body electric || kirk hammett

iv.

CHAPTER FOUR

you paced your room nervously.

what is he doing in my house?  you thought, is he looking for kirk? does he think he'll get dirt on kirk from me? or maybe..

shit,

you paused, the sudden awareness overwhelming. now you understood jared's ruse.

it was dusk outside when you rushed to your window and tugged it up, sliding out before you hopped in the jeep and took off to even you didn't know where.

the bon jovi cd that you left playing on your way to work played through the speakers.

runaway turned on and ironically you felt like you were in a movie. your blood pressure rose when you pushed down the gas a little more, speeding down the street.

—

when you arrived, you noticed all of their vehicles were gone and the lights were out. still, you parked and walked up the gravel to the door, finding it useless to knock and just grabbing the spare set of keys under the mat.

"hello?" you called into the dark room, shutting the door and looking around. "james?" he didn't reply (not like you expected him to anyways).

maybe you were overthinking it. maybe they all went to hang somewhere. itching on the back of your neck though, something was eerie about the empty trailer.

you admitted that kirks uncle might've spooked you.

just then, the door flung open, making you wince. it was kirk, and from his expression you knew he didn't except to see you here. "y/n?" he called unsurely.

"hey." you were still tense from being unnerved so you tried your best to sound normal, "where is everybody?"

he closed the door, eyeing your anxious frame, "we all went to the vhs shop. friday the 13th part 3 just got stocked." he waved the slipcase. "i guess i was the first to get back." he said, walking closer, looking you up & down, "you okay?"

you hesitated, your voice firm. "we need to talk."

—

"shit!" he yelled, pacing back and forth, coursing his hands through his hair while you sat on his bed, watching him.

it was hard to tell whether this was post-traumatic stress or if he was just suppressing rage. "shit! shit! shit! you didn't tell me your dad was a fucking cop."

"he's retired." you corrected.

"what difference does it make?" he groaned and kicked over a pile of neatly set comics, cursing profusely. "i get why he wants to talk to your pops. he wants to get that warrant and hunker down at a place for a bit, but what the hell does he want with you?"

you shrugged, "i don't know-" before he cut you off, shaking his head and pointing his finger. "no. i don't like this. i don't fucking like this."

"well what do want me to do, kirk? never go back home?"

"yeah." he nodded, laughing sorely. "something like that. there's no way in hell i'm letting you go back if he's staying there."

you rose from the bed. "look, don't be dick just because you've had a bad night-"

"i've had a great night." he argued, clenching his jaw. you both stared listlessly until you gave in.

"i just came here to warn you. i can take care of myself. besides, i better get back anyways. he'll be wondering where i am." you grabbed your coat and tried for the door before he blocked you in your path, "stay here." he said.

you scoffed and looked up at him disbelievingly, "you're fucking kidding, right?" waiting for an answer (which never came) you finished, "what about my mom kirk? i can't just leave her there-"

"unlike me, your mom doesn't give a damn about you!" he snapped, grabbing your shoulders with morbid fixation. frustration strained in his eyes and voice like blood vessels.

truly, he didn't mean it. it was just a stupid way to make you stay. regardless even if it wasn't intentional it sure felt like it.

he let go and watched you bite the inside of your cheek. his eyes sank the longer he watched you try to recover from the verbal slap. "i'm leaving." you said firmly under your breath.

he didn't argue and instead tightened his posture, watching while you grabbed your keys. "can you at least tell me where you're going?"

"audrey's." you made your way to the door while he followed.

"the blonde chick?" he questioned, walking through the living room and the front door. "y/n." he grabbed your arm again, more aware to be gentle this time, and pulled you back around before you could walk down the steps. "don't go."

his lips were tight, his eyes held a certain plea to them, "don't go." he repeated. and for a second, you almost wanted to stay.

"bye kirk." you said, descending down the stairs and to your car. he watched you hop in and drive away.

—

9:37pm

audrey's house was just a coverup to keep kirk from worrying. but now, it seemed you actually had no other choice.

it was late, you were out of gas, and your jeep was acting up again. goddamn transmission. with no gas station nearby, the car hit E.

you pulled over on the side of the road and walked to the nearest pay phone to insert your quarter & call audrey. she of course, didn't answer so you left a message.

"hey audrey it's me." you hesitated, your throat thick on the verge of dispirit, "i'm kinda stuck. the cherokee quit on me, i'm out of gas. i need to stay at your place tonight." you thought, (what else to say?) "don't worry about picking me up, i'm gonna walk over & work from there. i'll be there in a bit, bye."

with that you hung up, making a loud cling as you did.

you locked your car doors to prevent thieves (not like you had anything valuable anyways) and started to walk down the side of the road towards her house.

you stared at your laces, hands in your pockets. headlights passed you by but none bothered to take a second look.

then from behind, you noticed a familiar car. its radio blaring, headlights glowing, as they pulled to your side & rolled down the window. it was kirk in his 71' chevy chevelle. "get in."

you ignored him and kept walking, but he followed anyways. "y/n."

you stopped, hesitated, turned to him, "fine. but only because you're playing black sabbath." he smiled as you hopped in.

he knew you loved ozzy so he played the master of reality album on purpose before he came to chase you down. it wouldn't have gotten every girl, but it usually got the good ones.

—

for as long as you've known him, you hadn't officially been in his car. it smelt like him (cigarette smoke & old spice) when you opened the door.

exterior-wise, his car was slick, black, always polished, shined, and low to the ground with silver linings. interior-wise, it was similar. two rows of black leather seats, a matching thin steering wheel, and three main gauges to show his speed and gas.

to be honest, as destructive as kirk was, you hadn't considered it possible for him to keep a vehicle in good shape.

you had to admit you were impressed and he noticed this on your face when you slid into the faux passenger seat.

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