Lars Ulrich was at the peak of his life. The drummer to one of the most famous bands in the world, otherwise known as Metallica. Known for being extremely talented, traveling worldwide with the band, and earning heaps and heaps of money solely for doing what he loves and simply just existing. Maybe even for being a little bit of a heartbreaker, who knows, depends on your perspective. However, this isn't about Lars, his life with women, popularity, money, talent, and traveling.. This is about his younger sister, nineteen-year-old Audrey Ulrich. The setting begins January 17th, Thursday night, 1985. Or morning... to be fair Audrey wasn't even aware of how late it was. All she knew was that she had been out for at least two hours. As she was walking through the park she came across a bench and made the decision to sit down. She reached for her bag and looked in. "Damn it." she thought. "No more alcohol. I need to get more.." The only problem was obtaining the alcohol itself. Usually, she would get it through a friend, but she doubted they were awake at this time of night. "I'm sure my parents have some stored off at home. I'll just go back and then come back outside." She got up and began walking back home. "Hopefully my parents aren't awake. They threatened to kick me out the last time I snuck out... Maybe it's not even that late. What time even is it?" Audrey rubbed her hands together and blew into them. It was pretty chilly, maybe she wouldn't come back out after all. She came across the road and looked both ways before she crossed. Not that she needed to in the first place, they were barely any cars and the town was dead silent. "I could go for a cigarette right now, would definitely warm me up for the time being." She pulled out a pack of Kent cigarettes. There were only two left inside of the pack. Audrey sighed and grabbed one. Only one was left. She put the pack back into her sweater pocket and exchanged it for her lighter. She lit the cigarette and inhaled a breath. She held it for 5 seconds before finally letting it out of her system. She continued to smoke the cigarette as she walked.
Finally, she arrived home. She took one last breath from the cig and flicked it on the ground, followed by her shoe rubbing it into the ground. She looked back up in front of her and saw a window being illuminated by a light that was on from inside the house. "Shit," she muttered to herself. Her parents were awake, and she knew this cause when she left, she ensured all the lights were off. "Might as well walk in, there's no use sneaking back in." She walked up to the front door, opened it, and stepped inside. There wasn't anyone in the living room. "Maybe Lars came and visited? Is he even in town?" She began walking up the stairs to her bedroom only to meet her mother and father face-to-face. "Fuck this".
"Do you know what time it is Audrey?" Torben asked. The long-haired man looked tired. He was rubbing his beard and you could tell he was stressed. He had very apparent eyebags, a bushy beard, and a big nose.
"No, I don't," Audrey responded.
"It's 4 in the morning," Lone said. The woman had defined eyebrows and a nice smile. Although you wouldn't be able to tell with the face that she had while sitting on Audrey's bed.
"Okay. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
"Nuh-uh, you've said that the last two times and we specifically said that the next time it happens you'd be kicked out." Mr. Ulrich looked extremely frustrated. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was speaking with his hands a lot.
"You reek." Lone added. "Like cigarettes. Even more of a reason to not have you in the house." Audrey looked at her mother and rolled her eyes, looking back at her father.
"You guys can't be serious. I'm nineteen years old. I'm considered an adult, I can do what I wan-."
"And you can do what you want when you live under your own roof, but so long as you are sleeping, eating, showering, and living in my home, you will live by my and your mother's rules. Which include not sneaking out and coming back home smelling like cigarettes." There was a silence that hung in the air.
