Hold On To Me || Kirk Hammett

Part 17- If I Failed To Do What I Had Set Out To Do

Here's a happy chapter, for real this time. No plot twists and shit. Okay, maybe not at the beginning, anyways. But still, there's the smut-ish, there's the fluff, and there's a little surprise too. A good one, or a bad one if you ain't into that shit. But anyways, cheers.

Oh, and also. I want my hundred bucks, yea. You know what I'm talking about.

Savannah's POV

The saddest type of sadness is when your tears don't drop, and you feel nothing. It's like the world ended. You don't cry. You don't hear. You don't see. You stand there, and for a second, your heart dies.

I sat at the edge of the bed, Ali on Kirk's lap, and a guitar in front of them, as Ali strummed happily, a wide smile on her face, and a dazzle on her lips. She was like her father, a spark of passion that ignited their bones, driving her into her bright future.

I didn't have a future anymore. It was just a horrid past that no matter how many times I tried to run away- it always caught up to me. And no matter how many times I tried to deal with it- it left me shattered.

"Mom, look!" She said as Kirk held a chord, and Ali strummed with her little hands.

I feigned a smile, clapping my hands as she grinned, her face beaming with pride.

I felt depressed without Heroin. It was like the fog had cleared, and now I had to face reality. I had to deal with my emotions that were bottled up in a jar of Heroin but now they were leaking onto my heart, squeezing it with such an unbearable pain, I didn't think I could take much more of it.

He was gone. He was gone. He was gone,

And no matter how much I tried, nothing could change it. If I talked about it, it made it real. Because now, I was living in the fantasies of the past, where everything was Heaven. Literally. 

Playing in the bar, sweet-talking the manager to give us discounts, knocking beers like no tomorrow. It seemed like such a desperate memory, and I was clinging to it with hopes that it would keep me alive. Keep me sane.

"You're a natural, sweetheart." Kirk complimented, setting the guitar to the side and kissing her on her chubby cheeks.

"Dad, I want to be just like you," She smiled. I don't think I ever saw Kirk this happy, so proud of his little girl. So proud of himself. He was radiating with happiness, a tear or two of joy rolling down his cheeks.

"Thank you, my love." He smiled, cupping her cheeks and giving her a sweet kiss on my forehead.

She smiled, giving him a big hug and whispering something in his ear. A mischievous look crept across his face as they both nodded in agreement.

Oh, good lord, I don't know whether I should run for my life or stay and watch the drama.

Fuck.

I was practically mauled by both of them as they both pounced onto me as I was bombarded with tickles until my stomach was sore from laughing, and tears were running down my face, and I'm gasping, gasping, gasping for air. And I'm begging them to stop but they will not give up.

One look. That's all it took before Kirk switched allegiance, and now it was Ali's turn, and boy, does it feel good to be on the other end.