End Of Passion Play - {James Hetfield/Metallica}

Chapter 17 | Whiskey

(A/N: SMUT WARNING!! | On a separate note, this chapter is the longest one so far. (2698 words))

I parked in the driveway, the rain pouring down hard outside. Beside me, Sarah was still asleep. She looked so peaceful and beautiful and tempting, with her plump lips slightly parted, her huge cleavage showing, and her skirt riding up her curvy legs.

I took her over my shoulder and carried her up to the door. I took my keys out of my pocket, trying not to wake her, but it was impossible.

"James..." she mumbled. "Where- w-what's happening?".

"Shhh, it's alright, babe." I said, setting her down and unlocking the front door. "We're home.".

"Can you carry me to bed? Please?".

"Yes.".

I picked her up again and carried her through our dark house and down the shadowy hallway. I placed her down on the bed and covered her with a wool blanket.

"Sleep tight, babe." I said, kissing her forehead. I'm not sure why you hate me all of a sudden, but I love you. I thought to myself, staring at her for a moment before I went back outside to bring in all of our stuff.

As I took out our luggage from the trunk, a Station Wagon pulled up in front of the house.

The back door opened and Blair ran up to me, a huge smile on her face.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed. "Hi, daddy! I missed you!".

"Aww, I missed you, too.".

Sarah's dad and her stepmom walked up the driveway. "Is Sarah home?" her dad asked me, gesturing at the house.

"Yes, she is, but she's actually having a nap right now." I told him.

He furrowed his brow, nodding slowly, almost as if he didn't believe me. "Mhm, I see." he said. "Okay, well, I'll see you 'round, James.".

"Bye.".

"Can we go inside now, daddy?" Blair asked me. We were both drenched from the rain.

"Of course, honey.".

I finished bringing in all of me and Sarah's stuff, including our amps and other gear, all by myself.

Exhausted, I flopped down on the couch. For a moment, I just listened to the steady rhythm of the rain hitting the window.

"Daddy?" I heard Blair ask.

"Yes, hun?" I replied.

She skipped into the living room. "There aren't any cookies." she told me disappointedly.

"I know," I sighed, getting up and heading to the kitchen. "There's not much food around right now, is there?".

"No, there's nothing to eat!".

I opened the fridge, seeing only milk, which had probably curdled long ago, celery, beer, and a box of sushi that had about five pieces in it. There wasn't much more to be found in the cupboard, either.

"Maybe we should go shopping." I suggested, although I didn't really want to go out.

"Okay. Wait, where's mommy?" Blair asked.

"She's having a nap.".

We got our shoes on and went out to the car, practically running because the rain had begun to fall even heavier.

"Once grandpa told me that mommy isn't responsible." Blair told me as she strapped on her seatbelt.

"What?!" I asked, in shock.