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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 (3,600 Views)
Zira
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:drool :drool

Can't wait for the next part!
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Well that was :drool :drool

Awesome, can't wait for more :P
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Hi girls! :)
Here's chapter 11. Hope you'll enjoy it. I'm not overly happy about it but I wanted to post it to have your opinions.
I had to make a few changes because from the beginning I was against the guidelines (I'm stupid sometimes :rolleyes: ).
So Amelia is and has always been 18.
( it easier this way :biggrin ).

Here's a picture of Amelia ( I was browing on the Internet to find pictures that could match with how I had imagined her and I found this. ) :

http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4qmQfCR1bM/TPQbXSj6DYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Xt1wQlswhO0/s1600/Nataniele+Ribeiro..jpg

This was partly inspired by Lana Del Rey's song " Off to the races ". :lol:

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Chapter Eleven




Amelia gulped back her tears, her heart pounding loudly in her chest while yanking a towel Jason handed her and silently wrapped it around her thin body. In her white bikini she had bought with Rebecca in the afternoon, she felt so out of place, in the elevator, in the direction of her hotelroom. She glanced away from the bassist's flashing eyes. She knew adrenaline was still flowing through his veins. She shivered – a long and freezing shudder running down her spine - , causing the wavy-haired younster to shake his head in a lack of understanding.

" Why did you think it would've been fun to be in the shower with the guys? You wanted to impress them, didn't you? " He inquired, neatly avoiding looking at the nude skin of her left shoulder.

The girl slowly nodded, her emerald-green blooshot iris fixed on her bare feet. Her brown hair was sticking in her back, gradually dropping on her and on the floor, but she did not care at all. Squeezing her eyes shut for a few seconds, she quietly breathed in and out then opened them instantly. She could not stop thinking about what occurred several minutes earlier. She remembered James' angry expression, him punching Lars in the stomach, wherever he could hurt, Kirk stepping in between the two young men and the three of them fighting in front of her. For her. She shouldn't have drunk that much, shouldn't have kissed them all, shouldn't have made love with the singer this night. Not this way. Not at all.

" Are you fucking listening, Amelia? " Jason insisted, startling her out of her thoughts.

" Y-yes. "

Amelia had a lump in her throat and had to swallow before lifting her head up to face him. He seemed to be both annoyed and saddened.

" You look like shit. "

" I-I... feel sick, Jay'. "

" Do you want me to... carry you to bed? "

" I'm sorry. " The brunette mumbled as the elevator stopped

Her footsteps on her wooden-floor echoed to her ears like a rattle, increasing her blurred sight. The bass player put his right arm around her to support her while his left hand was searching for Amelia's room keys that she had placed in his jacket's pocket earlier when the band was rehearsing. He cautiously nudged the door open, switched the light on and headed her to her bed. She obeyed without flinching, lying curled up underneath the blankets, as he sat beside her, glancing at her with a worried look.

" Is that better now? You don't want to heave, do you? "

Amelia slightly shook her head, countaining a barely audible whimper. Jason nodded, putting one palm on her burning forehead.

" I think you've got fever. " He affirmed, almost sighing in exasperation. " What did you think, Amelia? I can't believe you wanted to sleep with them all! "

The eighteen-years-old's heart clenched and she finally let all the sorrow she was holding back run down her cheeks, leaving grubby streaks of mascara down her face. She sniffed, wiping her tears away with a trembling hand.

" Y-you must...think I'm a...slut, now. " She whispered, gazing at the door's handle

" I wouldn't say that, you know. I'm just shocked. "

" I... wished I would've impressed Rebecca. "

Jason rolled his eyes. " Don't tell that it's actually her idea... "

" It is. "

" Oh, goddamn it! " He swore, stroking her hair in an attempt to make her stop crying. " I'd told to Kirk she was mad... "

" But he loves her! " The brunette muttered

She tried to sit on the bed, leaning on her elbows, but miserably failed, burrying herself into the pillow beneath her with a sigh of exasperation. Her eyes met Jason's and he slightly smiled at her, forcing himself not to pay attention to the lovebites that were forming on her neck.

" I don't think so. "

" Why ? " Amelia asked, her voice as a murmur, frowning at the nasty taste of booze that had filled her mouth once more

" Everyone's under your spell, Amelia."


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Amelia crawled to the swimming pool edge, a smirk on her face as she noticed the broad grin James gave her. She moved forwards towards him in a seductive motion, her emerald-green fixed on his stunned gaze, her red nailpolish shinning in the artificial light. The brunette held back a laughter, taking off the elastic on her hair, allowing it to rest on her shoulders and her back. Leaning on his elbows in a relaxed way on the border, James suddenly straightened up, smiling. He did not know whether it was the booze they had been drinking or her real willing. Surely both. The ' Master of Puppets 's lyrics came to him as an obvious fact when she approached him, her pales iris full of lust locked on him. The brunette slightly bent over to kiss him and he wrapped his wet hands around her body, pulled her closer to him. Made her fall down in the swimming pool, causing her to weep out in surprise before letting herself go in the water. James was still holding her while she surfaced, her hair now stuck in her back when she tucked it behind her ears in one swift movement. She looked more beautiful than ever before and he could not help but smile at her as she walked in his direction. The brunette laughed, a shiver running down her spine, and tiptoed to smack his lips. His sight was blurred, images of her dancing flashing before his eyes, fascinating him, hypnotising him. All he was doing was hoping she would never end their kiss, the love they were sharing, his teeth biting her lower lip to hold her against him a bit longer.

Even though he would not admit it, he became addicted to her and so did she.



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" Hello... " Amelia purred while entering the restaurant's room

She gave a faint smile at the people gazing at her but her thoughts looked like millions miles away. Everybody seemed to know what she had done the night before and wanted to rush her to squirm with embarrassment, to feel guilty about it. She lowered her eyes, looking at her trainers for a second. When she lifted her head up, a nervous hand going in her hair, she met Lars' green stare and swallowed hard. Sitting at a table in the back of the room, he quickly glanced away but she had already noticed his black right eye that was forcing him to have it closed. Then Kirk appeared to her sight, slightly frowning, mouthing something she could not hear. Jason motionned for her to join them but she stood still, her feet heavier than ever on the ground. Finally, her eyes stopped on James's back. He was bending a teaspoon with anger and a oversized lump formed in her stomach. She wondered if she was blushing because a heatwave seemed to be burning under her skin.

The brunette strangely recalled every " Stop yelling! ", " I wasn't thinking! ", " Please don't! " she had shouted in the night. Just after she had kissed her boyfriend's best friends. Amelia adjusted her sleeveless top that was falling down her shoulders and her scarf around her neck as she sat on a chair next to James. ' Off to the races now, crazy girl! ' kept repeating in her mind. Her mom should not be proud of her from where she was, for sure.

" I...I... "

" Don't say anything. " Lars begged her, his barely noticeable accent standing out loudly to her ears

" I'm sorry... " Amelia breathed in quietly, bracing herself for the words she was about to say. "... that I misbehaved. It won't happen again. "

James laughed out loud. A frightenning laugh. " You're fired! "

The sentence hit her right in the face and, for a short while, her head was spinning. The situation akwardly turned out to be the worse she had ever lived. ' Fired ' would mean that she would put all the money she had saved into plane tickets to go back to San Francisco. What would she do then? She could not spend a lifetime in Jackson's house, her brother's grandfather, seeking a job. She was lucky she already had a Design Diploma - being an gifted child in school was definetely easier than in relationships - but it would not really help her to find a well-paid job in order to immediately buy a appartment.

" What? " Jason exclaimed, his voice huskier than usual

" You heard, I don't want her with us any longer. "

" You can't. You're all to blame, she wasn't the only one to act, James. "

Unexpectedly, James slightly nodded, speechless. If only they could rewind everything that occurred between them all. Amelia gave the bassist a thankful smile.

" We could just pretend nothing happened, couldn't we? " Lars suggested, not looking at the eighteen-years-old girl in the eyes not to make her feel uncomfortable.

Her iris widened a bit, both confusion and surprise could be read on her face. " You think so? " She dropped her voice to a tiny whisper, running for the unteenth time a hand through her hair.

" All right. " Kirk agreed. " It was Becca's idea after all. James? "

" I don't know what to say. "

A distingusting taste filled Amelia's mouth when she bit into a croissant, making her to instantly spit out into a piece of tissue. All eyes turned to her and she flushed, putting her left index to her lips, then mumbled. " Would you excuse me for a moment? "

Then, she quickly made her way to the toilets, almost running. This was not the first time.

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Thank you very much! :huggie:
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I liked this, it was a bit confusing lol

Moar! :D
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^^ Little confused but still a great chapter! :heart:

I need morree :heart:
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Oh.

Has somebody got a little bun in the oven?

Or too much booze.

Is James and Amelia's relationship falling apart (or I'm reading that wrong)?

Looking forward to the next chapter :D

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Oh.

Has somebody got a little bun in the oven?

Or too much booze.

Is James and Amelia's relationship falling apart (or I'm reading that wrong)?

Looking forward to the next chapter :D


Your comment made me grin like an idiot. :lol:

Yes, James and Amelia's relationship is falling apart so ( good for me :rolleyes: ) you read that in the right way.

For the little bun in the oven as you said ( I like this expression :biggrin ), we'll see in the next chapter.

I've planned a long chapter.

Thanks for reading. :)
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Uh oh, she's either sick or pregnant :) I was a little confused on what happened there, but I want MOAR!
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Hi everyone! :)

Again, thank you all for reading. That goes straight to my heart. :heart:

As always, hope you'll enjoy this chapter. ( I just finished writing it down ^^ )

Sorry if I ever made mistakes... :blush:

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Chapter Twelve




Amelia tiptoed, her light footsteps echoing on the wooden floor as she made her way downstairs to head to the kitchen. Being in Metallica's manager house looked a lot stranger than usual and she guessed she had to get used to it one more time. Nightmares were now part of her nights, waking her up with a start each time she squeezed her eyes shut. Yet they did not deal with her former step-father but with James. She was living the fight that he had had with Metallica's drummer and lead guitarist over and over again, reminding her of their mad expressions. Her stomach clenched and she had to gulp to make the nasty taste that filled her mouth disappear. Turning the light on, she helped herself a glass of water, sat on a chair and sipped a bit of it, thinking of the two last weeks.

She had called Asa twice since and the lad was still angry at her, blaming her for running away from him, for not taking care of him the way they had planned. He was now in a school near his grandfather's and was doing quite well, despite their crass past. At least, he could not see how bad things had turned out to be for her. Avoiding the four musicians the most she was able to, her life could be summed up to eating, cleaning the house and being on the sofa while the boys were drinking, rehearsing and going from bars to bars every single night.

Michael had given her a paycheck but she had not spent the money. She had other issues to focus on, to cry about, to curse herself for. One in particular could not wait and her decision was already made. Her eyes suddenly went on the silhouette outside, in the dark garden, and she quickly downed her drink. Getting up, Amelia remembered the words Kirk had thrown the first time he had met her, rolling his eyes, an amused grin on his face. “ Even though I don't like guns, Michael always has one in the kitchen, in case of, you know. James actually uses it to pratice... ” Getting up, she searched in a drawer for it with shaking hands and grabbed it cautiously.

" Oh my god! " she purred

Above her sudden fear, she closed her eyes for a second, picturing Jim loading his own pistol as she instinctly did the same thing. Her heart pounding loudly in her chest, she hesitated to move forwards in the direction of the front door or to stay here, trembling like never before. She finally chose the first option, switched the light off and dragged herself to the living room following the person's motions taking some peeks at the windows every now and then to make sure she really was alone in the house – the four Metallica members had decided earlier, during the dinner, that partying in a pub would be a great idea. Gathering all the courage she had, the brunette slowly opened the door halfway and held the weapon in front of her, her emerald-green eyes narrowed to see the person's face.

" Fuck, Amelia! " A familiar voice complained, cringing in terror, both hands up in the air. " It's me! "

Instantly, the teenager subsided, sighing loudly in relief. " God, Kirk! You scared the shit out of me! "

" You too! "

" I thought you were with the others..."

" Rebecca's sick, plus James, Jason and Lars were going nuts there. So I decided to go home. "

" Did you take drugs? " Amelia inquired, putting her free hand on her hip with a lot of seriousness

He sighed, rolling his eyes before answering. " No, not today. "

She nodded her head, still trembling, motionned for him to enter then swung the front door shut. Kirk gropped around for the switch during a second and moved to the living-room, Amelia following suit. She noted his tight trousers were ripped at the knees because of skateboarding in the afternoon.

" A nightmare? " He began, flopping into the sofa

" Yes. " She quietly admitted, settling beside him

The brunette sat cross-legged, grabbed a cushion she nervously put on her belly. Her fingers clenched on the fabric, causing her unkles to become white. She seemed so ill-at-ease in front of him since the weird night she had spent in the shower during the band's World Tour.

James and her could no longer be called a couple. God, she did not even know what this word meant now... Moreover, her relationship with Lars remained frozen, the drummer who used to make her laugh was now quiet and shy with her. The only friends she had left were the guitarist and the bassist.

" Why are you so weird ? "

The black-haired youngster looked up to face her, his gaze instantly focusing on her. She had no escape but meet his eyes as well, trying her best not to blush. Concentrating on her uneven breathing, she slightly blew.

" What are you talking about? "

Kirk lightly nudged her with his elbows, silently telling her she exactly knew what he was trying to say. Her bad-tempered behaviour, her fake excuses to go to the bathroom and heave early in the morning and late at night, every little thing she had never done before and got used to do for the last fifteen days.

" I... Can I confide something to you? " Amelia asked, emphasizing the 'something' to make him understand this was a real matter.

" Of course. I used to be the best secret keeper in the entire school when I was younger. "

A silence filled the entire room, pending . What had happened to her? What was she about to reveal? Entangling her fingers with anxiety, she still dared to look at him in the eyes.

" I...I'm pregnant." She wailed, knowing tears would quickly run down her cheeks.

Kirk's iris widened in shock, then barely laughed. She was kidding, wasn't she? But when he noticed she had not moved an inch of her body sitting on the couch, his features grew into a surprised expression. “ Are you serious? ”

She nodded in a perfect ' yes'. Spending half an hour in the bathroom waiting to see whether the five pregnancy tests she had secretly bought in the morning pretending she was shopping were positive or negative and figuring out they all replied affirmatively would have been a great answer but no word escaped from her mouth.

" What have you planned? "

Amelia raised an eyebrow, speechless. How could she managed to finish this akward conversation without being judged? Blinking several times in confusion, her heart nearly beating out of her chest, her fingers now going through her hair, she dropped her voice to a murmur, apprehending its effect on her friend.

" Abortion. "


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On the radio Amelia ironically recognized 'Fade to Black ' first chords and sniffed, allowing her teardrops to finally stream on her face, dropping on her skin and on her t-shirt. She wipped them away the best she could with the back of one hand but as soon as she had done so, others followed their way down her cheeks. She was sore all over, her whole body urging her for some rest. Glancing at James, settled at the wheel, she knew he was feeling awful too, his steel-blue eyes roaming on the road aimlessly. If only she had not wasted everything...


Life it seems will fade away
Drifting futher every day



The eighteen-years-old girl reached out for the radio button and augmented the volume, remembering the last few hours they had spent together. First of all, she remembered the sorrow in his voice while announcing him her pregnancy and the decision she had made because of their young age and their life-styles. The way he had hugged her, pulling her close to him for what appeared to be endless minutes in which she had wept burying her head into his neck. How gentle and sweet he suddenly had become with her, sinking her misbehaviour, attempting to comfort her. Then, the journey to the hospital. Silent and full of rage. James had tried to make her change her mind, pretending he could stop the Metallica thing for a year to help her taking care of their child. Oh god, their child. But she had refused, reluctantly shaking her head. The way he had hold her hand before the operation. Now, she was regretting. Everything. But it was too late. Way too late.


Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else



The car stopped and an akward silence started. James cleared his throat, slightly coughing.

" Please, exit the car. " He begged, his voice huskier than usual

Amelia sniffed one more time, controling as much as she was capable of her sobs. " I'm... sorry. "

" Please. I just need to be the fuck alone. "

She swung open the passager door and took time to get up, the pain taking over her legs and her belly. She whimpered, swearing under her breath, before lifting her head up and looking at three worried boys near the front door that was fully opened. At least, they were waiting for her. Noticing she could not walk properly, they went to help her out. She put an arm over Lars's shoulders and another over Jason's. Behind her, she heard the car engine roar before starting up.

" I feel like I'm gonna die. " She grumbled, moving gradually towards the entrance

" You need to sleep, we'll take care of you." Kirk affirmed

" What about... James? "

The guitarist shrugged with honesty, confused though. Right on cue, Lars whispered. “ He'll come back soon, I promise. ”

" Thank you. "

For the first since awhile, the drummer gave her a broad grin, happy that he was useful to her. In a delicate touch, he let her free for a little while, time he used to wip the new tears that was falling down her cheeks with his fingers, still smiling at her. She was thankful for having them right now, to cheer her up.

Nevertheless, her thoughts went on James and the sad look he had shot her with before pushing on the accelerator. She had felt all his sadness and grief in a fraction. Being in a true and real relationship with him would be hard now that something between them burst into a million pieces. Sighing quietly, the teenager yet made small steps, wincing each time her legs hit the ground.

" I'm sorry. " She mumbled for herself. " So sorry. "

" You don't have to be. " Jason startled her out of her thoughts

She turned her head to look at him and he repeated. " You don't have to be sorry about that, Amelia. It's okay now. Everything'll be fine. "

" How can you be so sure about this? "

" I... " He slightly breathed in. " My wife, Nicole, lived the same thing years ago and is perfectly fine now. You'll overcome that. "

Amelia stood still, speechless because of the surprise. The bass player never really mentionned the girl that was sharing his life - or at least, the girl that he usually called ' baby ' on the phone while touring. He only showed the eighteen-years-old girl a few pictures of her, a pretty fair-haired young woman with light grey eyes who was posing for the camera, but she had never seen her since Nicole was living next to Seattle and could not come to San Francisco as often as she wished to.


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I hope this is clear enough for you to understand. :)
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Oh no! :( that was sad :(
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Whup, she's pregnant!

That was a really sad chapter. I hope things start looking up for everyone.

Keep going :heart:
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Here's chapter 13.

Hope you'll enjoy it ( I think I always say the same thing over and over again. :biggrin )
Thanks for reading and commenting. Every time, this goes straight to my heart and encourages me to keep going. :heart:
Actually this is nearly the end of the story. ( I've got ideas for a sequel anyway ^^ )

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Chapter Thirteen




" Larsy...Please... " Amelia purred, her sight blurred with tears while observing Lars exiting her bedroom

Her begging words made him stop, one hand on the door handle, ready to step out of the place. He turned around and lost all his composure. Lying curled up on the couch, the brunette was trying to sat up. In vain. She gave up, allowing herself to fall down on it again with a wince. Kirk's conversation with Rebecca downstairs suddenly seemed really loud to his ears.

" Can you stay with me? " She continued, nearly babbling. " I... I don't wanna be alone here."

" Yes, sure. "

He came back and gently settled himself on the chair he had spent half the afternoon on, slowly smiling at her. But Amelia knew he was exhausted and wanted to do other things rather than comforting a depressing roadie.

" Am I this evil? "

The drummer raised an eyebrow, puzzled. " Of course not! "

" I... "

Amelia fell silent in the middle of her sentence when he handed her a tissue from the box he had put on her night table a bit earlier to grab it and wipe her cheeks dry, her heart beating frantically in her chest as she was drunk. She sniffed before speaking up. " Do you think I ever did something good since I'm working for you? "

She could not help but giggled when she noticed he rolled his eyes with exasperation, streching his arms over his head. " You're the smartest girl I know by far and you're doing a pretty amazing job for us. "

" It's not about that, Lars. "

Her emerald green eyes met his and he had to swallow to get rid of the massive lump that formed in his stomach.

" What are you talking about, then? " Lars inquired, frowning as he was fearing her response

Amelia breathed in and out quietly, her fingers trembling madly on the piece of paper she was holding, leaning on her elbows as much as possible to see him.

" I made every person I love suffer. First, my mother and my brother, then Kirk, Jason... James and you. My baby's even dead now. " She whispered, lowering her iris on the wooden ground not to burst into tears one more time.

Lars nodded, his gaze still focusing on her. " I'm completely ill-at-ease, Amelia. " He said, his accent barely standing out. " Don't know what else to say. "

He attempted to smile but, even with the small lighting in the room, she noted he was slightly blushing, which made the eighteen-years-old more embarrassed than ever before.

Inhaling and exhaling. Slowly. Just this. Controling their fast heartbeats.

" What'd have you done if you were me? "

The question took the drummer by surprise and he quickly ran his left hand through his hair, twisting on his chair. Amelia managed to sit up on the bed, dealing with pain that was filling her body, reminding her of what occurred hours earlier and causing new teardrops to stream down her face.

" I..." Lars lightly coughed to gather coherent words. " I think I would've done the same thing, Amelia. I mean we're young, on the road almost every day, going from place to place. No one wants a child to grow up in this background. "

She also nodded her head, attempting her best not to complain about the burning sensation she was feeling within her belly. The surgeon had said this would dissapear two or three days after the operation but she wished she could be dead already.

" Do you think James will come home soon? I mean really. " The brunette mumbled, emphasizing the last word she had pronounced. " It's already seven pm..."

" I'm sure he will. He's no choice but coming back, at least that's what I'd do if I were him. "

A faint smile spread across Amelia's face while passing a hand through her hair. " Do you... kind of like me or something? " She dared to ask him

He remained silent for a few seconds, his eyes still on her, looking at her up and down. From her red nail-polished fingers to her bare feets. Even though the weather in San Francisco was quite good compared to the english one they had known weeks ago, spring was not really here yet but she had borrowed one of James's sweater and matched it with a pair of shorts.

" Just sleep, Amelia, for god's sake! " He finally protested, uncovering his usual amusing behaviour. " Your feelings 're driving you crazy. I won't move so if you need anything just say it but, no more question. Close your eyes and think of something nice. "

Unexpectedly, she grinned, forgetting her sorrow for a short while and gently obeyed him after mumbling slight ' Thank you so much '. All she wanted, as soon as she squeezed her eyes shut, was to dream of James.


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James puffed out the smoke of his cigarette then coughed. He did not really like to smoke but this appeared to be something that soothed him. He was not like Metallica other members, fond of cocaοne and other drugs but oddly felt more or less relaxed once he had stubbed the small tube.

He never knew he could act like that – driving like a manic for nearly two hours just not for Amelia to see him crying and let her on her own because he could not stand to watch her in pain. Never knew a child's life would have this effect on him. God, when did he even start liking them? He remembered when he used to say he would never be a father because of his experience, his past. Now something in his head left him think he would have love to try to be one for his baby.

The fair-haired man sighed, letting his fingers run through his hair. Smoking was just enough to make him sink he could have had a son or a daughter in the next months. He knocked on the frontdoor and a busy Jason – talking on the phone probably with his wife, as usual – swung it open. Their eyes flashed and the bassist let him enter without a word.

" Where is she? " James asked firmly

" Upstairs. " Jason mouthed before leaving the hallway to head to the kitchen, the handset still stuck at his ear

James nodded before walking towards the staircases. He nearly tiptoed once he was there, not wanting to wake her up or something and moved in the direction of Amelia's bedroom. Slowly twisted the handle, opened it halfway. Instantly saw Lars, asleep on a chair near his girlfriend's bed. Finally, James peeked at the room and his blue-steel eyes focused on the brown-haired girl that laid curled up on the couch. Although they all had a bad day – one of the worses they had lived so far – he found her beautiful. Like always. He tiptoed a bit to settle down to the couch. Amelia whimpered in her sleep, opening two sleepy eyes. A broad grin suddenly drew on a face and he smiled back.

" I thought you'd never come back, James. " She uttered with a sorry look

As only answer, James pulled her closer to him wrapping his arms around her in a protective gesture. She let her head rest on his torso, smelling his perfume, feeling his heart beating strongly in his chest, allowing herself to weep a little bit into his arms. He slowly began to stroke her hair then kissed the top of her head. " I'm here, now. "

" I ... "

She coughed, a hand covering her mouth to muffle her small spasms. Her chaotic feeling mixing up inside her as a explosive cocktail forced her to slightly push him away. Asthma was one more time the sign of something going wrong – or not the way she wanted – with her. She swallowed hard before lifting her eyes up to face him. James gave her an amazing grin to make her chill out. But it did not work and the brunette dropped her voice to a tiny whisper. " I love you. "

He nodded, except no word escaped from his mouth. Amelia sighed, suddenly sad again. Unexpectedly, James cleared his throat and spoke up. " You need to talk to someone about this. You can't keep that for yourself and pretend it's all right 'cause it ain't at all. And I know I'm not the right person to speak with about this. It's too hard for me right now. "

' Oh my god! ' went in Amelia's mind as an obvious fact : James expressing his thoughts was something new for both of them. And it was kind of akward but she did not care. If it could relieve him, she would handle everything.

" Who do you wanna talk to? " Metallica's frontman insisted, startling the teenager out of her thoughts

She slightly shrugged her shoulders. Did not want to be far from the band members. Did not want to describe her feelings to another person. Did not want to move at all. Staying there, in James' hug forever and always. Yet, she managed to stutter a short sentence.

" My cousin, Francesca. "

" Where does she live? "

" A few miles away but she spends all her holidays in Argentina, at my uncle's ranch. "

James' eyes met hers and she sadly placed a hand on her painful stomach, caressed it nervously. He smiled but she guessed there was something beneath his appearance. Something words could not tell. He leaned down to kiss her expecting but trembling lips. A soft kiss only broken by her tears.

" You should definitely spend time with her, in Argentina. " James affirmed quickly. " Spend time with your family. "

Amelia raised an eyebrow, both puzzled and shocked. " What about you? What about Kirk, Jason and Lars? What about my job? "

" We'll wait for you, Amelia. "

In the background, Lars was still sleeping.


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Hope I didn't make too many mistakes. :rolleyes:
And that this is clear enough :)

Edited by Sol, February 19, 2013, 4:32 pm.
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Zira
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Oh no, she aborted the baby :(

Suppose, Lars has a point, not wanting a child to grow up moving around a lot.

You know I love this, keep going :heart:


Is there going to be more?
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February 18, 2013, 6:00 pm
Oh no, she aborted the baby :(

Suppose, Lars has a point, not wanting a child to grow up moving around a lot.

You know I love this, keep going :heart:


Is there going to be more?
Wow! Thank you so much Zira! :heart:

I've planned a lot of chapters coming next.

It even may be very long... ^^ :biggrin
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That chapter was quite sad :( But I'm glad James came around....

And Francesca? hmmm... where is that going?
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