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| Where Ever I May Roam; REPOST! TBA Era Metallica/ OFC/ Mystery Suspense/ Romance | |
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| HannahBanana | January 1, 2013, 5:57 pm Post #16 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Looks like James bit off more than he could chew Here's another update ladies. Happy New Year! I'll post more later today, possibly in a few. ![]() James' POV I shook my head, "Nothing." She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously, "Uh huh... Are you sure? You seemed very in tune with yourself..." I nodded, "I--I'm sure. Just talking to myself cluelessly you know. It's typically normal for most people..." I nervously scratched he back of my head. "Ok...." She smiled. "Oh well I know what you mean. I talk to myself all the time, maybe a little more than usual but I do." She trailed off and sat on the couch and turned to me with her blue eyes burning a hole in me, "What are we eating?" I sighed, "Uh Mexican. I--I just ordered it not too long ago. When you were in the uh shower..." She nodded and grabbed the remote. Leah began to flip through the channels on the TV trying to find something to watch. I was sweating uncontrollably and I had to do something quick. Part of me wanted to tell her that I knew, the other half was paranoid thinking of what she might do if she knew that I found out. I huffed and raked my hands through my hair and over my face. "Try to keep your cool Hetfield..." I muttered. "Can you believe this? Some woman killed her husband while her kids were in the same room begging her not to do it!" She shook her head lightly. "That's deranged..." Oh it's fucking deranged alright. Says the girl who murdered five people in counting. I huffed and shook my head. The truth was eating my insides. I tried my damnest not to say anything, but it just happened. "Leah have you committed any crime lately?" I blurted. As quick as it came out if my mouth I regretted it instantly. She slowly turned around and furrowed her brows, "What?" My heart was beating out of my chest. I sighed, "Are you a criminal? Have you--you know?" I motioned my head at the TV screen and in a matter of seconds her and another guy's mugshot appeared on the screen. My eyes went wide and Leah turned her attention back to the TV. Leah's pupils dilated at the shocking sight before her very own eyes. The same news report Kirk saw earlier just happened to come on at the wrong time. "Speaking of the devil," she murmured. "This is what I'm talking about..." I said. "I knew about it before this came up..." I whispered. She sighed deeply and rolled her eyes, "I knew you found out. Didn't you?" She asked cautiously. I was seconds away from making a break to the telephone to call the cops. I nodded my head, not saying a word. "Look, I know that you know what's going on. I'm ok with that. I also knew that something was up because Hammett kept giving me strange looks and so have you," She raised her voice at the last instance. "And this shit appears out of the fucking blue..." "Why didn't you tell me the truth?" I asked. She huffed and shook her head, "I lied for a reason..." "For what reason? To protect your identity? Is that fucking why?" She looked and said, "Uh yeah! Why wouldn't I want to save my own ass? Jesus James you fucking act so fucking retarded sometimes!" She raised her head and bit and asked, "Happy?" "What the fuck?! Were you not gonna fuckin' tell me about that shit?!" I yelled back. "I was! When I decided that the time was right! I didn't want to spring the shit up on you to begin with! James if you haven't fucking noticed, we only met yesterday!" She argued back raising her voice a notch. I shook my head, "Still you could've fucking said something at least! I can't go around with you in public knowing that the entire fucking swat team is trying to hunt you down!" "Oh, so you expect me to say Hi my name is Leah and I'm a murderer and I'm also mentally unstable!" She said sarcastically while throwing her arms out. "No! But what the fuck? You should've told me!" I retorted. "How many times do you have to say that shit?! Newsflash James! That's not something that you tell someone when you first meet them!" She huffed and pointed her index finger out at me, "And don't even go there! You kept trying to talk to me! I didn't ask you all these damn questions and I sure as hell didn't ask to come and stay with you. Before you try to put the blame on me honey, I didn't fucking approach you first!" "So what if anyone else finds out?" I yelled. "Nothing," She shrugged and glanced around while shaking her head, "Nothing's gonna happen 'cause they're not gonna find out." She slowly approached me face to face and said, "You're not going to say shit about it." I got closer to her face and did the same, "And what if I do?" I asked trying to deify her. "I'll make you my next victim. I'll end Metallica. You'll be with your mother and Cliff." She spoke coldly playing a game I didn't want to intervene with. Her comment about Cliff and my mom pissed me off, how in the hell did she know that they died? How could she say some tacky shit like that? Leah cocked her head to the side and raised her brows, testifying my sanity. She knew she instantly pushed one button of mines. "Go ahead." I looked around, "No one's stopping you." I said playing her game. "The ball is in your court now." I pointed. She lightly smirked and shook her head, "I like to save the best for last." She looked down and back up into my eyes and bit her lip, "And besides," She shrugged, "I wanna enjoy this while it lasts." I sized her up, she couldn't be serious. I never met such a cold hearted person in my life. She had to be putting on a front or something; I know damn well this isn't the real her. She was letting her demons take over. At this point she and I were both face to face. I could faintly feel her breath on my lips and her breathing started to hitch slowly. We were inches away from kissing--I was an inch away from ripping her clothes off. Even though she was pissing me off, I couldn't refrain the thought of making her surrender to me. I liked that, the fire that blazed uncontrollably within her. Her wild demeanor, how she was able to be so aggressive and assertive, I found that highly desirable. She tilted her head a little to the left and narrowed her eyes at me while huffing in frustration. We gazed into each other's eyes like wolves, lustfully, hungrily sizing up their prey. It was almost an eternity of us two trying to show the other up. I wasn't going to let some 'bad ass' chick emasculate me in my own fucking domain--even if she was a stone cold blooded murderer. Heh, she could kiss my ass if she thought or even thinks that she's more hardcore than me, the Mighty Het. Leah's lips were plush and parted slightly. I grew hot with desire. Don't crack Hetfield. She leaned even closer and broke down one barrier. She placed one of her hands on my chest and began to stroke it slowly. The bulge that started to develop in my jeans grew tighter. She spoke sweetly and said, "James, you wouldn't turn me in, would you?" She asked innocently and batted her camel lashes at me, giving me the puppy eyes. Either she was very convincing or she was an expert at getting her way I thought. "I don't know. You tell me," I asked unleashing my husky voice that girls always fall for. She came even closer to me and said in my ear, "Well if I were you and I let someone that I know is a murderer stay in my house, I'd be sure to watch my back twenty-four seven," She said. "I'm willing to take that chance. You don't scare me just because you're a criminal." I was surprised myself of what I said. "I'm not letting you out of my sight, even if my life depends on it." I ducked my head down so my face was leveled with hers and repeated, "I'm the big bad wolf in this case," I whispered and stepped back into place. She slowly rolled her eyes, turned her head to the side, and smirked solemnly while backing away. "Do what you think is best. It's your call Hetfield. Remember, the ball's in YOUR court!" She said making her way outside. Knowing me, she made sure to walk really foxily and disappeared into the backyard. I bit my lip while shaking my head. "Jesus, what did I get myself into?" I asked myself while rubbing my face with my hands. |
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| I_Disappear | January 7, 2013, 11:52 am Post #17 |
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