1982 - San Francisco, California.
The story begins and so does the chaos when Kirk Hammett falls in love with Zoe Mustaine...yes...Kirk Hammett falls in love with Dave Mustaine's sister.
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Zoe woke up excited. She never woke up excited. Waking up in the Mustaine house was always one big ritual. First, the parents' fight, then the screams from the mother obsessed with her asshole husband who falls asleep drunk on the couch every single day, then the confusion of the father leaving the house, slamming the door and saying he's going to work. Work with what? Nobody knows, he says he is a mechanic, but everyone knows that he just wanders around San Francisco looking for casino games and free beer.
The second fight comes when their momm decides to wake up both of them screaming every single day at 8:30 in the morning, pushing them out of bed and telling them to "get a life" and go earn money/get a job. And the third fight was with Dave, as the two battled over the bathroom.
But today, today, that didn't happen. For the first time in years it didn't happen, and Zoe woke up alone, seeing her room still with the door closed, and remembering that she finally had the job she so longed for, she woke up excited.
Well, now her mother had no more reason to fight with them, after all, they both worked. Did Zoe have any intention of giving money at home? Of course not, let Dave do that. The fact of earning her own money and staying more than 8 hours outside the shitty house she lived in was like winning a lottery jackpot without having to share it.
Zoe took a shower, got dressed and ran downstairs, she has never been one of those people who pay attention to the day, after all she likes to spend most of the morning and early afternoon just sleeping so she doesn't have to look at her parents' faces, and at night she follows her brother's or Lombardo's steps just to not stay at home. Yes, that's what they say, she was a "tramp", in the original sense of the word, of wandering around, aimlessly going around and doing nothing.
She walked down the wooden stairs of the house, walked through the messy living room with a mark on the couch showing that her father had been there and left, her mother was no longer at home, probably already at her part-time job, meaning the house is empty and the Mustaine brothers finally have peace and can breathe.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" was the first thing she heard from Dave's mouth as soon as she entered the kitchen. She felt her brother's judgmental gaze on her.
"Fuck you, Dave" Zoe said bravely and stared at herself in the reflection in the glass of the door.
Her hair was as messy as ever, her curls were loose and long, she had on pantyhose, and a black skirt handmade from fabrics of clothes her mother had bought her and she had simply torn them up and made them into a pair of clothes that only covered what was necessary, as her friend Hailey had taught her. She blocked her thoughts from remembering Hailey and looked in the mirror again, seeing the skirt she had chosen to make the outfit that made her mother want to vomit and her father call her names that fathers shouldn't call their daughters.
