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| Verity | August 16, 2007, 9:26 am Post #211 |
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The Story Girl
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Kristen- Thanks What a nice way to start my day: with a very nice comment. You rock. I don't know if I'm exactly talented, but I do enjoy writing. I should be really stressed out right now, but the writing helps. It's keeping me very mellow and laid back. It's therapy. Rae- This IS a massive tapestry of lies, and in this chapter it's all about to go down. I think that Cliff's lies will finally catch up to him. It's action packed, well sort of. I'm sorry that this chapter bounces around a little too. I had a BLAST writing it though. Chapter 59- When it all Goes Down “Good morning!” Cliff Burton greeted in a spritly tone as he pushed open the door to Aunt Josephine’s sunny kitchen. Aunt Josephine was sitting at the kitchen island, doing her nails. Cecily sat across from her working on a drawing, but not a Misfits drawing. She was dressed in the jeans and shirt that Aunt Josephine had bought her the day before. Her hair was still wet from her shower. Brunhilda was fixing a pot of oatmeal. All three of them looked up at Cliff shocked. For one thing, it was before three in the afternoon! Cliff never emerged from his room before three. Not only was Cliff awake, but he was showered and dressed. And not only was he dressed, but he was clean shaven and smelled nice, his hair even looked somewhat conditioned. He strolled over to the coffee pot, whistling as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “How’s my favorite cook, aunt, and faux daughter?” he asked. Everyone just stared at him. “What?” Cliff demanded. “It’s a miracle,” Brunhilda said. “This should be in The Metallinews. Cliff is up and about before five o’clock in the afternoon.” “And he washed his hair,” added Josephine. “Did you use one of my conditioning protein packs?” “Yeah,” admitted Cliff. “Philippa is coming over this afternoon. We might use the pool or take the horses for a ride.” “You look very handsome Mr. Cliff,” said Cecily. “Well as long as I have your approval that’s all that matters,” Cliff replied as he gave Cecily a kiss on the head. “Why are you so chipper this morning?” asked Aunt Josephine. “I know that James asked you back into Metallica last night, but this goes beyond just being back in the band.” A devilish grin crept up on Cliff’s face. “You got laid, didn’t you?” Aunt Josephine pressed. Cliff nodded, breaking out into a huge grin. “Hurrah!” Cecily exclaimed. She leapt off of her stool to give Cliff a hug. “Was it wonderful?” she asked. “Absolutely,” Cliff sighed, not minding that Cecily’s wet hair had gotten the legs of his bellbottoms all wet. “And I have you to thank for it.” “See,” Cecily said. “You need me Mr. Cliff. I think that you should keep me around.” “Actually, I do need to talk to you about that,” Cliff said. “You see, Miss Philippa thinks that I’m your dad, and last night I scored with her. I think that we’re going to be seeing a lot of her in the next couple of weeks, so how would you like to extend your stay in San Francisco?” “Oh Mr. Cliff!” Cecily gasped. “It would be the answer to my prayers, literally!” She pinched herself to make sure that it was all true, and not just a dream. “Oh thank you! Thank you so much!” “James and Kirk are over here as well,” Cliff said. “We’ve decided to stay in the U.S. for a couple weeks to get away from Lars since he’s all pissy about me. We can work on solidifying the new riffs for the album, and then go back to Copenhagen later. We don’t need Lars to write songs anyway, he’s practically worthless. He lets out a fart, and he thinks that warrants him a writing credit.” “I’ll get to see Mr. James and Mr. Kirk again!” said an excited Cecily. “Can I watch you write songs?” “Since you’re going to be around for a couple of weeks, I’m going to have to put you into school,” Cliff told her. “I can’t wait!” said Cecily. “For once, I won’t have to be the girl without a father. Maybe I’ll actually make a friend or two.” “Well don’t get too attached,” Cliff said as he lit a cigarette. “Putting you in school does not mean that you’re permanently staying here with me. I just don’t want Claudia thinking that I condone not keeping up with your studies. I expect you to work hard on your schoolwork while you’re here.” “Don’t worry Mr. Cliff,” Cecily returned. “I’ll study really hard. Maybe within a week, I’ll even be reading Lovecraft novels.” Cliff snorted. “I’ll bet,” he scoffed. “If I could, would you keep me?” Cecily asked. “I mean, now that you’re in Metallica, you no longer have to lie to Miss Philippa about it, but you’re still lying about me. If you adopted me, it wouldn’t be a lie anymore.” “Come on Cess,” Cliff said as he picked her up off of her stool. “Let’s go down to the Napa Elementary School and get you enrolled. It’s early enough that you could even start school today.” *** James and Emily had actually ended up staying the night with Kirk at Mrs. Hammett’s house. James had polished off six bottles of raspberry cordial, and was much too sick to be able to drive himself back to the Metallimansion. It was his turn to be the one puking up all over the place. At least he had Mrs. Hammett to help take care of him. “There, there, James,” she said as she gave James a home remedy of mustard water to settle his stomach. “You drink this, and eat some toast. It will help soak up some of the sweetness of the cordial.” James feebly reached out for the glass of mustard water. Very slowly he lifted the glass to his lips. It tasted like strychnine. He spit the sludgy water back into the glass. “Ugh!” he groaned. “I want to die!” “Humph!” Emily snorted. “In my opinion he deserves every bit of it! Guzzling six bottles of raspberry cordial like a gluten! Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to act like a pig when you’re a guest in someone else’s home?” “I don’t have a mother!” James snarled at her. “James’s mother passed away when he was a teenager,” Mrs. Hammett explained. “He’s a poor, motherless, lamb.” She began to soothe his puke encrusted blonde locks away from his face, as James let out another groan. “Oh,” Emily stammered, turning red. “I’m sorry James.” “It’s not your fault,” James muttered. “You didn’t kill her.” “I didn’t know that she was dead,” said Emily. “I’m really sorry.” “Are you sorry enough to show me your boobs?” James asked. “For mercy’s sake James!” Emily exclaimed, though now slightly amused. “Even when you’re as sick as a dog, you’re still thinking with your dick.” “Oh come on Emily,” James begged. “I’m a man!” “No James,” Emily replied. “I’m not letting you see my breasts.” “But I don’t have a mother,” James whined. “Please?” Just then, Kirk poked his curly topped head into the bedroom. “Look who the cat dragged in!” he announced. Cliff with bass in tow, and slightly stoned, staggered into the bedroom. “You motherfucker!” James croaked happily from the bed. “Hey Cliff,” Emily greeted, giving him a nod. “These guys have come halfway around the world just to find you.” “And I’m so grateful,” Cliff replied. “Thanks so much for giving me my job back. I really need the bread.” “You’re like family to us Cliff,” Kirk said as he gave Cliff another hug. “You’re like my brother. You must come out to the kitchen and have some of my Mum’s Charlotte Russe cake. She’s dying to meet you.” “Where’s Cecily?” Emily asked. “I’ve come to take her back to Denmark. That’s the only reason why I’m here.” “Cecily is in school right now,” Cliff answered as he plugged in his amplifier. “She’s going to be staying with me until I go back to Copenhagen to finish up the album.” “Is Claudia okay with this?” asked Emily frowning. Her trip had all been a waste. She had come for Cecily. Kirk could jabber all he wanted about Cliff liking her. When he had left Denmark, he didn’t even say goodbye to her, and now that they had reunited, he had barely even said hello. It was obvious that he didn’t give two hoots in hell about her. “I had Cess call her Mom,” Cliff explained. “Lousy whore never called her back.” “I told you so,” James croaked from the bed. “That slore don’t give a shit about her daughter. Cecily was just an accident. A very bad one.” “Don’t say that James,” said Cliff as he sat down on the side of James’s bed. “If it wasn’t for that accident, I wouldn’t have gotten laid last night.” “You got laid?” James asked. “What the fuck?” “Cecily picked her out for me,” said Cliff. “I never thought that I’d be saying this, but the kid is a chick magnet. This chick thinks that I’m all sensitive and shit just because I have a daughter.” “But Cecily isn’t your daughter,” said James. “She doesn’t know that,” Cliff replied, with a mischievous grin. “Cliff Burton, you’re positively evil!” James laughed. “That’s a badass and brilliant plan! She got to pretend to be Lars’s daughter, now she’s masquerading as yours. When do I get to borrow her and pick up chicks? We could just pass the kid around.” “Really funny James,” Cliff retorted. “You sure taught her well though. Philippa, my new chickie, has really fine titties.” “With a name like Philippa she’s got to be hot,” James mused, and he let out a cat meow. “You’re obviously feeling better James,” Emily said from where she had been standing in the corner, listening to everything. It was a damn good thing that Cliff hadn’t seen her dressed in that silly evening gown. He would have laughed at her. He had never had any feelings for her. He was already banging someone else, and he had been in the U.S for what? Two whole days? Emily was not going to be a puss, and pine away over Cliff. She flung her long, gingery, hair over her shoulder, and cleared her throat. “Can I get you anything from the kitchen James?” she asked. “Bring me my guitar,” James answered, as he cast off the bed covers. “Having Burton back in the band and the thought of glorious tits has made me feel so much better. Way better than that mustard oil shit of Mrs. Hamster’s made me feel. I’m ready to shred some motherfucking metal with my buds! Metallica is back!” “I’ll be right back with it James,” Emily replied, giving James her sweetest and flirtatious smile. She gently rubbed his arm. “After all, you are the master of puppets.” *** Later that same very afternoon, Cecily sat out on the front porch steps of Aunt Josephine’s villa. Her brand new reader from her new school sat opened on her lap. She was going to learn how to read very well, just to impress the hell out of Cliff. If she could read well, and help him get laid, how could he possibly send her back? Brunhilda had brought her a glass of lemonade, and an apple to munch on as an after school snack. Cecily had never had anyone fix her a snack after school before. Cliff had even picked her up from school. She had never been picked up before either. Aunt Josephine had gone off to an Improvement Society meeting, but she had promised that once she returned, she would take Cecily shopping for some school clothes, so she that wouldn’t have to wear the same clothes everyday. Cecily could hardly contain her excitement. But best of all, she had met a very nice girl just her age named Mandie, on the school playground, and Mandie had wanted to be her friend. Her very own friend! Cecily had never had a friend before. Back in Denmark, she had been a fatherless outcast. Even with all of the swearing, beer drinking, and pot smoking that went on inside Aunt Josephine’s villa, she was at least having a more normal childhood, well sort of. Cecily was so engrossed in her reader, that she didn’t notice an older lady just around Aunt Josephine’s age come up the front steps. “Well hello there,” the lady greeted. Cecily looked up from her book. “Hello. How do you do?” she said politely. She assumed the lady must be one of Aunt Josephine’s friends. Mrs. Burton had decided to make a visit to her sister’s vineyard, to find out just what in the hell was going on with her son. Why didn’t he tell her that he was coming back to the States? Why had Lars fired him? And who was this Cecily, that Lars had mentioned? As she rang the doorbell, she studied the girl who sat quietly reading on the porch steps. She knew that her sister often complained about the neighborhood children sometimes hanging around or playing on her vineyard. Even though this girl wasn’t doing any harm, she didn’t live at Aunt Josephine’s, and she really had no business sitting on her porch. “You should go home now Sweetie,” she said she said to the little girl. “But I am at home,” returned Cecily. “I just love reading outside,” she babbled on. “There’s just so much scope for the imagination. Don’t you agree?” Did someone give this child weed? thought Mrs. Burton. Just then, a car pulled up in the driveway. She turned around to see a very beautiful dark haired young lady get out of it, and make her way up to the front porch. “Hello Miss Philippa!” Cecily called. “Hi there Cutie!” Philippa replied. “Did you have a good day in school?” “Oh it was wonderful,” Cecily sighed. “More wonderful than I could ever have imagined. I met a new friend even. Her name is Mandie, and she has beautiful honey blonde hair. Do you think that if I get through this whole entire reader within a week, that God will turn my hair honey blonde?” “I like your hair just the color that it is,” Philippa replied. “Is your Dad around?” “He’s inside,” replied Cecily. Mrs. Burton was very confused. This Philippa girl seemed to know the kid well. It almost seemed as if the kid belonged here. Is your Dad around? No men lived in Aunt Josephine’s villa. Barnabas didn’t have a daughter, did he? “I don’t think that we’ve met,” Mrs. Burton said to Philippa. Philippa smiled at her, and held out her hand. “I’m Philippa Gordon,” she said. “I’m Cliff’s new girlfriend.” “Oh,” Mrs. Burton said surprised. She had thought that Kirk had said that Cliff’s new girl was named Emily. Actually, she was positive that Kirk had said that, because she was supposed to be coming over for dinner at their home later that evening. But then again, it wouldn’t be the first time that Cliff had had more than one girlfriend. He had even juggled as many as six once. She couldn’t help it if her son happened to be charming, and decent in the sack. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Philippa,” Mrs. Burton replied. “I’m Cliff’s mother.” Cecily whirled around, taking in every detail of the beautiful lady known to her as Cliff’s mother. “I’m so glad that I get to meet you,” Philippa said. “I actually just met Cliff yesterday. I think he’s great. He’s such a kind, sweet, caring, person.” “That he is,” Mrs. Burton said proudly. “And I just love how he is with Cecily,” Philippa prattled on. Who the fuck is Cecily? Mrs. Burton thought. Why does everyone keep mentioning her? Don’t tell me that Cliff has gotten into threesomes now. “Yeah,” Mrs. Burton mumbled. Brunhilda finally answered the door. “Come in Mrs. Burton, and Miss Gordon,” she said. “Cliff’s in the living room practicing bass.” She looked over at Cecily. “Cecily dear,” she called. “Why don’t you come inside? You need to get washed up before Aunt Josephine takes you shopping.” “Yes Ma’am,” replied Cecily. She closed her book and stood up. She gave Mrs. Burton an almost giddy smile, and then ran past them, inside the house. "No running in the house Cecily!" Brunhilda bellowed after her. That was Cecily? Mrs. Burton was now thoroughly confused. Something was drastically wrong. “Philippa,” Mrs. Burton said as the two stepped inside the house. “Just who exactly does Cecily belong to?” Philippa started laughing. “Whatever do you mean?” she asked. “Whose girl is she? What’s she doing at my sister’s house?” Mrs. Burton went on. Philippa suddenly went white. She now looked as confused and bewildered as Mrs. Burton did. “Why Mrs. Burton,” she said. “Don’t you even know your own granddaughter?” |
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| Raedoll | August 17, 2007, 12:48 am Post #212 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Cliff's in a lot of fucking trouble. And the Mustard Water is back with a vengance. I'm glad Cecily could make a friend. I just hope that Clif will fess up and say, "I'm fucked, let's get the truth out. I'm an asshole, and here's the entire thing." Blargh. I can't wait for more. |
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| Verity | August 17, 2007, 12:58 am Post #213 |
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The Story Girl
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Chapter 60- Doubts and Dinner Dates James was busy packing up his guitar and amplifier so that he could go back to the Metallimansion. Though he did have to admit that his stay at Mrs. Hamster’s had been rather refreshing and hospitable. She had nursed him when he was sick, and he had been so stuffed with fresh baked goods and raspberry cordial that he felt as if he were about to explode. How on earth did Kirk keep his totally, totally, out-of-this-world, breathtakingly beautiful, and smoking hot bod while eating all of her scrumptious baked goods? “Are you all better James?” Emily asked as she came into the bedroom. She had gone out shopping while James had been rehearsing with Kirk and Cliff earlier. She no longer had to wear that dippy-ass Denver sweatshirt and pants. Instead, she was wearing a light blue sleeveless sheath dress with a string of pearls. James whirled around and let out a whistle at Emily. “I’m feeling much better,” he replied. “Especially after seeing you in that dress. Jesus.” “Thank you Mr. Hetfield,” replied Emily. “I had to find something decent to wear to Cliff’s parents’ house. I can’t believe that Kirk did that. Sometimes that man has the nerve of a canal horse!” “Oh he’s such a fucking meddlesome penny-ass!” James scoffed. “One time, I told him that I’ve always wondered if whether or not having sex with a ninety-year-old woman would cause her to have a heart attack. So the little fucker goes down to this nursing home and brings back this ninety-five-year old lady. I return home to the Metallimansion one night after a Metallica gig, and there’s this old-as-fuck lady sitting in my living room in a wheelchair watching Wheel of Fortune, and Hamster’s sitting on the couch smiling like a jackass. So anyway, I take the old broad into my bedroom and-” “Okay James,” Emily cut in. “I get your point.” “Don’t go,” said James. “You don’t have to show up at dinner.” “But Kirk said they bought a halibut steak just for me,” Emily replied. “Fuck them,” shrugged James. “You don’t care about Cliff. He’s got that new puss with the big tits anyway.” “You’re right,” Emily sighed as she sat down on the bed. “I don’t care about Cliff. I guess I could just bail out, unless-” “Unless what?” demanded James. “You go with me,” said Emily with a flirtatious smile. “Cliff’s parents have already met me,” said James. “I don’t think that they’re too fond of me though. You see, I took this giant dump at their house one time, actually twice, and I kind of plugged up their toilet.” “That’s real impressive James,” Emily sarcastically shot. “It would be really awkward if I went alone, especially since Cliff is seeing someone else.” “Oh, they’re used to him having more than one chick at a time,” said James. “I remember once Cliff even had made his mother flash cards to help her remember the names of his different leading ladies.” “I don’t understand how Cliff can be such a pig all of the time, and then turn around and be such a darling to Cecily,” Emily muttered. “I don’t quite understand it either,” said James. “Maybe it’s because she kicked Lars’s ass. Who knows?” James stared at Emily. She really did look very sexy in that dress. She had her hair fixed all nice. She wore it down, but with the sides pulled back away from her face with a barrette. There was this smooth, sultry, sexiness to her. He had noticed that she actually seemed to be acting quite a bit warmer towards him as well. “If you really want me to go with you tonight I will,” said James. “Yes,” Emily nodded. “I would like that.” “Okay,” James nodded. “Sweet. I get another free meal. I’m down with that.” He closed up his guitar case. “We actually have a few hours before we have to head over there,” he said. “How about I take you to the Metallimansion? We can have before dinner cocktails, I can give you the grand tour of my pad, and then we can head over to Cliff’s.” “Sounds like a date,” replied Emily. “A date huh?” James returned, a devilish glimmer in his eye. He linked his arm with hers as he led her out to the car. “I’m the lucky fucker,” he thought. “Emily is so hot. Cliff just doesn’t know what he’s missing. *** Mrs. Burton just had to speak to Josephine. If anyone knew just what was going on it would be her. After all, it was pretty obvious that Cliff would rather confide in his aunt about his troubles and woes than his own mother, and she felt a twinge of jealousy. “Excuse me,” she said to Philippa. She pushed passed her, and went on inside the house to look for Josephine. That was so strange, Philippa said to herself as she made her way into the parlor. What’s going on? That woman acted like she never even laid on eyes on Cecily before. Cliff strolled into the parlor. His face lit up at the sight of Philippa. She was wearing a sunny yellow sundress that showcased her God given assets rather nicely. Damn, it was almost a crime to go around looking so hot. He just couldn’t wait to show her off in front of James, and Kirk, and even dickhole Lars. They’d be pea green with envy. “Hey baby doll,” he greeted. He marched right up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, hoping that she’d notice that he had conditioned his hair, and smelled nice. He went to plant a kiss on her lips, but Philippa turned away. “Not now Cliff,” she murmured. “Philippa what the fuck?” Cliff asked. “I met your mother today,” Philippa said evenly. “My mother?” Cliff repeated, the color immediately draining from his face. This couldn’t be good. What the fuck was his mother doing lurking around? Couldn’t she mind her own damn fucking business? “We had a rather interesting conversation,” Philippa reported, as she moved away from Cliff. “She’s a crazy woman,” Cliff returned. “She’s like going loony. She has like this disease kind of like amnesia, and she forgets stuff.” “Like her own granddaughter?” Philippa shot. “Yeah,” Cliff nodded. There was a very frosty silence between them as the words hung in the air. Cliff’s heart was pounding. This was really turning into quite the grand mess. Mrs. Burton after hearing that Josephine was out at a meeting, was about to walk back into the parlor. As soon as she caught sight of Cliff and Philippa she stopped, choosing to eavesdrop by the door instead. “What’s going on Cliff?” Philippa demanded. “Is there something that you’re not telling me?” “Of course not!” Cliff retorted. Cecily came running down the stairs and into the parlor right at that very moment. She went sliding in her socked feet across the wood floor. “Hello Miss Philippa! Hello Daddy!” she greeted, as she slid right into Cliff. “You crazy girl!” Cliff scolded. “Did someone give you a shot of Jagermeister or something?” “No,” answered Cecily. “Though I’d love to try it sometime. Guess what Daddy!” “What Cecily?” Cliff asked uneasily as he glanced at Philippa out of the corner of his eye. She was sizing them both up, looking from Cliff to Cecily. Cliff knew that she was trying to tell if they were related. She was obviously having doubts. “I spent the entire afternoon after school studying my reading,” Cecily replied. “Aw Cess,” Cliff moaned, as he petted her head. “You’re such a good daughter. I love you so much.” Philippa didn’t know quite how to call it. They seemed like father and daughter. They were so loving towards each other, and they looked like they could pass for father and daughter. Yeah, Cliff was tall, and Cecily was small for her age, but she could have had a small mother. They both had very long brownish hair. Philippa had no idea what to think. “I just want to make you proud Daddy,” said Cecily. “Cess, you already do that just by being yourself,” Cliff told her. So it is true, thought Mrs. Burton from where she was eavesdropping. He’s banged so many groupies that it was bound to happen at some point. I guess the big condom speech went right over his head, just like everything else that I’ve tried to tell him. This certainly explains everything. Lars must have gotten upset and fired Cliff over it, and for some reason, Cliff didn’t know how to tell me about Cecily so he fled to Josephine’s. Cliff gave Cecily a hug. As he did so he whispered into her ear “I’m going to try and get laid again. Okay?” Cecily nodded, taking that as her cue to leave the room. “Goodbye Miss Philippa,” she said, as she gave her a wave. She turned to Cliff. “Bye Dad.” Cecily ran out of the parlor like a bolt of lighting. As soon as she hit the next room she ran smack right into Mrs. Burton. “I’m so sorry Ma’am,” Cecily mumbled, embarrassed. She didn’t want Cliff’s mother to hate her, then she certainly wouldn’t be staying in San Francisco. “Don’t be sorry,” Mrs. Burton replied. She held Cecily away at arm’s length, taking in each and every detail of the little girl. By now, Cecily was used to people sizing up her features. “You have my nose,” said Mrs. Burton. “And you have Cliff’s smile.” “I thought that I had Mr. Lars’s nose,” said Cecily. At the mention of Lars, Mrs. Burton frowned. “For pity’s sake child!” she exclaimed. “Of course you don’t have Lars’s nose.” Tears were starting to form in Mrs. Burton’s eyes. She dabbed them away with the cuff of her sleeve. She hates me, Cecily thought. She’s crying because she doesn’t want me to stay in San Francisco either. “Why are you crying?’ Cecily asked. “Did I do something wrong?” “Oh no darling,” Mrs. Burton sniffled, as she knelt down to be closer to Cecily. “I’m crying because it’s so nice to finally get to meet my beautiful granddaughter.” She scooped Cecily up into her arms, and hugged her very close. “Welcome to the family,” she said. Cecily knew that she just had to fess up. She wasn’t this lady’s granddaughter. But it felt so good even if it was only for one moment to have a grandmother. Cecily had never had any grandparents before. Claudia had always told her that her parents had thrown her out once she had gotten pregnant, another thing that she had always blamed and resented Cecily for. Cecily knew that it was wrong not to set the poor lady straight, but it felt so nice to be hugged, and welcomed into a family. Maybe she could just kind of go along without exactly saying that she really wasn’t anybody’s granddaughter. “Can I make you some tea?” Cecily asked, trying to change the subject. “Oh Cecily,” Mrs. Burton said, still admiring the little girl through tears. “I should be the one making you a cup of tea.” “We could make cups of tea for each other?” suggested Cecily. “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea,” said Mrs. Burton. “We can have tea out on the veranda.” She stood up, and took Cecily by the hand. “I just want to know everything about my new granddaughter.” Oh no, thought Cecily as she followed her to the kitchen. Once she finds out that I’m just some random kid, and not really her granddaughter, she’ll hate me forever, and she’ll unwelcome me into the family… |
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| Raluque | August 17, 2007, 1:50 am Post #214 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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oohhhhhhhhhh this is sooooooooooo good!!! i can't believe i'll be away the entire next week and i'll miss updates... i'm sorry though, that the cecily burton thing is kinda getting out of hand... hmmmm.. emily and james? i knew it! i think they teased the hell out of each other because they like each other. (you should tell me if i'm rambling )anyway, good update. |
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| MissMetallica;; | August 17, 2007, 1:52 am Post #215 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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oh shit. its like a giant balloon fullof lies thats just getting bigger and bigger. just waiting for it to pop! and im VERY surprised that mrs. burton and philippa didnt find out this chapter. they are BLIND. ![]() sooo emily and james, thats cute. but i hope she isn't using him to make cliff jealous. cause that would be bad.cant wait for more! |
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| Verity | August 17, 2007, 10:26 am Post #216 |
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The Story Girl
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Kristen- You're right. It's certainly one big tangled web of lies. I can honestly I'm not quite sure how it go so tangled. I promise, things will come out in the next chapter. They have to, even I can't drag them on anymore. Raluque- You're not rambling at all. I'm glad that you are enjoying it, but you're right. Cecily Burton has gotten out of hand and I promise to put it to rest next chapter. I'm sorry if I dragged this on too long. There were at least 3 other places where I could have easily have ended the story, and originally was planning to. Writing is my therapy though. I have to write at least 45 minutes a day. It's the only thing that gets my mind off of work, and I have trouble sitting still. Wiritng though, I'm using my hands, and I like that. I used to try and knit but I was sucky at it, and it bothered my hands and fingers. Typing doesn't seem to, but I do have an ergonomic key pad. Anyway, instead of starting another fic I ran with this one. I think because I liked writing Cecily so much. She's like a friend now to me. Plus, I dont have a grandma either, so I could very much identify with her in this chapter. If y'all are sick of it, I can certainly wrap it up really soon though. I guess I did make the last couple of chapters very dramatic, almost soap operish And James/Emily- I'm still debating those two. Not quite sure how they're going to end up. okay I'll stop rambling now. I never ramble when I talk, just when I'm typing. |
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| Verity | August 17, 2007, 4:11 pm Post #217 |
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The Story Girl
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I hope you girls like this chapter. I think it has a wee bit of drama in it for ye. and I am off to a wedding now. Chapter 61- The Death of Cecily Burton “We’ve been having such lovely weather lately. Haven’t we?” Cliff observed as he turned his back to Philippa and looked out the parlor window. “Cliff, there’s something going on, and I demand to know what!” Philippa said. “I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck yesterday.” “The what?” Cliff asked. “Never mind,” Philippa sighed. “Just please, cut the bullshit. Someone isn’t adding up here. Either Cecily isn’t your daughter, or that lady who came around today isn’t your mother.” “Jesus Philippa,” Cliff muttered under his breath. “I didn’t know that you were such a nag. How come all of the women with the nice tits have to be the bitchiest?” “What was that?” Philippa demanded. Cliff turned and made his way towards the back of the house. As soon as he hit the kitchen, his heart sank. Through the glass French doors he could see his mother and Cecily having tea on the veranda, and it was not the sight that he had wanted to see. Cecily Burton had turned into a far bigger mess than Cecily Ulrich. What made it even worse was the fact that Cecily seemed to enjoy being Cecily Burton. Well, Cecily Burton had to be put to death very soon. Cliff took a deep breath, and entered the veranda, Philippa was right behind him. “Hi Cess. Hi Mom,” he greeted. Since it had been three months since he had seen her, he was half expecting her to jump up and throw her arms around him. Instead, Mrs. Burton barely acknowledged her son. “Hello Clifford,” she said coldly. “I see that you two have uh, uh, met,” Cliff returned, gesturing towards Cecily. “Yeah, finally,” his mother replied. “Met?” Philippa repeated. “Is Cecily like new to this family or something?” “She’s new to me,” Mrs. Burton replied. She turned to Cliff. “Just when in the hell were you planning on telling me that I’m a grandmother?” “You’re not a grandmother,” Cliff shot. “He’s right,” piped up Cecily, as she stared glumly at her teacup. “You’re not my grandmother. I should have said something to you earlier, but I’ve never had a grandmother before, and it felt so nice when you hugged me.” Philippa and Mrs. Burton looked from Cliff to Cecily. Philippa looked shocked, and Mrs. Burton had a look of relief on her face. “Clifford,” Mrs. Burton said clearing her throat. “I demand that you tell me everything that has been going on here. If you don’t, I will take the collection of fine pot that you have stuffed in your sock drawer that you think that I don’t know about, and I’ll put it in the collection plate at church on Sunday, and I’ll tell the pastor that you did it.” “Oh fuck,” Cliff growled, already trying to think of a safer hiding place to stash his pot. He gave Philippa’s tits one good last look. He probably wouldn’t be seeing them anymore. “Cecily isn’t my daughter,” he said. “I played her off as mine to um, um, I’m not sure how to phrase this delicately,” he mumbled. “To get Miss Philippa into the sack with you,” said Cecily. “Yeah Cess. Thanks,” Cliff sighed. “Are you that lame and pathetic?” Philippa screeched. “Putting an innocent child up to doing your dirty work!” “Mr. Cliff was suffering from the Great Depression,” said Cecily. “It had been three weeks,” said Cliff. “You disgust me!” Philippa cried. She turned to Mrs. Burton. “I’m sorry, but you’re son is a deceitful, appalling, toad!” “That he is,” Mrs. Burton said softly, looking at Cecily. “I can’t believe that I wasted two days out of my life with you!” Philippa yelled. She threw herself down into a chair, and glared at Cecily. “Just where the hell are your parents anyway?” “I want to know that too,” said Mrs. Burton. “Where did this child come from? Surely, she’s not some random orphan kid off of the street.” “Actually, she kind of is,” said Cliff. “Her Mom’s a whore.” “Clifford! That’s not a very nice thing to say,” his mother scolded. “It’s true!” Cecily wailed. “My mother hates me. Even when I was deathly ill with the fever, she didn’t even stay in to take care of me. She went out with Mr. James. And Cliff stayed by my bedside the entire night.” “I did,” Cliff nodded. “And who’s your real Father?” Philippa demanded. Cecily looked down again into her tea cup. “I don’t know,” she said softly, and very unhappily. “We thought it was Mr. Lars, but then a test said that it wasn’t. My mother doesn’t even know. I guess that I don’t have one.” Cecily burst into tears. “You have me Cess,” Cliff said. He went over and took the crying girl into his arms. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t get you Miss Philippa,” Cecily lamented to Cliff. “You got me to score once with her,” Cliff told her, as he smoothed the girl’s hair. “Please stop crying Cecily. It’s alright.” “I’ve failed you,” Cecily cried, her tears coming faster. “No Cess,” Cliff sighed. “I failed myself.” “Since you don’t need me to pretend that I’m your daughter anymore, does this mean that I have to go back to Denmark?” Cecily asked. “Yes Cecily,” Cliff nodded. “I’ll send you back tomorrow.” This made Cecily blubber up even more. “But you told me this morning that I could stay for another two weeks!” she argued. “Yeah Cliff,” shot Philippa. “Maybe you could send her out to find and con more chicks for you.” “Shut the fuck up Philippa!” Cliff snapped. “Clifford, watch your mouth!” His mother demanded. “Are you going to wash his mouth out with soap too?” Cecily asked her. Mrs. Burton raised her eyebrows and looked at Cliff. “You washed this kid’s mouth out with soap once?” “I did,” Cliff admitted. “She’s been hanging around me a lot, and I guess she picked up some of my colorful vocabulary words.” “Cliff is my best friend,” said Cecily. “Even if he did wash out my mouth with soap, and he smacked me once too.” “You were being a brat Cess!” Cliff defended. “He also tells me Misfits stories, brushes my hair, gives me bass lessons, helps me say my prayers, and he bought me a beautiful purple dress,” Cecily rambled on. “I wrote my Father of the Year essay on him, well Mr. Kirk helped me write it.” “Her essay won,” Cliff added. “Hamster writes good essays.” “But it only won because you’ve been such a great father to me,” replied Cecily. “You’re the only thing that I’ve had that’s even close to a father.” She sniffed through tears. “I know kid,” Cliff said, as he tried to wipe some of her tears away. Mrs. Burton and Philippa were completely silent, none quite sure of what to say. “Please don’t send me back Cliff,” Cecily begged. “You put me in school here even.” “I can take you out just as easily as I put you in,” Cliff replied. “But I have a friend now,” wailed Cecily. “Her name is Mandie. I don’t have any friends back in Denmark.” “I warned you not to get too attached,” Cliff said, pulling the crying girl away from him. She was ruining his denim jacket. It was nearly soaked. “But in Denmark, I’m nothing but a fatherless freak!” Cecily whined. “Don’t do this to me Cecily,” Cliff snapped. “I can’t keep you. Your mother is in Denmark, and I have no use for you.” “No use for me!” Cecily shrieked. “You only like me when I can be of use to you? Fuck that! I loved you just because you were Mr. Cliff, and my best friend! I don’t like it that you’re drunk and stoned most of the time! Sometimes when you’re stoned, the stuff that you say scares me, and you always smell like cigarettes! But still, I wanted to be with you because I loved you! I even thought of you as my dad!” Cecily pushed away from him, and ran back into the house. “Don’t go Cecily!” Mrs. Burton called after her, Cecily ignored her. She ran all the way upstairs to her bedroom. Never, had Cecily felt so, so, so, ashamed and stupid. She was stupid, very stupid. Cliff had used her before to play his prank on Lars, and now he had used her again just to score chicks. He didn’t love her. The confused little girl had no idea idea how he could make her feel so safe and loved one minute, but then totally crush her the next. Drops of rain started to beat down on the veranda. Within seconds, it was pouring rain. “I guess we better go inside,” Cliff said glumly. “I’ve never met such a fucked up and damaged person in my entire life,” Philippa scoffed, as Cliff held the door open for the two ladies as they on traipsed inside. “Well,” Mrs. Burton sighed. “I guess this certainly explains why it’s been taking forever for you guys to finish that album that you’ve been working on. You’ve been too busy trying to emotionally traumatize little girls, and play schoolboy pranks on Lars.” “Mom,” Cliff said. “I know that it started out as a prank and all, but I really do care about Cecily. I love her as if she were my own.” “You sure have a weird way of showing it!” his mother snapped. “Telling her that you have no use for her! I think that you need her more than she needs you.” “What!” Cliff squawked. “Cecily’s a mere child.” “And you’re acting like one too Cliff,” Mrs. Burton shot. “Actually, I think that Cecily is too good for you. She deserves better.” “Fuck you! Don’t give me that!” Cliff snarled. “I’ve always been good to her. You don’t know jack fuck about me!” “Don’t talk to me in that tone!” Mrs. Burton cried and she reached up and smacked her son right across the face. She had never smacked any of her children before, and she certainly had never smacked another adult before. Cliff was stunned. He had never been smacked across the face not even after he had chased his sister around the house with a knife. Now Cliff knew how Cecily had felt. It hurt way more than he had expected it to. His whole cheek started to burn up. It was bad enough being an adult and having your mom just smack the living shit out of you. What made it even worse, was having Philippa watching, and looking very amused. Cliff burst into tears, and he too went running upstairs to his bedroom. “Well,” Mrs. Burton sighed, shaking her head. “That certainly was an eventful afternoon. I never did finish my tea.” She turned to Philippa. “Care for a cup?” |
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| Raedoll | August 17, 2007, 10:40 pm Post #218 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Oh my god. Cliff is such a baby, and I expected Phillipa to freak out more. Mrs. Burton too. But Poor Cecily...she just wanted a father, and Cliff turned into one whether he realized it or not. There was humor throughout this chapter but it was serious too, I really like the way you wrote it. I wish Cliff had chosen his words more carefuly, and that Cecily could stay with Cliff for a lot longer. They'd be so great for eachother, Cliff would straighten up a bit more and maybe girls would like him to see that he's responsible. Cecily would have someone to look up to and to take care of her and teach her how to take care of herself. Blarh, will Cliff ever grow up and come out of his room? |
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| MissMetallica;; | August 18, 2007, 4:49 am Post #219 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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i know exactly what you mean about writing being your therapy. its good to have something to go to when you just need to get away. the drama was great, and im glad things got out in the open, but hopefully cliff will apologize to cess, that was WAY OUT OF LINE CLIFF. telling the poor girl that she was no use to you. silly cliff. SILLY. now, im sure i can speak for all of the girls here that are reading this and tell you that we are CERTAINLY not sick of this story. you can make it as long as you'd like ashley, we will read it if you want to end it. you can end it, but if you want to keep going, keep going. because im surely digging this story and would hate to see it end soon
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| Verity | August 18, 2007, 10:53 am Post #220 |
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The Story Girl
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Chapter 62- More Dinner Guests Cliff had been crying into his pillow for the past two hours, and it was now eight o’clock in the evening. He had lost nearly everything. He had lost Philippa and her heavenly tits, his mother thought that he was a loser, but most of all, Cecily hated him. He had hurt her feelings when he had told her that he had no use for her. Why the fuck did he say such a stupid thing? The very thought of him hurting her in such a way, made him hate himself even more. The only glimmer of light was that he was back in Metallica at least. He had to go talk to Cecily. He had to explain to her that he didn’t mean those things that he had said. Cliff sat up and wiped his eyes. He sprang up from the bed and crept out of his room. In the hallway he could still hear Philippa’s voice downstairs. What the fuck was she still doing here? Probably having a field day listening to his mother and Aunt Josephine (who had now returned from her meeting) tell unflattering stories about him. He could hear the three of them cackling like hens in the parlor. He was sure that Aunt Josephine had told them everything about Operation Cecily Ulrich, Cecily sneaking onto the plane, the stupid purple dress, and God knows what all else. Cliff hovered outside of Cecily’s door. He could hear her still weeping into her pillow. He felt just awful. Damn it, he thought. I made the little fucker cry. Now I’ve ruined everything. Cliff gently knocked on Cecily’s door. “Cess,” he called. “Can I come in?” “No! Go away!” Cecily snarled through tears. “I hate you!” I’ve heard that before, Cliff muttered to himself, as he shuffled off back to his own room. Once in his room, he made his way over to the mirror. His eyes and nose were red from crying, and he still had a spot on his cheek from where his mother had slugged him. Damn, that had hurt! Sitting on his dresser was the address book that had the phone number for The Hotel Iroquois in it. He brought the book back over to the bed, and took the phone that was on his nightstand. He hoped that Aunt Josephine wouldn’t mind him making one more long distance international call to Denmark. *** It was five in the morning in Denmark, but Claudia was not sleeping. She was doing her favorite hobby. She was naked, hot, horny, and on top of Yann, when the phone rang. “Goddamn it!” she moaned. She was very near climaxing. “Let it ring Yann!” “But it could be Publisher’s Clearing House telling me that I’ve just won a million dollars,” protested Yann. He shimmied off of Claudia. “Yann!” Claudia screeched. A naked Yann stumbled in the dark over to the phone. “Hello?” he said. A man’s voice? Cliff thought. What a fucking slut. Her daughter is halfway around the world, and she’s off banging some dude. “Is Claudia around?” Cliff asked. “She is,” Yann replied. “Can I speak with her?” Cliff asked. Yann covered the receiver with his hand, and turned to Claudia. “Hey Pooh Bear!” he called. “Don’t call me Pooh Bear!” a frustrated Claudia snarled. “Some guy wants to talk to you,” said Yann. “Who is it?” she asked. “I don’t know,” Yann replied. “Ask Yann!” demanded Claudia. “They’re a lot of guys who call wanting to speak with me.” “He says his name is Cliff,” Yann reported. Claudia rolled her eyes, and made a face. “Give me the phone,” she growled. “What the fuck does he want?” Claudia took the phone. “Hello,” she said shortly. “Hi Claudia,” Cliff said, “Um, I don’t know if you know this or not, but your daughter followed me to San Francisco.” “Yeah, I know,” said Claudia. “Is she behaving herself?” “Of course she is,” Cliff said. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m putting her on the seven o’clock flight to Copenhagen tomorrow evening.” “Tomorrow?” Claudia repeated. She had made plans to go away for the entire week with one of the rich hotel guests. He had rented a chalet at some fancy resort somewhere. She certainly wasn’t expecting to have Cecily back, crimping her plans. “That’s not going to work for me Cliff,” she said. “I have plans to go out of town with one of my boyfriends.” “What!” Cliff exclaimed. “Don’t you want your daughter back? Don’t you miss her?” “Of course I do,” said Claudia. “But I’ve been really looking forward to going out of town, and the plans have already been made. I even got let off of work so that I could go. Plus, it’s not fair to bail out on my boyfriend.” “So you’re going to bail out on your daughter instead?” Cliff asked. “I’m sure that she isn’t suffering in San Francisco,” Claudia replied snippily. “No she’s not,” Cliff retorted. “She actually has people that pay attention to her.” “If you must send her back tomorrow, maybe I can find someone from the hotel to pick her up at the airport, and drop her off at my room,” Claudia sighed. “I won’t be back for a week though. Cecily will have to fend for herself. I can have the Concierge come check on her.” Cliff couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t let Cecily stay all alone by herself for a week, with no one but that asshole prick Concierge dude to look after her. “Don’t you love your daughter Claudia?” he asked. “I love her, she’s a sweet girl,” said Claudia. “But I’ve got to have a life. I didn’t ask to have a child so young. Can’t she stay with you in San Francisco for an extra week?” “Fuck that!” Cliff snarled. “You don’t even deserve to have her at all.” “If you’re so damn perfect, why don’t you keep her then?” Claudia retorted. “Maybe I will!” Cliff snarled, and he slammed down the phone. “I could surely do a better job of bringing up Cecily than that disgusting piece of shit.” Cliff was jarred out of his thoughts by the sound of a car door slamming from outside. He got up and went over to his window. His Dad’s car was parked in the driveway, and his father with Kirk, James and Emily were getting out. What the fuck were Kirk, James, and Emily doing here? Were they here to laugh at him too? “Holy fuck!” James announced as he stared up at the house. “This place is fucking better than Hugh Hefner’s Playboy Mansion! Think of all the really kick ass Metallica parties we could have thrown at this pad. I can’t believe that he never brought any of us here.” “That’s why it’s still standing,” Mr. Burton replied. Cliff watched as silly Kirk began doing cartwheels in the front yard. “Look at me! Look at me!” he shouted. “You’ll break your neck Kirk,” said Emily, as she shook her head. Cliff had to admire Emily. She looked absolutely beautiful in the dress that she was wearing. He couldn’t help but smile, but then something happened that made him wipe that smile right off his face. James linked his arm in Emily’s. What the fuck? James leaned over, and gave Emily a quick kiss, which she returned. She seemed to be enjoying James’s affections. “Does Het have to have his dick stuck in everything?’ Cliff said annoyed, as he watched the quartet make their way inside the house. He didn’t know why, but he felt very upset about this. He shouldn’t. Emily was never his girlfriend or anything. She wouldn’t want him anyway after the stunt he had just pulled with Cecily. She was pissed off over the Cecily Ulrich thing. Lord only knew what she’d think of Cecily Burton. *** “Jiminy!” Kirk gasped from downstairs. “This house is like a wonderland.” “It’s not the house that kicks ass,” James hissed at Kirk. “It’s that!” he pointed over towards where Philippa was sitting, much enjoying her tea, and finding out everything about Operation Cecily Ulrich. Even Kirk’s mouth dropped open at the sight of Philippa. Not only did she have on this short, little, cleavage baring dress, but she was sitting with her legs crossed. This made her skirt even shorter, very short, and she didn’t even seem to realize it. “Come to James,” James mumbled. “What on earth is everybody doing here?” Aunt Josephine asked as Brunhilda led the guests into the parlor. “Oh darn! I totally forgot!” Mrs. Burton gasped. “Cliff’s girlfriend was supposed to be coming over to our house for dinner tonight!” “I was?” Philippa croaked. “Not that I remember.” Mrs. Burton turned red. Usually, she was very good at stringing along Cliff’s various multiple flings. She had never slipped up before, though it really didn’t matter. Philippa was a lost cause anyway. “You’re Philippa?” James gasped. “Yes,” Philippa answered. “Is there anything wrong?” “Oh, God no,” James breathed. James turned to Kirk. “Dude! Burton wasn’t kidding when he said that Cecily knows how to pick them. I want to borrow her next. She can be Cecily Hetfield.” “I want my turn too!” said Kirk. “Operation Cecily Hammett.” “Oh fuck off Hamster!” James snarled. “She wouldn’t want to be your daughter. You’d make her do pussy shit, like play with dolls.” “Well she is a five-year-old girl James,” returned Kirk. “They play with dolls.” “I’m going to play with a doll,” James hissed, with a devilish glance at Philippa. “Actually, Miss Emily here showed up with Young Master James,” said Mr. Burton. “I guess he was hungry too. Weren’t you James?” James was jolted out of his la la land of red hot electric sex. “Oh yes Mr. Burton,” he replied. “Very hungry,” he said looking at Philippa. He smacked his lips. Philippa caught that, and immediately looked away, blushing. Mr. Burton turned to his wife. “We waited and waited and waited for you, even had cocktails, but you never came home. We figured that you’d be over here though.” “That’s because I’ve been attending to the three ring circus for the entire afternoon,” Mrs. Burton snapped. “You have no idea what our son has been up to. I think he needs the asylum or something.” “Master James and Emily told me everything about Operation Cecily Ulrich,” said Mr. Burton. “I thought that it was quite funny.” He started laughing again. “It’s not funny!” Mrs. Burton and Aunt Josephine gasped in unison. “A little girl has severely been hurt over this,” Aunt Josephine added. “I know,” Mr. Burton said laughing. “But I would have paid good money to see Cliff in some dress shop buying a fucking purple dress.” He doubled over into laughter. “Me too,” piped up James as he helped himself to Aunt Josephine’s wet bar without asking. She had actual imported German beer! No fucking way! “He fucking doted on that kid," James prattled on. "Cecily played Cliff like a fiddle. You should have seen those two noodle heads at the Father of the Year Gala. They were dancing.” "Cliff dancing?" Mr. Burton asked, now laughing so hard he had tears. "If you wanted to call it that," James replied. "Something sort of like dancing." The comment brought even more laughter from James and Mr. Burton. “Speaking of Cliff, where is he?” Kirk asked. “Up crying in his room,” Mrs. Burton replied. “I smacked the shit out of him, and he ran upstairs crying.” “I would have give my life savings to have seen that,” laughed James. “James,” said Emily, who had been very quiet since arriving at Aunt Josephine’s. “You don’t have any life savings.” James just gave her an impish smile. His heaven would be to have Emily and Philippa both in the sack with him at once. Man, that would be hot. “May I go see him?” Kirk asked. “I guess so,” replied Aunt Josephine. “Can I bring him some food?” Kirk asked. “No,” Mrs. Burton snapped. “I’m not going to allow him to stay up in his room forever. At some point, he’ll get hungry, and he’ll have to come downstairs.” “Fuck that,” sniffed James. “If he doesn’t have his cigarettes on him, he’ll be sure to come downstairs! Anyway, I’m starved. What’s for dinner?” |
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| Raedoll | August 18, 2007, 1:15 pm Post #221 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Cliff's trying to make things up, at least to Cecily. I liked the story swap between Josephine, Jan, and Phillipa. I could imagine how Emberrassed Cliff would be that Phillipa knew he didn't walk until he was nearly twenty three months old. Bwaha. James is such a jerk, and Cliff made a good point. I like the drama. Drama's usually fun, especially when you're on the outside looking in. That's mean that the guys wanted to pass Cecily around, and Mrs. Burton makes a point. Cliff wants to eat, he's got to come out of his room. Hmph. I can't wait to see what happens next. |
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| MissMetallica;; | August 18, 2007, 8:55 pm Post #222 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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deary me, that claudia. she's too wound up in her love life that she doesnt care about cecily. cliff would definately be able to give her a good home there in san fransisco. its cute that cliff is trying to make things right again. and im pretty sure that cecily doesnt hate him, she's just upset over what he said to her. great! can't wait for more |
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| Verity | August 19, 2007, 12:21 am Post #223 |
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The Story Girl
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Thank you for sticking with me! I have you gals to thank for my sanity because you have let me keep writing this long winded tale. I really dig this writing therapy, and this is the proof. Cliff's a little pathetic in this chapter. Sorry bout that. I hope it's alright. Chapter 63- Kirk Tries to Help “Cliff,” Kirk said gently as he knocked on the door. “It’s me Kirk. Can I come in? “Do you have any weed or cigarettes?” Cliff asked. “No,” Kirk whined. “Then you can’t!” Cliff snarled through the door. “But I’m worried about you Cliff,” Kirk moaned. “Your mum said that she hit you, and that you’ve been locked in your room all day.” “God!” Cliff groaned. “She fucking told you about that!” “She told James and Emily too,” said Kirk. “James and your Dad were laughing.” “Fuck them. I hate them both,” Cliff snarled. “Did Emily laugh?” “I don’t think so,” replied Kirk. “Does she miss me?” Cliff asked. “No,” Kirk said. “Actually, I think she’s kind of having a little thing for James. It’s totally new though. As of last night, I told your mother that she was your new girlfriend.” “You what!” Cliff screeched. “They had invited her over to dinner and everything,” said Kirk. “I don’t think Philippa is too happy about that.” “My life’s a fucking mess,” Cliff snarfed bitterly. “Do you think that you could send her up here to me?” “Perhaps,” Kirk answered. “Please, can I come in?” “No! Just get the fuck away from me!” Cliff snapped. “You’ve made enough trouble for me by opening your big mouth. Everybody in this entire fucking house hates me!” “I don’t hate you Cliff,” Kirk said. “You’re my friend, and we’ll be the best of friends forever. You’re my bosom buddy, my kindred spirit.” Kirk remembered that he had his lucky flask tucked away in his pocket. He brought it out. “I have a flask of Irish whiskey with me,” he offered. “It’s the good stuff, straight from Ireland. I bought it when we were overseas. We can make a toast, to kindred spirits.” To Kirk’s delight, the door opened, but only for a split second. Cliff ripped the flask out of Kirk’s hands, took it, and slammed the door right in Kirk’s face. Kirk was left standing, staring at the door, flaskless and astonished. “I take that back!” Kirk yelled at the door. “I hate you too!” *** Kirk made his way down the stairs. Everybody (except Cliff and Cecily) had gathered around the dining room for dinner at Aunt Josephine’s. It looked like James, Emily, Cliff’s parents, and even Philippa, were going to be staying for dinner. “So how’s Cliffy?” James asked as he eagerly grabbed the vodka martini that Mr. Burton had made for him. “He won’t talk to me,” Kirk retorted. “If you ask me, I think that he’s being nothing but a stubborn old cuss.” “That sounds like Cliff,” Mr. Burton mumbled. “Kirk, what kind of vodka do you prefer in your martini?” He was far more concerned with making vodka martinis than with the great Cliff and Cecily fiasco. “Grey Goose please,” Kirk replied. He always did enjoy the finer things in life. “Hammett’s the expensive one in the band,” James laughed. “Should we make a martini for Cliff too?” “No,” Mrs. Burton grumbled. “He can just stay up in his room and starve for all I care. I’m disgusted with him.” “The one who I feel sorry for is Cecily,” said Aunt Josephine. “That poor little girl has been upstairs crying all evening as well.” “That’s what she gets for following Cliff home on a plane from Denmark like a stray dog,” Mr. Burton quipped as he put Kirk’s drink in the cocktail shaker. “She’s not a stray dog!” exclaimed Emily. “All that little girl wants is for someone to love her. Isn’t that what everyone wants?” “For a moment, I thought that she was my granddaughter,” said Mrs. Burton. “I have to admit that I liked her instantly. She was so sweet. I had even welcomed her into the family.” “You didn’t!” Mr. Burton exclaimed, looking appalled. “I guess that we’ll have to unwelcome her then.” “We won’t do no such thing!” Mrs. Burton retorted. “She doesn’t have anyone else. She doesn’t have a father, or a grandmother.” “She doesn’t have a mother either,” put in Emily. “Her mother is worthless.” “Except for in the sack,” James corrected. “She’s a rock star in the bedroom.” “Yes James,” Emily replied. “I am well aware that Claudia is God’s gift to all creation in the sack.” “And so am I,” James said, giving her a wink as he made an obscene gesture towards his ball sack. “Oh by the way Emily,” Kirk said as he made Cliff’s dad overload his martini with olives. “Cliff asked to see you. Maybe he’ll talk to you.” “What does he want to see her for?” Philippa snapped. “Because she has a nice ass,” James answered eloquently. “Get a little puss on the side.’ Philippa groaned. She had had enough of Cliff and his pathetic schemes in order to get in her pants. But still, why would he request to see Emily? What was so wonderful about her? What did she have that she didn’t? “Try and talk some sense into him,” said Aunt Josephine, as Emily got up from the table. “Ask him what kind of martini he wants!” Mr. Burton croaked. “Cliff doesn’t get anything to drink!” Mrs. Burton bellowed after her. “Not even water!” With Emily being gone, James decided to plop down in the chair that was right next to Philippa. He put his elbow on the table, and propped his chin in his hand, so that he could stare at her glorious view. “So,” he said as he admired her. “Tell me about yourself.” *** Emily took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Am I allowed into the sanctuary?” she asked. “Is that you Emily?” Cliff asked from the other side of the door. “Yes.” The door opened, leaking the aroma of whiskey into the hallway. Emily stepped into the huge and very pleasant guest suite. Damn, she thought. No wonder he’s kept himself shut up in here. I would too. He had a gorgeous view of the mountains. Cliff was sitting on the bed. He looked like absolute hell. His face was red and puffy from crying, his eyes were bloodshot. An empty flask sat on the bedside table. He reeked of whiskey. “Gracious sakes Cliff!” Emily exclaimed as she pinched her nose. “You smell like a seventeenth century tannery.” “I had a little to drink,” he mumbled, in slurred speech. “A little?” Emily asked, as she picked up the empty flask and dumped it into the trashcan. “You look really pretty tonight Emmy,” Cliff rambled on. “Thank you,” Emily said softly. “Don’t call me Emmy.” “I know that you think that I don’t give a flying fuck about Cecily, but I really do love her a lot. She’s my little girl, and I want her to finally be happy. I promise that I’m going to make this up to her,” Cliff babbled. “You’ll have a lot of work to do then,” retorted Emily. “Cliff, you’re either going to be a responsible father figure to the child, or you’re not, but don’t keep leading her on this way. She’s not sure whether you really care about her or not. She needs a strong, loving, person in her life right now. She needs a role model.” “I can be a good role model!” Cliff cried. He tried to get up from the bed, but immediately fell back down, too drunk to stand. “You’re a real winner Cliff,” Emily mumbled. “Downstairs, in the living room, on the mantle, there’s this old clock,” Cliff said in slurred speech. “If you open the back of the clock, there’s a stash of some really smooth weed tucked away. Do you think that you could bring it to me, and a lighter? I have some rolling papers here in the room. You could do a hit with me Emmy.” “I think I’ll pass Cliff,” Emily sighed. “And your Mom said no food or drink.” “Weed isn’t food,” Cliff retorted. “It is for you,” said Emily. “I’m going back downstairs. I’m missing dinner.” “Emily,” Cliff mumbled. “What Cliff?” Emily returned, slightly annoyed. “Will you go out on a date with me?” he asked. “No,” Emily replied. “Why?” “I don’t go out on dates with children,” she replied. “I’m not a child!” Cliff retorted. “I’m two years older than you are!” “You’re acting like one though,” shrugged Emily. “Would you come lie down here in the bed with me?” Cliff went on. “We could just like, uh, uh, cuddle. “Cuddle?” Emily repeated. “I just want to be held,” Cliff whined. “I’m sorry Cliff,” sighed Emily. “But there’s a little girl in the next room who also needs to be loved and held. I’m going to go see her.” “Aw, you’re going to see Cecily,” Cliff prattled on drunkenly. He stumbled over to Emily and gave her a huge hug. “That’s really sweet. Send her my love, will yah?” |
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| MissMetallica;; | August 19, 2007, 12:49 am Post #224 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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aww cliff was a dick to poor kirk. god cliff, you can't just push people away from you. silly boy.hopefully emily can go in to cecily and make her feel better, and tell her that cliff is very sorry and he didnt mean what he said to her. mr burton sounds like a funny guy, him and james laughing at cliff is embarrasing but funny at the same time. and mrs. burton, she's acting very motherly towards cliff. its cute. just great!! |
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| Raluque | August 19, 2007, 2:36 am Post #225 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Thank you for posting not one, but two updates in one day (considering the time zone, there were two in one day for me ) and you left a cliffhanger for when i come back, or at least it sounds like one to me...poor kirk. i feel sorry for him. but hey, some must be "sacrificed" for a good story! i love how you write him. i know that it's fiction, but, like i told rae, characters are so well written, that i don't have any trouble imagining that they actually would do those things in real life.writing makes you feel better and reading makes me feel better. i don't have the writing gift (is that how it's called?) so i'll stop now. seeya in 8-9 days! |
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What a nice way to start my day: with a very nice comment. You rock. I don't know if I'm exactly talented, but I do enjoy writing. I should be really stressed out right now, but the writing helps. It's keeping me very mellow and laid back. It's therapy.



i think they teased the hell out of each other because they like each other. (you should tell me if i'm rambling
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cause that would be bad.
Not quite sure how they're going to end up.
Thank you for posting not one, but two updates in one day (considering the time zone, there were two in one day for me 
8:42 PM Jul 10