Kiss of Death- Dave Mustaine Fanfiction

These Boots Were Made for Walking

You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin'
And now someone else is getting all your best
These boots are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'
You keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin'
Now what's right is right but you ain't been right yet - Nancy Sinatra

Shortly after our confrontation at La Hacienda, your rehabilitation center, Kill Bill was released. This was unexpected for me since everyone thought I had essentially died due to the lack of movies I had starred in. I must say it felt nice to finally be back in the lime light for a good reason. Sure, the paparazzi was still annoying as all hell, especially when they'd try to invade not only my personal space, but also that of my kids. However, that was the small price to pay for popularity. During the 2000's it was like the more I grew the more you seemed to fade away, not just to the public but to me as well. It was like you didn't exist to me anymore and that was for the best.

I finally had my life back and I was also back to dating again. Sure, they were all just merely flings, and I wasn't really looking for a spouse or something long term, but it was nice to be out and act young again. Plus, all of those flings treated me with more respect than you ever did. They weren't just interested in my sex either. They genuinely cared about me. They even hung out with my kids from time to time. In short all of them were better lovers and better parental figures than you ever were. Sure, you could say that that was immoral due to the fact that we were technically still married, but mentally and spiritually we were anything but. I was tired of trying to defend you and trying to take up for you. I had to go to bat for myself for once in my life. I had to live and be myself. Being like this helped me personally grow. I felt like a butterfly that finally grew into it's wings. I wasn't dead to myself anymore.

I had my career back, my kids loved me and I loved them, and you were out and gone from my life. I then had to finish up production on the second part or volume of Kill Bill. I did all my own stunts so sure at times I would get banged up pretty badly at times, but it was fun and gratifying nonetheless. Everyone knew my name again, but most importantly everyone treated me with respect. I was what everyone was talking about. I was the 'it girl'. I had finally gained the attention of the masses again, but for a good reason.

However, around this time my kids were getting older and were becoming much more aware of the situation around them. Despite me trying to keep them away from the outside world and to keep them naive as long as I could it became very obvious that no matter how hard I tried I couldn't cover up the truth for them.  Especially, when it came to Justis. He was turning into a lovely young man. Time flew by so quickly he was 13! He knew that something was going on between me and you, but I refused to acknowledge it. A kid shouldn't be forced to know what it is like to have parents at each others throats. He didn't deserve to know that you were an alcoholic and drug addicted loser that was wasting away in a rehabilitation center. All he needed to focus on was his school work, baseball, and his PS2. He deserved to be a kid, not some cold hearted and disheartened preteen. Same applied with Electra. Despite her being rather young she still din't deserve to know any of the gritty details going on behind the scenes of our 'marriage'. You and I owed that much to them at the very least.

I got into more family activities with them. We moved out of that small apartment in Olympia and moved into a bigger house around that area. I got to play with them more often. It was like our own little utopia. I finally got to be the mom I never had. They felt happy with their little lives. They got to co-exist in a world without any worries. And that's truly what any parent wants for their child. No parents wants their child to go through trials and tribulations. While, every parent knew that it would happen eventually (including me) I wanted to keep them sheltered from it for as long as I possibly could. They deserved to have the childhood you and I were both derived of. They deserved to have everything and then some. I made it my goal to achieve that for them, because they deserved nothing less than the best.
I had my own money and I was getting more by working again with Kill Bill parts 1 and 2. However, while compensation certainly was one of the major plus sides to being an actor it was never back then and even now what drives and motivates me to act. Being passionate was what drove me. It gave me a chance to step outside of myself and be who I wanted to be. It made me independent and fierce. To me it practically made m unstoppable. I felt like I was on top of the world. For a while I haven't felt genuinely happy with myself or with my life. For a while even back then I blamed you for being the cause of my pain. However, while it was you who constantly punished me, psychologically, it was me who enabled you to do so. I never put my foot down when around you. I was always so submissive to you. I let you do what ever you wanted to do and get away with it. I didn't have any standards for myself which led me to be very weak whenever I addressed you. I was a new woman, and you were messing with someone you shouldn't have been messing with.
I had on my new high heeled boots. You know what they say, 'Give a girl the right pair of shoes and she'll conquer the world.' These boots were made for walking and that's what they are going to do. Now these boots were going to walk all over you.