Trust Me (Metallica/Megadeth Story)

Chapter Two

I wasn't sure how long I had laid there until I heard the front door slam shut, but by now, I was just lying face down on the bed, completely numb. I had known that it would be difficult to move past the memories of my bandmates' abuse, but somehow, I hadn't known it would be this hard. Flashbacks were running through my mind a mile a minute as I simply laid there, unmoving and unfeeling.

"You think this is a fucking game?!" Shawn screamed, storming over to me. I covered my face as he roughly grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him so he could glare at me with hate. Dread filled me as I smelled the alcohol on his breath, and I knew that this night would end in disaster if I said the smallest thing to push him over the edge.

"I'm sorry..." I said, barely above a whisper, and I winced as he threw me against the wall, gripping my shoulders tight enough to leave bruises.

"You always fucking say that!" he hollered, backhanding me hard across the face. "Do you even know what it means?! When you say you're sorry it means you won't fucking do it again! And you just keep fucking up!"

"I know...." I whimpered as he smacked me again. Blood began to drip from my nose as I looked down at the floor. I knew that what I had done was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself at the time. I had encountered Lars in the market earlier today, and Shawn had caught us talking and laughing like the old days. It seemed as though he'd been stewing over it all day, and only decided to unleash his anger once he had become intoxicated.

"You're a goddamn selfish prick, you know that?" he seethed, grabbing my shoulders roughly and forcing me to look into his furious eyes. "What, are we not good enough for you or something?!"

"They never hurt me like this." I said without thinking, and he suddenly released me, simply staring as the silence persisted.

"You fucking piece of shit." he growled, and without warning, smacked me hard across the face again, sending me falling to the floor. I looked up in fear as he grabbed me and began to beat me mercilessly, screaming about how I have so much, and how I never appreciate any of it.

I felt terror run through me as I realized that he could possibly kill me tonight, so, risking a few more punches, I turned to the wall and screamed as loud as I could, trying to ignore Shawn's relentless beating.

It wasn't long before the cops showed up, and Shawn was dragged away in a fit of rage. The neighbors had heard the fight, and had probably saved my life that day. If the police hadn't been called...I could have been killed by my own bandmate.

"Dave?" I heard James' familiar voice say, and flinched as he put a hand on my back. I slowly turned to look up at him, sighing as I sat up. He draped an arm over my shoulders and I stared at the floor. "You alright?"

"I thought I could forget." I explained, my voice breaking as I attempted to keep myself together in front of him. "I thought...I don't know, by coming here I could create a new life for myself. Forget about the years with Megadeth. I can't even play my own songs without being reminded of them. I...I just..."

"Dave." he said, stopping my rambling, and I looked up at him. He gave me a small smile. "You just got here. I totally understand if you're not used to it yet. Listen, these things take time. Any time something like this happens to anyone, it takes a while to move past it. Give it time, and it'll all be okay in the end."

I just sat there, a slight smile on my face as I ran his words over in my head. Time heals all wounds is basically what he was saying. Whilst it wasn't always the truth, I had a feeling that if I just gave it time, I could possibly rebuild my life as it was before this whole disaster.