𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | kirk hammett

Chapter 60

"But I want us to live together." Kirk replied.

I opened the car door, "This is it"? I asked. "This is what you want"?

"I don't know what I want Dalia." Kirk replied.

"How could you not know what you want? We've been together for over a year"! I said upset.

"Do you want this life with me? Or are you gonna be miserable"? Kirk asked.

"What do you want me to get on my knees and fucking beg you not to dump me"? I asked.

"No! I just want to make sure that you're happy with me Dalia." Kirk said reaching for my hand.

"Of course I'm happy with you. I've been happy with you." I replied.

Kirk didn't say anything.

"I can't do this anymore. It's exhausting putting up a fight with you. You're just so." I started.

"So what"? Kirk asked.

"So insecure about our relationship." I finished.

He looked at me offended, "I am"? He asked.

I nodded slowly. "You don't need to keep checking if I'm happy with you. I will tell you if I'm not."

"It's because you've tried breaking up with me twice Dalia." Kirk said bitterly.

"And why is that"? I asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Me. It's all my fault! That's why I'm scared to fuck up with you. And here I am doing it again." Kirk said throwing his hands in the air.

I shook my head, "I can't deal with this right now Kirk. We should be happy for each other. Metallicas only getting bigger and better and I'm going to college. Here in LA." I replied.

"Wouldn't it be better if we we're together"? Kirk asked.

"Everything would be better if we were together. But not in Denmark." I said holding my head.

"So we just support each other from afar"? Kirk asked.

"It's only for a couple of months Kirk. And we can visit each other." I said softly.

"Yeah, right." Kirk said getting back into his car, "Have a good night Dalia."

"You're not staying"? I asked standing at my apartment door.

"I think we need some time apart to make our decisions." Kirk replied.

"How much time"? I asked, looking up at him with desperate eyes.

I knew I looked pathetic. Here I was begging for him not to break up with me, not to leave me. And he didn't care. Or at least he made it seem like he didn't. And that hurt. I could feel more tears in my eyes and I stood there waiting for him to change his mind. To come hold me. And comfort me and tell me that everything was going to be okay.

But everything was so unsteady right now and I didn't know how much more I could take.

"I'll call you later." He said and with that he drove off.

I stood there in disbelief. He left me standing here in tears. I didn't know whether to be sad or angry.

I slowly walked into my apartment and threw my keys onto the counter and climbed into bed. I pulled the sheets up around me and cried into my pillow.

What was even more upsetting was that smell of Kirks cologne was all over the bed.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to upset Kirk but I so desperately did not want to go to Denmark. The worst part is the Kirk was making valid points, but I just don't want to. I can't imagine living anywhere other than here in LA. Why couldn't he understand that?!