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A Certain History	By : Redneckgirl Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Slipknot Views: 2446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Slipknot. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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‘So what does this word say then? Can you tell me what it means too?’ asked Jade as she sat in the kitchen of her packed up Californian ranch one morning, waiting for the removal company to come back and sitting with a four year old Jamie on her lap.

‘Pleasant; and that means something that’s nice’ said Jamie brightly as Jade praised her. Her daughter astounded her with her intelligence every day, and after many meetings with teachers, child development experts and just generally noticing the way Jamie picked up things her daughter had been classified as not far off a child genius. She was a very, very clever little girl with two very, very proud parents.

‘And what about this one?’ said Jade, pointing to the next word in Jamie’s reading book.

‘Spiteful, like the journalists who bash you mom!’ said Jamie, smiling a cheeky smile at her by now laughing mother.

‘Yes they are, they’re all horrible aren’t they?’ said Jade as she cuddled Jamie. It was only just over the last few months that the rock media had finally eased up on their bashing of Jade, she had been dragged through the mud royally after finally going public with her relationship with Jamie’s father. Even though she had never actually confirmed it she didn’t deny it either at the time, and it had lead to her being labelled a husband stealer, slut, whore and so much worse. And of course the gossips of the scene picked up on it, and also joined the ‘we hate Jade’ bandwagon, making her life very difficult for a while as they spread their rumours about her private life like wildfire over the internet.

What had hurt Jade most though was the constant speculation over who Jamie’s father was, and that hurt her deeply as just by looking at Jamie no one could deny she was Stefan’s child; she was like a tiny blonde haired double of the handsome Norwegian. Looking around at her empty bar the packing cases kitchen, Jade would be sad to leave her home. But since Stefan loathed California they had come to a compromise over their living arrangements and had just brought a beautiful property in Buckinghamshire, England. Jade had seen the house when visiting her godparents Sharon and Ozzy, since her new home’s vast amount of land backed right onto theirs she had spotted it one day whilst quad biking around the fields with Jack and Kelly, her godparents children and immediately told Stefan about it and arranged a viewing.

So many memories were packed into the house, her bull terriers arriving as frightened abandoned puppies she had rescued, the first time she had let Kenzo out for a gallop across the fields when she had brought him, and all the memories of Jamie growing from a beautiful baby into a beautiful little girl. But a fresh start in a new home was going to be welcomed, and since she was hassled by the press far less in the UK than in the US Jade was looking forward to not being under the constant glare of the spotlight.

Getting up from the kitchen table as she heard her husband and the removal men coming back through the front door Jade swung Jamie up onto her hip and tossed her bag over her shoulder, taking one last look around and then leaving.

‘Come on; I’ll let you cry just this one. I know you’re going to miss this place’ said Stefan, putting his arms around his wife as Jamie slid down out of her grasp to search through one of her bags for her MP3 player. Her godfather Dime had just sent it to her as a gift, loaded with all her favourite music including the new Damageplan album, the band he was now playing guitars in after the sad demise of Pantera.

‘Yeah, I just hope the next owner loves it as much as I do’ said Jade, wiping a tear from her eyes as her husband laughed gently and held her just that little bit closer. They had married the previous year in a stately home in England in front of hundreds of their friends and family and now both couldn’t be happier, especially since they had just found out she was carrying their second child. Life was so perfect Jade constantly worried that something would go wrong, once again adopting the fretting gene she had inherited from her grandfather, something Stefan reminded her of every day. Yet this time, Jade would find out her inner worrying were not over nothing, and on the morning of December the 9th 2004 she found out why.

Rummaging around in her kitchen for where the hell she had put the box of horse worming paste she let out a frustrated growl and slammed the draw shut, still not able to find it. She was sure she had left all the horses medical things in one box and put it in the kitchen after finally sorting out their new home, but yet the yellow tubes containing the paste to keep worms from her beloved horses stomachs was nowhere to be found.

‘Looking for this?’ she suddenly heard behind her, the thick London accent of her grounds keeper and live stock manager Bob making her jump.

‘Where the fuck did you find that mate?’ said Jade, turning around to see the gentle giant she had hired just eight weeks ago holding the very box she was looking for.

‘In the tack room where you left it so you’d know where it was’ said Bob with a crafty smile playing on his lips.

‘Pregnancy hormones, they make me the most forgetful person in the world’ said Jade, turning around and following him out of the kitchen door which backed straight onto the yard that held her ten horses. Since taking a well deserved rest from Hellbound for a two year break while she had her second child Jade had wanted something constructive to do with her time, so had used her huge stable block to set up a rest home for neglected and mistreated horses, getting the ones young enough to still enjoy life fit and healthy again and sold on to loving homes, and letting the older ones spend their last days there with her with all the care and love they deserved after such horrid lives of being abused.

The two year break was not a permanent one, but one the five women really did need. For the last decade they had literally been coming off tour to record and then going straight back on the road again, it had to stop somewhere so they could have some kind of normality in their private lives, and actual time to live them too.

It gave Jess time to travel with her now husband Rex Brown while he did his bass duties with his band Down on tour, gave Jen time to relax wherever Chris may be (they divided their time between Iowa and Jen’s home in London, having moved from California two years previously), gave Charlotte the chance to go back home to New York and set up the youth academy for young underprivileged kids to go and learn how to play guitar as she had always vowed to do when she had the finances, and Jo? Well Jo was right next door to Jade after putting in an offer on the property as soon as it had come up for sale, and moving in quickly so she could be right next to her best friend. She was in the middle of moving in right at that moment.

‘Right, you hold his head and I’ll try and stuff this stuff down his neck without him spitting it out’ said Jade as Bob fastened Kenzo’s leather halter and held the rope tightly to prevent the big black horse from doing his usual stunt of sticking his head eight foot in the air and refusing the worming paste. Grasping the nose band of his halter she quickly stuck the yellow syringe into the corner of his mouth and squirted the foul tasting paste in, rubbing his throat to make him swallow and giving him a piece of apple as a treat when he had.

‘Good lad’ she said, patting his muscular neck and undoing his halter again to go next door to Odin’s box and repeat the process again. It was just as she had bolted Kenzo in that Stefan appeared at the kitchen door.

‘Honey, Jess is on the phone. Hurry she sounds upset’ he said, alerting his wife’s attention in a loud voice.

‘Be right there’ Jade called back, handing the box of wormers to Bob who assured her he could cope with the remaining horses now Kenzo was all done and running back to the house. She thanked Stefan as he handed her the phone and kissed him before holding it to her ear, hearing Jess crying her eyes out.

‘Baby what’s wrong? Hey calm down, its okay’ said Jade soothingly as Jess sobbed, being comforted by an equally, if not more upset Rex in their home in Texas.

‘Jade, I have some really bad news. Please sit down, please babe. I really fear telling you this in your condition, but I have to’ began Jess through her sobs.

‘Tell me what sweetheart, and yes I’m sitting down’ said Jade. Jess took a deep breath and held onto Rex’s hand tightly to deliver her next sentence.

‘Jade, Dime was shot at a Damageplan show last night, and h-h-he d-d-didn’t make it. He died Jade, Dime’s dead’ she sobbed, as Jade felt her whole body suffer a wave of cold so freezing it could have permanently turned hell into ice cubes. He was one of her best friends, a man she thought so much of, who she loved dearly, Jamie’s godfather, and he was gone. She felt like and empty shell, and sat shaking in shock as the phone slipped from her hand, and it took Stefan and Bob the best part of four hours to calm her down. The only person who really knew how to do it was lying on a mortuary slab n Columbus, Ohio.

The great Darrell ‘Dimebag’ Lance Abbott was dead, and his friends all instantly felt a part of them fade away as soon as they found out too. And hours after she had found out about her friend Jade had to contend with another part of her slipping away; waking up bleeding heavily and in excruciating pain she called for Stefan who instantly rushed her to hospital. It was no use, by the time she had got into surgery to control the severe bleeding she had lost the baby through the stress and shock.

‘Fuck’ said Jim quietly as he hung up his cell and stared at the wall. Jo had just told him about Jade, and the mess she was in Since returning from the hospital she had locked herself in her bedroom and refused to come out; it had been two days. Feeling thankful he had the time to attend Dime’s funeral originally it also meant the 14 days he had off from band duties with Stone Sour meant he could go and see his friend. By the sound of it she needed him.

‘Hey, where you going sexy?’ said the dark haired girl who had been lying next to Jim until he had got up out of bed.

‘England’ he replied simply, pulling on a clean pair of boxers.

‘Erm, why?’ She then asked.

‘Because one of my best friends lost her friendship equivalent of a soul mate and her baby in one day, she’ll fall apart if she doesn’t have people like me around her’ said Jim, pulling on his jeans and then raiding under his bed for a bag and stuffing clothes into it at speed.

‘Shit, that’s terrible’ said the naked girl, getting up and pulling on a pair of jeans.

‘I know, look stay here if you want, I gotta get on the phone and find myself a flight, and tell Corey too. He’ll probably want to come along, he cares about her as much as I do’ said Jim, buckling his belt and reaching for a t shirt.

‘Just as long as it’s me you love’ she said, hooking her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

‘Yeah, sure of course it is. Anyway, you gotta let me get ready Sam’ said Jim, giving her another kiss and moving past her to leave the bedroom while dialling Corey’s number into his cell. Sam sat down on the bed and sighed; it was never good to know you’d always come second best to your boyfriends best friend. Who just happened to the woman he claimed he’d probably fucked over 1,000 times once upon a time. Almost as soon as the words had left Jim’s mouth, Corey announced he was packing and he would come collect him as soon as they knew what time they could get a flight, which they managed to get on five hours after that, although it wasn’t direct and took twelve hours to get to England.
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