turn the page - James Hetfield

10

As you're mother entered the room she was wadling around like a penguin, she was so drunk it was unbelievable.

"TURN THAT SHIT OFF!" she yelled making her way to the phone and unhooking it, leaving the person on the other end "hello?" The person said, it sounded like. Man?

who was this man, why did he call you? and especially at 9pm of a night?

You're mother stood there for a second and looked over and walked over to the window.

"Whos here" she shouted looking down at lars's car you scooched forward enough to see lars trying to squish himself in the corner even more, he was basically out in the open, if you're mother turned to the right, it was endgame, he would be spotted.

"Whos in here?" You're mother's raspy and drunken voice filled the room.

After a second or two of silence she quickly turned around and stormed out of the room in frustration and slammed the door behind her.

Her angry footsteps marched down the stairs slowly.

"Shit did she see you" you say squeezing out from under the bed "no but she knows someone is here hurry up!" lars waved his arms around the window for a signal to go out the window

"One second" you moved closer to the phone and picked it up "hello?" You concernedly asked.

who would call at 9pm?

"Y/n is that you?" A fimilar voice echoed through the phone.

"DAD?" You whispered loudly "y/n we don't have time to rejoice with you're dad right now" lars whisper yelled and pointed to the window.

"Hey dad this isnt a good time ..uhh" you said looking from the phone to lars and back to the phone.

Lots of loud noises came from down stairs, like pans clanging and glasses smashing.

"ill give u my boyfriend's number call me tommrow" you smiled at the phone and said james's number aloud.

"Okay, yeah bye" you quickly hung up and finished packing the bag that was on you're floor.

"Money, clothes, walkman, cassettes and cigarettes, ive got everything" you smiled and zipped you're bag up so you and lars can quickly get up and go.

You walked over to lars and chucked you're bag onto the roof of his car "sorry" you quickly apolagized and pulled a 'oops' face "i don't care, we just need to leave, like no-" lars got cut off by the door swinging open with a loud bang.

"Fock" lars swore as he turned around to see you're mum standing there, you turned she had a big butcher's knife in hand.

a moment of silence filled room but was quickly broken by you're mother swinging the knife near you'res and lars's face, you quickly ducked and pulled lars down with you.

You and lars were in complete shock that she was trying to swing at you with a big old knife, you didnt even realise she swung again, lars yanked on you're jacket tk move you and moved himself back, you both fell to the floor, and you're knee got a vertical slice from each side on you're left knee "WHAT THE FUCK MOM" you yelled hoping it would bring her back to reality.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE" she dropped the knife and pounced onto lars like a cat chasing a mouse.

Lars back was rested on the wall as you're mother grabbed the collar of his jacket tightly and she began to scream in his face, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE", she kept screaming at lars.

You quickly crawled you're way to the knife you're mom had dropped "MOM" you yelled over her screams , she slowly looked back in fear for what you would do....

"GET THE FUCK OFF HIM"you yelled pointing the knife at her.

You prayed to god that should would do what you said because deep down inside you knew you loved her, there was no way you were turning a knife to her throat now.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OFF HIM" you screamed even louder this time, you gripped the knife in you're palm and stab the wall to let her know you WEREN'T joking around..

She slowly crawled off lars and lars's deep breaths were slowing down a little, "lars come here, AND ASSHOLE DONT YOU MOVE"you whispered and raised you're tone a little.

Lars slowly stood up and walked over to you, "now listen bitch, this is how it will go, me and lars leave with the bag of stuff i need...and you...you pretend we werent here and you didnt cut my fucking knee open, alright"you whispered ever so angrily.

You're mother started to let out giggles of laughter into her palms as she shook her head "im calling the cops on you, you selfish whore"shw laughed

The emotion on you're face slowly faded away as she thought this was funny "im gonna kill you" you murmered under you're breath.

"OH, I AM GONNA KILL YOU" you yelled walking to her slowly , you then threw the big butcher knife on you're bed, and began to lay aggressive punches on her pale cheeks again and again..and again.. untill lars pulled you off of her..

"Y/n STOP SHE WONT BE ABLE TL GET UP" lars whispered loudly in you're ear as you were going to go for another hit..

"You're dead to me" you said and spat on her half conscious body, she layed there, nothing to say, she didn't even move.

What had you done?, Could she be really really injured, why would you do that?,could i go to jail?a heap of question fluttered through you're mind but one was only good enough to ask.

"Lars are you okay" you turned to him with you're red bloody knuckles and placed them on his cheeks, and brought him close for a hug.

He nodded "we got to go now y/n" he said pulling you're arm a little bit, you let go of him and decided ir was time to leave.

"Okay yeah" you quickly rushed over to the door and ran down the stairs dragging lars down with you.

"WHAT WAS THAT Y/N?" Lars slightly raised his voice a step up from a whisper.

"I did tell you to wait in the car" you half chuckled as you grabbed the bag from off the top of lars's car.

You both sat in silence as you drove out of the drive way, around two minutes later you got up the courage .

"This stays between us" you held out you're pinky "oh please yes, ill get in trouble if James finds out" he chuckled as you're Pinky's met for a pinky promise.