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| Verity | September 26, 2007, 12:01 am Post #361 |
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The Story Girl
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I am so thankful that you guys are still reading this. My stories got branded as insane today. My friend got bored sitting in the back seat on a 5 hour drive, so she drew on herself with a permanent marker. We were teasing her about it and she said: sorry, at least Ashley sits and does highly intelligent things up in the front seat. Then my husband says: Obviously you haven't read one of her inane Metallica stories. bleh. shot down. Chapter 98- Hurricane Holly Strikes Nature was not letting up on it’s torrent of rain. It pounded against the tall glass windows of Aunt Josephine’s villa. It fit Cliff’s mood though. Emily was right. If they didn’t get married, they wouldn’t get the house. For one thing, Emily wouldn’t own her half, and Cliff knew that once his parents found out that he was playing a sick joke on them, they would for sure go back on the house and the gas card. “Shall we go back out there and tell them that we aren’t really getting married?” Emily asked. “You don’t understand Emily,” Cliff moaned. “I really want this house. I’m so sick of mooching off of my aunt. And, it will be much easier for me to pick up chicks at the bar if I can say hello I’m Cliff, I own my own home. Instead of hey I’m Cliff. I suck off of my rich aunt.” “I’m not going to marry you Cliff,” Emily retorted. “You promised that you would come clean about this whole spectacle after they gave us the present.” “I was expecting a puppy!” Cliff exclaimed. “Not a fucking house!” In his frustration, he began to pick at his nicotine patches, a habit that Emily found very annoying. “Cut that out!” she demanded. “You’re getting the edges of them all dirty and mungy.” “Mungy?” Cliff repeated, amusement creeping into his voice. “I seriously doubt that.” “You know what I mean!” Emily demanded. She leaned up against the refrigerator, and folded her arms across her chest and shivered. She was still in her wet clothes, and she was still very cold. “You should go upstairs and put something dry on,” said Cliff as he fiddled with his patches. “So you don’t get sick.” “Like you’d give a shit,” Emily quipped. “You can marry me and then I’ll die of pneumonia, and then you can still keep your stupid house.” “That’s an idea,” Cliff joked. Emily glared at him. “I’m kidding,” he said. “Honestly. I don’t want anything to happen to you. But what we can do is get married, get the house, and then get divorced. Even if we have to get rid of the house because of the divorce we could always sell it, and split the money.” “Cliff you’re already a loser,” replied Emily. “Adding divorce to your resume will only make you a bigger one. You’ll never get laid.” “That’s nothing new,” Cliff spat as he gazed at the violent rain that danced down the window. The house shook from a bolt of thunder. The two stood there silently. Finally, without saying anything, Emily turned to go upstairs and put on a dry change of clothes. Cliff sighed. For some reason, he always seemed to act like such an asshole whenever Emily was around. He began to tug on one of his nicotine patches. Emily was right. They were starting to gray along the edges. He eventually pulled one off. “Ouch!” he yelped as the patch took off a bit of arm hair as well. “Fuck that.” He looked out again at the rain. A purple beam of lighting danced across the sky. “Stupid prick rain,” he muttered. He stood up and sauntered over to the stove. “Maybe if I make her some tea, she’ll be more willing to help me out,” he said aloud as he filled the tea kettle up with water. He opened one of the kitchen cabinets, trying to find where Brunhilda kept the tea. Instead, a box of cereal fell out and clunked him on the head. “Fuck you!” Cliff yelped at the inanimate cereal box as if cursing at it would hurt it’s feelings, and make it not fall on him again. “Fuck who?” Mrs. Burton asked as she strolled into the kitchen. “Nothing,” Cliff groaned as he placed a tea cup on a bread plate, and fixed it neatly on one of Aunt Josephine’s tea trays. “Cliff, what are you doing?” his mother demanded. “Making Emily tea,” Cliff replied. “That’s a bread plate, not a saucer,” Mrs. Burton informed him and pointed to the plate. “What the fuck is the difference?” demanded Cliff as he carefully cut a few slices of lemon. Mrs. Burton sighed. “I’m so happy that you found Emily. I can just tell by the way that you two act that you guys are just crazy about each other.” That’s because you didn’t see us two minutes ago, Cliff thought as he selected a tea bag. “I’ve never seen you make tea for a girl before,” Mrs. Burton prattled on. “You really do love her. I can tell just by the way that you look at her that Emily is your entire world. I can see why you’re marrying her so soon. You didn’t want someone else to come along and snatch her away.” “Yeah, that’s it,” Cliff grumbled as he picked up a small bud vase that was sitting next to the kitchen sink. It had a single orchid in it that Cecily had picked the day before. He placed it on the tea tray. “I’ve never seen you so in love before,” his mother rambled on. “That’s because you’ve never seen me at a Misfits concert,” said Cliff. Just then, a crack of thunder pierced through the night. It nearly shook the entire house. “My, my, the weather is growing violent,” Mrs. Burton observed. “We can’t have your wife-to-be driving around in it. She may have to spend the night.” “Um Mom,” Cliff began as he started to once again pick at his patches. “I know dear,” his mother sighed. “You want a cigarette.” She picked up a pack, took one out for herself, and then slid the pack down the table towards Cliff. His mother lit up right in front of him. She definitely wasn’t making quitting smoking easy from him. Hanging his head in shame, Cliff picked up the pack of cigarettes, took one out, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it. All of his good progress was gone. “Mom, I need to tell you something,” Cliff said as he exhaled a trail of smoke. God how he had missed it! Fuck. He’d dress up like a princess and tell Misfits stories, and even let Cecily paint his finger nails pink if she’d be down with him smoking again. “I won’t tell Cecily or your little wife that you snuck one cigarette,” Mrs. Burton replied. “Everything in moderation dear.” “It’s not about the smoking,” Cliff said. “I need to talk to you about Emily.” *** James and Holly had made their escape out of the living room. James had had quite enough of Mr. Burton eyeing his woman. It was sickening! Holly had to at least be thirty years younger than him. Now I know where Cliff gets his knack for ransacking the cradle, thought James as he ushered his woman out of the room. “Where are we going Jamie?” Holly asked as she took James’s hand. “Let’s go find a quiet place to fuck,” said James. Lightening flashed again and another clash of thunder echoed through the house. “EEEEEKKK!” Holly gasped and threw herself into James’s arms. “Save me Jamie,” she whined. “I don’t like thunderstorms.” “I know,” said James. He carried her in his arms down a long, winding, staircase that headed towards Aunt Josephine’s basement. “Don’t take me to the basement James!” Holly cried. “Not during a storm. It’s scary down there.” “Grow some balls Holly,” James replied as he carried her down the stairs. “It’ll be a good time. We can fuck in Aunt Josephine’s wine cellar. I’ve fucked in a wine cellar before, but never during a thunderstorm.” James laid Holly down on a crate of ice wine. He pulled off her blouse, causing all of her buttons to pop off in the process. Thunder clapped again. “James!” Holly shrieked. For an answer, James pulled off Holly’s bra, not even bothering to waste time unhooking it. He had perfected the art of just being able to pull it over the woman’s head. He cupped each one of her breasts. “Yeah baby,” James groaned. “They say that a handful is all that you need, and that the rest is wasted,” said Holly. “That’s hippie bullshit,” James moaned as he thrust her against bottles of wine and mounted her. “That sounds like some shit that the Hamster would come up with.” Holly soon forgot about the thunder and violent rain as she submitted to James’s heat of passion. Meanwhile, Philippa dashed her way up the stairs of Aunt Josephine’s villa. She carried a paper bag filled with orange juice and peach schnapps. She also had the latest copy of American Gun for James, and had ordered a pizza. Her visit was unannounced but she couldn’t think of anything better to do on a cold, rainy, night than cuddle up with the man that she loved. She rang the doorbell. “Miss Philippa!” Cecily who answered the door, exclaimed. “Hello Cecily,” Philippa greeted as she tossed her mane of black curls. “Is the Jameson around?” Cecily gulped. She was a five-year-old, and she didn’t know many things, but she did know that Miss Holly was with Mr. James, and that couldn’t be a good thing. “He’s not feeling well,” Cecily replied. “Is he sicky?” Philippa asked. “If he is, I’ll come and nurse him back to health.” She yanked at her bra, making sure that it peeked out just a wee bit from under her low cut shirt. “Mr. Cliff is helping him,” said Cecily. “Mr. Cliff could wind up killing him,” Philippa snapped. Why was the fucking kid wasting her time like this? “I’m sure that he’d rather have a beautiful maiden near his bedside instead of Cliff. Let me see him.” Philippa stepped forward to go inside the house, but Cecily planted herself right in the doorway. “No!” she cried. “Beat it you little brat!” Philippa hissed. She pinned Cecily to the back of the front door. “If you have some bee up your bonnet because I’m not banging your Daddy or whatever he is anymore, you better snap out of it. Cliff lied and deceived me, and I have every right to not want to see him, and see James instead. Now let me in!”w “Cecily Frances!” Mr. Burton warbled as he staggered to the door. “That’s not my middle name,” returned Cecily as Philippa released her grip on her. “You fucking pip squeak,” Mr. Burton laughed. “I don’t even remember Cliff’s middle name. Do you really think that I’m going to ever remember yours? Now what the hell is going on here?” He noticed Philippa low cut shirt and all standing on the front porch. “Hey there,” he said to her. “Is this little brat giving you a hard time?” “Actually she is,” Philippa retorted as she stuffed a stick of chewing gum into her mouth. “I’m here to see James.” “James?” Mr. Burton repeated. Even Mr. Burton knew that James was occupied. “You’re the sweet little chickie that was here earlier,” he said. He went to put his arm around Philippa. “James is a little busy right now, so why don’t you hang out with me instead?” A look of disgust spread across Philippa’s face. “Now I know why Cliff is so annoying,” she sighed as she pushed Mr. Burton out of her way, and went inside the house. “We can’t let her see Mr. James and Miss Holly,” Cecily whined to her grandfather. “Why the hell not?” Mr. Burton replied. “One of those two chicks is going to be left out, and I want the one that’s left over.” Philippa burst into the kitchen where Cliff and his mother were having a conversation and smoking cigarettes. “Where the hell is James?” Philippa demanded as she threw down her paper sack on the kitchen counter. “In the wine cellar,” Cliff replied without even thinking. He was more interested in what was in the paper sack. “Peach schnapps!” Cliff gasped as he read the label. He shrugged, opened the bottle, and took a swig. Philippa glared at him, but only for a second. Then she disappeared down the basement stairs. Holly was going down on James who was making a noise that resembled a cross between a Vienna choir boy, and a peacock having an orgasm. “What is going on in here?” Philippa demanded as she broke into the wine cellar. James fell off of Holly immediately, like a dead deer carcass. He laid face down on the floor. Holly sat up. She was completely naked. “Who the hell are you?” she demanded at Philippa. “I’m his girlfriend,” Philippa retorted as she ran to help James off of the floor. “Girlfriend!” Holly shrieked. She glared at James. “You didn’t tell me about any girlfriend.” “You never asked,” James replied. “Come on Holly. So fucking what? I have another girlfriend. You’re still the better one between the sheets.” “What do you mean by that?” Philippa shrieked. “I thought that I was the best that you’ve ever had!” “You have the nicest boobs,” said James. “But Holly gives better head." “I’m glad to know that she’s so talented,” Philippa quipped. Holly sprang up and threw on her clothes. “Holly don’t go!” James cried. “I said that you were the best!” “Fuck you James!” Holly yelled as tears fell down her face. “I loved and trusted you! I wanted to be with you forever and you can’t even be honest with me! I’ve never felt so humiliated in my entire life!” “Come on Holly,” coaxed James. “I’m the best sex that you’ve ever had. I didn’t get that good by not practicing a lot. I have to sleep with different women or else I’d get rusty.” “You’re already a rusty cock,” Philippa growled. “Fuck you Jameson.” She flounced out of the wine cellar. “Philippa!” James croaked. Holly and James were left standing alone in the wine cellar. “Want some wine?” James asked as he selected a bottle. “1968 vintage Merlot.” Holly took the bottle and hurled it at James. It shattered against the wall causing wine to splash all over James. “You’ve humiliated me!” Holly screamed. “And I will get even with you!” “Oh yeah?” James cackled as he licked wine off of his arm. “What are you going to do? Tell your Social Service friends not to get any cock from the Het?” “No,” Holly retorted. “I’m going to tell them not to let little Cecily stay with your buddy Cliff, and since her mother has ran off, they’ll send her far away to an orphanage all because of you!” |
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| Lucifer's Angel | September 26, 2007, 8:15 am Post #362 |
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Oh no! Stupid James, thinking with his dick I hope Holly doesn't go after Cliff and Cecily Is he in a heap of trouble
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| Raluque | September 26, 2007, 8:18 am Post #363 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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i think... i mean i hope that holly is smart enough to know, that taking revenge on an innocent little girl is the worst thing to do. i mean, james has nothing to do with cecily's upbringing, so why punish her and cliff?!?!?!?!!!!???
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| Shayi | September 26, 2007, 10:42 am Post #364 |
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Bring me that horizon
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James fell off of Holly immediately, like a dead deer carcass. That line up there, that was absolutely fantastic! It made me laugh so much. Tut tut James. BUt then, I think we all knew that one day his prolific sex life would get him into trouble somehow... I'm surprised he hasn't caught anything, nasty boy But man was that little scene between them all funny. However, I also want to absolutely wallop James if he has ruined Cliff's chances of getting Cecily to stay with him. Hopefully someone can intervene with Holly and save the day - because if not.... well it'll have all been for nothing! As for Cliff and Emily - the rapport you write between the two is superb, it feels so real and flows so well. You have such a talent for writing dialogue, it truly is excellent. I'm looking foward to seeing what the outcome is of whatever he's going to tell his mother. This all seems to be unravelling rather worryingly and rather swiftly! There does rather appear to be a disaster just waiting to happen. Or maybe that's just Cliff in general... This story, and I know I've said it before, but this story is so brilliant. You are superb at dialogue and characterisation, and the little bits of detail that flow into the story really make it just pop out of the page and make it such compulsive reading I don't want to stop! Awesome stuff. |
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| Verity | September 26, 2007, 11:56 am Post #365 |
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The Story Girl
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Thanks ladies. I know things really suck now for everyone but I’m aiming for high drama here. Chapter 99- More Craziness “I have no idea what’s gotten into you,” Mrs. Burton hissed. “I am extremely disappointed in you Clifford Lee. Lying about getting married just to get us to buy you a bunch of shit.” “Well, I did it to keep Cecily too,” Cliff reminded her. “Social Services want her to have two parents.” Cliff had just told his mother everything, and it had not gone well. Mrs. Burton reached over and grabbed the cigarette that he had been smoking out of his mouth. “You don’t need to be smoking those either!” she scolded. “You fucking gave it to me!” Cliff yelped. “I’m glad that we didn’t sign the final closing papers on the house,” said Mrs. Burton. “I’ll tell your father to retract the offer.” Cliff hung his head. He’d be living with his aunt forever. “Give me the gas card too,” his mother snapped and held out her hand. “But what about Cecily?” Cliff whined. “She doesn’t drive,” his mother returned. “Hand it over Clifford. Give me the gas card.” Cliff rolled his eyes, as he reached into his pocket for his wallet. “Don’t give me that look!” Mrs. Burton yelled as she took the gas card. “You need a change of attitude. I should have known that Emily was too good to be true. No one in their right mind would marry you, especially a sweetie like Emily. I’m beginning to doubt your ability to even take care of Cecily.” “Fuck off Mom!” Cliff screeched. “I love Cecily, and I take damn good care of the kid!” “You’re not setting a very good example for her by lying,” Mrs. Burton snapped. At that point, Emily dressed in Josephine’s ivory satin bathrobe, and a pair of pink old lady geezer slippers, came into the room. She immediately noticed that something was off. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “I came clean,” Cliff said glumly. “I came clean, and we don’t even get to keep the fucking house.” “I don’t blame you,” Mrs. Burton said to Emily. “I wouldn’t marry Cliff either. He’s acting like a pompous toad.” “A toad Mom?” Cliff asked. “Is that really the best that you can do?” “Shut it Cliff,” his mother snapped as she went out into the living room. Emily sighed, as she plopped down at the kitchen table. She gazed out the window. The rain hadn’t let up in the least, and the wind whipped through the trees. Cliff had his head down on the table. The man looked broken. “I’m sorry Cliff,” she said. “It would have been pretty fun for me to decorate that house. I would have used lots of throw pillows though.” “You could have used all the throw pillows that you wanted,” Cliff sighed. “I just wanted the house. Now Mom and Dad will be all pissy and shit.” Emily slid off the way-too-big skull ring and placed it in front of Cliff. “I guess I won’t need this anymore tonight,” she said. Cliff glanced at the ring. “Keep it,” he said. “You’ll need it for when Social Services come over, and it looks better on you anyway.” “But it’s your lucky skull ring,” Emily replied. “I have three other ones upstairs,” said Cliff. “Plus I have a lucky plastic rainbow bracelet.” He got up from his seat and brought over the tea tray, and set it on the table. “I made this for you,” he said. “For me?” Emily asked. “Why thank you Cliff. You didn’t have to.” “Yeah I did,” said Cliff as he poured the pot of hot water into Emily’s tea cup. “You were cold.” “Thank you,” Emily said. “You even made it look all pretty for me.” Cliff just mumbled something that sounded along the lines of “yeah fuck,” and looked away from her. Finally he said. “I’m sure not Kirk.” “No you’re not,” agreed Emily. “He’s a lucky man,” Cliff sighed. “I don’t know about that,” said Emily. “Though his mother does make a very good sweet potato casserole. She puts real sprigs of cloves in it.” Cliff sighed. He really didn’t give a shit about Mrs. Hammett’s casseroles. As far as he was concerned, he felt that the woman had been vibing him lately. Emily certainly wasn’t catching Cliff’s drift as she happily sipped her tea. He would have to try again. “Emily,” Cliff began as he sat down next to her. “If things don’t work out with you and Kirk-” “I know I could stay here,” Emily cut him off. “It’s just that your Aunt already has Metallica and a smorgasbord of lady friends staying here. I wouldn’t want to impose.” “That’s not what I was going to ask you,” said Cliff as he watched a flash of lightening illuminate the sky. “I’m sorry,” Emily said as she finished her tea. “What were you going to ask me?” “If things don’t work out,” Cliff started again. He began to fumble with his patches. “You know, if the sex between you and Kirk just isn’t good anymore. I wouldn’t mind taking you out, you know like on dates and shit. Get to know you better.” “Cliff,” Emily gasped. “I like you,” Cliff blurted out, turning red and looking away. Emily was about to open her mouth to reply when an angry Philippa burst into the kitchen, her black curls spiraling all over in an angry mass. “I should have known that all of you Metallica creeps are pathological liars!” she shrieked at Cliff. She turned to Emily. “You’d stay away from anything to do with Metallica if you knew what was good for you!” “She must have found out about Holly,” Emily murmured. “Is that the little slup’s name?” Philippa hissed. She glared at Cliff. “I hate you! I hate you, and I hate James Hetfield, and I your stupid fucking band! You guys totally suck ass! And for the record, I think that the stuff for your new album blows all ass!” “Why the fuck are you mad at me for?” Cliff asked. “I didn’t screw Holly. I can’t even get laid.” “Just shut up and make yourself useful Cliff,” Philippa snarled. “I know that’s difficult for you. But please tell James that he and his overrated dick can go to hell!” And with that, she tore out of the room. “You left your peach schnapps!” Cliff called after her. In return, he got flipped off. “Wow,” Emily sighed. “James has an overrated dick. We’re talking about the James Hetfield? The master of mattresses?” “Yeah, I wish that I could have recorded that,” Cliff laughed. Cecily burst into the room and went running straight to Cliff and Emily. “Why is everyone so upset?” she asked. “Your mom is crying, and the Maverick just opened a bottle of Seagrams and said that he’s going to drown his sorrows, and Miss Philippa spat on me, and called me a tramp.” “Everything is severely fucked up Cess,” said Cliff. “I’m sorry that you had to witness all of this shit.” “Oh well,” Cecily shrugged and gave him and Emily each a hug. “I’m just glad to see you and Miss Emily sitting together.” “Which reminds me,” said Emily. “Cecily, could I have a word with Cliff alone?” “Yes Ma’am,” Cecily nodded, wanting nothing to get in the way of Cliff and Emily. She was just about to leave the room when Holly with a half naked James trailing behind her, stormed into the kitchen. She was livid, and her anger matched that of the storm outside. Cecily raced for safety on Cliff’s lap, and threw her arms around his neck. “Come on Holly!” James begged as he traipsed into the kitchen. “I’ll buy you something. I’ll take you on a nice trip. I’ll even be gentler in the sack. But please don’t take out your anger towards me on a five-year-old little girl!” “Five-year-old girl?” Cliff exclaimed as he held Cecily close. “What the fuck does that mean? What does Cecily have to do with anything?” Holly whirled around to face Cecily and pointed her finger at the terrified little girl. “You!” she shrieked. “Are going to spend the rest of your childhood growing up in an orphanage in Chicago! As God as my witness you will!” Cecily burst into tears (what else is new?). She buried her face into Cliff. “Don’t let them put me in an orphanage,” she cried. “Are you some mad sick fuck?” Cliff snarled at Holly. “You should be ashamed at yourself! Threatening a poor, little, girl.” “I’ve been humiliated, and stripped of my pride,” Holly lamented. “James was the first man that I ever loved. He took a shit and dragged my heart through it.” “Oh honestly Holly,” scoffed James as he looked over at the heartbroken Cecily. “It’s not like our relationship had any real sustenance to it. It was built on fucking. Chronic and blissful fucking. You were a glorified fuck buddy.” “Our relationship meant the world to me!” Holly cried. She burst into tears. At the sound of all of the commotion, Mr. and Mrs. Burton and Aunt Josephine came into the kitchen. “Alright,” James sighed as he eyed Emily in her satin robe. Damn, she looked good. He wondered what was under that robe. However, James had a feeling that he wouldn’t be getting any puss tonight. “I’m an asshole,” he admitted. “A complete and utter asshole. I put the hole into asshole. But please don’t penalize my friend and his daughter. If you have issues with me you take them out on me, not my buddy Cliff.” “Here, here!” Cliff chanted as he raised the bottle of peach schnapps in the air. “Cliff is a dear friend of mine,” said James. “I would jump off the ends of the earth for him.” “I’ll remember that the next time you don’t want to use one of my riffs,” Cliff added. James rolled his eyes at Cliff and turned to Holly. “He’s a very good friend of mine,” he said. “Don’t fuck with him, or the kid.” “All the better reason for me to fuck with them,” snapped Holly. “You’re incapable of loving James. There’s nothing that I can do to punish you. You’ll be rolling with some other skank ho by tomorrow afternoon. The only way for me to hurt you as badly as you have just hurt me is to go through your friends.” She faced Cecily. “Elsa didn’t want you to stay with Cliff anyway,” she snarled. “But I learned how to recite the Lord’s Prayer,” Cecily protested. “I can even do it right now.” “Save your prayers,” Holly quipped. “You’ll need them later once you’re at the orphanage.” Cecily was weeping uncontrollably now. Not even Cliff and Emily together could console her. “Can’t you see that the poor girl has already been through enough?” Emily snapped at Holly. “I thought that you people from Social Services actually cared about the well being of children. Instead you’re torturing a little girl all because your boyfriend was screwing some other woman. Get used to it Holly! It happens. You’re not the first girl to ever be cheated on. You know what? I was engaged a year ago this time! I was engaged to the man of my dreams! We had the date set, a place for the wedding booked, I even had my dress! I had just finished my beautiful, fucking, dress and he called it off because he went back to his ex girlfriend that he hadn’t even seen in two years! It made me feel like shit, but I didn’t go off punishing all of his friends!” Everyone was silent. Holly glared at Emily, and then without saying a word, disappeared out the door into the brutal, turbulent, storm. “James!” Aunt Josephine cackled as a clap of thunder shook the entire house. “Go to your room and put some god damn clothes on! I’m sick of you and your collection of women traipsing around here half naked.” “Yes Ma’am,” James said shyly. He looked and caught that everyone was staring at him. It was bad enough being the one who created this whole new mess that they were in, but it was even worse being half dressed. “I’m so sorry Emily,” said Mrs. Burton as she reached out and touched one of Emily’s soggy curls. “All of this wedding talk must have been really hard for you.” “It’s quite alright,” replied Emily glumly. “I’m used to planning fake weddings by now.” “I didn’t know that you had been engaged once,” Cliff stammered. “That kind of sucks.” “Yeah?” said Emily. “Well there’s a lot of stuff that you don’t know about me.” She turned to Cecily. “Come on Sweetie,” she said. “You should get ready for bed. It’s late, and you have school tomorrow.” “Yes Ma’am,” Cecily sniffled out through tears. She reached down to her neck and undid the small golden clasp that held her locket. She took off the locket and handed it over to Mrs. Burton. “Thank you,” she said. “But I guess that I won’t be needing this anymore.” “You can still always keep it dear,” said Mrs. Burton. “Something to remember us by.” “Oh I’ll always remember you, all of you,” Cecily said wistfully. “It was the first and only locket that I’ve ever owned, and I loved being Cecily Burton so much. It just makes me sad thinking that I’ll never, ever, get to be her for good…” |
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| Lucifer's Angel | September 26, 2007, 12:16 pm Post #366 |
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NOOO! Die you fucking bitch! She can't take out her anger on Cecily. I hope they save her from the orphanage
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| Raedoll | September 26, 2007, 7:16 pm Post #367 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I'm caught up with everything. And so much has happened, I have no clue where to start. I'm glad Holly insulted James so much, but she shouldn't take everything out on Cecily. It's not HER fault that James is a manwhore. Emily I think was really going to try and open up to Cliff, and then Holly fucking blew it. BLERGH. Whatever, I just want to see what happens next...maybe Jan and Ray could Adopt Cess and Cliff could be her older brother. No idea, that's up to you. I still really like this fic, it's very enjoyable. Can't wait for more, and poo on your husband because he shot you down.
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| MissMetallica;; | September 27, 2007, 5:23 am Post #368 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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ah no. i hope that holly doesnt go and ruin everything for cliff and cecily just because james was sleeping around behind her back. ![]() and that stuff with emily's last marriage was heartbreaking. the poor girl has been through alot. i love the characterization of the characters, even though many of them are fiction you actually feel sad/happy etc for them. thats freaking awesome writing right there. |
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| Raluque | September 27, 2007, 6:44 am Post #369 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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holly is a major bitch. how can she imagine that she has a freaking great relationship with james, when she jumped in the sack with him within an hour after she meets him???!!!? and how dare she punish cess for it??!?!!!???? ugh!! i'm pissed.. see, you're doing a great job writing this stuff. it's getting to me!!
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| Simone | September 27, 2007, 9:17 am Post #370 |
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Mistress of Puppets
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Ohh no!!!!!! HOLLY I WANT TO STUFF YOU WITH RAT POISON AND LIT YOU UP YOU FUCKING TRAMP!!!! Poor little Cecily is sooo destroyed but I know Verity won't let Cess go!! Because Verity is not mean Man,this is like reading a novel...a chapter a day if only won't it end!!! Again,Verity you're doing the best of the bestest job writing this story! :horns2
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| Shayi | September 27, 2007, 9:26 am Post #371 |
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Bring me that horizon
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I was so glad no-one was in the room when I read that bit because I couldn't stop laughing! Amazing. Absolutely fantastic, seriously. The other bit that really made me laugh was this:-
Awesomeness. I really could not stop giggling at that. It was perfectly done... and did rather relieve some of the tension in a very pent up and dramatic scene. I have to admit, Cliff deserves all he gets from his parents - he has been leading them on. Aunt Josephine should give him a good smack (she seems feisty enough to do it rather than his mum who is rather nice!). I felt a little sorry for Phillipa, but hey she has nice tits, she can't have everything. And whatever made her think that James would be faithful? Silly girl! As for Holly my lord does she need a damned good bashing. From anyone really! I do blame James in part for it, but I have noticed that his brain is entirely in his dick and he can't help himself, so he can't be held entirely to blame. Holly however should know better than to take it out on Cecily who has done nothing wrong! In fact, I think that perhaps Kirk Lee should take her in hand. She needs a nice sweet boy! Incredibly compulsive reading as always. The trouble is that when I get to the end of a chapter I just want for there to be more and more! Impatient? Me? Well quite possibly! I am looking forward to the next bit |
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| Verity | September 27, 2007, 10:28 am Post #372 |
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The Story Girl
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Thanks everybody!!! Y'all's reviews really helped me out. Yesterday was just a downright shitty day. My friend's instrument toppled over and smashed onto the sidewalk. It's totally fine, no damage but a sickening feeling and originally everyone thought it was mine, so I was really feeling sick for a while until we got to the club, uncovered it, and it was my friend's. And Everyone is mad at me because I picked out a really shitty motel, with lots of weird, scary, people around who would bang on our door throughout the night to try to get us to buy drugs. But I had this coupon for $24.00 bucks a night, but anyway I got stripped of motel choosing priviledges. sorry to rant. The result is a kind of long next chapter. And yay! I'm in the 3 digits. and it's nice to have you back Rae! Chapter 100- Lars Ulrich Strikes Again Cecily sat crying (because all that she does in this story) curled up on her bed. Not only had her mother gone off, but now she would lose Cliff too. She didn’t want to be sent to live in some God forsaken orphanage, just because James couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. It wasn’t any fair! There was a knock on her door, and Emily poked her head in. “Hey Cecily,” she said. “May I come in?” Cecily didn’t even respond. Emily let herself in, and sat down next to her on the bed. “I’m not going to let some little bitch from Social Services send you away,” she said. “Don’t you worry. And here,” she took the locket out of her pocket. “Your grandmother wanted to make sure that I give this back to you, since none of us plan on seeing you go.” “But what about Miss Holly?” lamented Cecily. “Without her and Elsa’s approval, I’ll never be able to stay with Cliff. And since my mother is gone no one can even ask her to let me stay with him.” Cecily let out a pathetic wail. “Maybe I could find your Mum,” Emily suggested. “I could find her and ask her to let you stay.” “She didn’t even leave a number behind for me to call her at,” Cecily moaned. “She doesn’t want to deal with me anymore.” “That doesn’t mean that I can’t find her,” said Emily. “We’ll hire a private detective.” “A private detective,” Cecily repeated, for the first time hope creeping into her little face. “You’d do that for me?” “Of course,” Emily replied as she gave Cecily a squeeze. “I love you, and you like my dresses.” “I actually love your dresses,” gushed Cecily. “Thank you so much for helping me, but a private detective sounds so expensive.” “That’s why we need to get Mr. Lars’s help,” said Emily. “If I remember correctly I’ve been told at least three dozen times that his father is a famous tennis pro.” “That’s brilliant!” Cecily exclaimed. “I helped Mr. Lars find the beautiful Miss Amy. He’d surely help me find my Mum. Thank you Miss Emily. You’ve been so good and kind to me.” There was another knock on the door, and this time Cliff poked his head in. “Cecily,” he called. “Are you doing alright?” “I am now,” Cecily replied. “Mr. Lars and Miss Emily are going to help me find my Mum, so that we can ask her to let me stay with you.” “That’s a good plan, except for that fact that Lars is pretty useless,” said Cliff. “His Dad’s bank account sure isn’t useless,” Emily reminded him. “It’s the only way to get around Social Services Cliff.” Cliff couldn’t believe that his whole life could rest on an ignoramus such as Claudia. He wished that he had been nicer to her. Another wallop of thunder raged throughout the night, shaking the house. “I better get going,” said Emily. “Before it gets any worse out there.” “You’re not driving through that shit,” Cliff declared. “It’s at least an hour to Kirk’s place. The streets are flooding, they’re power lines down.” “You can stay with me in my room Miss Emily,” Cecily offered. “Please stay.” “You don’t have to stay in Cecily’s room,” said Cliff. “You can have your own. Aunt Josephine has enough rooms to even house all of George Washington’s army. You can stay in the pink room. Usually, that’s where Kirk stays but he’s not here right now. It might even still smell like him. You’d like that.” “I certainly would,” Cecily sighed. “I think that I should sleep in the pink room, and that Miss Emily should sleep in your room Cliff.” “Cecily Virginia!” Cliff scolded. “A little girl your age shouldn’t be thinking like that. And we need to do something about the Kirk thing. Girls who to bang Kirk grow up to be crack whores,” His hand flew up to his mouth, and he turned red. “I’m sorry Emily,” he stammered. “It’s quite alright,” said Emily. “Why on earth would I be offended?” “Oh that’s right,” said Cliff. “You don’t want to bang Kirk. You already do.” “I most certainly do not!” Emily cried. “Kirk and I are friends. I give him cross stitch lessons. Just what kind of girl do you think I am?” “You’re not banging the Hamster?” Cliff asked, surprised. “No,” Emily replied with disgust. “He belongs to Ernestine anyway.” “That never means anything,” said Cliff. “I can see that,” Emily returned. “We saw that with Philippa and Holly tonight.” “Well then,” Cliff said feeling a little bit braver. “Why don’t we get back to the discussion that we were having earlier. I guess we don’t even have to wait until the sex gets bad between you and Kirk. I like you, and I want to get to know you better. Shit. I never even knew that you had been engaged before.” “Being dumped by your ex fiancé is not typically an event that one brags about,” Emily replied sharply. “I’m sorry,” said Cliff. “I’m over it,” Emily replied. “It’s over and down with.” “He was really stupid to let you go,” said Cliff. “It’s his loss.” “But now Cliff can come in and marry Miss Emily instead!” Cecily chirped. Cliff frowned at her. “Cess,” he barked. “Why don’t you go down to the pink room and see if it still smells like Mr. Kirk.” “Um okay,” said a confused Cecily. “But I thought that you didn’t want me to like Mr. Kirk in that way anymore.” “Beat it Cess!” Cliff declared and pointed towards the door. “Go butter up Mr. Lars so that his dad will pay to help us find your Mom.” “That’s quite alright Cliff,” said Emily as she got up from the bed. “I’m going to go double check with your aunt and make sure that it’s okay for me to stay the night. We really don’t need to talk about this anymore.” “Yeah we do,” shot Cliff. “Are we going to try it out or not?” “No Cliff,” said Emily. “You’re really good with Cecily and all, and you mean well, but I just don’t feel the same way about you. I would rather just stay friends.” Cliff was floored. He had never been turned down by puss before. Sure, he had been dumped, and dumped for James numerous times, but at least he had scored with the puss at least once before getting dropped. Emily didn’t even want anything to do with him. “But I play the bass guitar,” he moaned pathetically. Usually, that always worked. “I know you do,” replied Emily and with that, she left the room. Cliff turned to Cecily who was glumly staring at the door. “See what I mean Cess?” he asked. “I tried to pick you up a nice mom. She won’t even give me a chance.” “I think that she’s just playing hard to get,” retorted Cecily. “Well there’s no point in trying for someone who’s hard to get when there’s plenty of puss that isn’t hard to get.” “Are you going to try the whorehouse?” Cecily asked. “Aye,” Cliff nodded as he helped Cecily back into bed. “But not tonight though. You’re a very savvy little girl. How’d you ever find out about whorehouses?” “Your Dad was mentioning them earlier,” Cecily explained. “Charming,” Cliff muttered as he kissed the top of Cecily’s head. “Daddy,” said Cecily. “Yeah?” “You aren’t going to let Miss Holly send me to the orphanage are you?” “Never Sweetie,” Cliff promised. “If Lars’s old man won’t help us find your Mom, I’ll go out and find her myself. If we need money, we can always whore Kirk out on the streets.” *** “Is he in a good mood?” Emily asked Cecily. It was the next morning and they were spying on Lars who was in the den on the telephone jabbering away to Flemming in Danish. “I must admit that my Danish isn’t very good.” “He just said that they would like to begin their tour in March,” Cecily who did know Danish repeated. “Now he’s saying that Mr. James needs to learn his parts better, Mr. Kirk is a hack, and that Mr. Cliff is always fucking things up. “Oh dear,” Emily sighed as they watched Lars slam down the phone. “I suppose we should wait until he cools down a little before we go hounding him for money.” “Miss Emily,” Cecily began. “How come you don’t like Cliff?” “I like Cliff just fine,” Emily replied as she watched Lars flop down on the sofa. Lars, unaware that he was being watched, undid the button to his tight, black, spandex trousers. “Ahhh,” he sighed with content as he turned the TV on with the remote. With his spare hand, he slid it down into his pants to scratch his itchy nuts. “Much better,” he commented to himself. “That’s a ghastly sight isn’t it?” Emily commented to Cecily. “But you don’t like Cliff,” Cecily pressed, totally uninterested in Lars’s dirty habits. “You won’t go out with him.” “I like him as a friend Cess,” said Emily. “I just don’t like him the same way that he likes me.” “But why not?” Cecily asked. “He’s handsome and he smells nice.” “Are we talking about the same Cliff Burton?” Emily asked. Cecily scowled. “That’s mean,” she retorted. “I think that he looks very handsome on days when he washes his hair.” “It’s not so much a problem that I have with Cliff,” Emily went on. “I just don’t think that Cliff would like me once he got to know me better. All he sees is a decent piece of ass, and a quick mom to help take care of his kid.” “That’s not true,” Cecily pried. “I have Aunt Josephine and Grandmother to be like my “mom.” Yeah, Cliff probably does fancy your ass, but he also wants you to be his girlfriend, not my mother.” “Why don’t you go in and ask Mr. Lars if he’ll help you,” said Emily changing the subject. “Be polite, and say please.” Cecily nodded, though she wasn’t happy. Cecily didn’t understand how Cliff and Emily could be so blind. They had so much in common. They both had dreams, they both loved to travel, they looked good together, but most of all they both got along with her, and Cecily loved them both. As long as the sex was good, Cecily didn’t know why they couldn’t all be happy together. Slowly, she trotted into the den. “Mr. Lars,” she said. Lars took his hand out of his pants at once. “Move out of the way of the TV kid!” he squawked. “I’m sorry,” said Cecily, as she moved away from the TV set. “I was just wondering if you would help me out.” “Fuck no,” Lars barked, without even glancing at Cecily. “I’m not no charity ward.” “But I helped you score with Miss Amy,” Cecily pressed. “Miss Amy is old news,” said Lars as he channel surfed. “I dumped her.” “You dumped Miss Amy!” Cecily shrieked. “But why? She was so pretty, and so nice.” “I was tired of hearing about her fucking, obnoxious, psychotic sisters,” Lars shrugged. “I boned her a few times. She was alright. Can you bring me a beer Sherry?” “Sherry?” Cecily made a face. “That’s not my name.” “Whatever the hell your name is!” Lars snarled. “Your Cliff’s to worry about not mine.” “Please won’t you help me Mr. Lars,” Cecily begged. “If you don’t, I may be sent to an orphanage in Chicago.” “Have a Chicago deep dish pizza for me,” Lars replied as he stared besotted by the television. “A cold and lonely orphanage,” Cecily went on. “That’s where you belong,” said Lars. “After all, your mom isn’t around anymore, and we don’t know who your real father is. All I know is that it isn’t me.” Cecily looked over at Emily who was hovering outside the door. She needed her help. Emily nodded to her, and then came into the room. “Hello Lars,” she said. “I thought that you went back to Denmark already,” Lars snarled with disgust. “I will once I help Cecily,” Emily explained. “We need your father’s help.” “My father wants nothing to do with Cecily,” Lars retorted. “News flash. She’s not my kid.” “I know Mr. Lars,” quipped an unhappy Cecily. “You remind me every day.” “We need your father to hire a private detective to locate Claudia,” Emily explained. “He’s the only one who can help us. He must help us!” “Give me one reason why the hell I should help you guys?” Lars asked. “Because Cliff is your friend, and Cecily wants to stay with him,” Emily said. “I need more motivation than that,” said Lars uninspired. “Do you really want to be the one who sends Cecily to an orphanage?” Emily asked. “She can dance around like they do in Annie” Lars shrugged. “Why don’t you get me a beer Cess?” Emily was livid. She couldn’t believe how self centered Lars was being. She took a deep breath, and then sat down next to Lars on the couch. She slid her arm around him. Cliff happened to be strolling by the doorway at that very moment. He was actually on his way to call the Hotel Iroquois and see if they had any information on Claudia’s whereabouts. He had been in a foul mood, but he couldn’t help but notice Emily, dressed in her pretty (but now dry) dress from yesterday. He actually smiled, she looked so nice. Oh well, he could never have her, but that wouldn’t keep him from looking at her. However, he was not happy about how close she was sitting to Lars. “Lars,” Emily said sweetly. “It would mean the world to me if you’d help us. Please Lars. I admire your drumming skills so.” “You admire my drumming?” Lars asked. More used to comments on his dick than comments on how well he drummed. “Oh yes,” nodded Emily. “Well then,” Lars said as he scooted closer to Emily and whispered into her ear. “We might have ourselves a deal.” He took her hand in his and kissed it. Cliff watched from the doorway. His good feelings immediately vanished and he felt as he had been punched right in the stomach. Cliff knew there had to be some other reason for Emily to reject him. After all, he played the bass guitar. He had always thought of Kirk as his nemesis, but instead it looked to be like it was Lars Ulrich… |
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| Raluque | September 27, 2007, 11:53 am Post #373 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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*sigh* (bad sigh, not good sigh...) why does everything have to be soooooooooooooooooooooo complicated? oh well.. emily should start opening her eyes and maybe she gets to see how wonderful cliff really is and how much he really loves her. and she should admit that she loves him also, almost as much as he loves her. am i making sense? cess is sooo grown-up again. that's good. at least one person should be, and also act like it. hmmmmmmm... you gave me lots to think about.
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| Raedoll | September 27, 2007, 11:58 am Post #374 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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awh thanks Ashley. I'm sorry your hotel picking privalliges got stripped I loved this update...so much deciet yet so much Hurt. Cliff is going through so much and he's trying to change for Cecily and himself...he's really growing up. Bwarh, good thing Emily's just playing with Lars for awhile...but Cliff's going to be so destroyed. But he needs to ask Cess before he jumps to any conclusions, maybe Emily will tell Cecily that she's just pretending and she could secretly spill to Cliff...that'd at least make him feel better. Congratulations on your 100th update!!! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | September 27, 2007, 12:15 pm Post #375 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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Congratulations on your 100th update Wow, it's getting all complicated. I know Emily is just playing with Lars, but someone has to explain to Cliff what's going on. Too bad about the hotel, I once picked out a shitty motel, and my family was mad at me too
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I hope Holly doesn't go after Cliff and Cecily
Is he in a heap of trouble
But man was that little scene between them all funny.
if only won't it end!!!
:horns2

8:42 PM Jul 10