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Harvester Of Sorrow; How can a random teenage girl manage to change so many lives?
Topic Started: January 14, 2013, 3:48 pm (3,597 Views)
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Hi, everyone! :biggrin
Here's my second fic " Harvester of Sorrow ". It's kinda different from " Her name was Ellie ".
Hope you'll like it as much as you liked the previous one. :)
I did my best not to make mistakes, so I apologize if there's a few ones. :wink

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Chapter One



November 31st , 1986. San Francisco.



Lying curled up on her bed, eyes wide open, gazing at ouside through the window, Amelia was attempting not to hear the loud cries coming from the kitchen. She remembered when it used to be quiet, when they used to be like a real family. It did not last long but it had felt so good being like everybody else, for once. As she felt her seven-years-old brother's body trembling against hers – he couldn't countain his sobs anylonger -, she laid both hands on his ears so he could relax a bit.

" You're the worst thing that ever happened to me, Jim! You're just a fool, such a jackass! I wonder why I introduced you to my children, you don't worth anythin' ! " Her mother screamed

Jim crossed his arms over his chest, a strange laugh escaping from his mouth, leaning against the wall.

" Oh, you know what? " Her mother went on, her hands on her hips, her eyes looking daggers at her boyfriend. " Get the fuck out of my house! I don't want you around them anymore! "

Jim shook his head, slowly pulling a gun out of his jacket.

" What did you say, honey? " The man asked, bringing the relvover up on her shoulder

Amelia closed her eyes, preparing herself for the shot, wrapping her brother around her. God, how would they live without the woman that had raised them? Suddenly, she felt the urge to pack her bag and to run away.

" Stop crying, Asa, please. " She whispered, almost begging, holding him tightly. " You need to be brave, can you do that for me? "

Nodding, the little boy slowly turned around to face her and, with her thumbs, she wiped his tears away, in the same gesture as their mother. She managed a small smile and stroked his face, gentlely, expecting him not to focus on the situation. “ All right, then. I want you to get up and help me packing our bags, will you be able to do this? ”

" Where are we going, 'Lia? "

Her brother's eyes stared at her, waiting for a answer. She swallowed hard, bracing herself by taking a deep breath and murmured " Far away from this, I promise. "

" But if - "
" He won't find us. "
" Okay. " Asa gave up, still whispering. " What do I do? "

Amelia wanted to smile but a loud noise rang, followed by a scream, prevented her to and she closed her eyes again. Jim had shot their mother, she knew it and hoped that she was not killed. Shaking, she went to the edge of the bed and got up. Opening every drawer she found, she started gathering stuff they would need. Some chocolat bars she had hidden in her night table, dollars she had earned cleaning a small restaurant and that she was saving for tough times, several clothes that could enter in her former school bag. She glanced at her brother, sitting on the bed, watching her move quickly.

" Don't cry, sweetheart! " she said as she noticed the tears running down of the little brown-haired boy's face once more. " It's okay. Everything's fine. Could you please open the window? "
" We... Are we really leaving mom with him? "
" Yes, he'll go away. "
" What if she's dead? "

Amelia held back a sob, kneeling on the floor to be at the same height as the furniture she had opened, closing her eyes one more time, her breath becoming uneven. Her asthma was coming back. She got up, grabbed the bag, and shook her head.

" She isn't dead, Asa. " she said, without knowing whether it was the truth or a lie. " Now, let's go! "

And the boy did what he was told.

" The car keys? "
" Oh, yeah, I forgot that! " Amelia mumbled, cursing her bad organisation, as she caught a bunch laying on her desk. " Let's go, now! " Asa giggled, holding the hand she was offering him.

They quickly got outside and ran to their mother's car. Amelia sat at the wheel as fast as she could and started up the vehicule with a squeal of tyres. All she could hear now were her brother's sobs. Her heart pounding loudly in her chest, her hands trembling, her own tears making their way down on her cheeks too. Even though she was relieved, she couldn't stop thinking about the gunshot. Her mother was probably badly injured and all she had found was to run away from their house. So far away from Jim and all this mad sad life they used to live.


***


" Where are we going, Amelia? "

The question took the eighteen-years-old girl by surprise. Her hands still on the wheel, her feets slowing down on the pedals, she quickly took her eyes off the road, to see the curious boy staring at the landscape through the car window.

" Where are you going ? " Amelia corrected, smiling as she looked back at the road, emphasizing the 'you'.

Her brother shook his head in confusion. " What do you mean? "

" You'll go to your grandfather's. You'll be living with him because I need to get a job. "

Asa stubbornly crossed his arms over his little chest. Not without his sibling, no way.

Amelia sighed, saddened. " I'll come to take you back once I'd have a flat and a steady situation. "

Glaring at her with a furious look Amelia did not know, he gave up, gripping the bag to put it on his lap. " Fine. But promise you'll do what you said. "


***


" You're crazy, Amelia. You don't have to do this. There is no need to leave now. "

Amelia dropped the bag she was holding on the floor, causing Asa to trip over it, and turned around to face the shorter old man. " I'm not crazy. Not at all. I just want the best for Asa and you're all he's got left now. "

Nodding silently, the old man swung open the front door, showing to his grandson the way in. The boy entered after having kissed the teenager's left cheek, tears burning their eyes. Then, she paid attention back to the retired in his pajamas. He could not help but had a worried look. " I bet you know what you're doing, don't you? "
" It's not forever, Jackson. " She pointed out, playing with the car keys. " I won't be long, don't worry. "
" Just be careful, Amelia. I want Asa to be with you as soon as possible. "

She slowly smiled, wipping the tears that were falling down on her face away with one hand. Then, she made her way towards her mother's car, climbed into it and start up the engine. She knew an hotel was not near from the house and pushed hard the accelerator.


***


Amelia burst into tears, as she parked the car in a gas station : she could not afford to spend a night in a proper place. Even though she had begged the hotel director to let her in, she had been chased by his secury staff and had to leave. She had not called Jackson to tell him what was occuring, she did not want to bother him anymore with her personnal issues. Drying her cheeks, she exited the vehicule to buy a drink in the grocery before sleeping here. She wished she would be capable of travelling a bit more to get a suitable job so she had to be in a good ship. She thought drinking was part of spurring herself into moving on with all that mess. Her mom being shot, her running away from home, her brother left with his grand-father.

It was 11:00 pm, she saw the time while she entered the small store, empty, except the check-out assistant who gave her a weird look. She was still wiping her tears away, with her ripped sleeveless t-shirt, her dirty jeans reflecting on the mirror at the entrance, her slack bun she always did before going to bed falling in a messy mass of hair. " Hi! " her voice was barely audible and she had to clear her throat to continue " Do you have a Coke, please? "

" Yeah, sure. " The young man answered, smiling at her. " Just have to fetch it in the fridge which's in the stock. " He explained as he walked away to a door, at the back of the tiny building.

Amelia nodded. " I'll wait for you, then. Thank you. "

She quickly took a look at herself, lowering her head to see. A part of her belly was uncovered and she swallowed hard. She did not want to think of this anymore. She did not want the memories to come back. She was not sure she could handle this once more.

A sudden noise made her turn around towards the front door, startling her out of her painful thoughts and Amelia gazed during a couple of secondes at the man that was coming in. He had drawn her attention, at first sight. Since she knew him, actually not really. Amelia had seen him already and heard of him. On television, on radio, on few concerts her mother brought her to. Taking off the sunglasses he was wearing despite the night, he slowly smiled at her and she managed to give him back his gesture, focusing on the young check-out assistant who handed her a little bottle of Coke. She quickly paid, her hands moving fast in her wallet then in her bag where she had put her drink, as she noticed that he was holding the door for her. " Thanks. " Amelia murmured.

" You're welcome. "

They exchanged another smile. He had guessed she knew who he was, his eyes looking both shyly and mischievously at her. Swallowing hard one more time, an unexpected thought passed through Amelia's mind. First of all, the teenage girl felt ashamed, wondered what reaction he would have after asking him, finally gave up her ideas. But, within her head, a insignificant kept repeating ' Come on! Just try, you don't have nothing left to loose anymore! '. And she turned away to face him, attempting to hide with her hands the nude skin of her stomach as she made several steps in his direction. She quietly cleared her throat, again.
" Sorry, but I...I'm looking for a job..." she said, looking down at her dirty trainers. " and... I...Do you need a... huh... a roadie or something ? "

She expected him to bark out a laugh but he did not and seemed to take her words into consideration. Blushing, she nevertheless countained a sigh of relief. He looked at her up and down and all she was hoping was to run away. " I'm sorry... It was a dumb question. Sorry. " Amelia went on, making her way to her mother's car. " Hey... wait! "

Amelia stopped as she heard footsteps getting nearer to her. " Yeah, we do need someone to be in charge of our equipments. What's your name? " He said, once he was facing her, holding his sunglasses with one hand.

" Amelia. I'm Amelia Thompson. "
" Nice to meet you, Amelia. " he continued, playing with his black curls, a broad grin over his face. " I'm Kirk. "
" Yes, I know. " Amelia whispered, still very uncomfortable in front of him. " I saw your band twice last year. "

He nodded. " Great. I was just wondering... How old are you? "

" Eighteen. I finished college already if that's what you want to know. " she explained, her eyes still fixed on her shoes.
" Okay. I'll talk to the band and we'll give you a call. Just need to exchange our phone numbers. "

Amelia gazed at him, stunned. Her heart seemed to be beating out of her chest, her green gaze met his for the very first time. All her feelings were mixing up in her body. She felt both embarrassed and thrilled. Both down and saddened. She did not know whether to laugh or cry, whether to hug him or just leave. She did not know if the impact of what she had lived earlier had just driven her crazy. She closed her eyes during a fraction of second, her hand holding tightly her ripped top now because of the wind. And, when the brunette opened them, Kirk Hammett, Metallica lead guitarist, was still here.

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Thank you so much! :heart:
( I can't wait for your feedbacks! )

Edited by Sol, June 24, 2013, 6:31 pm.
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That's a great start!
So sad about what happened with her mom. Hope Kirk could help her.
Keep writing :D :heart:
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Great start, can't wait to read more!
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Great start as the gals above me had stated already :biggrin And I'm looking forward for more of this story :tu:
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Hi, girls! Thank you so much for all the great comments! :heart:

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Chapter Two



Kirk woke up at quarter to six the next morning, familiar voices echoing in his head even in his sleep. He lazily threw a pillow through the room and got a loud ' Fuck off, man! ' that he identified as James then a burst of laughter - Lars. Sitting up on the bed, he rubbed his eyes, half asleep, the blankets still all around him.

" What? " He grumbled, his voice huskier than usual, trying to see his friends in the darkness of the hotel room.

" We're not a band anymore, Kirk. " James asserted yawning as he stretched on the other bed, glaring at him. " Why the fuck did you have to say to an random groupie you met once that she could be touring with us? "

Kirk rolled his eyes, both frustrated and amused. " Her name's Amelia. Plus, she doesn't seem to be that kind of girls, you know. "

" You already said that for every other chick that came with the...us? " Lars corrected, lying on the couch, staring at the white ceiling.

" C'mon! " The curly-haired exclaimed. " We do need someone in charge of the guitars and other stuff, right? "

" Yeah, since Hetfield's scared of loosing them. "

" I'm not scared! " James said, emphasizing the 'not', causing Lars to laugh out loud. " I just don't want a chick to watch on us all the time. "

" She won't, okay? " Kirk insisted, exasperated by the fact that he had to justify every single choice he had made. " At least, if we still do this. "

Straightening up to sit on the sofa, Lars ran a hand through his hair in order to rearrange it a bit with his fingers and grinned at Kirk who took the duvet off his shoulder, completely awake now. A silence filled the room, letting them out of breath and struggling with theirs thoughts.

" Is she pretty? " James' voice resonated in their ears, an joking tone in order to make them relax

Kirk nodded. " Yes, for sure. "

" All right, then. Call her. "


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' If I wasn't with your mom, I'd belong to me... ' Jim had told Amelia, before the dinner, when they were alone, and that sentence made her shiver as she pulled back until she reached her bedroom wall. She did not like this man, ever since her mother introduced him to Asa and her. He was very tall and intimidating, his arms covered with disparate tattoos, his gun always in his jacket. He just had gotten out of jail. He would never take it off, even to sleep : the revolver was laid on his nightstand so, if he wanted to, he just had to stretch his right hand to grab it. Jim had seemed to be the wrong man at first sight but her mother looked too in love with him to notice his true colors. Or to see anything at all. Asa had started to bring lower and lower marks at home, crying because he was afraid of his ' step-father'. And, while their mom was working - she was a office worker in a library - , he had made her advances. Whenever he could, which meant a lot.

The man came closer to her, a evil grin spread across his face, and Amelia swallowed hard, staring at him with fear. She could not move, as if she was stuck to the ground, her feet suddenly really heavy. His hands went directly on her waist and she closed her eyes, bracing herself for what would be occuring, her breathing unsteady like never before – her asthma. From within, she wanted to fight, to hit him until he lied on the floor, powerless and bloody. She wanted to kill him and to run. But, she stood still, leaned against the wall, feeling his hot breath in her neck, sucking on it as his fingers made their way up to her body, attempting to cup her breast through the fabric of her sleeveless t-shirt. All of a sudden, she opened her eyes, shoving him out roughly, a violence he was not expecting. He caught hold of Amelia to stop himself from falling, ripping at the same time her top, and she pushed him back again. Right on cue, her mother opened the door.

" Miss! " a policeman said, waking Amelia up with a start knocking on the car window. " You must leave the place now, you're not allowed to stay here, okay? "

Amelia nodded, sitting at the wheel. Her hands shaking, she managed to press down on the pedals. Once more, she needed to go. Where? She did not know. Why? Since she was a misfit. Noone wanted her anywhere. Yet, she sighed in relief, turning on the radio in order to stop the sobs that had taken her. Hopefully, Asa was not here to see her weep again, her tears streaming on the delicate features of her face.

" Oh god! " she spoke with a stutter, running a hand through her messy brown hair.

By the roadside, she saw a phone box, braked sharply and parked the car in the grass, next to it. A crazy thought just passed through a mind, a daring one. A thing she could not believe but, giving her grief a dry with a piece she had took from her ripped t-shirt, she exited the car and move forwards, in the direction of the phone. The only knowledge Amelia had was that she was about to commit a risky act. Nearly an insane one. At least, she was trying. She grabbed her wallet in her jeans and found the small sheet of paper Kirk Hammett had given her, her fingers all sweaty now. Before dialing the number, she shot her watch a brief look. 11:00 am.

" Hello? " a unknow voice asked and she had to clear her throat again.

" Sorry but I'm Amelia Thompson. Is that Kirk Hammett's phone or something? "

" Yeah. He's showering right now. "

She heard laughters and strange noises coming from the background while the young man stopped a few seconds, probably to answer a question she hadn't distinguished. " Are you the girl he met yesterday, at a gas station? "

" Yes. " She nodded. " That's me. I was wondering if... "

" Do you really want to do this job? " He cut her off, causing her to swallow so that she sought her words.

" Yes. I need it, actually. " she mumbled, emphasizing the 'need' as much as she could

" All right. But I must warn you, it won't be well-paid at first 'cause we're a bit flat at the moment! " He chuckled, standing out a little accent she had not noticed yet.

" It's okay as long as I can live thanks to this. "

" Great! We'll give you an appointement, in... let's say three hours, next to the city council. Our manager'll be there. He's go a black old Chevrolet and his name's Michael. You got that? "

Slowly closing her eyes, she tried to settle down, her heart nearly beating out of her chest because of the enthusiasm that the young man's words had brought to her. She breathed in and out during a couple of seconds, attempting to find what she would say without being a fool.

" You're still here? "

" Yes, sorry. " Amelia murmured, embarrassed. " I wasn't expecting this to be so quick. "

" Just say 'thanks', and it'll be great. "

Amelia laughed, holding firmly the receiver. " Yes, of course! Thank you so much! "

" I'm Lars, by the way, the drummer. " he introduced himself and she grinned, taking a peek at the cars outside.

" Thanks, Lars. "


***


' Freaked out' might had been written on Amelia's forehead as she pushed the front door open. Michael, the band's manager had warned her while they were in his car, on the road to come into his house wich had became Metallica studio until they found a better place for their rehearsals. " Money's their biggest problem. " He had told her, quickly glancing at her. " They don't know how to use it. " Amelia had nodded, without a word escaping from her mouth. She almost was in the same situation. Even though she had saved hundred dollars working in a restaurant, she could not live more than a month with that. And one month was not enough. Not enough at all.

Her heart pounding painfully in her chest, she managed to come into the house, Michael holding her bag and following her suit. She swallowed hard as she made a few steps in. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she stopped, shyly glanced around and her look got stuck to the empty cases of beers, the girls pictures taped to the walls, the packs of cigarettes on the table.

" Sorry for the mess. " Michael drawled, visibly resigned about the situation, dropping the bag on the floor

" It's okay. " She murmured as she thought she had to get used to live surroundered by four boys. " I was expe..."

She did not finish her sentence : a tall young man wearing a ' Fuck Off ' sleeveless t-shirt barged into the living-room, a piece of pizza in a hand, a bottle of Smirnoff vodka in the other – James, vocals and rhythmic guitarist, her mother's favorite. He looked angry at first, cursing, his steel blue eyes fixing the drink with a lot of interest but, when he met her emerald-green gaze, a broad grin spread across his face and he put everything he had on the first piece of furniture he found to greet her.

" Hi! " He said warmly, causing the teenager to barely giggle. " You must be Amelia, right? "

Nodding, she politely shook the hand he was offering her, smiling. " Yeah. "

" I heard you came to see us last year. That's great! " James threw proudly, passing his fingers through his long hair that prevented him from looking at her. " Do you want something to drink or eat? There're still some pizzas in the kitchen. You must hurry before the guys come downstairs! "

Amelia laughed nervously, still intimidating by the fair-haired boy facing her. She could not say she was underage, even within her thoughts it sounded stupid. " All right. I'll take a piece of pizza if you don't matter. "

" Yeah, sure! We'll show you your room once they'll be here. Make yourself at home! "

Amelia did not know whether to giggle or to hug him. Maybe it was not that bad, after all. Suddenly, as a reminder, the gunshot echoed to her ears and, once more, she swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she followed the singer into the kitchen.


***


" Dude! " Lars exclaimed, nearly whispering, as he sat on the spiral staircases, his eyes fixed on the girl's gait. " You didn't say she was an hot chick! "

Kirk rolled his eyes, amused by his younger friend's reaction. " I knew you would've said that... "

" I want her to stay, now! "

Kirk crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall, shaking his head in disbelief. Was it a good idea to bring a girl here, with them, while he guessed how this was going to be like? Definitely not. Was he regretting his choice? Not at all. He had seen something in Amelia's pale eyes. Something special. Something he could easily relate to since he had known it so many times.

A strong feeling.

Fear.

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Edited by Sol, June 24, 2013, 6:42 pm.
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Love it, love the way Amelia's character is shaping up bit by bit, love the guys-ecstatic and hyper as any bunch of hormon-driven teenagers :biggrin I feel sorry for Amelia and Asa and I hope good things are on their ways.

P.S. What's going on with Asa...? :D
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Love it, love the way Amelia's character is shaping up bit by bit, love the guys-ecstatic and hyper as any bunch of hormon-driven teenagers :biggrin I feel sorry for Amelia and Asa and I hope good things are on their ways.

P.S. What's going on with Asa...? :D
I'm so happy you liked it! :)

Actually, I don't really know what's going on with Asa ^^ I didn't think about it yet. So, we'll see!

Love the fact that you love Amelia's character!

Thanks for reading! :heart:
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Great chapter!

Now, let's see how many adventures she's about to live with those four crazy hot guys. :drool

More! :heart:
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Ooh i really like this! :)

I don't think i could handle being anywhere near them :drool :drool


Great chapter please continue!
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Hi!
Thanks for you the nice comments! It makes me wanna go on with the story and that's great! :heart:

Hope you'll enjoy it!

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Chapter Three




Lying on her bed, eyes wide open staring at the white ceiling, Amelia's mood was nostalgic. She could not believe a month had passed already since she met the three musicians. She had spent whole days with them, learning how to mend a jack socket in a limited time, differences between very kind of plectrums, how to adjust amplifiers, how to make the snare drum stand out more than the bass drum... She felt like she was a professionnal guitarist or drummer, always taking notes about what they were saying, which made them laugh a lot.

She tried to call Asa at least twice a week. Each time she had him on the phone, he seemed to be fine, telling her what was occuring at his grandfather's with a playful voice, assuring her he did not have nightmares anymore. And, she mumbled a few words about how cool her new job was and how great her new life was. She never mentionned Metallica nor her true thoughts – that she felt rather lonely as the only girl of the house and that she wanted to see him more than anything else. Amelia kept this for herself just as much as she did not speak about her past life with the boys. She had just purred small sentences about it to Kirk. Because they shared some common features, even though he had never said so. She had guessed it.

Amelia knew herself well enough to keep a certain distance with them all, that she liked to name it the ' safety barrier '. She never had been a very talkative child, not much fond of friends - she had never managed to get along with other kids at school because of her past while she was at high school and at college - and absolutely not interessed about boys. Honestly, they truly scared her. In their gestures, she used to see Jim and that simple thought frightened her. Why did everything have to be related to him? She saw him in her dreams nearly every night now, playing and replaying with her and her mind in a twisted game, which made me wake up with a start, her forehead covered with sweat, heart pounding painfully in her chest. Her step-father always had this weird grin spread over his face, a perfect mix of mischief and fierceness, that drove her crazy, breathing in and out with a uneven pace. Once, when the teenage could not have found sleep, she had come downstairs so that nobody would be bothered by her footsteps echoing of the thin floor and had seen Lars, watching the TV. Shyly joined him, sitting next to him on the sofa.

He was one of the funniest guy the girl had ever met. So charming with her, always attempting to make her giggle, what he usually succeeded in a short time. Joking and teasing his friends telling her things about them he should have kept for himself, which would actually cause her to burst into laughter and he would feel so proud, glancing at her with his incredible deep green eyes.

Unexpectedly, James definitely seemed to be self-conscious and quiet, after the joyful greeting he had given her. He was dealing with his own issues, probably hiding his real feelings and emotions in the booze he was constantly downing and all the cigarettes he was smoking. She had heard of Metallica bassist's death and easily related this with the other fact. She could understand his grief since she had know the same one when she had learned her father's. Deep inside, she wanted to help him, to do something but, she did not dare to, pretending that she did not know him well enough to act in a proper way in front of him.

Once, two days ago, a mom had phoned her, from the hospital, asserting that she was doing okay, that she would have a scar on her left shoulder for her rest of her harsh life, that she was so sorry about what happened that night and so on. But Amelia did not listen what the woman said, as if the words were flying over her head in a total confusion. ' Forget her, now. Everything's her fault. Just focus on your life and what you've got to do. ' kept repeating over and over again in her mind until she had hung up the phone.

The brunnette blinked, letting the little teardrops fall on her satin skin. And her bedroom door smashed open, giving her a jump as she turned around to see James, michievously grinning at her. Sitting up on the bed, she quickly wipped her tears with a hand and gave him back an honest smile.

" We're gonna in town, do you wanna come with us? "

" I'm eighteen. " she slowly pointed out

James raised an eyebrow, puzzled by her rather thin argument and put his hands on his hips, making her roll her emerald-green eyes in amusement. He made a couple of steps in her direction. " So what? "

" I don't wanna get into trouble. " Amelia whispered

James shook his head. He would not go anywhere without her. No way.

Within himself, he wanted her to be crazy for once. Wished her to come out of her shell. Since he was pretty sure she was restaining herself in front of them. But, he would never admit it out loud, obviously.

" You won't. " He assured, resigned

" One condition, then. "

" Say it already. " James gave up after a fews seconds hesitating

" If the cops ever arrest me, I'll say you forced me to go! "

James laughed out loud. How could she be so cute, worring about her possible criminal record?

He nodded, stretching his arms above his head. " All right. But hurry the fuck up! Lars and Kirk are waitin' for us. "

" Let's have fun... " the teenage grumbled, getting up on her feet


***


Amelia was sitting at a table, her eyes gazing into space. She felt rather uncomfortable, here, surrounded by three young men drinking and talking about things she could not understand – some drunk games they played during their first tour in Europe. It was a pretty dark place, with loud music and tons of booze. She had never smoke nor drink alcohol before so it was kind of scary for her. She was not used to this, at all. But her curiousity was there : teasing and asking for her to relax. " Come on, you're with Metallica! Plus, you only live once, Amelia. " Lars had insisted when they were on the road. And the brunette had agreed whereas inside, it seemed like a big lie.

" I'm gonna seek another drink, do you one? " Kirk asked, touching her shoulder to startle her out of her daydream

" Yeah! " Amelia threw and the others looked at her as if she were an alien, staring wide-eyed. " A glass of vodka or something else as strong as this 'd be fine. "

Mentally taking notes, the guitarist smiled at her. " Okay, I'll be back soon. "

Then, he made his way towards the bar and Amelia focused on the two peers of iris still fixed on her. Tucked her hair behind her ears. Dared to look at Lars deep in the eyes. For the very first time.

" What? " she said, putting her hands on her lap

" You never went to this sort of places, right? "

She shook her head in a perfect 'no'.

" You're gonna be fucked up! " Lars drawled, with a smirk

" For sure! " James managed to tell, downing the last drops of his unteenth beer.

" Oh, shut up, you all! "

And they all laughed.


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Sitting on Amelia's bed, his hands gently stroking the brunnette's hair, James sighed. She barely whined, neatly folding her legs against her chest, making him stop for a little while. He could not believe she had been drinking this much. For god's sake, she was just as his level about alcohol! He was both impressed and exhausted. Why did he always have to take care of the blinded drunk people while himself was not at his benefit?

" Lars told you you were gonna be bad. " He said, a smirk spread over his face

" C'mon! " She almost wailed, holding her head with both of her hands painfully. " You're drunk too! "

" Are you okay, now? "

Amelia took time to answer, swallowing hard, the disgusting taste of booze still in her mouth. Suddenly, the night they had spent together, going from bars to bars in the San Francisco streets flashed before her eyes. At no time, they had been embarrassed by people wanting autographs or by policemen. They had called a cab while they did not have money left to pay more drinks – Amelia had threatened to vomit inside it, causing Lars and Kirk to giggle. Since she was being unsteady on her legs, James had to carry her to bed.

Once she had entered into the room, she felt sick, managed to go into the bathroom. Bent over the toilets and waited to threw up, James still watching her, ready to help her out if it seemed necessary to. She politely excused herself, brushed her teeth, then headed to her bedroom one more time, the singer following her suit.

" I guess yeah. " She whispered, frowning as a headache started.

James nodded. He felt a little guitly because he had urged her to go with them but remained silent, his eyes fixed on the girl curled up next to him. During a couple of seconds, his sight was blurred as if the images were dancing in front of him but he managed to get up. Brought the duvet up on the teenage's body.

" Where...are... you... going? " Amelia grumbled, with small pauses in order to exhale

The question, thus asked, made the fair-haired young man smiled a bit. " To my room. I wanna sleep too. " He went on, noticing she had closed her eyes.

" I'm... " The brunnette almost stopped, visibly seeking for her words. " ... afraid to puke again... "

“ You won't."

“ How can you know? "

Another sigh.

" Please, James! "

" All right. " He drawled, sitting on the bed again. " Fuck... I'll be right here. " He affirmed, pointing at a chair near the nightstand.

" Oh god! I'm so sorry to bother you! " Amelia affirmed, emphasizing the 'so' as her voice broke

" Doesn't matter now. "

James brought the piece of furniture next to the bed and sat up onto it.

" Thanks. "

" Just sleep, for fuck's sake! "

" Where are Kirk and Lars? "

James growled, frowning. " Downstairs. Probably sleeping right now. "

" You should stay a band forever. " She mumbled, closing her emerald-green eyes once more. " You, guys, are great together. You should find another bass player and go touring. I know you love this. I can tell by the way you teach me all these music thingies... "


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Edited by Sol, February 4, 2013, 2:48 pm.
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Wonderful update!

Loved it :heart:

continue :D
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That was sweet and funny. :D
James taking care of her was great! :heart:

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Hi everyone! :biggrin
Thanks for you the sweet comments! :heart:
Sorry if I did make mistakes ( I'm tired ^^ )
As always, hope you'll enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter Four




" Hello? " Amelia muttered, yawning, as Lars handed her the phone

Pressing the receiver to her right ear, she managed to ignore the small laughters coming from the three musicians sat at the kitchen table. In one swift movement, she tied her messy brown hair in a slack bun in order to focus on her interlocutor. She was squirming with embarrassment, sensing their stares stuck on her gestures. She did not know whether it was the hangover or not but she felt incredibly out of place, facing them now. Why did she have to vomit and act silly with them that night?

" Hi, 'Lia! " Her brother's enthusiastic little voice startled her out of her thoughts, making her widen her eyes in shock. " How are you doing? "

A broad grin instantly spread over her face. " I'm good. What about you, honey? "

" Fine! Grandpa brought me skiing three days ago. "

" Did you take pictures ? "

" Yeah, I'll show you when you come back to pick me. "

" All right. " Amelia's voice was suddenly lower than usual and she quickly glanced at the young boys – they had subsided everything.

She swallowed hard, the silence filling the room and the phone being heavy. Her heart was pounding loudly in her chest, her hands starting to lightly shake.

" Amelia? " Asa whispered. " Do you remember what you told me before leaving? "

" Of course yes! " she exclaimed, puzzled by his reaction

" Will it last long or not? " The little boy murmured. " ' cause I miss you so much! "

She suddenly had a lump in her throat, was urging for air : the asthma was coming back once more. Taking the phone with her, she got up and opened the window, leaning against the sink, her eyes gazing into the yard. Outside was frozen and unexpectedly, it made her settle down a bit. She braced herself not to burst into tears.

" I miss you too, darling. " her voice broke in grief. " For damn sure! "

" You just said a bad word, Amelia! " Asa giggled.

" Yeah. " she admitted, rolling her eyes. " Sorry."

Amelia hung up the phone and sighed. She could not picturing herself with her brother anymore since she had not even earned one dollar yet. She was living with the band but they were paying for everything : clothes, food and so on. She felt useless here, when she rejoingned the three young me, hardly breathing.

" Do you want something? " Kirk asked, a worried look in his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair that was preventing him from seeing her

" A... glass... of... water please. " Amelia stammered, the words cut because of her uneven breath

The guitarist quickly obeyed while everyone around her was staring at her as if she was about to faint. Her heart seemed to be beating out of her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut then opened them.

" Are you okay? " Lars' voice echoed in her ears as her sight blurred


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Amelia rubbed her hands against her jeans to warm them up after opening the back door. She was both exhausted and frustrated. Spending the whole afternoon in her bed, searching for air, was not the best way to be in a good shape. She used to come here, near the yard, alone just to think since the first day she had met the band. She loved this place, the silence filling the vicinities of Michael's house. She even could see the full moon and standing underneath it. Beside the darkness of the late evening, she glimpsed three silhouettes and the incandescent extremities of cigarettes thanks to a little light she had brought with her. For once, they were not joking about random things. She walked forward until she joined them, sitting on a stair between James and Lars – Kirk took a seat in a chair he had put here during the lunch.

" It's cold, here. " Amelia grumbled, gripping her coat tightly

" You didn't need to come. " James snapped back, slowly exhaling the smoke of his cigarette

Kirk looked daggers at him, silently telling him not to be so mean with her. " How are you now? "

She shruged her shoulders in a rather thin movement." Still alive." She joked

" Do you wanna talk about what happened? " Lars stepped in the conversation, lightly wriggling in order to warm himself up

The question took the seventeen-years-old teenage by surprise. Her hands in her pocket, she caught a glimpse at the drummer, as if she was checking whether to trust him or to run away while she was just bracing herself for his reaction, maybe their reaction. She was getting to know them for a little more than a month , she could reveale tiny pieces of her past from now on. At least, she thought so.

" Perhaps I should. " she barely said, looking down at her feet. " But promise you won't say anything, okay? "

Unexpectedly, they all nodded and Amelia passed a hand through her hair in order to comb it a bit with her fingers.

" All right, then. " She murmured, ill-at-ease. " What do you wanna know? "

" What you wanna say. " James replied, his voice huskier than she had ever heard before

Glancing at the trees, she tried her best not to weep. ' Come on! You will feel safe after telling them. ' a voice echoed in her mind. She did not know why but when she met James' eyes, she could sense some kind of sorrow in them. A lump had formed in her throat and she had to clear it coughing in order to speak again.

" I... I was born in Argentina, near Buenos Aires, 'cause my dad was from there but I spent my chilhood in Philadelphia where my mother used to have an appartment. My parents divorced when I was five and my father got killed one year later. He was a soldier. So, my mom and I moved to L.A since she'd a new boyfriend, my brother's father. Then, he started beating... ” Amelia stopped for a little while, looking for her words and how to sum up the past ten years she had lived. "... Anyways, we moved again, to San Francisco and my mom met another guy. Other issues, you know... "

" Wow. " Lars exclaimed a bit awkwardly. " You... you went through so much, kiddo. "

Amelia rolled her eyes.

" I guess it's a Metallica thingy. " Kirk almost whispered, grabbing another cigarette from the pack he had in his jacket pocket

" Maybe. "

" I'm gonna have some beers. " James affirmed druly, stubbing what he had in hands out then getting up

Amelia silently watched him stepping in the house : she knew that was the kind of things he hated to talk about. Then, she sighed. She had recollected bad memories to everyone around here. James' words meaned that he was about to get high in order to forget what he had thought of while she was telling them her story. The brunnette did not know whether to laugh or to cry. Then Lars stood up, help her to follow suit, and Kirk followed them.

" Let's do this. " He said


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Amelia could not remember how she managed to get here, to the point that she did not know when she was carried into the bathroom. Loud heavy metal music coming from downstairs was almost beating in her chest as she knelt over the toilets in a swift movement, waiting once more to vomit what she had not eaten. Images of her dancing with the boys and friends they had invited flashed before her eyes, making her squeeze them shut for a few seconds – time she tried to ignore the disgusting tast filling up her mouth. What was occuring? What did happen to the nice and innocent girl she used to be? The door smashed open, causing her heart to pound even wildly in her chest.

" Amelia? " Kirk's voice asked in a worried tone. " Are you all right? "

" No! " She almost shouted, wipping her mouth with the back of her hand

The guitarist walked to her, his expression turning into a frown while he saw she could not move properly and was trying to get up. In vain. Grabbing her toothbrush and a toothpaste, he handed this to her and she quickly brushed her teeth. Then, the curly-haired helped her to her feet again.

" I wanna take a shower. " She claimed, noticing they were leaving the room. " Please, Kirk! "

" All right." He smiled at her, guiding her . " I'll wait for you, then."

Her legs threatened to give way under her when she stepped in the shower cubicle and he had to pull her closer not to make her fall down. Amelia giggled and Kirk rolled his eyes.

" God..." She cursed herself for being such an crazy girl, surrounded by mad young men. " I'm... not gonna be... able to stand up all this long. "

She could not help but blush when she sensed his gaze behind her back. Mopped the sweat from her brow with a trembling hand. Kirk slowly went back, totally shocked.

" Do you mean you'll need me to do this with you? " He said, emphasazing the word 'this' and looking at her up and down with amazement

" No. "

He sighed and she smiled. For the very first time, she thought his reaction was cute and... kind of attractive. She winced hard as the nasty taste was filling her mouth one more time. She breathed in and out quietly, closing her eyes.

" Amelia? "

" Yeah... "

" I... " Kirk stopped, hesitating, visibly ill-at-ease. " I think I should stay here, in case of... "

All of a sudden, the teenage opened her emerald-green eyes. A chaotic mix of emotions could have been read in them. If she could, she would have hide herself. But, she was barely aware of her acts.

" Really? "

" It's up to you, Amelia. "

" I'm sorry... but... "

Just a few words to finish her sentence, she was capable of this, wasn't she?

" ... I'd prefer too. "

And she awkwardly took her jeans off, looking down at her bare feet hoping that would enable her heartbeats to settle down a little. She hadn't done anything as crazy as that before. She had never seen a naked man – Jim did not get the opportunity ( or whatever you could name it ) to have sex with her. Even though it was not the same situation at all, she felt extremely squirmed when he unbuttoned his tight jeans. And, oddly, she gazed at him, watching every movements he was making, her headache becoming unbearable. She was not hearing music anymore. It seemed to be just the two of them, here, in this room.

Amelia gasped while he turned on the water, removed her sweater and dropped it onto the titled-floor. Hopefully, she was wearing a black bra, she thought during a brief second of consciousness. Attempting not to loose her fragile balance, she made a step towards Kirk and he pulled her closer to him, grinning. She laughed without knowing why when he ran a hand through her long brown hair that was sticking in her back because of the water. A strange feeling urged her to press him against the cold wall, exchanging another smile with him. Despite her headache and pictures that looked like nearly dancing around her, she let out a small moan at his touch on her satin skin. Kirk leaned over her to kiss her. For god's sake, her first kiss. Ever. Amelia was definitely more drunk than she had ever imagined she could be.

" This. Is. Wrong. " she said firmly, gently pushing him back, as she managed to step out of the shower.

This had gone too far, for sure.

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Edited by Sol, June 24, 2013, 6:55 pm.
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Awesome update! :D


What's wrong with James?

That Amelia and Kirk scene...was amazing!

Your writing is awesome, please continue! :heart: :heart:


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January 18, 2013, 10:38 pm
Awesome update! :D


What's wrong with James?

That Amelia and Kirk scene...was amazing!

Your writing is awesome, please continue! :heart: :heart:


Agree with all you said!

Sometimes I feel Amelia has feelings for James and then for Kirk. @_@
Make up your mind, Amelia! :biggrin
Keep writing! :heart:
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