure. You don't mind do you?"

He stared me down from head to toe and smirked, "Nah but it's gonna cost ya." I knew that tone of voice very well. Being with Saul, I grew accustomed to doing favors for men and other unfamiliar people. Prostitution was something I was very keen on, even though I exceedingly despise it. The way things were before, I had no choice but to indulge into it. You'll do a lot of outlandish things to get what you desire.

If this was the game he wanted to play, I'll join in, but I hope he knows that I'm not going as far as he would like. I pulled my hair from its bun and fluffed my curls as they fell down my head. I leaned into the window, making sure to purse my breasts out, "Oh really?" I asked seductively and he nodded in a trance state.

I smiled and trailed off to the back of his truck. I tossed my things in his trunk and walked slyly over to the driver's side, grazing my fingers on the rusty frame of his pickup. Leaning back into the window, I brought my face close to his and asked, "How much?"

A creepy smirk crept across his face, "What about a blowjob?" he asked wiggling his blonde brows.

I smirked and shook my head. He wanted a blow job; I'll give him a blow job alright.

I smiled coyly and my fingers tantalizingly made their way to the door knob. With my smile transforming into a scowl, I snatched open his door and he fell and tumbled to the ground completely covered in dust, "What the fuck are you doing?" he roared.

I glared at him looking down at his helpless body and began to demolish him. He groaned in agony and pain as I kicked him in the balls and he curled into a tight ball, "Ohhh! What the fuck? You bitch!" he groaned grabbing his crotch.

I stared at him--pure scum written all over him, "Fucking creep!" I muttered and gave him the blow he wanted.

A blow to the head that is.

I punched him in the face knocking him out cold. While he laid there unconscious, I hopped in his truck and drove off headed out into the distance--only leaving a cloud of dust behind.

Three Grueling hours later

Gino's Night Bar on the inside was just like I had imagined it as well. The combination of barely any lighting and thick smoke made it almost impossible to see. In the corner was a pool table. Along the walls were leather booths and grimy table settings. And nailed to the walls were the many different Polaroid pictures of the many patrons that always came in and out of the bar. Ignoring the glares of the rough-looking regulars, I threaded through the horde and took a stool at the bar.

The barman gave me a look that made my skin crawl, "Whaddaya want?" He asked.

I slapped a bill down on the counter and returned the scowl, "Surprise me."

About thirty seconds later a glass was plunked in front of me. I pulled it close, but did not drink. "You. Get back here." I ordered, snapping my fingers, resisting the urge to recoil as the bartender leaned on the counter and exhaled a cloud of smoke right in my face.

I sighed and smirked solemnly shaking my head. I raised my brow at him and nodded in his direction, "Just give me a beer. I'd rather have something I'm sure you wouldn't bother to roofie."


James' POV

Metallica was on a break from touring and to celebrate, we decided to go to a bar and have a round of drinks. I was exhausted and tired from all the traveling we've been doing for the past year and a half. I was happy to be home, but after some realization, what the hell was I going to do with myself until then? I was seated alone; Lars and the guys had left just a few moments before. My eyes skimmed the room--there was barely anyone here, which made sense because it was only 12:30 a.m. The whole place was a complete ghost town. The only people that were there was me and two handfuls of people. I continued to scan the room until my eyes settled on a figure that immediately caught my attention.

I saw her sitting at the bar, drinking heavily. She was able to down a beer in seconds--nothing compared to most women I've known. She sat there zombie like, sluggish. From time to time she'd either shake her head or lightly slam it on the bar's counter. She was probably upset about something, and every now and then she'd say a few words to the bartender. She was dressed clad in all black: black leather jacket with buckles and patches all over the place, black pants, and black boots that came up to the middle of her shin. The only thing that wasn't completely black on her was this shiny golden necklace with a cross pendant that she wore along with her with several golden rings that were neatly placed on her fingers. She dressed similar to that of a biker.

I kept trying to get a good glimpse of her face but I wasn't able to, no matter how hard I tried. I was curious to know how she looked, but she kept her face hidden by her aviator shades and a flock of massive chocolate brown and golden curls--part of it was golden and majority of it was brown. Her hair looked soft, almost childlike and I had the urge to feel it. It was extremely curly and I'll admit, it was seemingly cute.

I kept gazing at this anonymous woman that I'd happen to become so intrigued with. The scary part was that I had no idea who the hell she was. I was so transfixed on the subject of being able to meet her and start up a conversation with her.

I sighed.

I didn't want to approach her the wrong way or say something that could put my life in jeopardy because from where I'm seated she looks kinda dangerous. Knowing quiet strangers, she seemed like the type that'll chew you out for the slightest wrong move.

I sat and debated with myself inside my mind, on what to do. Should I stay here or go and make a possible new friend?

Without further hesitation, I decided to get up and approach her.

I grabbed my beer and slowly walked over to where she was seated. I noticed that there was an empty stool next to her so I took a seat. I was just gonna stand there, but I figured it would probably be weird if I just stood there like an idiot.

"Ahem..." I coughed, trying to capture her attention. She didn't budge; she continued to sit there with her fingers firmly placed around her bottle of Heineken beer. She had it on such a firm grip that her knuckles were slowly turning white.

I frowned in unison.

"What the hell is her problem?" I thought.

Her chest bobbed up and down as she breathed. She took long silent breaths and seemed a tad bit unnerved. Most people would turn to look at the person that had just accompanied them, but her-- she sat there not making the slightest move. I had no doubt that she knew that I was sitting next to her.

I huffed and pursed my lips out, trying a second time to make conversation. This time I started with something very cliche, "You come here often?"

Deep breath.

"What?" she asked.

What James couldn't see was that she a weird look plastered on her face.

"What kind of question was that? Why is he talking to me?" she wondered.

"Are you from around here?" I asked not really taking apprehension to what she said.

She lifted her bottle and brought it up to her lips and took a long desired swig of her beer.

I waited in anticipation to hear her speak again. I wanted to fully hear her voice and hopefully see her face for the first time.

She placed her head on the counter and her hair tumbled from her head, all the way down, peacefully landing on the counter of the bar. A few seconds later she took her hand and pulled her glasses off, turned her head to face me, and brushed her locks of hair out of her face. She placed her elbow on the counter and stared at me attentively.

She was absolutely stunning. She had a baby face that was superb. She looked like a doll. Her eyes were big, but not huge. She had full curly eyelashes like a camel and full thick, dark colored eyebrows. Her skin was as smooth as caramel on a sundae. To top it all off, her eyes had to be the up most impressing thing about her. They were blue like the morning sky and full of innocence. She lightly bit her plush, full, rosy lips and furrowed her brows at me. I was so sure she caught me studying her face. However I couldn't stray my eyes off her one bit. All aside from the reddish-purple bruise under her eye, she was too good to be true. If I hadn't taken it upon myself to approach her, I would've never known that this mysterious girl was so beautiful.

"No," She replied catching me off guard while knocking me out of a daze.

"Huh?" I absent-mindedly spoke, while still staring at her lips. I was too hypnotized to speak. I wanted so bad to kiss her lips. Again that feeling came over me. I felt as if we already had a connection. I hardly knew her.

"You asked me if I was from around here so," she paused. "I said no." Her voice was raspy and hoarse, but very feminine.

"Oh, yeah I forgot about that," I chuckled nervously and tried to gather my thoughts. What was I gonna say now? I had no idea where this conversation was headed, but I knew where I wanted it to go. I rubbed my face with my hand and tried to recuperate.

"What's your name?" God that was a stupid question.

Way to go James.

"Why?" She raised her brow giving me an inquisitive look.

"I can't ask?" I joked. Her face remained expressionless. She was a true solider at masking her emotions.

She raised her brows. She smirked--a keen smile surfaced on her face. "A true stranger never lets people know their real identity," she said.

"I'll tell you my name," I insisted.

She folded her arms and narrowed her eyes at me, "What difference does it make?" she asked.

"A pretty big one," I said proudly.

"Uh huh," She nodded and looked off, taking another sip of beer.

I leaned in on closer to her and whispered, "What is a pretty girl like you doing here alone?"

Her icy blues peeped over at me, "Getting drunk."

I chuckled and smiled, "Really?" I asked.

She nodded, "Yeah I'm just blowing off steam I guess. I like to drink when I'm stressed, you?" She let her hand graze the counter top and I got a better closer look at her rings. Bizarrely enough, one of those rings resembled the same ring I had on my hand except it was a golden cross instead.

She got me really bad. Of course I drank when I was stressed, but today wasn't one of those moments at this time. I was out with the guys, she was alone. "Isn't that bad for you?" I bent my head down to her, "Drinking so much?"

"Yeah," She heaved a deep sigh and replied, "I know it surely is, but we all gotta die someday, right?" She narrowed her blues at me, "Don't tell me you don't drink heavily all the time. You're in a bar at twelve o'clock in the a.m." She took another swig of beer and motioned her finger at me, "If I wanna drink alcohol alone, I can."

I raised my hands in defense, "It's ok by all means with me." I could've sworn I saw a small smile creep upon her face.

I leveled my face with hers once again and stared into her blue eyes, "Now enough with the talks about alcohol. Can you tell me your name?" I asked.

She stared back at me for a moment and smirked, before she slyly stood up and got up off her stool. I took this time to admire her body. Long legs, her chest wasn't that big, she was rather slim but had a nice body. I assumed it was her clothes that made her look that way. She was tall, but not taller than me, maybe a good five foot eight.

She rolled her eyes and smiled, showing her dimples. "I'm Nobody."

She reached in her jacket pocket and pulled out a twenty, tossing the money on the counter, she thanked the bartender. Then she patted my shoulder and muttered, "Good-bye James."

Wait, how did she know my name?

I turned around to ask her, but before I knew it, she was half way out the door of the bar. Making a great escape. However I wasn't gonna let her slip through my fingers that quickly. We weren't finished yet, and even if she thought we were, we weren't. I sprung off my stool and ran outside to stop her.
Edited by HannahBanana, October 16, 2012, 10:51 pm.
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Han this is really, really interesting - I love it! Crime fiction is the best, it's my absolute favorite type of story to read. So I'm keen to find out more!

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James' POV Continued

I chased after her and followed her to the street. I tried to capture her attention but when I touched her, she turned around and started going off. She pulled a gun out and my eyes went wide. What was she gonna do?

"Whoa! Whoa! Babe you do not wanna do that!" I said.

"I'm not your babe and get your fucking hands off me pal!" She yelled

I tried to relax her by talking but that wasn't working one damn bit, "Shut the fuck up or I'll blow your fucking head off, Kapeesh?!"

"Ok, ok." I tried to ease the tension. My heart was beating erratically and I felt faint.

She shoved the gun to where it was aligned with my brain and held on to me with dear life. I looked around to see if anyone was around and could help me, but no one, and I mean no one was in sight. Any other day this street would be filled with countless numbers of people, "Now what the fuck do you want?!" She yelled while repeatedly rammed the gun against my head.

"Nothing I just wanted to talk! Now that you're acting like a total bitch, I guess I don't want anything!" I yelled. My eyes kept flicking back and forth to the gun that she had held up to my head. I prayed so much that this wasn't happening and she'd just let me go. I was too young to die especially of it was because of some psycho bitch that killed me because I wanted to talk with her.

"Don't fucking talk shit my dear. If you don't shut that hole in your mouth I swear by all means of God, I will take this gun, put it up to that pretty little fucking head of yours, and blow your brains all over the goddamn place. Now I'm only gonna ask you this one time, and one time only, what the fuck do you want with me?!" She demanding shouted through gritted teeth.

"I already told you!" I breathed heavily. Was this really happening? Where the fuck did she get a gun from? I begged and begged for her to let me go. After almost what it seemed like a lifetime, she finally let go and threw me on the ground. I felt like yelling, "What the fuck is your problem?" but I didn't want her killing me.

She smirked and lazily moved the gun away from my head. She sighed and scrutinized my face, "I ain't gonna kill you..." She slurred. I watched attentively as she shoved the gun back into her jacket pocket.

"My name is Leah, any other questions?" She asked as she continued to stroll. Her hips swayed to the sound of the night seductively as she walked.

I nodded, "Yeah, how did you know my name?" I asked.

She shrugged, "I dunno." She turned to me and raised her brows, "Lucky guess?"

That was no lucky guess. She knew who I was before.

"You've heard of Metallica?" I asked.

"I heard of 'em, fan?" She shook her head, "My friend is one, but I'm on the opposite end of the spectrum..." I nodded. I had no problem if she wasn't that much of a fan.

"So where are you from?" I asked.

She rolled her blue eyes in annoyance, "An undisclosed location."

I raised my brows, "Oh Really?"

She turned around and nodded, "Yes really." She crossed her arms over her chest, "Where are you from?" she asked teasingly.

"Downey LA," I replied smugly.

She smiled sarcastically, "You are so informative. How do you not know if I'm a serial killer who wants to steal your identity and kill you?" She asked. Leah crossed her arms over her chest, "By any chance do you wanna give me your address too?" She leaned her face closer to mines and added, "Social security number?" She offered.

I chuckled, "It doesn't get that good unless we're married."

She nodded slowly catching my eye and pointed out her fingers in the shape of a gun, "I gotcha."

Jesus she was so cute.

"Why are you so secretive?" I asked catching up to walk beside her.

She glanced at me out the corner of her eyes, "Because," she breathed. "Trust is a hard thing to come by these days..." She turned to me and scrutinized my blue eyes with her electric ones.

"Tell me about it." I said causing her to smirk slyly and shake her head.

I stared at her questioning her reasons. "What's so funny?" I asked.

"You agree but you actually trust me," She stood and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't be so quick to want to know everything about someone and befriend them so sudden." She paused and looked around, "Well me at least."

I furrowed my brows at her, "But you don't look all that dangerous." It was true, she didn't look like a criminal or even someone that would even think of doing harm to anyone--but then again looks are deceiving...and she did pull out a gun on me.

She snickered at what I said, "Honey I'm no angel but I've spread my wings a bit." She stretched her arms in the air and her feet risen off the ground to where she remained on her tip-toes, and she let out an exhausted yawn, "My God I'm worn-out," She muttered. I caught a slight glimpse of her flat tanned stomach and bit my lip harshly. Something about her is just so damn sexy--I like it.

I shook my head and bit my lip, "How old are you?" I asked.

She whipped around and gave me a sharp look, "Didn't your mom ever tell you it's rude to ask someone their age?" She raised her brow and continued to reach inside her pocket, only to grab out a cigarette and place it in between her plush lips.

"Yeah, and she also said it's unladylike for a woman to smoke." I said as I watched her gradually take out a lighter, flip the top, and light the cigarette taking a long drag. Smoke blew out of her mouth in big puffs. I never thought I'd get turned on just by seeing a woman smoke--it wasn't my thing, but she captivated me in the strangest of ways.

She smirked and shook her head, "Touche."

She took another draft and said, "Just so you can stop asking me questions--" She pointed. "I'm twenty three years old." Well it's older than I thought. To be honest she looked younger than twenty three. I initially thought she was probably eighteen, but that explains why she was able to drink alcohol.

I sized her up and walked closer to her, "You don't look twenty one."

She smiled modestly, "How old are you?" She asked defying me.

I raised my head up high, "Twenty nine."

She nodded casually poking her lip out and let her gaze drift off. She turned her face back to me, "You don't look twenty nine." I smiled at her compliment and she continued, "You look older." My smile immediately turned into a frown.

I'm sure she gauged my reaction because she then said, "Kidding," She nodded over, "I was joking."

I nodded. We stood in silence admiring the midnight sky. No words were spoken during that time.

"I...Uh....." She sighed and snatched a few glances at me. I turned my face towards hers and she stared at me the same. Her blue eyes burned a hole inside me. They were so fascinating and hypnotizing. We were standing so close, just side by side. Her breathing was calm and her chest bobbed up and down. I wanted to reach and caress her soft face. I wanted to know what she was thinking, but it was so difficult trying to decode her.

She took another drag of smoke. "Were you gonna say something?" I teased.

She looked down and blew out the smoke that was contained in her lungs, "Yeah It's getting late. I need to go." She threw her cigarette on the ground and stamped on it with her left foot, putting the discreet flame out. She smiled as she brushed past me and trailed off again walking further down the vacant street. I was in no way gonna let her leave again. I was destined to stop her.

"Where are you going?" I asked concerned. I knew it was probably none of my business but something told me to make sure that she'd make it home or wherever her destination was, safely.

"Somewhere..." She said a little lost, but I could sense the playfulness in her voice. Leah stopped walking and stayed in the same position. She made no sudden movements.

I took the time to seize the moment and I jogged up to her, "Can I take you home?" I asked.

She whipped around and crossed her arms over her chest, "How are you gonna take me home, when you don't know where I live?" She asked leaning her head to the side inquisitively.

I sighed and shook my head, "I was talking about my house."

"No."

"Well do you have a place to stay?" I asked. She didn't offer to tell me where she lived so I was pretty sure she was perhaps homeless. But I knew I was going to invite her over my place to stay. I wanted her to be alright. I couldn't live with the guilt if anything had happened to her at this point. I needed to know that she'll be ok.

She sighed deeply and replied, "Nope."

"Well, you could--" I didn't get to finish my statement because she interrupted me in mid-sentence.

Almost in a flash, she held out her hand motioning me to shut up and said, "No I don't want to." She walked closer, approaching me once again, "I barely know you and that's bad enough." I furrowed my brows, "I don't want to be a burden on you at all," She said the last part on a whisper.

"I mean," I shrugged. "It's fine. I don't mind at all." I attempted to reassure her.

She smirked and asked, "You trust me that much, huh?" Call me crazy, but I did.

"Yeah I guess." I shrugged," She solemnly smiled. I assured myself that maybe-- just maybe she'd say yes.

She stood in front of me for a moment. I waited as she tried to configure her decision. She shifted the weight from her right foot to get left. She looked upwards towards the sky, closed her eyes, and replied, "Sure."

I'll admit that was like music to my ears, "Now come on. It's really late." I ushered her on and she followed me towards my truck.

We crossed the street together walking side by side, slowly approaching the parking lot. There were no cars on the road, well there was maybe a few. It was a little chilly out, and the wind would brush by every now and then.

When we got to the truck I opened to door for her and she gave me a confused look before climbing inside. I ran to the other side, very pleased. I hopped in the truck and closed the door, roared the engine and looked over to my new roommate, "Are you ready?" I asked with a noticeable smile on my face.

"I guess," She huffed and turned her head back to the window and stared off into the street.

The entire time I couldn't help but think, "She'll warm up to me soon. I know she will."


Leah's POV

I was still shocked how I was able to agree with James to stay with him for the night. I didn't know him and to top it all off it felt as if I was going into the snake pit. I really took a gamble this time and actually agreed to stay the night with not only a random person, but someone that was rich and famous? My mind was blown and even I couldn't believe my own self. I remember my mom telling me not to talk to strangers, she must be really annoyed with me at the moment-- may God rest her soul.

James pulled up to a deserted road and I became suspicious. With such an eerie feeling, I gripped my gun tighter through my jacket. I didn't want to risk anything. I mean the guy was nice it's just that, how do I not know if he's actually a sex crazed maniac who wants to rape me, murder me, and then throw my lifeless body out into a ditch on the side of the road. With him, I was so easily persuaded. If it had been anyone else to invite me to stay with them for the night, I would've declined, but he-- he was so convincing. I don't know what it was about him that made me feel vulnerable, but I thought maybe it was that masculine secure persona of his that makes me want to surrender unto him.

'Come on. He's not gonna hurt ya. Even if he does, you'll just do what you done to us...' That voice in my head spoke. It made me become even more alert. It's the same voice I've been hearing since I-- that one time I-- never mind. It never left me alone, and I don't think it ever will.

The road we were on was quiet and ominous. I glanced out the window and saw nothing but trees and 'Do not trespass' signs and darkness--accompanied by the illuminating light of the moon. I told myself to just let him handle it, since he knows what he's doing.

'He lives here, you don't!' that strange little voice within me spoke again. My heart started to beat faster and I solemnly broke out into a cold yet unnoticeable sweat. I hated those voices, even the ones that reasoned with you. I never told anyone about my mild case of schizophrenia. It bothered me so much. The voices I heard were not mine and that was the scariest part. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to ignore what I had just heard.

"Are you alright?" James asked. He glanced over to me as I opened my eyes back again. I waited five seconds before replying, "Ya--Yeah, I'm ok."

His eyes dwelled on me for a bit and he slowly nodded, "Uh-huh..." He shook his head lightly and smiled as he diverted his attention back to the road. It was evident that he probably knew that I was full of shit. He knew I was lying, he just didn't want to say anything or I'd run away.

We pulled up to a gate and James stopped to put in his pass code, like clockwork the doors of the gate opened to a large vacant drive way. As we approached closer to his domain, a gigantic monstrosity of a house appeared before my own eyes.

My eyes got wide, trying to get a good look at every inch, nook, and cranny of James' mansion. Never in my life have I ever seen such a house. Houses like these were the ones I'd imagine in dreams or see in fairy tales, on TV-- but this was reality. His house was real and fairly large for just one person to live in.

I could only manage to whisper a surprised yet breathless, "Wow."

James chuckled and shook his head. He then said, "It's only 2,348 square feet." He laughed making a joke.

"Your house is huge," I said. I remained in the window admiring his house like a kid looking at a toy store.

"Yeah this is what a record deal and a triple platinum album will get you."

"Uh huh," I flicked my eyes to him and stared him down. His house was big enough to house a whole generation of a family. I knew he wasn't living in it alone begin that he'd be on tour nine months out of a year.

'Go ahead, ask him.' I cringed on the inside. Could someone please help me stop this damn voice from reading my every thought!

"You live here... Alone?" I asked.

He nodded, "Yeah." I nodded in return. He cleared his throat and continued, "Now I have you, don't I?" he asked. I was unsure how to respond. I barely knew him as a person. I'd only heard of him once and we just met, he expects me to move in and live with him already?

'Stop being so paranoid!' It hissed.

I rolled my eyes and stood in silence. James cut the engine off once we were inside his garage that was large enough to house four vehicles. We both go out and I grabbed my bags and followed behind him. The noise of the car doors slamming shut echoed through the garage. Just like I had done while we were outside his house I kept looking around his garage with big eyes.

James started walking inside, "Leah?" he asked. He pronounced my name so sweetly.

I kept gazing around and looked back at him raising my brows, "Huh?"

"Damn girl! You sure are amazed aren't you?" he laughed. I smiled. "It's just a garage and plus you haven't seen the best part yet. Now come on!" He nodded his head towards the door and signaled me to follow him inside.

I followed directly after James like a little puppy dog following its owner. I entered his living room with wide eyes. I swear it was amazing how a single person was able to obtain such a magnificent house. He had a large big screen TV, a nice lounge style couch in the center of the room that was black, a coffee table, and four large windows that out looked to his field of a backyard. I assumed he had a pool, because almost everyone in California did. I looked up and noticed that he even had a deer head mounted above the TV, "Nice." I thought sarcastically.

"So how do you like it?" He asked walking backwards and holding his hands out as if he was revealing a prize.

"Why does it matter?" I asked and then immediately closed my mouth afterwards. I probably shouldn't have said that. I was hoping that I didn't offend him.

"I don't know." He shrugged, "I just wanted to see if I could make you feel at home." That was one of the most caring things I've heard anyone say to me lately.

'Too bad she doesn't know that home feels like.'

I heard it again, this time it was loud and clear, "Did you hear that?" I asked James. He furrowed his brows and gave me a confused look.

"Hear, what?" He asked.

"Nothing," I shook my head. "It's not important," I waved a hand and tried to shrug it off and ignore it. I guess it's no big deal, at least not yet.

"Alright," James and I glanced over at the clock and it read 2:30 a.m. It was later than I thought. So much time had passed by. James turned back to me and asked, "Sleepy?"

I nodded and said, "Lead the way."

James smiled and headed up his spiral staircase, I followed right behind once again. We entered a long hallway with four bedrooms and three bathrooms. They all were slightly empty but at least contained a bed and I guess one also housed some of his personal stuff.

We kept walking until we reached a room at the very end of the hallway. James pushed open the door and revealed his guest room to me. It was huge, bigger than any room I've ever seen. It was nicely decorated, to my surprise since the fact that he was a guy; I didn't think that he was the one to decorate the room. It didn't seem like his thing to do. The room was gorgeous and roomy. There were three tall windows with blue curtains that covered them. The bed was huge too, maybe a queen size, just the thought of being able to sleep in a warm bed pleased me. The comforter was dark blue with black embroidered flower patterns on it. It was covered with four large pillows and I suddenly felt extremely tired just by looking at it.

Although the room was slightly empty, I figured it really didn't matter to me because at least I had a bed to sleep in and a roof over my head, for now at least.

James turned to me and said, "This is where you'll be sleeping for tonight." His voice mimicked an English butler and he smiled a cheesy grin afterwards. I smirked and timidly walked into the vacant room, it was a little cold and I shivered a bit I let my bags fall to the ground and I shrugged my leather jacket off and tossed it on the bed. I then walked up to the middle window and looked outside. There was a stunning view of a private beach and a bunch of trees that surrounded it in the wilderness. The moon was bright and I reassured myself that tonight for the first time, I'll feel safe and secure.

While still hypnotized from the view I spoke with my eyes not taking sight off the window, "Thanks... for everything."

James didn't reply too soon after. I heard him walk towards me and heard his footsteps come to an abrupt stop. He placed his hand on my shoulder and replied, "No problem. Glad I could help."

I turned back to face James and he smiled at me a reassuring smile and squeezed my shoulder. I returned the favor and for the first time I could genuinely feel happy around him. James gazed into my eyes and gave me a very seductive look. I was so transfixed on his baby blue eyes; I hardly noticed that voice again that said, 'Kiss him! Make him want you!'

Everything sounded right and I felt so relaxed that I started to move my lips closer to his. James moved his hands to my waist and he held them there with his fingers softly playing with the hem of my shirt. We were so close--our noses almost touching and I could feel his hot breath on my lips. His eyes grew darker with lust and my heart rate sped up even more. Our lips were nearly touching until I heard, 'Reel him in and then kill him!' I stopped mid-way. It sounded to evil that it scared me nearly to death.

I moved back from James' face and saw that his eyes were closed, not too long after he opened his eyes and said, "I'm so sorry. I--I didn't mean to. I--uhhh."

I shushed him and said, "S'fine. I know." James nodded and looked down at my attire and looked back at me. He narrowed his eyes and was about to speak before I interrupted him.

"You have anything I could sleep in? My other clothes are kinda in need of a deep cleansing," I was really tired but not too tired to actually fall asleep in the clothes I was wearing or in my dirty clothes that were contained inside my bag.

James smiled, "I thought you'd never ask." he turned and guided me out the room, "Follow me!"

I rolled my eyes and ran to catch up with James. I followed him until we reached his bedroom. I stopped abruptly in the door way and gazed at everything insight my eyes landing on his bed that was fit enough for a king. My mouth dropped open. Endless possibilities over what could happen. I'll admit I was acting very hormonal at the moment, hopefully it'll surpass.

"Here," James handed me a large black t-shirt with the words 'Black Sabbath' printed on it. I took it in my hands and looked at it like it was foreign to me.

"Really?" I asked.

He said, "Well it's either that or--" he pointed at my clothes I had on, "That."

"You forgot something else," I slyly said and smirked.

James looked confused for a bit and then an evil mischievous smile crept across his face, "Naked?" he asked innocently.

I couldn't help but laugh hysterically and he joined in too, "No! I wasn't talking about that!" I giggled some more and managed to say in between laughs, "I was talking about shorts."

James blushed and said, "Sorry. I don't have any, that's clean."

I laughed again and said, "Alrighty then." I nodded and continued, "Thanks."

"No problem, Leah." James said playfully. He walked closer to me and hugged me and whispered, "Sleep tight," In my ear and lightly kissed my cheek. I felt chills ease down my spine. His voice resembled that of someone I once knew and it frightened me.

'Is it coming back to you, Leah?' The voices asked. I sighed deeply. This wasn't gonna be easy to deal with. My past will never let me move on, not after what I did. God please help me!

Edited by HannahBanana, October 18, 2012, 10:10 pm.
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:lol: It's Nicole :D

But anyway. Yes! This is awesome! Oh my god and you've thrown schizophrenia into it too, brilliant! And that almost kiss from James... :drool :drool :drool I was soooooo there...

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Leah's POV

I abruptly awaken out of my peaceful slumber. I sprang up out of the bed and started to scan my surroundings carefully. I had no idea where I was. I was so used to sleeping in a shabby motel or somewhere else that was unsuitable for a person to crash at night-- that waking up in a bed in a gigantic room seemed like a dream. It seemed impossible. My heart was racing once again from my little scare. I glanced around the room to see if I could find a clock or something. I knew for sure it wasn't morning because it was still dark out.


My eyes settled on the alarm clock that was placed on the nightstand next to the bed and it read 6:15 a.m. I face palmed myself, "It's so hot!" I mumbled. I didn't want to be rude and stalk around James' house in stealth mode. Even though I was a 'criminal', snooping around other people's homes wasn't my forte.


I stayed in bed looking around nearly sweating like there was no tomorrow, "What to do now..." I was insanely hot and began to sweat uncontrollably. I tried to fan myself to cool down.


"Jesus! Does this guy believe in air conditioning?" the bed was damp from the sweat that I had mounted up. I groaned and decided to just go take a very cold shower. Maybe that will resolve my problems.


Without further hesitation I hopped out of bed and walked into the hallway. It was dark and quiet--nothing could be seen. Then again I already had poor vision. I walked carefully trying not to make any noise or hit anything.


"Oomph! Fuck!" I spoke too soon, way too soon. I ran into the wall and stubbed my toe on impact. Jesus Christ! It hurt so bad. I crouched on the floor and cradled my foot and silently moaned from the pain, "Ow! Jesus Christ!" I whispered in agony.


I stood up and tried to recuperate, "Ok," I nodded, "Now if I can just find the bathroom, I'll be on my way." I kept walking--this time even more cautiously. I did not want a repeat of what happened before. I found the towel closet, which was empty. Great, he had no towels. "Note to self: Never accept an invitation from a guy who's never at home ninety-nine percent of the time," I huffed.


The bathroom was the next door over. I went in and made sure to close the door shut and lock it. In the event that James woke up, I didn't want him to see me in my birthday suit. I stripped off my clothes, turned the nob to cold, and sat down in the shower with my legs tucked under my chin. I closed my eyes and relaxed as the cool water splashed over my naked body. It felt very rejuvenating and calming, like all my worries had washed away. I noticed that there was a tube of shampoo on the edge. I shrugged and asked myself, "Why not?" My hair was sweaty enough from today and I'm sure it was in need of some cleaning. I grabbed the bottle, squeezed some in my hand, and lathered my scalp. It felt heavenly. I smiled in unison.


When I was done I stepped out cold and wet, and then remembered that I didn't have a towel to dry off with. I did the only thing that came to mind, grabbed that damn t-shirt big enough for a two hundred pound man and used it as a towel. I sniffed my underwear, "They'll be fine." I knew it was disgusting and unsanitary but I wasn't going to sleep commando. So, I slipped them back on and used the t-shirt once again to dry my hair. Because I washed it, it immediately smelt better. I wrapped the shirt around the top half of my body, cut the light off, and ran back into my room.


I hopped back into the bed and contemplated whether to wear the t-shirt or leave it. I decided to sleep topless. It couldn't hurt, could it? Within seconds I pulled the covers over me and fell back to sleep.


James' POV


It was finally morning and I saw the sun's bright rays peep through my window. I was still tired and sleepy, but I remembered that Leah was still asleep upstairs.


"I wonder if she's hungry," I mumbled. My stomach started to growl and I realized that maybe I was hungry too. I got outta bed and slipped on some sweat pants and headed to the kitchen. The house was quiet. I figured she was still asleep.


At first thought I was going to cook a big breakfast for the two of us, but on second thought, when I opened the fridge, there wasn't shit in there to eat. I haven't been home in nearly a year. The food that was still left was either spoiled or--fucking rotten. I made a mental note to go grocery shopping at some point. I threw the remaining food away in the garbage.


"Well, McDonalds it is," I shrugged. I jogged back into my room to put on a t-shirt and some sneakers, grabbed my keys and made my way back into the living room. I was almost out the door when my cell phone rang.


I smirked, "Hello?" I asked.


"Hey James!" It was no one other than Lars. "Are you still coming over today? We got some business to take care of."


"Uhhh, yeah." What was I gonna do about Leah, while I was gone over to Lars'?


"Good. Make sure your ass is here before three. I don't wanna send a focking swat team after you. By the way, when did you get home yesterday? I called you like five focking times." I rolled my eyes, annoyed as fuck. I hated when Lars would always act as if he was my fucking wife or something. It was a good thing that he'd always be concerned, but damn was that shit annoying too.


I sighed, "I came home around two-thirty in the morning, mom." I decided to not tell Lars about me inviting a chick over to stay with me, he'd just make too many fucking questions and I didn't have time for all that shit.


"What the fock were you doing?" He asked.


"I wanted to sober up a little so I wouldn't be too shit-faced to drive, and pass out behind the wheel. In case you forgot, I do live in the fucking wilderness, Lars."


"Ok, ok. Just make sure you'll be here by three."


"Alrighty then." Lars and I said our goodbyes and I placed my phone back in my pocket. I left the house, locked the door, and headed for McDonalds. I figured that Leah would most likely be still asleep when I got back.


Twenty minutes Later...


I got back home with two bags full of food, hell I even stopped by the grocery store to get a few things. I closed and locked the door as I made my way back to the kitchen. I set everything out. I had bought some fresh fruit, bagels, yogurt, and meat (of course), and juice. Everything was lined up in the table ready to be devoured. I wanted to make sure she had enough to eat, she looked as if she hadn't ate in a while. It was my mission to fatten her up some more. I smiled, realizing how sweet I can be at times, when I'm in the mood. I'm sure she'd be thankful for this and what I had planned for later on.


"Leah!" I yelled her name from the bottom of the staircase. I waited patiently for her to make her way downstairs but she didn't come, so instead I went upstairs to wake her up for myself.


As I approached the door I knocked softly, there still was no answer. I opened the door and peeked in to see of the ghost was clear and walked in. She was sound asleep. The covers were all over the place, and so was her hair.


My eyes betrayed me though. I noticed that she was only wearing her panties, nothing else. I tried to stray my eyes away from her body but I couldn't. She looked better half naked than with clothes on. Her legs were long, lean and toned. Her back was flawless and gorgeous. Her ass was the best part. So tight, round and firm. I bit my lips and lightly shook my head. I wanted so badly to grab her, but I knew she'd probably karate chop my ass in a flash.


I slowly walked up to her and shook her softly, trying to get her to wake up.


"Leah...Leah...Wake up!" She stirred a little and rolled her head to the side. I leveled my face with hers to see if she was finally gonna wake up.


In two seconds or less her eyes fluttered open to reveal her bright blue eyes before me. She looked like an angel with the sunlight illuminating from her body. Ironically enough, she was far from an angel.


Leah's POV


I heard a soft voice calling my name. I stirred a bit and finally opened my eyes to see no one other than James in front of me....smiling? That's weird. Then I remembered that I was a little under dressed.


"Shit! I forgot that I was sleeping only in my underwear." I thought. I wonder how long has he been in here? Was he staring at me? I looked back at his face, pure amusement written all over it. Oh yeah, he was definitely checking me out. Ugh, men. They always think with their dick and not their actual brain. God have you one for a reason, dipshit. I rolled my eyes and said, "Do you mind?"


"Yeah, go ahead. I'll close my eyes." He turned around and waited for me to do what I was gonna do. I got out of bed and reached for my halter and black trousers and put them on.


"Ahem!" I coughed to signal him that it was safe to turn around, "You can look now." James turned around and walked up to me.


"Are you hungry? I bought a shit load of food for us to eat," he chuckled, "It looks like a damn buffet down there. I was hoping you'd come and eat so we could enjoy the rest of the day." He gave me one of those innocent smiles and my heart fluttered. He was just too cute for his own good.


I smirked and accepted his invitation, "Alright."


We both walked downstairs and he led me to the kitchen. On the table there was an array of food spread out like a buffet just as he described. Everything looked delicious and my stomach growled loud. James looked at me and smiled, "And you were gonna say you weren't hungry."


"Hell yeah, I'm starving now." James grabbed two plates and cups for us and we both dug into the food like two kids. I was emaciated and it felt like the first time in months that I was finally able to enjoy a meal, even if it wasn't home cooked.


"You know, I'm supposed to head over to Lars' later on." James said with his mouth full.


"Ok." I nodded and grabbed a piece of cantaloupe.


"You do know who Lars is, right?" He asked.


I shrugged. Lars was his friend, right? I coughed and raised my brows, "He's your friend...."


James smiled and nodded, "Yeah and my band mate..."


"Oh..." I muttered and stuffed more food between my lips. I swallowed my food, "What does he do?" I asked.


"He's the drummer..." James smirked and chuckled, "The world's laziest drummer."


I nodded and cocked a sly smile. James was so odd to me in a good way.


He stopped eating and studied my face for a bit, "Are those the only clothes you have?" he asked.


I swallowed the lump of food in my throat. Well that was a random question. How was I gonna explain to him that this was all I had--not to mention my other clothes in my bags in the room. I sighed deeply and took a sip of my orange juice, I hadn't had any in so long. James stared at me attentively waiting to hear my explanation. "Not really, I mean I have those clothes upstairs but yeah..." I raked my fingers through my thick massive flock of curls, "That's about it."


James raised his brows, "That's it?" he asked.


I looked down and began to shift my cup in my hands. I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. How was I supposed to explain myself to him. I never old anyone about my past and how I got here. I always lied, but with him I couldn't lie. The truth kept screaming to come out. It was literally kicking my ass.


I let my gaze travel up to his face and I nodded slightly, "Uh huh."


James wiped his mouth with a napkin and his muffled voice echoed, "Look, we're going to the mall after you get done eating." He sounded so demanding like he was my father and I was his child. I furrowed my brows. What the fuck?


"Excuse me?" I asked.


"I'm buying you some more clothes. You can't keep wearing the same stuff every day." I agreed, but I didn't want him spending his money on me like that. I don't know him.


"How long have you been carrying around those clothes?" he asked.


I rolled my eyes and nonchalantly said, "Four mouths."


James nearly spit his food out and stared at me incredulously, "What the-- Seriously? Four months!"


I nodded leisurely, "Yeah..." Not that big of a deal, dude.


"Fuck Leah! We are definitely going shopping," He pointed. "Hurry up and finish eating. I have to be at Lars' at three!" I nodded and he got up. "I'm gonna get dressed. Let me know when you're ready," He called over his shoulder.


I laid my head on the table and watch him walk away, "Ok dad." I said sarcastically under my breath. This was going to be interesting, shopping with James.
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Leah's POV

At the mall James and I went to every store imaginable. To be quite honest I haven't shopped like this in--well I haven't shopped like since that one time Saul robbed the bank and took me on a shopping spree. It felt good to feel free for once, to be able to spend money and not have a care in the world; even if it wasn't my own money to begin with. I had got a lot of clothes and shoes. I learned quite a lot about myself also, like for one I went up two bra sizes which was crazy, but made sense. I was officially a 32C and I was happy about it because I always saw that having a nice rack was a vital part to the female anatomy, it's what makes us women. Enough about that, I mostly got casual clothes; I wasn't really the flashy type. There were also people giving James strange looks when we passed by, I guess they knew who he was but they didn't ask for an autograph or picture, then again they probably mistaken me for his girlfriend or something.


While shopping James and I had stopped by the restroom so I could change out of my old clothes and into something new. I decided to go with a pair of shorts and some t-shirt that had a zombie face on it--James picked it out. I had also put on a pair of tennis shoes because the boots, they weren't working out so much. While putting my original clothes in the bags, I thought to myself, "I should get another ring?" I looked at my golden cross ring. It had been the main ring I had worn for the past four months and it had become of some great significance to me over time. I'll never forget that day when I had gotten it.


"Or taken it..." Again. They're here again. Why? Damn voices are screwing up my life.


I shook my head in agony. For once could I at least get some piece? So far everything has been going slightly well and right at the peak of my decency, they choose to acknowledge me and once again fuck everything up. And I ask again, why?


"Hey took you long enough," James joked as I walked out of the restroom with three full bags intact. He held the other two in his hands as we continued to walk around, window shopping.


"This is the most I've been shopping in a while. I usually don't do this much during the holidays--no wait, even then I don't shop this much." He laughed and I nodded. He didn't seem like the Christmas shopping type. I couldn't imagine seeing James on Black Friday fighting over VCR's and shit like that.


"Well I haven't either," I stopped walking and turned to face James. The bag I had in my hand was semi cutting off my circulation and I set it down on the floor. "Thank you so much for all your help! I don't know what I would've done without you. I--I--" James gazed at me nodding and smiling. I didn't know what exactly to say. I could. Say 'thank you' a million times, but would that be enough?


I shook my head out of confusion and continued, "If you would've never offered me to stay with you, God knows where I'd be right now..." I didn't even get to say the rest because James put his finger to my lips to shush me and he grabbed me and embraced my body with his own into a warm and comforting bear hug.

His body was glued to mines and I could smell his fresh man scent, it made me smile. We pulled back and he said, "No problem. That's why I'm here." I nodded and we picked up the bags and continued to walk further into the mall.


"There are not many people here. Are there?" I asked.


"Nope. It's good though, at least I don't have to watch out for crazed fans trying to tackle me or ask for autographs and pictures every two minutes." He laughed.


"Yeah, but then there's the paparazzi. What if they think we're, y'know, together?" I asked looking into his eyes.


James blushed, "Let them. I don't care unless you do."


I shrugged, "I don't know." He seemed a little unnerved about us being spotted together.


James kept staring at me and he finally asked, "Why'd you put that on?"


I stopped walking and furrowed my brows, "You don't like it or something?" I asked.


"No, no I mean it's fine. I just figured you'd wear something more... Y'know..." He motioned with his hands.


I shook my head, "No I don't."


"Girly?" he offered smiling awkwardly.


I smirked and shook my head, "I'm not like that. Didn't you see what I had on before? Not that girly. Girly's not me at all." I was never really the risque type--I take that back when I was with Saul I dressed like a straight up sheet hooker. Now that we weren't in each other’s company it felt good for me to dress like I always wanted instead of looking like a prostitute all the damn time.


James smiled, "I can see that."


We kept walking and passing an array of different stores. Then I got curios and asked, "Did you get anything?"


He nodded, "Yeah, I got a pair of chucks and a new hat, remember?" He said and I shook my head no.


"Oh Ok."


We continued to pass by plenty of stores before I stopped directly in front of a salon. There was a lady, I guess in her mid-forties, trying to give out free makeovers. She had your typical Jersey Shore blonde teased hair, pale, shit load of makeup, and a lot of pink everywhere.


"Come on darling!" She yelled. I looked around wondering if she was referring to anyone else besides me. I pointed a finger at myself and mouthed a silent, "Who me?" She nodded and pointed directly at me.


"Honey if you let me, I will do you a big favor and get rid of those dreadful highlights and make you look better than ever!" Dreadful highlights? What? I didn't have highlights, my hair was naturally two-toned.


"Uhhh, I don't know," I said nervously. I didn't want my hair changed at all; I liked how I looked already. Was she crazy?! I sure as hell didn't want her doing my makeover. Why? Because I didn't want to end up looking like her, a damn fool.


I shook my head, "Oh, No no no no--" James smiled knowingly at me and urged me to give it a try.


"Go ahead. It'll be cool." I narrowed my eyes at him. He can't be serious. I liked my hair a lot; then again I hadn't had anything done to it in nearly my entire life. It was a part of me and my past--just then something ticked in my mind. If I want to forget about my past and erase it, maybe a makeover wasn't a bad idea. Maybe it's just what I need to get by.


"Ok..." I gave in and agreed to get a makeover. Next stop hell! James shoved me towards the lady and she grabbed me by my arm like a child and took me inside the salon. I left and tried to ready myself for an hour of torture. When she placed the cape on me, I looked in the mirror to have one last good look at the old me.


"Are you ready?" She asked as eager as a then year old girl. I nodded and smiled. I wasn't ready. I closed my eyes and tried to prepare for one of the most drastic things to come for me.


James' POV


I watched as Leah was being dragged away into the salon. Poor girl, she looked scared as shit. The lady literally dragged her inside. I thought maybe it'll be nice for her to do it. Something tells me that she hadn't had anything done to her hair in a while.


With her gone I decided to walk around for a bit. I was exhausted from all the ripping and running, going from store to store. I was happy to see her excited. However something had already convinced me that it wouldn't last long. I liked her a lot but she seemed a little off balance. She was very off balance.


I waited and at this point I was sitting on the bench outside the salon.


"Damn, what time is it?" I glanced at my watch I bought earlier. It read 1:56. We needed to leave soon. It was almost two and I didn't want Lars bitching me out if I were late. I sat down and bounced my leg up and down impatiently. Women always took long in the mall. I started to look through the clothes I bought for Leah. I bought her a Metallica t-shirt, of course, and she got a pair of denim shorts, I couldn't wait to see how these'll play out.


I was still shifting through her clothes when I noticed a cute brunette walk out of the salon. I was completely absorbed in her and I studied every bit of her face, my mouth went dry as I noticed that she was actually Leah. She kept her head down in shame as she approached me. She looked up and stared at me with her icy blue eyes and bit her lip. She was a totally different person. The chocolate brown hair contrasted perfectly with her blue eyes and caramel colored skin, it made her look exotic and-- sexy as fuck. Her hair was straight, not curly any longer, and it was still long about three inches past her shoulder, but she probably had her ends trimmed. Her hair was parted in the middle and it flowed down her head bone straight, it looked great. I loved it a lot.


"Wow!" I said breathless. "You look amazing. You look like a totally different person." She smiled shyly.


"Thanks. It was kinda hard though, I never had anything done to my hair before. It's weird. I'll get used to it though." She shrugged and smiled. Her smile got more and more captivating. Her dimples made her even more desirable.


"Don't you have to go to your friend's house at three?" She asked.


"Yeah, well I guess it's time for us to get a move on..." She nodded and we both made a starting walk to my car.


When we got to the car, I opened the trunk and placed her bags in the back as she opened the passenger door and hopped inside, "So... Do they know about me yet?" She teased.


"No, but they'll find out when we get there," I said. I knew Lars would probably drill me about her and ask all these damn questions. Then again he'd probably hit on her and try to talk with her little does he know that she's in no way shape or form like those other chicks we get a concerts and on the road. She's extremely different.


Leah's POV


"Hey Lars," James said as Lars opened the door to his monstrous house. It was as big as James' house and amazing. I was intimidated just by looking at it.


"Hey man--" Lars exchanged a strange look with James and directed his attention to me and smiled. He walked closer to approach me. While he was directly in front of me, I took the chance to size him up. He was taller in person but I still had him by an inch or two. I immediately knew that he most likely suffered from little man syndrome.


He kept staring at me and gazing into my eyes. I got slightly uncomfortable and decided to introduce myself, "Hi, I'm Leah." I tried to sound as sweet as possible even though it was fully out of my character. I at least for once wanted to make a good impression on someone.


Lars took my hand in his and shook it, right after he brought my hand up to his lips and placed a small peck on the back of my hand. I blankly stared with no emotion plastered on my face, however, I saw James give him a stern look and furrow his brows.


"I'm Lars. Lars Ulrich," He said so arrogantly it made me want to throw up. I hated guys like that. He probably guessed that he can act as passionately as he wanted and that I'd give it up to him. I'm not like those girls on tour.


I nodded and he let go of my hand and it lightly went back into place. Lars smirked and turned back to face James.


"So James who's your friend?" He said putting more emphasis on the word 'friend'. He looked back over to me and raised his brows and gave me a predatory wink to which I smiled and rolled my eyes after.


James sighed deeply and rolled his eyes, "Fuck off Lars. She doesn't want to fuck you, ok?"


Lars looked offended and his eyes shot back to my face, "Lars this is Leah. She's my Uhhh...." James stared at me hesitantly trying to figure out what to say. I raised my brows and do did Lars. "She's my cousin," He said smugly and finished it off with a cheesy smile and nodded towards me. I gave him an inquisitive look and nodded, un surely.


"Yeah I'm his cousin." Lars smirked and looked back and forth between James and I.


"To be cousins, you two sure don't look alike," He said.


"Well she's my--why the fuck does it matter?!" James flipped. Lars held his hands out in defense and shrugged.


"Nothing, nothing," Lars said.


"Hey Lars, what the fuck man? I thought we were supposed to be playing Harvester of So--" Kirk instantly stopped talking when he noticed James and I.


"Sorrow...James man! It's great to see you." He gave James a bear hug and when they pulled away, Kirk stepped back to size me up.


"Hey," He smiled and continued to enjoy the view. I secretly rolled my eyes and attempted to completely ignore him.


"Hi," I said shyly. Then Jason appeared and stopped behind Kirk. It was so weird to me. All of James' friends stared at me like I was a slab of steak. Mouths gaped open, eyes bulged, and other things bulged (if you catch my drift). It was insane. I wished I could just crawl under a rock and hide.


"I'm Leah," I said and smiled sweetly. Jason nodded and reached to shake my hand to which I returned the favor.


"She's James' cousin," Lars said sarcastically. I knew he wasn't buying it one bit. He knew James best and I was so sure he knew when James was lying.


Jason and Kirk smirked, they knew it was pure bullshit too. "It's was nice meeting you Miss. Leah," Kirk said playfully and Jason laughed. All the while, James stared--no glared at his friends with a pissed face that said a thousand words.


"Well let's go jam. That's what I came here for, right?" James said. The others nodded and they all went to Lars' studio inside his basement. I followed James and stayed behind him.


James stopped in the door way and turned around to face me, "Don't worry I know they can be very fucking annoying at times." He said. I nodded.


James and I walked into Lars' personal studio and I looked like any other studio I've seen on television. It was large roomy, with control techs and all the other necessary shit.


I kept looking around when I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. They were engrossed in a conversation about their next tour when I interrupted them to ask Lars where his bathroom was.


"Lars where's your bathroom? I really have to potty," I said. He laughed along with everyone else. I guess because I said potty and not pee.


Lars snorted and said, "Down the hallway to the right." I nodded and left.


"If you need any help, I'm available!" Lars shouted and James smacked his arm afterwards.


"What?! She's hot!" Lars whispered.


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Hehehehe slowly making my way through the massive backlog of fics that I haven't caught up on and here I am at yours Han! Yay!

I really like this, I can see James falling for Leah, hard. :wub:

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"I'm Lars. Lars Ulrich," He said so arrogantly it made me want to throw up.
Poor Larsy...we give him so much shit about being arrogant :D

Well if you're still willing to post then I'm still willing to read...sorry it's taken me so long to get here!

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James' POV

When Leah left, the guys instantly zoomed in on me and gave me crazy looks. They wanted to know the truth. They knew something was up, and I couldn't blame them.


Lars smirked and looked at me serious, "How many times have you guys fucked?" He sat back in his chair and waited to hear what I had to say.


"Come on man. We haven't fucked. I told you she's my cousin." I still had to lie about something. Lars smirked and rolled his eyes.


"You're such a focking liar, Hetfield! I may be dumb sometimes but I'm not stupid enough to know that she's not your cousin." He narrowed his eyes at me and said, "Wait, she's the reason why you came home late isn't she?"


I hated to admit the truth. They'll never let me live that down. But the whole 'fucking her' situation was the truth. "I never once fucked her. I just let her stay the night. She didn't have a place to stay. End of story!"


Jason smirked, "But you can't deny that you didn't think about hitting that. James she's fucking hot and you know it."


I shook my head. Yeah she was hit but--I--I'll admit, I did like her. She's different and I like that. I was feeling her a lot, but if she showed that she was interested just maybe I'd take full advantage of the opportunity; it was ultimately her decision. "Look, I like her I think she's attractive and what not, but--" I sighed. Was this shit really fucking necessary?


"What's holding you back?" Kirk asked.


"Dude she pulled a fucking gun out on me!" I instantly stopped right in my tracks. I shouldn't have said that. I mentally tried to prepare myself for the wave of questions I was about to get bombarded with.


"She did what?!" Lars yelled. His eyes were wide as saucers and so were Kirk's and Jason's. We were all quiet and didn't say a word.


"What the fuck?!" Jason whispered in a hushed tone.


"I was trying to talk to her and she pulled it out and almost shot me in the--" I stopped talking because like clockwork, Leah opened the door of the studio and walked in and stood right next to me. Everyone's gazes were strayed and they didn't mask a thing.


Lars' eyes strayed and Kirk shot up, "I need to go take a smoke. I'll be back."

"Kirk you don’t even--" Jason interrupted, but Kirk gave him a death stare causing Jason to shut up. Kirk walked out the studio, leaving me and the others in an awkward silence.


"How about them raiders?" I asked. Lars snorted and Jason did too. Leah--well she just stood there.


Meanwhile with Kirk...


Later Kirk walked back inside Lars' house from taking breather. When he passed by the living room he noticed that the news was on and he heard a familiar name.


"Actually Brad, there's another one that were on the search for her name is Leah Franklin and she's around twenty three years of age. She's wanted in five different states. The last time she was seen was in May of 1989 in Forks, Washington. She's apparently been on the run with man, her accomplice, by the name of Saul Capella. The duo is responsible for the murder of three people and has also been charged with manslaughter, counterfeit, prostitution, and consumption and dealing of drugs. Leah and Saul have been trailed for triple murder and assault to four policemen. Apparently they are being described as the Bonnie and Clyde of the nineties. They have been on the run and there are no signs or leads to the two. No one knows where they are, but we will remain on the lookout for the both of them."


Kirk leaned closer to the television to get a good look at the screen. Almost a few seconds later Leah's mug shot appeared on the television screen and Kirk placed his hand over his mouth. It was the same Leah that James arrived with only her hair was blonde and brown, like it had been only a few moments ago. He was in complete disbelief. He couldn't believe his eyes.


"If anyone has any insight to where she may be please call us at 555-473-1200."


Kirk was in awe, "Holy shit!" Kirk ran back into the studio and when he opened the door, he saw that they were all laughing and enjoying themselves.


Leah stopped laughing and looked over to Kirk and gave him a concerned look, "Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."


Kirk's face went pale and he looked over to James with an inquisitive look.


"James can I talk to you outside, alone?" Kirk appeared in the door way waiting for James to come and talk. After what he saw he wanted to make sure that no one else would be able to hear them talking about Leah.


James furrowed his brows in confusion, "Yeah sure." he stood up and towered over Leah who was seated she exchanged looks with Kirk who at this point didn't have the guts to look her in the eyes.


Once outside, James confronted Kirk, "What's wrong man, are you ok?" James asked concerned he noticed that Kirk was pale and looked completely disoriented when he walked back into the studio.


"Yeah I was until I found out that your little girlfriend there is a fuckin' fraud!" Kirk said. He looked extremely uneasy and uncomfortable. He tried not to talk loud enough for the others to hear.


"What are you talking about?" James hissed.


"When I was on my way back in here I saw a fuckin' news report about America's Most Wanted and she was on their list." Kirk looked around and lowered his voice a notch and continued, "I'm telling you James, they had her age, mug shot, and everything! She's a fuckin' psychopath! She's a criminal! She's a fraud! James I swear the girl on the TV looked exactly like her only her hair as a different color. I'm almost sure that's her they want." He finished in a hushed tone.


James rolled his eyes, "Come on man, what's so bad about that? It's not like she killed five guys and escaped prison." He joked.


James chuckled a little until he saw the look on Kirk's face that said 'Think again'. His mouth instantly went dry. Kirk can't be serious.


"What the fuck?! Are you serious?" James whispered harshly.


"Hell yeah!" Kirk nodded. He wanted James to know that he wasn't making everything up. It was true he had seen it with his very own eyes.


James' eyes went wide. He started to pace around desperately, "Shit! Fuck!" He yelled through gritted teeth. "What the hell am I going to do?" James was at a state of desperation. If this was actually true, how was she able to mask her true self?


Kirk shrugged and pursed his lips out, "You can call their number to turn her in, but I have a strange feeling that, that is not gonna work out," He offered.


James shook his head and held it down in an act of desperation. He couldn't do that. He can't turn her in like that, "I can't believe this shit..." He said. "But she did keep trying to convince me not to talk to her..."


"Did you notice that anything was wrong about her before?" Kirk asked.


James looked up at Kirk and said, "No! And that's the point, but then again when she pulled the gun out on me I just thought maybe she was like every other girls with the tasers and shit--You know trying to make sure their not being kidnapped or whatever. Other than that she's been nice and caring lately." James shook his head for the fourth time that moment, "Shit man, I would've never guessed that." Leah was surely a master of disguise. Never once did she come across as a psychopath. To James she was an innocent young girl who needed to be guided in the right direction.


"Well--" Kirk started until James interrupted him.


"What if that was her then. What if she's changed? We all change don't we?" James tried to look on the brighter side of things and hope for the best. If this was true how does he not know if she was willing to change? Her first step of self-improvement had to be when she had gotten a makeover.


Kirk sighed. He wanted so bad for James to see it how he saw it, "James not when she's a murderer. She killed five people, indulged in drugs and prostitution, and robbed a bank. That's fucking ridiculous. What I'd she tries and kills you next? Huh?" Kirk shot.


James frowned, "I don't think she'll do that. She likes me a lot."


Kirk narrowed his eyes at James, "How are you so sure about that?"


"Because when I'm with her, she's nice and she's very thankful for me for helping her out. She's happy, I make her laugh, it's like she enjoys my company and I enjoy hers too. Look it doesn't matter; I'm not turning her in. She's staying with me."


"James you're kidding right?" Kirk asked exasperated.


"Nope I'm keeping Leah."


"But what if they find out that she's staying with you and she goes to prison and you get sentenced to jail for housing a criminal on the run?"


"Well we don't have to worry about that because no one is gonna say anything, right?" James retorted.


"James... I don't know man," Kirk said.


"Kirk its ok." James placed his hands on Kirk's shoulders and said, "People change."


"Yeah, that's the thing," Kirk rolled his eyes. "Look if you care about her that much, then so be it." Kirk then pointed, "But if anything happens you can't say that I didn't warn you."


James nodded, "Yeah, ok."


After they finished their talk, James and Kirk walked back into the studio solemnly. Lars and Jason eyed Kirk and James suspiciously. Leah felt slightly uncomfortable, she had no idea what was going on.


'You idiot! They were talking about you! They know the truth!' A demonic voice hissed. Leah furrowed her brows. She didn't want to believe it, and so it shall be and it was; she paid no mind to the voices. Most of the time they were just a bunch of lies.


"It's ok they don't know the truth and they don't have to. What they don't know won't hurt them and if I have to confess to James then so be it," She thought. Trying desperately to reassure herself.


For three hours Leah watched as James and the other guys played a round of songs from Black Sabbath to Aerosmith.
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Leah's POV


I sat and watched them play. Whatever song they were playing had one of the best rifts I've ever heard. I came to the conclusion that it was most likely a song of their own because James sang it with such passion. I think it was called 'Wherever I May Roam'? I don't know, but I liked it. I liked it because it explained my state of being.


"Nomad, Vagabond, Call me what you will!" James sang and somehow I managed to know the words and at the same time that James sung, I mouthed the lyrics along with him. I softly bobbed my head along with the rhythm of the beat which also surprised me because honestly I could not stand heavy metal music with a burning passion.


I was bored that I decided to kick back and relax. I kicked off my sneakers off and lay back on Lars' little comfy couch he had inside his studio. While they kept playing, I noticed that James kept exchanging looks with me. His blue gaze was on mines the entire time, never straying one bit. I felt uncomfortable and uneasy. Something about him made me feel a little paranoid. The thought of him knowing my secret coasted in my head for a brief second. "Did he know? I hope not!" I thought.


My God of he had ever found out by the slightest amount, he'd probably kick me out of his house and turn me in to the cops. And lord knows what I'd do. I'd probably-- No! Never mind. "Leah, you're not like that any longer. Let it go!" My head was a whirlwind of mess. I can't think straight for shit. If any of them knew, I'd be driven to do the only thing I could think of, I'd escape and run away. I'd be forced to abandon this life and start another. Too much planning and scheming. I'd have no time. Forget it.


I rolled my eyes and huffed. Inside my mind was like my life, a tangled spider web inside a deep dark, ominous forest. I hadn't been able to move on with my life because of my unsettling past. The images of people shooting up, the robberies, the killing sprees, and the prostitution--it was all too much for me to handle. All I aspired to do was get rid of the past and start anew.


It was too much for me. I could hear Saul talking now, "Just fucking do it Leah! It's not that bad! You'll fucking get used to it before you know it."


"NO! I can't! I don't want to do it! Just let me go! I don’t wanna see this Saul! This is fucked up!" I could hear my adolescent self cry. I squeezed my eyes shut again. I never wanted to relive those moments ever again. No matter how much I try or even attempt to change, it'll never be enough. My past will not stop haunting me until I destroy myself. One day, I'll eventually be my own demise.


"Hey Leah! We're leaving!" James yelled and captured me out of my thoughts. I jumped slightly and sighed deeply. This wasn't going to be easy. This guy has absolutely no idea what he's getting himself into.


James' POV


The guys and I kept playing. I wanted to be in the zone, completely separated from reality. My only getaway was trough music. After what I heard Kirk tell me I wanted to just forget everything. The beer that Lars had given me in between breaks was downed in less than a second. I wanted to be numb and not feel anything--to not believe shit about Leah being a fraud. She's too nice to be like that--that probably wasn't her who has done that. Maybe it's someone else, but not Leah. Hell I'm sure that she’s been manipulated to do those things.


The entire time we were jamming, I kept a keen eye on little miss murder face. I could've sworn I seen her singing along with me. It brought a small smile upon my face, at least she liked something. After staring for a while, I noticed her talking to herself. She squeezed her eyes shut, cringed her face, and banged her head. I shook my head; it was like she was at war with herself. Man, she needs to be saved and I think I was destined to be her superman. Don't give a fuck what Kirk saw, she needs me, I need her.


"Hey Leah! We're leaving!" I shouted. It was getting late, I figured it was time for us to head back home and plus I didn't want Kirk dropping any hints.


"Look guys, I think I'm gonna head back home," I said. Lars smirked and gave me the bullshit look.


"You're kidding? It's only focking six thirty!" He shouted. Then a creepy smile crept across his face and said, "Wait! You're just in a rush to go home and fuck her aren't you?"


"What the fuck? No!" I yelled.


"Sure whatever," He rolled his eyes.


I looked around and nodded, "Yeah, I'm fully aware of that. I think I need to head back home. Leah looks tired," I said acknowledging what he had previously said before. I took a glance at Leah, who was half conscious.


"Well we barely did anything but jam," Jason complained.


I rolled my eyes.


"And that's what I fucking came over here for!" I pointed. "Geez Jason, what did you want to do? Make arts and crafts?" I asked sarcastically batting my eye lashes." Jason smirked and Kirk and Lars laughed. "Well what the fuck do you think we should do then? Newkid?" I asked seriously.


"I think we should go out--" Lars instantly held his hand out and interrupted Jason.


"I'm not in the focking mood." Jason folded his arms across his chest and gave Lars a stern look.


"Let's just drink and watch a movie..." Kirk offered. We all exchanged looks and shrugged.


"Nah, I'm gonna have to sit this one out for a bit," I said.


"James, do we have to leave?" Leah approached me and placed her arms around my waist and stared into my eyes with her baby blues, with a pleading face.


"Yeah, do you have to leave?" Lars mimicked Leah and chuckled.


I looked from him back to Leah. That stare, those eyes, how was she able to do that? Her stare was so intense and convincing. The combo of her hands around my waist and staring into my eyes made me melt inside. This girl has no idea what she's getting herself into.


I sighed, "Ok. We can stay." I smiled when she smiled. Her deep dimples showing a sign of grace.


"Leah, Leah, Leah, what are you doing to me?" I thought.


When we got home I looked over and saw Leah passed out on the passenger side. She was exhausted, probably from our shopping spree earlier. While we were at Lars' I had to watch and cope with Lars hitting on Leah for the hundredth time. Kirk kept staring at Leah and looking back at me making the whole situation worse as I predicted. For some reason I had a feeling that when Leah and I had left, Kirk spilled the news to Lars and Jason. God knows how they'd react.

When we got home I looked over and saw Leah passed out on the passenger side. She was exhausted, probably from our shopping spree earlier. While we were at Lars' I had to watch and cope with Lars hitting on Leah for the hundredth time. Kirk kept staring at Leah and looking back at me making the whole situation worse as I predicted. For some reason I had a feeling that when Leah and I had left, Kirk spilled the news to Lars and Jason. God knows how they'd react.


"Leah get up. We're home." I shook her almost lifeless body and tried to get her to wake up since we had finally made our way home from Lars'. She stirred a bit and opened her eyes to reveal yet again, those same two big blue orbs staring right back at me.


"Huh?" She asked yawning and stretching.


"We're home." I said.


"Oh ok. My clothes are in the car, right?" She asked.


I nodded, "Yeah."


"Shit." She mumbled.


She got out the car and followed me to the back of the truck to get her bags out.


"Here, take these and I'll get those." I said lifting three bags from out the trunk. She reached in over me and grabbed the other two. I felt slightly uneasy being that close to her. Even if she touched me before, several times to be exact, I was still a little shaken up from hearing about her deepest darkest secret. I viewed her as being a totally different person than what I had before. She looked innocent enough, but her whole persona was a different story.


I slammed the trunk and closed it and followed Leah towards the house. She watched as I unlocked the door. I could feel her eyes burning a hole in my back while she waited. I pushed the door open and let her in first and I followed after.


"Home sweet home," I muttered as I set the keys on the counter and kicked the door shut.


"You hungry?" I asked, "There not much to eat but I could order pizza, Chinese, Mexican?"


"Yeah sure, surprise me..." She said. "I'm just gonna go for a shower," She called over her shoulder and headed upstairs towards the bathroom with her bags intact.


"Ok," I mumbled as I watched her disappear upstairs. I tried to erase the happenings of earlier today out of my head. Nobody in their right mind should have to deal with this dilemma.


To get my mind off things I flicked on the TV and decided to clean up a bit while Ms. Murder-Face was in the shower. After I tidied up the living room and ordered some Chinese food, I took her bags up to her room to find her clad in only a bath towel fresh out the shower.


"Shit! You scared the hell outta me!" She placed her hand over her heart and took a deep breath.


"Yeah sorry about that. I should've knocked. Any-who, here's your stuff." I held her bags out for her to grab and she motioned for me to put them on the bed, so I did as she wanted.


"I thought you were in the shower," I said.


"Yeah, I forgot my clothes." She said bending down to pick up a shirt that fell. I couldn't help but stare at her again. "Well, that's it. I'm going back under the water." She brushed past me and waltzed back into the bathroom.


"Get it together James," I said silently to myself and walked out of the room and back downstairs to the living room. I crashed onto the couch, lay back, and tried to relax but my conscience wouldn't let me. I snatched the remote and began to flip through the channels to find something good to watch. I found it ironic that majority of the stuff that was on TV was about murder. Without being able to conceal my emotions any longer I sprang up and began to pace around my living room in distress.


"Shit! What the fuck am I supposed to do?!" I groaned. I began to scratch me head and face palm myself over and over again.


"Ok, I could practice telling her that I know about her secret," I said.


I continued to pace around and practice what I was and wasn't going to say, "Leah, I think you're great and all but earlier I found out that you're a criminal and--I--you're--" Shit! That wouldn't work for damn sure. At that moment I felt what doctors felt when they had to tell someone that a patient died. It wasn't easy. I had to figure out the right thing to say, especially to her.


"Leah, I know your secret," I shook my head in frustration. There's absolutely no way in hell that I'll be able to confess to her that I know a little about her past.


"No, no, no... Fuck! That's not right!" I took another deep breath and tried to practice again, "Leah, its ok. I know that you're-- I know you've murdered five people and I'm--" I stopped as soon as I heard footsteps approaching me, making their way down stairs. My heart rate instantly increased. Fuck! I knew it was no one other than Leah. I turned around slowly and when I saw her staring at me, my blood froze.


"You're what?" She said calmly--no traces of hesitation or fear present in her movements or voice at all.


I couldn't gather the balls to finish what I was going to say. Shit if she heard that much, she knows where I'm headed. Thoughts of her killing me at this instant flashed through my mind. I was scared as fuck. If she wanted to kill me right now, who's stopping her? I looked back at her and she was still leaning on the staircase with her eyebrows raised and a confused look on her face.

"James?" She asked.
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He said he was gonna be her superman!!! ahsfxhckfh!! :splat:

More more MORE!! :biggrin
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Oh James... You better say the right thing! Can't wait to see where this revolation takes their relationship!
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He said he was gonna be her superman!!! ahsfxhckfh!! :splat:
^ THIS. :tu:

*swoooooooon*

I am loving this fic! Can't wait to see what happens next! :)
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