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| CarpeDiemBaby | January 9, 2013, 6:37 pm Post #31 |
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O.M.G!Damn! Lars, how could you?!! James is going to very kick his danish ass! More!
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| -DJ- | January 9, 2013, 6:44 pm Post #32 |
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DUNDUNDUN! Omg Lars! Did NOT see that one coming!!
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| Sol | January 10, 2013, 3:33 pm Post #33 |
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Oh my god, all that enthuasism goes straight to my heart! At first, I didn't plan the Ellie and Lars thing but, when I wrote it, it sounded great to me. Anyway, sorry for the mistakes. Hope you'll enjoy this one just as much as the other ones! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Eight July 24th, 2001. San Francisco. " So, that's it? " James asked, stunned by his ex-girlfriend's words, looking at Castor playing in the yard with in his sisters. " You don't wanna know what's going on with your daughter? " " She isn't my daughter and everyone knows that. She's yours. Don't wanna get involved in that again? " " Why? " James almost shouted, losing his self-control, sitting on the sofa. " ' Cause it hurts, James! " Lily snapped back as he was drawing a small tree on a sheet of paper. " It hurts so much! Don't you know you took everything that I had? " " C'mon, you left her! You left us! " He corrected, his eyes reflecting his anger, his throat suddenly very dry and his hands starting shaking a bit on the pencil, letting bigs marks on the apples he had drew. " How was I supposed to behave? " " You don't understand... I don't want to know a thing about her because I know it'll break my heart again and again. " " Okay. She's pregnant. " " What? " " You heard it. Bye. " Hanging up the phone, James sighed, really exasperated, letting everything he was doing on the table. He wondered how he could have been with Lily for a whole year. He had been such a blind man all this time. Hopefully, he had Francesca now and she was all his ex-girlfriend wasn't. Carrying, loving and strong-minded. The fair-haired woman appeared in the living-room with a broad grin on her face. He looked at her sitting next to him and put his arms around her, bringing her closer to him. Kissed her. " Did she say something about Ellie? " " No. I won't ever understand her. She's just such a jackass. " " Yeah, for sure." Francesca asserted, kissing him back again " Anyways... " A loud noise rang and the front door smashed open. " Fran'! " Ellie nearly screamed, her face suddenly very pale as she made her way into the room. " They're here! " " Who? " her step-mother frowned, slowly straightening up. " I called Lars and Kirk to tell them about... you know... the problem. " James said " You what? " " Nothing, I'll meet them. " He went on, getting on his feet. James made his way to the yard as his older daughter joined his wife on the sofa, whispering something he couldn't hear into her ears. Ellie waited for him to swung shut the front door. Her heard was madly pounding in her chest. " God. This ain't going at all. It's gonna be the worst day ever! " " Everything will be fine. He won't ever know if anyone makes comments. " " How couldn't they make comments? " Ellie replied, tucking her hair behind her ears, her blue eyes frightenned. " I mean, I'm... expecting a baby. That's a big deal! They'll know and they'll start fighting and everything'd become non-sense again! " " They won't. " " But... Lars will know everything. I mean... I didn't do that with another guy so, obviously, he'll guess. " Ellie gave up, looking down at her shoes " Why the hell did you have to sleep with him? " Francesca seemed mad at first but quickly settle down, lifting her step-daughter's face to glare at her. " Why? " " Because I thought he 'd leave his wife for me. But he didn't. I was just a distraction, nothing more. " *** James leaned against the kitchen table, a beer in one hand, sighing before downing with greats gulps his drink. He didn't like to talk about his family with his friends. He just wanted to be as quiet as possible about this because their judgements – not out loud judgements but couple of small gestures – affected him way too much. Slowly, his eyes search for the exit. He still could run away from there, pretending he had to be with his children but ' beer' was a silent synonym of ' big deals ' with Metallica members. Ever since the beginning. " So, what did you want to tell us? " Lars said, sitting at the table, turning around to face the singer James cleared his throat, trying to seek his words. " It's about Ellie." " What's the matter with her? " Kirk asked, frowning " Alright... " James gave up, as he saw three peers of eyes staring at him, waiting for him to explain. " She's three months pregnant. " All his friends were stunned, at the look they shot him. James took another beer from the fridge and opened it. God, he was ill-at-ease. " What... What happened? " Kirk managed to say " I.... I don't know. " James pointed out, drinking. " And, honestly, it's better that way! " " Wow. " This was the only word Lars let out the whole discussion they had, really shocked. *** Lying on her bed, eyes wide open staring at the white ceiling, tears falling on her perfect face, Ellie's mood was down. She used to really like her father's band compagny. Usually, she used to spend a lot of time with them and she knew them ever since she was a baby. They were like dads to her. Except for Lars. Her relationship with the drummer had always been kind of special. He used to be the one that could make her laugh while her father failed and while Deanna wasn't there. He used to teach her Danish so, when she was mad at James she could shout some words he did not understand. As she was focusing on every single day they had spent together, she remember all the littles things he had done for her, and her tears became more intense. It was 11:00pm and, since two hours, she was grounded. No tv, no phone, no friends. Just her and her insane feeling of guilt. Her and her sad thoughts. James had figured out her future baby's father. She could easily heard him cursing about how sick she was, how sick they all were, how unhealthy all this situation was. “ I don't wanna see you around for a while, now, Ellie! You're just fucked up already!” he had insisted. Even though he hadn't pulled out his hunting gun, she saw Lars and him fighting until Kirk and Francesca came to separate them. Then, the front door slamming, the bike engine roaring. Everything had become non-sense again. And it was all her fault, at least the biggest part was. Ellie sighed, streching her numb muscles. Slowly, she put her hand on her belly, noticing the small bump that began standing out. Stroked it with her delicate touch. " Mommy isn't a good girl, sweetie. She's just a jackass, a stupid whore. But, it ain't your fault, not at all. Everything's mine. I was being and acting silly. I...” she stopped in the middle of her sentence, just to take a deep breath, wipping her tears away with a hand. " Just thought your father wanted me in his life. " she admitted, putting a lot of emphasis on 'father'. " He's a wife, you know. Oh god, I'm so stupid. How could I image that we could've been happy living together? That was crazyness! " Ellie sat up on the bed, running her fingers in her messy blond hair. " Now, your granddad is upset and I am, wich means that I make everyone suffer... I'm so sorry, honey. Sorry 'cause I don't want to be a lousy mom but it doesn't start as great as I would've thought. " --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks a lot, everyone. Just two more chapters left! ![]() |
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| Verde Manzanita | January 10, 2013, 4:23 pm Post #34 |
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I have no feelings in my soul, where most have passion I got a hole
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Uhuh! James' gonna be upset for the rest of the week, and Lars better start assuming he's gonna have a son soon. Poor Ellie, so sad and confused...
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| CarpeDiemBaby | January 10, 2013, 6:34 pm Post #35 |
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Poor Ellie. ![]() But, let's face it. Sooner or later that situation had to happen. Hope James doesn't make a mistake, acting with no thinking. And about Lars, well, he have been such an asshole for have been sleeping with his best friend's daughter, when he had a wife. Moar!
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| myparanoid | January 10, 2013, 6:54 pm Post #36 |
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OW I really want to know what is going to happen! Mooaar please
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| Sol | January 11, 2013, 3:51 pm Post #37 |
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Thanks, guys, for everything! I loved every feedback! ![]() I apologize in advance for the mistakes. This is the last real chapter. Hope you'll like it! It's kind of surprising. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Nine October 13th, 2001. San Francisco. " Huh... Ellie? I knew you wouldn't answer the phone. Haven't seen you in a while. And... " The voice broke during several endless minutes, as if the person was seeking for her words, couldn't find them or hadn't found a proper way to express herself. " I'm sorry, I really am... I didn't mean to drop you like that, for sure. I'm just a jackass. Such a fool. I wish you could forgive me one day, wish I could make you feel better. But I can't. Your dad still doesn't talk to me and I completely understand that 'cause I 'd have the same reaction if he were him. Hope he isn't hard with you.... " Lars' familiar voice echoed once more in the phone, making Ellie's heart pounding loudly in her chest, her breath becoming uneven. " Well, I heard it's a girl. Actually, Francesca told me that. You must be... huh...kind of happy about this, at least. Anyway, I'll keep the last shit for me 'cause you mustn't wanna hear my voice much longer... " Ellie hung up her cell-phone, sighing. She didn't like this situation at all. James was still mad at her, avoiding her as much as possible, focusing all his energy on his music, even though he couldn't stand to be in the same room as the drummer. She put the phone on her nightstand and lied on her bed. Lars wasn't totally wrong. Even though her mood was foul, dealing with grief and her upside-down hormones, she felt incredibly joyful. She would have a daughter soon. Just seeing her would make everything go for the best, she knew this. She had talked about this with Francesca. And James couldn't be angry longer at her all his lifetime. That was obvious, for sure. *** January 17th, 2002. San Francisco. " Daad! Fraan'! " Ellie wailed as loud as she could. " I think it's time to freak out! " The teenage girl sat up on her bed, her feelings mixing with fear, pain and excitement. She already had seen Francesca doing this while she was expecting Cali and Castor. She got up as fast as her nine-months pregnancy belly enabled her to, grabbed a peer of jeans she had left on a chair the day before and put it on, leaving her wet pajamas laying on the floor. God, her water had broken. That was unreal. What was she supposed to do, now? All she wanted was to close her eyes and wake up from his mad dream. She relaxed as she heard footsteps through her bedroom walls. They were woken up. The door swung open and she immediately saw her step-mother, a little nervous beneath her small smile. " Are you okay, sweetie? " " Yeah, I guess. " " Don't you want anything before we go? I'll take your bag. " " No, thanks. Where's dad? " " He's calling your aunt. " Ellie nodded, picturing him worried as hell, trying to dial his sister's number just to tell her what was going on, even in the middle of the night. And this was the cutest thing ever. After all they had to go through during her pregnancy. *** " I swear I'm gonna kill myself if she looks just like her father. I'd never forgive me that! " Ellie cursed, running a hand in her hair, nearly crying because of the pain. Earlier, when she had arrived to the hospital, the doctors had said she would have to wait because the baby's position was not the one they were looking for. They had put her in the room with Francesca, and often, a nurse would check the progression of the events. Something wasn't right and she had to deal with this. The waiting seemed endless and Ellie was losing her nerves, the pain taking her over a little more with every breath. " She'll be perfect, just as you are. " Francesca said, trying to comfort her the best she could She had laid a hand on her step-daughter's thigh in a gesture of support and her face looked saddened. " Lars cheated on his wife because of me. How could I be a nice person? " " Shh, Ellie, you don't need to bother with that now. " " It hurts, Fran'! " " Do you want me to call someone? " " Yeah, please. " *** " What do you mean by ' some issues' ? " Francesca barely inquired, her voice trembling Her heart was pounding like never before in her chest. This couldn't be real, could it? Did the surgeon just said that everything was not right with Ellie? Immediately, she had thought of the worst possible script. The teenage girl's death. During a few seconds, time just stopped and her life since she met James flashed before her eyes, taking every inch of her over, catching her while she was struggling not to let tears run down on her cheeks. She had lived some of her best and worst days with him and his little girl. She had seen them sad, joyceful, nervous, peaceful, furious, with every feeling at a time human beings could feel. Ellie was her daughter too and she had told that to her husband. Francesca was soothing her when her father wasn't there, busy touring. Each time, took care of her as if she was her own child. She had never made a difference between Cali, Castor and her. Never. She loved her so much. " We had to do a C-section to get the baby and, as you may know, this isn't a simple operation. She haemorrhaged... One of the biggests in my whole career and... " " No! " Francesca cut off But, the surgeon looked down his shoes. In a while, all she wanted to do was to tell him not to joke about that. This wasn't funny. At all. Then, she started realizing what impact his words would have on her, on her husband, on her whole family. Oh god, that couldn't be possible! Why were they all acting in this way? Tears were now streaming on her cheeks. She did not want to believe but her worst nightmare became true. " I'm sorry, from the buttom of my heart. " " Oh god! " her voice broke What was she supposed to do? Did she have to call James now to inform him that his daughter passed out giving birth to his grandchild? Did she have to call Lars to tell him? Could she see the baby? What the hell was she doing here, shaking with great sobs, wishing that she could go back to the time Ellie was just a innocent child. Her world was bursting into a million pieces. It seemed to be Hell. *** " James? " " How are the baby and Ellie doing? " " James... honey...I...I've got something to tell you. " " What's going on, Francesca? Why the fuck are you crying? " " Something went wrong at the hospital. " " What happened? " James' voice seemed to be like a murmur into her cell-phone " She... " " Don't tell me that. That's not funny. " " I'm not kidding, James. " " No! " That was the first time ever his wife could hear him weeping like that. On the phone. Almost crying out in distress. *** " Is she okay? " Fran' asked wiping her tears away with a hand, looking down at the baby she was holding tightly against her She didn't remember her children to be so tiny, to look so insignificant in her arms. But there she was, the new precious creature of the Hetfield's house. The woman had a lump in her throat, her emotions mixing with sadness and fascination. Why did this day have to be one of the most beautiful day she had lived until now and, at the same time, the worst day ever? The baby had fell asleep, his eyes closed and sometimes wailing, his small belly raising up and down at the pace of his breath. " She's fine. " the surgeon asserted. " A beautiful little girl. " Francesca slowly smiled, her tears restarting their way down her cheeks, as she kept her eyes on the new-born : a thin layer of blond hair was covering the top of his head. " You didn't need to bother about how she looks, Ellie. " She barely murmured, crying. " She's perfect. All blonde. " A short silent took the room over, quickly broken. " What's her name, by the way? " Francesca inquired, lifting her head up to face him " Her mother has mentionned Marcella Francesca Hetfield as her birth name. " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The longest chapter I have ever written in English! (I'm so proud right now) |
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| Zira | January 11, 2013, 7:44 pm Post #38 |
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Sorry, I had a LOT of catching up to do. WOW. Lars, what have you done? Poor Ellie. Wait, poor James for losing his Daughter! I loved this. |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | January 11, 2013, 8:35 pm Post #39 |
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Oh, no! ![]() Poor Ellie! She's not going to be able to raise her baby. That's so sad. ;_; More!
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| Sol | January 12, 2013, 2:33 pm Post #40 |
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Hi everyone! ![]() Here's the last part of this story. Hope you'll enjoy it even though it's pretty short. Hope you liked the story and thanks for the feedbacks. I still can't believe it! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Ten January 17th, 2009. Philadelphia. Seven years old already. It looked like yesterday Francesca was coming home, carrying a tiny baby in her arms. Oh god, time was definetely flying so fast! Problably the most touching feeling the family went through. Not probably. Not at all. That was the most touching thing they had to go through. The fair-haired woman smiled, tears burning her eyes. Seven years old. Already. She remembered when they used to wake up in the middle of the night, to feed her, to comfort her. When she used to cradle her to make her sleep. When she used to yell at her two other children and the little girl used to barely laugh. When she used to make her say a word and she said 'mama', looking at her as if she were the most beautiful creature in the whole wide world. She remembered when James used to hold her tightly in his arms, weeping because she recollected him of Ellie. Oh god, Ellie... Marcella was the spitting image of her grandfather. She had those blue eyes that were similar to the ocean, that cute face that was making everyone around her weak and that very long blond hair falling at the buttom of her back. She was just gorgeous, just as Cali and Castor. Francesca remembered the first time Marcella called her husband ' dada '. She had seen in his eyes how delighted he was. Then, they both decided not to tell her the truth about Ellie. It was the best thing to do, for her and for them all. She was their daughter, Cali and Castor's younger sister. Lars never came into their relationship. He was just her daddy's best friend. That was all. James leaned to be at the microphone height, taking quietly a deep breath, startling her out of her thoughts. " There's a little girl turning seven years old who... has a dad who goes on tour a lot and that don't happen to be here for her birthday all the time. She got to come out here and see dad and all his friends at work... and you, guys, too... So this is my youngest daughter, Marcella. ” he said to the audience, smiling at the little blond girl that was moving forward towards him, grinning at him, a helmet on her ears. She came to him and he held her, happy like never before. She caught the microphone and said a shy ' Hi '. James couldn't take his eyes off his daughter. He was so proud of her. It was beyond words. But, as he saw his wife, backstage with his other children, he asked everyone to sing for her. " Love you, daddy." she murmured as the singer kissed her left cheek " Love you, too, honey. " And this was definitely, the most beautiful birthday Marcella had ever had. So far. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Do you want me to continue with this one or to start another story ( I already start writing another thing and I was wondering ) ? |
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| -DJ- | January 12, 2013, 2:55 pm Post #41 |
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Aw that was so cute! I think you should definitely write more whether it's a continuation of this story or a new one. Your writing is awesome and this story rocked!
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| Sol | January 12, 2013, 3:18 pm Post #42 |
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Wow! Thanks! You don't know how much this means to me 'cause I never thought my English was this good ( I'm joking ^^ ) ! You're so nice! I think I'll post another story because I'm so inspired for it! ![]() Thanks! |
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| Powerslave | January 12, 2013, 3:51 pm Post #43 |
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I loved the story! You should definitely continue. So sad what happened to Ellie though Your english is amazing. Great job!
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| Sol | January 12, 2013, 4:38 pm Post #44 |
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Oh my god! You're so kind with me right now! Thank you! Maybe I'll try to continue but, I've started a new story and... I really want to know what you'd think of it! But, this is definitely not over. We'll see! Thanks for the answer
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| CarpeDiemBaby | January 12, 2013, 6:41 pm Post #45 |
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It was really cool how James and Fran took care about their granddaughter, rasing her as a own daughter. ![]() Agree with the girls. You should keep writing this and other more stories! I know what you mean about the language, cause it's hard when the ideas come out and you can't put it as you wish, because you think your writing is lame. As happen with me all the time. Your english is great. ![]() I liked this by far!
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