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| Broken, Beat and Scarred; Sequel to' Harvester of Sorrow' | |
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| Sol | February 26, 2013, 6:21 pm Post #1 |
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Hi everyone! Here's my third fanfiction called " Broken, Beat and Scarred ". ![]() I hope you will enjoy this new story as much as the previous one. This is the sequel to' Harvester of sorrow '. So, this is the first chapter. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter One December 3rd , 1987. San Francisco Amelia put her left arm around Lars and the other around Kirk, a broad grin on her face, her emerald green eyes more twinkling than ever as she gazed at the camera. God, she looked like an angel in that blue dress, her brown hair falling on her shoulders and her back in perfect, controlled waves. For once, her light make-up made the color of her eyes stand out and it seemed hard for everybody to stay in front of her more than a couple of minutes. Then, her thin body was just the top of that. A flash and the three young people were immortalized. No one could guess that, one year earlier, she had just met the guitarist in a gas station, lost in her crass past and searching for a solution that would make her move on. Tons of things had changed since that day and the new Amelia Thompson was stronger and less afraid from the experiences she had lived throughout these twelve months. Even though she came back to San Francisco a few days after her holidays in Argentina to her uncle's house, James still kept a certain distance between them – he had not totally accepted her abortion yet - and the brunette did not know if they could be considered as a true couple anymore. Nevertheless, she always was craving for him to kiss her ; to spend time with her when he was not rehearsing, drinking or partying ; to make love to her but, deep inside, something had been broken and both of them did not want to admit it even if it kind of appeared to be obvious for everyone. Rebecca, Kirk's fiancee, had told her she had to 'turn the page' because ' honestly, James did not match very well with her '. According to her, the Metallica's singer did not know anything about love and relationships with girls and, in a way, there were parts of truth in her mean words. But, Amelia easily did not mind about that. Amelia's brother, Asa, had given up his will to live with the nineteen-years-old in an appartment she could have bought thanks to the money she had saved since she was working as a roadie for Metallica. On the phone, he looked happy to stay with his grandfather, Jackson, hours away from Michael's house, Metallica's manager home that actually turned out to be their studio as well. This one was focusing all his attention on recording several new songs from the band's upcoming album 'And Justice For All' ( including 'Harvester of Sorrow' ), urging the members with pieces of advices for the different instruments. But, none of them was really listenning to him, causing Amelia to laugh when they were together : they would do whatever they wanted in either cases, that was how they were used to work. The brunette smiled one more time, following the photographer's instructions as a sudden silhouette moving in their direction distracted her, causing her to loose her joyful expression and slightly cringe, almost pushing the two musicians away. She knew all too well Rebecca and her changing mood to apprehend a new fight. There had been too much cries, shoutings and slamming doors for the past few months, and she knew the guitarist's newly-bride would try to make it up with her on her wedding day. Lars whispered something she did not pay attention to before going to the buffet, picking up a beer, and Kirk remained still next to her, the broadest grin she had ever seen on him for his beloved. Putting her hands on her hips, the teenager giggled when Rebecca almost fell on the ground because of her high heels then regain her posture back, taking short steps toward them, pouting a bit. " Can I borrow you for awhile ? " She asked Kirk reaching out a hand for him to hold it. And he did, pulling her closer to him in order to kiss her for the unteenth time of the day. Amelia countained herself to roll her eyes : Rebecca was jealous and craved for her to understand that Kirk belonged to her, in a certain way. " James's looking for you somewhere inside. " she informed the youngest, pointing at the huge house they had rented for the occasion. Amelia nodded, rushing to enter the building. Her footsteps echoed as the ground became a titled floor but, she did not care at all to be noisy : she already had seen James, on his feet in the middle of the living-room his blue-steel eyes peeking around in an attempt to find her. He gave her the grin she loved and the brunette had to swallow hard, lowering her look to her bare legs despite winter. Before coming here, for the wedding party, they had argued about some silly things she did not want to be reminded of. She stayed in this position for a few seconds, hearing that he was making his way to her. Indeed, when she lifted her head up, he was close enough for her to feel his breath. Her heart was now pounding out of her chest and she passed a trembling hand through her hair to avoid his impressive gaze. Yet, she could not help but chuckle when he turned her face in his direction with his fingers, faintly shivering at his touch. " We need to talk. " " I know. " Amelia purred. " But one condition. No more fight. " James grinned at her once more, his now twinkling eyes fixed on her as he took her by the hand, leading her through the people dancing outside. Amelia felt akward with the singer's fingers entwined around hers, as if it was her first date with him. She was nearly sweaty and feeling the freshness of the afternoon in San Francisco seemed to be the most wonderful thing in the universe. She breathed in deeply, glancing around for a short while. She saw Jason and his wife Nicole waving at her when they caught a glimpse of her, stopping their conversation with Lars to smile at her. The brunette slightly smiled back at them. James guided her to his car, a Porsche he had bought a few weeks ago. She instantly rolled her eyes, guessing his thoughts. The only way James had found to make her forgive his unpredictable behaviour was to make love to her. No many words, lots of feelings said. That was how James worked after all. She could not blame him for that. Unexpectedly, James opened his car's door and motionned for her to get into the vehicule. " What are you doing? " She inquired, suddenly frowning He laughed, making his way to the other side of the black car, then settled himself at the wheel. " Surprise. " " I don't really like your surprises, James. " Amelia affirmed shyly, reminding of what his last ' present ' was : himself drunk on a party the three other Metallica members had organized for her first year in the crew. " Plus, it's Kirk and Rebecca's wedding. " James could not stop laughing, starting up his Porsche. " You hate Rebecca since day one, don't you remember ? I need to show you something. " " Didn't you want us to talk instead? " He shook his head, pressing the accelerator, and the engine roared. *** After many ' For fuck's sake!'s, ' Stop yelling at me! 's and ' I thought it was ' No fight' !', Amelia angrily slammed the car door in a rattle and walked away from it, the blowing wind sending shivers to her spine. God, why did they always have to argue when they were together? Their relationship was going nowhere, the abortion subject coming over and over again in all their discussions and prevented them from moving on. The nineteen-years-old could handle the fact that James did not completely forgive her act, his frustration against the entire world, his crazy habits. She definitely could deal with his all personnality since this did not bother her at all. She adapted to the unknown and learned how to overcome the whole thing. Yet, she could not bear this. Picturing her boyfriend in someone else's arms was making her sick now even if his past misbehaviours did not mean nothing to her. Why on Earth did she fall in love with him ? " Amelia! " James called her, exiting his car as well. " Come on! We're not even arrived yet. Get the fuck into the car! " Her footsteps echoed on the ground as she started running to the opposite of him, avoiding his order. The sound of his voice, behind her back, made her shudder a bit and she forced herself not to pay attention. But, the tears were already dropping on her face, causing her mascara to leaving small grubby streaks down her cheeks, her emerald-green iris losing their glitter. " Amelia! " He shouted, following her. " Don't be silly! " His sentence made her stop all of a sudden, her hair going in her face with a mess and her body trembling because of the small sobs. " Am I really silly, James? You cheated on me many times and I'm silly? " She slowly asked him and waited for him to be in front of her, looking daggers at him. " Am I silly? " He rolled his eyes before shaking his head. " No, not at all." " All right then. Bye." She said, moving again She did not want to see him and his sorry, childish face. She did not want to do anything with him right now. She just wished he would leave her alone, there, in a park. The context appeared to be the same as twelve months earlier, when he had named her a ' whore'... " I... I slept with her. " James admitted To his words, Amelia stopped one more time, her eyes going widen open because of the shock. " Who and why ? " James looked like he was searching for what he was about to say but he gave up, lowering his gaze to the floor in a rare moment of weakness. " Her name's Teresa Haynes. She's my sister's best friend but it's over now, I promise. " Amelia nervously giggled. She could not believe all of this. All that situation was mad, everything was wrong. Since the beginning. How could the random girl she used to be and still was believe she would have change James Hetfield, Metallica frontman, when lots of girls would be dying to spend a night with him? This Teresa was inconsciently the reason why Amelia got an abortion. Their child would have been crazy with them as parents, for sure. " Please, just take me to the party." The brunette mumbled. " What about us? " " When the hell was this 'us', James ? I don't mean anything to you. I'm just a doll, ain't I ? I tried to stay as open-minded as I could but it's enough. I'm fed up. You can't just play with me and this girl like that. That's not fair. Don't you remember when I kissed Lars and Kirk in the shower and the whole 'fight stuff' it brought? That's what I'm living with you since the day you said you loved me. But, is this love, James? I don't think so. " James remained silent during a brieve moment, visibly ill-at-ease, his eyes meeting hers with provocation though. But, his hands, god his hands were trembling like never before while he put them into his jeans' pockets. " What can I do? " " Just bring me back to the party, please. " He nodded, running his fingers through his hair with anxiety. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you so much! ( Sorry if there're some mistakes. )
Edited by Sol, March 1, 2013, 5:47 pm.
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| HellHathNoFury | February 26, 2013, 8:48 pm Post #2 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Not so many mistakes! The tension between them is ... intense. And I could slap him. |
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| Zira | February 28, 2013, 8:43 am Post #3 |
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Yay, I wondered when the sequel would be up! You've got a great start already!
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| Sol | March 6, 2013, 8:52 am Post #4 |
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Chapter Two " Will you forgive me ? " " No." " You won't even try ? " Amelia shook her head reluctantly, resolute in her decision. " No. " she repeated dryly. " 'cause I know your fucking habits. Litteraly! " She wondered if James joked when he spoke about forgiving him. She had already done this, twice. When she had figured out for his backstage games after Metallica's concerts while she was working, busy drawing a list of the instruments they had used and would be using for the next gig. At first, she did not care about that because she knew or guessed that meant nothing to him. But, now, everything had changed. This did matter since Teresa was a childhood friend. She had been there when James was dealing with his mom's death and his anger's issues. For sure, she knew him a lot more than her and it hurt a lot, knowing that he did not confide his true thoughts or feelings to her but only words of appearence. If ' forgiving ' him meant that Amelia would have to close her eyes one more time on this subject, maybe she did not want to make efforts after all. He was the one to blame for this situation and had to take his responsibilities. He would have to make her change her mind and, unfortunately, everything tended to his disfavour. Her pale look fixed on the landscape flashing before her eyes, Amelia tried to think of something nice but mean words kept repeating in her head, mentally torturing her. She quickly took a look at him, sat at the wheel, concentrated on the road. And, sensing her presence, the youngster turned to face her. She stared at him for a brieve moment, analysing the childish, sorry expression he had, before glancing away. She sighed, pulling her head back into the passenger seat in an exasperated gesture. " No, James. " She mouthed more for herself than for the singer. " Can you please take me home instead? I don't feel like partying anymore. " He nodded. " Yeah... Don't you wanna know what I had planned for you? " Once again she shook her head negatively. " No. " " All right." James affirmed shyly Amelia could tell by the way he had spoken that he was upset and squirmed with embarrassment. He attempted to ignore the guilty feeling that was twisting his mind gulping hard. The brunette adjusted her dress and looked at outside with a lot of interest even if within, she would have craved for a last kiss and surely did not admit it. James cleared his throat, apparently willing to talk to her, to apologize for his misbehaviour, to make her smile again like he used to months ago. Before he got down. Because of the abortion. Amelia was the one to physically suffer from this operation but he definitly turned out to be heartbroken. " I... lost too many people that I really liked already. " James muttered, his voice dropped into a barely audible whisper. " And... I don't wanna loose you, Amelia..." " So, why did you do that? " She could not believe James was now confessing his feelings to her in order to fix up all the mess he had created and breathed in slowly – asthma was coming, she felt her heartbeats increasing, causing her chest to rise up and down in an uneven rhythm and herself nearly gasping for air. " Nothing. " " There's obsviously a reason for you cheating on me, James. Damn it! " Amelia exclaimed, her voice higher than usual because of her sudden anger, her hands trembling Looking around, she noticed that they were in front of Michael's house and swung open the car door. But he prevented her from exiting, laying one hand on hers. She gave him a weird stare, both confused and surprised, angry and tender. She was already missing him, he could see that in her eyes. Pouting, he braced himself for what he was about to say, his heart pounding loudly. " Once you told our pasts didn't matter... " A sigh. Amelia shrugged her shoulders. " So what? " " I'm fucking sorry, Amelia. So fucking sorry. " He shouted, raging within. " Happy now? " Amelia nodded shyly. " I don't understand you. " " Does this mean that you let me another chance? " The brunette pushed his hand away from hers, bent over to exit the car and he stood still, expecting a positive answer. But, Amelia did not add a single word before being outside. Even in this complicated and tensed context, she loved teasing him. Just before smashing the car door shut, she sighed reluctantly, well awared of her weakness. A part of her was warning her it seemed like the worse choice ever and, on another side, she felt like she would have been regretting to tell him ' no'. It would not have improve anything, she could bet that. " Maybe. " *** Amelia tiptoed from her bedroom to the hallway, thankful for the small socks that muffled her footsteps on the wooden floor. It was late in the night, far past midnight and, thinking of what occurred during Kirk and Rebecca's wedding party, she did not manage to sleep. She had tried, in vain, picturing James and herself screaming against each other as soon as she had closed her eyes. It seemed like an eternity that she did have a nightmare and, as she did not want James to be in the same room as her, now she feared to be alone. She slowly twirled the handle of James' bedroom door, hesitating for a brief while but remembering the conversation they had had previously helped her to make her choice. It was like she was living the exact scene that she had lived a few months earlier, when she was not in a couple-relationship with him yet. She slightly pushed the door open and headed to his bed thanks to the moon light streaming through the curtains into the silent room. A wave of apprehension hit her and the brunette breathed in quietly, attempting to control her heart racing madly in her sore chest already broken by the past events. James asleep was even hotter now, his eyes squeezed shut, his long and messy blond hair falling onto his bare arms and his back as he gripped his pillow, certainly plunged into a dream. She gave a small but firm poking between his ribs, causing him to groan of annoyance without opening his eyes though. He felt the poking again. " Huh? " " Can I stay with you? " Amelia stuttered. " I don't wanna be alone. " James pouted then opened his eyes slowly, reaching a hand out to the light on his night table and turned it on, yawning. What game was she playin right now ? One time, she did not want to see or to do anything related to him and, minutes later, she was there Amelia stood still, looking at him stretching up his numb arms. She was wearing his ' Misfits ' sweater with shorts as her pyjamas, causing him to mentally laugh about the situation. Her hair was messy but the rebel curls from the wedding preparation brought something special to her, something James did not noted before. Something like innocence, purety. " You woke me up for that? " He drawled. She nodded, a slight grin spreading across her face at his resigned expression. " I'm scared. " " Bad dream? " She shook her head in a perfect ' no', immobile in front of him, leaning on his elbows half-sleepy. " Bad thoughts. " She corrected, emphasizing the last word. " Come here. " James moved to his left so that she climbed into the bed. Sighing, she felt him wrap his arms around her, keeping her safe, sheltering her. A wave of weakness hit her and she swallowed hard as James let his head rest on her shoulder. Amelia curled up, her legs neatly folded against her chest. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to control the small sobs that upset her but could not help slightly crying. Picturing James doing this with another almost broke her because she had not seen he needed her too. She acted selfishly. Just herself, all for herself. " I'm sorry, honey. " James muttered, causing her to shiver. " I didn't mean to hurt you. Never. " A sigh. James pouted, feeling weird since expressing his feelings was he knew nothing about and it kind of frightenned him but he really liked Amelia. No, not that. He really loved her. Amelia nodded. " I know. " Deep inside, she would give James as many chances as he wanted, for sure. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks Zira and HellHathNoFury for reading and commenting. You made my days! ![]() Hope you'll enjoy it |
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| HellHathNoFury | March 6, 2013, 5:31 pm Post #5 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I'm glad she's probably giving him another chance, but he needs to man up and not be such a baby too! |
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| Sol | March 18, 2013, 6:25 pm Post #6 |
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Here's the first part of this chapter. The next one will be up by the end of the week I think. Hope you will enjoy it. ![]() ( sorry if there're mistakes... )-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Three ( 1rst part) A month and a half. Less than sixty days spent only working for the band. No more fight, she said. No. More. Fucking. Fight. But James always found something to make her get angry at him. Something pointless, usually. She tried hard not to pay attention to the slamming doors, the Porsche's engine roaring, the furious footsteps going away. She attempted to overcome the bad, mean and disgusting feeling that filled her whole body every time they were arguing. In vain. Once, they were fine together and, then, the next one, they could not stand each other, avoiding one another as much as possible, only speaking when it was related to work. Which ironically meant a lot. And, even in that case, they figured out they could hate each other, yelling until Jason - it actually always appeared to be him who dared to step into their issues - had to come to settle down the situation. And it normalled finished with him shouting against the bassist and her running away, crying. She had done this a lot, for him. Weeping. The new strong Amelia Thompson had not last long. Maybe three months. Not long enough to persuade herself that she seemed able to have a brand-new start with James. Unfortunately. With the US tour just starting over and them travelling across the mainland, Amelia used to feel quite alone since Metallica partied every single night on the road without her. She had to stay in her hotelroom, lying curled up on her bed, an empty space beside her that could not be filled, her emeral-green eyes wide opened. And she remained in this position until James came back, drunk as hell. Thinking about how they got there, sometimes dreaming of her unborn baby. This woke her up in a jump each time. Kirk called Rebecca twice a week - he had issues with his wife already - but never mentionned what was going on with her to the others. Amelia just heard a few pieces of their conversations, reproaches and apologizes. Unlike the guitar player, Jason acted like a sweetheart with Nicole, sending her letters and offering her flowers. Amelia envied her. In many ways. But never said it out loud. *** " Just leave me the fuck alone, goddamn it! " Amelia swore in the hotel lobby. Everybody in the place turned around to look at her then went back to their occupations, as if nothing had happenned. James cringed, both of his hands up in the air, a sorry expression on his face - he never saw her as furious as this. “ All right, all right.” " Fine, then. " She hammered out, crossing her arms over her shoulders with resolution Her eyes flashed him once more and she glanced away, focused on the bar, a few steps away from them. If her emerald-green look could have killed people, James would have die now. And about twenty times in the evening. " Can we just go back to my room and talk as grown-ups? " He inquired A resignated sigh. Amelia stayed in this position, clenching her fingers into fists. " No. You never acted like one. And I'm fucking fed up of this shitty relationship already. God, I was so stupid! " " Where are you going, then? " She chuckled, nervously tucking her hair behind her ears. " Why do you care now? " James shook his head. " Well, nevermind. Do as you please. " " Thanks! " Amelia said with a lot of emphasis And she turned to the opposite of him, made her way outside. James mustn't have had an idea of the place she was about to go, there, in a city he had forgotten the name - a complicated one by the way - but she exactly knew. He mumbled something in her back she did not pay attention to before exiting the building. Deep inside, she felt like crying but, nothing in her attitude proved it. She waved at a cab and settled in the vehicule. The brunnette was already covering a normal breathing. Going from bars to bars looked like the perfect remedy for all the sorrow. Kirk had told her about one near the hotel. She wanted to talk to someone, anyway. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you.
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