body electric || kirk hammett

i.

CHAPTER ONE

november 4th, 1983.

you were face down on your messy bed, sipping a 16oz brandy, busy reading the latest magazine of star hits when across the room your black landline phone rang.

setting the magazine down, you picked it up, "hello?"

"y/n it's me." it was your friend james hetfield. "i'm surprised you even answered. you need to come over quick. kirk is acting up again."

in the background you could hear the blast of metal music, along with things being thrown and broken. knowing what incident was occurring, you sighed. "okay. i'll be there in 10."

"hurry." was all he said before you hung up, rubbing your face sorely & dying inside 100 times over.

not again. you thought, goddammit kirk.

since you were in nothing but a set of black lace bra & underwear, you hurriedly (and dreadfully) pulled over a black cami, low-rise jeans, jacket, and laced on your shoes. swiftly grabbing your keys on the nightstand and opening your window.

your mom was gone working the night shift at the bar and your father was asleep (drunk of course) on the sofa in the living room.

they wouldn't even know you were gone.

effortlessly, you hauled one foot out the window before the other, walking to the front yard and up to your model 1980 jeep cherokee. you hopped in and started the ignition, adjusting the review mirror, catching a glimpse of your makeup before bracing yourself for the overtiring drive.

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once parked in the gravel driveway of james trailer, you sat in the driver's seat just a little while longer. put simply you really did not want to do this.

to give a little insight and backstory, kirk was your friend. you weren't as close with him as you were with james, lars, & cliff, but you talked at least.

he had this temper.

some days he would get so worked up with vexation that he would hook his guitar to the aux speaker in his room and play until his fingers bled and left callouses.

if still in his moment, once he was done playing, he would hook up the speaker to blast high-pressure metal on repeat. during this he would punch walls, wreck bookshelves & break anything he could.

all the while james, lars, & cliff (who also lived in the same trailer) had to listen and deal with his irascibility.

although, you couldn't entirely blame him. he came from a shitty home and was only being raised by his aunt and drunken uncle who you heard at times, was abusive.

his aunt died a year ago and he met lars at an instrument shop. then through lars, he met you.

you were the only one who could calm his blowups since you had the patience to listen to him rant and rant until he couldn't breathe, and it was all out. when the others tried to approach, he would fight and get physical, and they quickly learned to just call you over and let you do your thing.