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| Father of the Year; Kirk is going to get even with Lars. Het. | |
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| Simone | October 7, 2007, 2:08 pm Post #436 |
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Cliff is using Cess!!!!! Man,these grown-ups...they never know what to do *shakes head in disappointment* I bet Emily will listen to Cess...hopefully she will forgive Cliff too Poor Cess just wants a loving mother not a fuck-sack like Claudia!!!
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| Lucifer's Angel | October 7, 2007, 2:57 pm Post #437 |
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I like Cliff's plan Hah, trying to pay the valet with a joint was class Good that Cliff stood up to that fucker, how dare he yell at Cecily like that? I like James' scenario, I hope they do get it on, after they make up, of course
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| Shayi | October 8, 2007, 3:46 am Post #438 |
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If anyone can do it, Super Cess can do it. Or at least, she seems to be rather super when it comes to this lots love lives! Well the mess that the Metallica boys seem to get their lives in - she needs to be an expert. When all this is over, I think she could host a Jerry Springer style show... And yes, yes I did enjoy Cliff getting a good wallop off Aunt Josephine. She is wholly fabulous and boy did Cliff deserve everything he got! I cannot believe the trouble that those boys can cause in a nice hotel. Sometimes it seems that they should live in a zoo ;) Although - they'd probably upset all the animals. As for that fuck tub scene. Ew. Just. Ew. But in the context of what was going on - it worked damned welll.... especially Cliff's comment to Lars at the end there...I loved the little scene with the valet as well. This story is just so damned great. I know I keep telling you that, but that's just the way that I think about it! |
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| Raedoll | October 8, 2007, 10:09 am Post #439 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I like how Cliff's admitting he's a piece of shit and he deserves to rot...that's why we love him, because when he knows he's fucked up bad he's trying to make ammends for it. Though it'll be hard with Emily...she's had her heart broken too many times. Good luck Cess, I reallhy hope you can pull this off. And fuck that desk clerk, he was being a douchebag. I can't wait for the next little installment, and I'm glad you'll be getting some time off soon. You need it! Anyway. Good luck with things now that you're not touring for a bit, Kirk always said that touring is like a train going a hundred miles an hour and when you're done touring it's just you, left to your own devices, standing in one spot, and not knowing what to do with yourself. |
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| Verity | October 8, 2007, 12:16 pm Post #440 |
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Simone- fuck sack!!! That was brilliant. I haven't used that one yet. Lucifer's Angel- Glad you liked my valet dude. I had fun writing that scene. Shayi- Your comment about the boys living in a zoo made me laugh. They really need to. I'm glad you enjoyed Aunt Josephine, he did deserve it. Rae- Thanks for all the advice you have given me, everything. It will be very nice to stay in one spot for a bit, though I must admit I'll be busier now than when I'm not touring because I have a lot of random shit to do. But that's a good thing because then I wont be bored. Chapter 115- Craziness at Emily’s Window Emily had just stepped out of the totally fucking bad-ass Jacuzzi tub when she heard a knock on her hotel room door. “I thought I told that front desk man not to give him my room number,” Emily muttered under her breath as she threw on a bathrobe. Couldn’t Cliff leave her alone? The man had humiliated her. The least that he could do was let her have some peace. “Just leave me alone Cliff!” Emily yelled from behind the door. “I have nothing more to say to you.” “But Miss Emily,” a little voice cried. “It’s not Cliff. It’s me, Cecily!” Emily peeked out of the door’s peep hole. Sure enough Cecily and her mop of hair was standing outside the door. But Emily knew that Cecily didn’t just drive herself over to the inn. Wherever Cecily was, Cliff had to be near by. “I can’t let you in Cecily,” she said through the door. “Please Miss Emily,” Cecily begged. “You left without saying goodbye to me.” “I had very good reason,” Emily shot. “And I know that you know why.” “You’re the closest thing that I’ve ever had to a loving mother,” said Cecily. “Please let me say goodbye, and see you again.” Emily sighed. She just couldn’t say no. She opened the door, but just a crack. “Get in here!” she hissed. Cecily sprinted into the room, and Emily slammed shut the door and locked the deadbolt. “Please don’t leave Miss Emily!” Cecily cried. She threw her arms around Emily and hugged her. “I must Cecily,” Emily replied. “I’m going to go back home. It hurts too much being here.” “But I love you,” Cecily whined. “You’re a mother to me. If you go back home, I may never see you again.” “I can write to you,” Emily offered. “I’ll write to you as often as you’d like.” “It’s not the same,” Cecily sniffled. “Who’ll buy me pretty clothes? If it’s up to Cliff to dress me all I’ll have to wear are bellbottoms and scary looking skull shirts.” “I’ll send you dresses,” said Emily. “Would you like that?” Cecily sniffled, and buried her face into Emily. “If you don’t want to be with Cliff anymore I understand,” she cried. “But you could at least try Mr. Kirk. Then we could still see each other. He smells so very nice. I was planning on marrying him someday, when Cliff let’s me. We were going to have a great big wedding, and I was going to walk down the aisle on a light purple runner, but I would give him to you if it would make you happy.” “I’m sorry Cecily, but I’ve had quite enough of dating various members of Metallica,” Emily replied. She ran her fingers through the little girl’s hair. “I’m going to miss you too,” she said. “I’ll miss my little Cecily very much. Would you like to do lunch tomorrow before I leave?” “I guess,” Cecily sniffled. “Though I’d rather that you didn’t leave. Now I won’t have a Mum.” “You have a wonderful dad though,” said Emily. “If he’ s so wonderful why are you leaving him?” Cecily demanded. “Because he’s a much better father than he is boyfriend,” replied Emily. “He’s a very good father actually.” She reached into her pocket. “I wanted to give you this.” She pulled out a gold chain and pressed it in Cecily’s hand. “It’s a gold chain of mine. You can have it to replace the one that your mother broke. Now you can wear your Cecily Burton locket again.” Tears welled up in Cecily’s eyes as she looked down at the chain. Why did Cliff have to go and screw things up? The three of them could have been so happy together. “Cliff says that you’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” Cecily tried. “He also says that he’s a nasty piece of shit from hell.” “He’s right about that,” replied Emily, not softening in the least. “He loves you,” said Cecily quietly. She looked down at her new gold chain. “He thinks that he loves me,” said Emily. “But he doesn’t really.” “Can you ever forgive him?” Cecily asked. “I can,” said Emily. “But that doesn’t mean that I can ever trust him again, or that I want to take him back.” “Oh Miss Emily,” Cecily sighed. “I’m so sorry that Cliff hurt you. I’m sure he didn’t mean to. It’s just that’s what guys do. They screw chicks.” “It wouldn’t have been so bad if Cliff had gone down to a titty bar, got drunk, and bagged himself a beautiful stripper,” Emily sighed. “I could get over that. What really makes this bad is that he slept with someone that he hates. No offense Cecily, but if Cliff would sleep with your mother, he’d sleep with anything, and I just think that I deserve better than that.” “You deserve way better Miss Emily,” said Cecily. The two sat down on the bed. Cecily jumped right up into all of the feathery pillows, and nestled down next to Emily. “Could I stay with you for the night?” she asked. “Of course Sweetie,” Emily replied, not caring that Cecily should ask Cliff first. “We can spend one last night together.” She pulled the little girl close to her. “Thank you,” replied Cecily. “My Mum never ever let me jump in the bed with her. When I grow up I want to be just like you.” “Why?” asked Emily. “I got burned twice by men that I loved.” “I used to want to be like Cliff, but I’d rather be like you,” said Cecily. “You’d never hurt anybody, and you’re much prettier than he is. And I don’t really like the smell of pot that much anyway.” Meanwhile, right under Emily’s room window, Cliff and James were trying to eavesdrop, hoping that they could hear what was going on inside the room. They couldn’t hear anything. “She’s probably poisoning Cecily against me,” Cliff spat. “The little fucker will hate me.” “Just as long as she’s ready to jump in the sack with me!” said James. “Oh shut up!” snarled Cliff. “Get down on all fours!” he demanded. “Why the fuck should I do that?” James snapped. “You’re not my master.” James took Cliff’s head in a lock and then like a pro wrestler flung Cliff hard down onto the ground. “Watch my arms fucker!” Cliff squawked. “I use them to play bass.” “Fuck you!” James snarled. He climbed on top of Cliff. “I’m the master, and you’re to obey your master!” By standing on top of Cliff, James was able to peer right into Emily’s room. “No shit!” he exclaimed. “Whoa Cliff! Emily’s waltzing around in her bathrobe in there. I bet she’s naked underneath it. I hope she takes it off. Damn, she has a nice rack too. You were really stupid to throw her away Cliff.” “I didn’t throw her away,” Cliff moaned. “She wasn’t supposed to find out about Claudia. Can you see Cecily in there?” “Yeah,” James answered. “She has the little fucker in her bed. Do you think they’ll screw? That would be pretty hot.” “Cecily is going to be screwing no one,” said Cliff. “Hurry up James! My back hurts.” “I don’t understand how you can headbang for hours, but your body isn’t strong enough to hold me for two minutes,” spat James. “Aw. They’re hugging. It’s like a scene out of a Christmas movie. Maybe she’ll decide to live with Emily instead.” “But Cecily is my little girl,” snapped Cliff. “I saw her first.” “Maybe Emily would buy her from us?” suggested James. “Then we can make some cash. I want to buy a skateboard. Ooooohlala! Emily’s showing a little bit of leg in there.” At that point, Cliff’s back gave out. He couldn’t support the weight of James anymore. Cliff’s arms and legs collapsed, causing him to fall face first to the ground, and flat onto his stomach. This sent James tumbling over. “AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” James and Cliff yelped as they fell into a tangled web of arms and legs. “You motherfucker!” James hissed. “You’re a fucking fat ass Hetfield,” snapped Cliff. “Fuck you twat!” snarled James as Cliff accidentally clunked him in the side of the head with his foot. “WHAT’S GOING ON OUT HERE?” Emily demanded. She had opened the window and was standing there, looking out at them in pure disgust. “Can’t you two leave me alone?” “Take off your robe baby!” hollered James. “Daddy!” Cecily exclaimed as she too came to the window. “Are you alright?” “I’m fine Cess,” Cliff grumbled as he rolled over onto his stomach and looked up at her. “Miss Emily said that it’s alright for you to go down to the titty bar and screw beautiful strippers,” Cecily reported. “That’s awesome Cess,” said Cliff. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.” “If you two don’t leave right now I’m calling security,” shot Emily. “You can’t,” said James. “We have a room here too. We even paid to park the fucking car here.” “I can’t believe you followed me here!” Emily shrieked. “Just give me some peace and quiet!” “Emily!” Cliff wailed pathetically. “My beautiful, breathtaking, Pussycat! I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you! Please take me back! I’ll do anything! I’ll give up playing bass, and become your personal slave forever! I need you in my life. I’ll die without you!” “Well you should have thought of that before you went off and fucked Cecily’s mother!” Emily yelled. “Maybe you should hook up with Claudia. Then you two can raise Cecily together.” “Don’t do that,” said James. “We’d have a pot smoking five-year-old who’s addicted to sex.” “Emily please!” Cliff begged. “Take me back Pussycat. I’ll never screw another woman for as long as I live.” Emily snorted. “You boys can’t last five minutes without playing with your dicks! I have never met a hornier band of guys in my entire life! My God! You guys get to screw groupies all the time. Isn’t having sex constantly out of your systems yet?” “It’s never out of my system,” said James. “I know that!” Emily shot. “Pussycat!” Cliff called again. “Quit calling me that!” Emily snarled. “I hate that nickname anyway! We’re through Cliff! Go home!” “Marry me Emily!” Cliff yelled. He got up from his stomach and went down on one knee right there under the window, and again took out the skull ring. “Please marry me.” “Clifford Lee Burton!” Emily snapped. “Have you lost your mind?” “I want to be with you,” Cliff begged. “This isn’t a joke this time. Let’s do it. Let’s get married for real. A real wedding. We can even do it in England. You can have flowers, and horses, a puffy dress, and all of the bullshit that goes along with it. I don’t care!” “Ooooooh Emily,” Cecily sighed. “You’d be a beautiful bride.” “I almost was,” sighed Emily. “But it never happened.” She turned back to the window. “And it’s not happening now. Beat it Cliff!” And she slammed down the window… Eek! There you have it. I don’t know what to do. Should she take him back? |
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| Lucifer's Angel | October 8, 2007, 12:56 pm Post #441 |
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That was so fucking funny! I liked it when Cliff and James were peering into her window, and James was on Cliff's shoulder's and his back gave out Poor Cliff, that's got to hurt like hell Emily and Cecily are so sweet together, and Cliff was so intense. He really loves her, and she should take her back, and Aunt Josephine can give her a one way ticket to Denmark :horns2
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| Simone | October 8, 2007, 1:41 pm Post #442 |
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nooooo!!!!!!! CLIFF MARRYING EMILY IS A MUST!!!!! + being Cecily's guardian is a second must!!! you can't let such a love shatter away.Cecily would be heartbroken(holy shit I think I'm stoned hahaha...just like Cess!) Very intense chapter!! I caaaaan't wait until tomorrowwwww!!!!!!! What will happen?? Of course she'll take him back and Kirk will plan the loveliest wedding on the entire planet!!!! :horns2 Cliff Emily and Cecily
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| Raluque | October 8, 2007, 2:00 pm Post #443 |
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i'm thinking whether i should quote Simone of if i should copy and paste what she said seriously, i really loved this chapter and i can't even wrap my mind around them splitting up forever. they have to come up with a plan for claudia to sign those papers and then get rid of her.... can't wait! |
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| Raedoll | October 8, 2007, 2:49 pm Post #444 |
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It might make Emily falter a little bit if she found out WHY Cliff banged Claudia. Cliff was only trying to get total guard over Cecily, for her because he loves her and never wants Claudia to interrupt their lives again. Cliff loves Emily and she knows it, and she knows that she loves Cliff even when he's a jackass. But people do Crazy things when they're in love...that's why it's called Love, you look past the things that you don't like about someone and realize that that might never change, and just have to temporarily accept it. I loved this Chapter, but Cliff deserves to Suffer a good bit first, before Emily can even think about forgiving him. Maybe Emily could figure out a way to torture Cliff, like tell Cecily if Cliff doesn't whack off or mention sex for X number of weeks she'll think about taking him back. Then she could give him another low blow coupled with some public humiliation before she realizes what a bitch she's being and takes him back. BUT THAT'S JUST A POSSIBLE SCENARIO! ^^" I get schemy and elaborate sometimes. I have no idea what direction you're going to take it in, but still, this is awesome. I have to figure out what happens!! |
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| Verity | October 9, 2007, 1:21 am Post #445 |
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The Story Girl
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Thanks for the help girls, because I honestly don't know if she'll take him back either. I used to have this story planned out, but now it's becomming rather improvised. Sorry this next chapter is a little weak, a little too old fashioned perhaps. But I think Cecily does have a moment of brilliance towards the end. I wish I was that smart at five. Chapter 116- Flowers, Flowers, and More Flowers “Well if you ask me she’s just being difficult!” Cliff snapped as he and James traipsed back to their room. “I fucking groveled on the ground and proposed to her! What more does she want me to fucking do? Crawl around with my dick up my ass and bark like a seal?” “That would be fucking hot,” said James as he jammed their room key in the key hole and opened the door to their very nice, comfy, cozy, Martha Stewart-would-approve room. “Can you really stick your dick up your ass? That’s talent man.” “Fuck off,” Cliff snapped as he flopped down on one of the beds. “Dude!” James exclaimed. “They have HBO here. Emily sure does know how to pick the jacked up hotels.” Cliff picked up a piece of hotel stationary and began to rip it into pieces. With each piece that he ripped he said “she loves me, she’s me not. She loves me. She loves me not.” James shook his head, took the remote control, and turned his attention to HBO. “She loves me, she loves me not,” Cliff went on. By now, he was making quite a mess of little snippets of paper all over the hotel room floor. “They got too much potpourri and shit in this place,” James muttered. Cliff was down to the very last bit of paper. “She loves me!” he exclaimed and threw the last piece into the air. He flopped over onto his stomach, propped his elbows up on his pillow, and sighed. “That must mean that she does still love me,” he announced dreamily. “Well yeah dude,” answered James, eyes glued to HBO as if it were a brand new grand invention of life. “She loves you with all of her heart. That's why it really tore her to pieces when you just went out and slept with another chick.” “You make it sound so cryptic James!” Cliff exclaimed. “It is man,” James shrugged. “I’ve always known that you’re a dirty, old, coot but I never thought that you of all people would ever bang Claudia.” “She told me that if I let slept with her, she’d sign those papers for me tonight,” said Cliff. “I’m still worried that Claudia might try and pull some bullshit and not sign them. I was just trying to get them signed as soon as possible.” “Sure Cliff,” said James. “And the only reason that I screw chicks is because I’m doing my duty to God and Jesus by repopulating the earth. Claudia signing those papers! That’s a lame excuse.” “I have to get her back,” Cliff moaned. “I don’t see why you keep mooning over her,” said James as he leaned back into his nest of big, cushy, pillows that Kirk would really adore. “I’m sure that you can find another chick out there with nice boobs, nice ass, and who’s nice to Cecily.” “Emily is completely fucking nuts,” replied Cliff. “And that’s why I love her.” “You sure do have weird criteria for choosing women,” snorted James. Cliff reached over to the bedside table, and pulled the telephone by the cord over to him on the bed. “Who the fuck are you calling at this hour?” barked James. “Kirk,” Cliff replied. “Why in the hell are you calling that little fucker?” James asked. “Because,” Cliff said as he pulled out Aunt Josephine’s credit card and began to dial Kirk’s number. “I need his advice on how to help me get Emily back.” *** “Cecily,” Emily said softly the next morning. “You need to get up for school.” She gently shook the little girl who had been sleeping next to her. Emily couldn’t help it, but she felt like Cecily was her own little girl. It would be very difficult leaving her behind, especially since Cecily didn’t have a very loving mother. The little girl looked up to her, and it would be hard leaving her, and hurting her at the same time. “Must I go to school?” Cecily asked groggily. “Yes Cecily,” Emily replied. “But afterwards, I’ll pick you up and take you for lunch before I leave.” “You haven’t changed your mind?” asked Cecily. “You could stay here. You could give Cliff another chance.” Emily sighed. “Cecily, I only have a little more time with you. Let’s not waste it by talking about Cliff. He’s in the past. I don’t want to hear about him. He made such a spectacle of himself last night. Now let’s get you all prettied up for school. I’ll do your hair if you’d like.” Cecily nodded. She loved Cliff, but Emily was much better at doing her hair than he was, though he did try. Cecily had just come out of the shower, and was waiting patiently in a chair for Emily to come brush her hair when there was a knock on their door. Emily came raging out of the bathroom still in her bathrobe. She had her hair wrapped up in a towel. “Can’t Cliff leave me alone!” she cried. “I’m going to baste that motherfucker with a curling iron!” “Wow Miss Emily,” said Cecily. “You sure do talk like Mr. Cliff.” Emily blushed. “Oh dear,” she sighed. “Those Metallica boys are rubbing off on me. If I start becoming a raging sex maniac, shoot me.” The knock on the door came again. “You want me to go out there and tell Cliff to go away?” Cecily asked. Emily nodded. “I don’t wish to see or speak with him.” Cecily went over to the door, unlocked it, and slowly opened it a crack. She gasped. “It’s not Cliff!” she said. “It’s a delivery man. And he’s holding flowers! Lots of flowers, and they’re so very pretty.” “Delivery for Miss Emily Watkins,” the delivery dude announced as Emily came over and opened the door wider. They were beautiful flowers. There was a whole bouquet of lilies, white roses, orchids, and lilacs. They were neatly arranged in a crystal vase that was trimmed with purple ribbon. Just the smell of them was enough to light up the entire room. “Wow,” sighed Cecily as she buried her nose in them. “I’ve never had anyone send me flowers before. You’re so lucky Miss Emily.” “I’ve never had flowers sent to me before,” said Emily. “There’s a card,” Cecily noticed. She pulled a small card out of the flowers and offered it to Emily. “You read it dear,” Emily replied as she cleared off a spot on the desk for the flowers. Cecily cleared her throat and in her best voice read My Dearest Cherished Pussycat, I’m madly in love with you, and I know that I’ve hurt you. I deserve to be beaten and boiled in a pot of my own weed. I know that I don’t deserve you, but please give me a second chance. I’m no greater than a hemorrhoid on Lars’s ass. I’m missing you more than anything else in this entire world. I need you. Could we please start over? Love, Cliff Cecily looked up from the card. “I think Mr. James helped him write that,” she said. “But Mr. Kirk sure picked out the flowers and the ribbon. May I keep the purple ribbon Miss Emily?” “You can keep the entire bouquet,” Emily replied flatly, clearly unmoved by Cliff’s peace offering. “I don’t want them.” She turned away to go back into the bathroom and dry her hair. “He’s wasting his money,” Emily ranted over the hair dryer. “You can tell him that too Cess. Though I doubt he’s paying for it. Probably put them on Aunt Josephine’s credit card. I should write that woman a thank you note for her kindness. The poor thing. Having to deal with Cliff and his friends. I suppose I can write a decent thank you while I’m on the plane heading home tonight.” Cecily stared hopelessly at the flowers. They must have been very expensive. The fact that Emily hardly even would look at them was a very bad sign. Cecily had done nothing, to convince Emily to stay. Cliff would be so disappointed in her. She wasn’t doing her job. Emily had mentioned going on a plane that very night! She was running out of time, and had to act quickly, but how. She sat down and drummed her fingers on the desk. There was yet another knock on the door, and another delivery man with yet another fucking bouquet of flowers for Emily, this time pink ones. “There’s another card addressed to: Pussycat,” Cecily announced. Emily took the card out of Cecily’s hand, crinkled it up, and threw it in the trash. “You can have those flowers too Cecily,” she said and went back into the bathroom. Cecily sighed and set the pink flowers next to the other bouquet on the desk. By now, the desk was spilling over with the good smells of the flowers. As she buried her nose into one of the pink roses she noticed Emily’s purse sitting on the desk chair. She started to get an idea, an idea that could very well help Cliff. Cecily looked behind her to make sure that Emily wasn’t looking. Emily was busy doing her makeup in the bathroom. Swiftly, Cecily began to dig through Emily’s purse. In the side pocket she found what she needed: Emily’s passport. She took the passport out of the purse, and slid it into the pocket of her jeans. She knew that Emily couldn’t go anywhere without it. “Cecily dear!” an oblivious Emily called. “Want me to fix your hair now pretty one?” “Yes Ma’am,” replied Cecily. Just then, there was another knock on the door. “More flowers!” Emily gasped as she let the delivery man in. This bouquet was made purely of wildflowers, and they spilled out of the vase like a fireworks explosion gone wrong. “What’d Cliff do? Buy up a whole flower shop?” “I don’t know,” the delivery man shrugged. “He must really love you. I can see why though.” At first Cecily had felt very guilty for swiping Emily’s passport. She had never stolen anything in her entire life, not even candy. But as she watched Emily throw away another unopened card, and stuff another bouquet of flowers into the corner, she knew that she had done the right thing…. |
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| Raluque | October 9, 2007, 2:11 am Post #446 |
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yaaaaaaay!!! go go cess!!!! *Loved* the note! classy! but hey, i understand. he loves her and he's doing everything to get her back. go go cess!!! (have i said that before?) |
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| Shayi | October 9, 2007, 3:54 am Post #447 |
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My lordy lord. I'm glad in a way that Emily is sticking to her guns - Cliff (and the other Metallica boys by association) need to learn that you just do not treat women that way. It's not right. So go Emily for letting Cliff know that he can't walk all over her. Although I'm slightly sad as they were so so good together! On a short note - I love the fact that the Metallica boys are rubbing off on Emily, that bit really made me laugh! If Cliff isn't careful with all this flower buying I think he's not just going to have Emily to worry about - Aunt Josephine will probably be ready to smack him to Timbuctoo for spending so much damn money on her card just on flowers! And Cess - you devious little sod. I'm so so proud. Obviously the Metalli-boys have been rubbing off on her as well. Terrible influence but all to the good this time in my view This chapter was great - especially because it really helped to build on Emily's character and show that she's not just a girlfriend who happens to like Cess as well, but she's strong and feisty and damned well will not give in. A woman of principle. So yes - I was very impressed with this chapter. You really take the time to build characters which I think is great! |
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| Simone | October 9, 2007, 8:40 am Post #448 |
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what isn't Cecily doing for Cliff??? She loves him a lot and I can see that she looks to Emily like a daughter would look to her mother...aww Will the fuck sack sign the papers? or will she sign them and Cilff will then throw her off a cliff? second one seems better *evil laugh*This story is getting as big as a novel. :horns2 *really big round of applause for Verity* |
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| Lucifer's Angel | October 9, 2007, 8:40 am Post #449 |
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Wow, Cecily is such a smart little kid, Metallica is really rubbing off on her Now, Emily can't go anywhere, hmm? Cliff is really desperate, man he really loves her I hope Aunt Josephine doesn't get mad at Cilff, then again, I got a feeling she'd approve
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| Verity | October 10, 2007, 12:24 am Post #450 |
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I have reason to be pissy today, so I guess my characters in this story can get pissy too. But then again, they do have a reason. Chapter 117- Cliff Gets Even “Oh fuck nuggets,” Cliff sighed as he pulled his car in the driveway of Aunt Josephine’s vineyard. Aunt’s Josephine’s vineyard was overflowing with vehicles. She was holding a Garden Society meeting at her house. Cliff put his head down on the steering wheel, causing his hair to fall over his face. He whimpered. “Aw Cliffy,” said James as he nudged his friend. “Your Aunt has been awfully kick-ass to us. What’s wrong if she decides to have a party for herself for once?” “It’s not the fact that my Aunt is having her dippy garden friends over,” retorted Cliff. “It’s the fact that my mother is part of the Garden Society. She’s here. I don’t want to deal with her bullshit right now. More than likely, she knows what I did to Emily. She’s going to fucking kick my ass.” “I thought that your Mom was always proud of all of the beautiful women that you’ve bedded,” said James. “She was until Emily came along,” Cliff quipped as he lit a cigarette. After all, Emily was no longer around to shoot rubber bands off at him. “Now she likes Emily more than she likes me.” “I do too,” said James. “You dip ass!” Cliff snarled as he threw his cigarette lighter at James. “Come on. We’ll sneak in carefully, so that Mom, Aunt Jo, and all of their gossipy friends don’t see us.” As if they were two burglars staking out the joint, Cliff and James tiptoed around to the front of the house, since the garden party was going on in the back gardens. Cliff let them in through a side door. Now if they could just make it to the kitchen, all would be perfect. Cliff wanted to ask Brunhilda if Emily had called. After all, she must have received all of the beautiful flower arrangements that he had sent by now. She must be wanting him back. As soon as they hit the doorway to the kitchen, Cliff’s heart sank. His mother and Aunt Josephine were right there in the kitchen with Brunhilda. “The very fact that he slept with that whore makes my skin crawl!” said Mrs. Burton. “I could deal with him banging a ten cent crack whore easier than I could deal with him sleeping with that Claudia skank. I can’t believe he threw away such a wonderful girl such as Emily.” “The poor thing went running off to a hotel for the night,” said Aunt Josephine. “She’s already had her heart broken by someone once, and now Cliff did it to her again.” “Way to go Cliff you asshole!” hissed James. Cliff scowled. Finally, the two ladies left the kitchen, and made their way back outside to the garden party. Cliff and James entered the kitchen. Brunhilda was working on frosting a scrumptious looking lemon cake. “Hey Brunhilda,” Cliff greeted. “Did Emily call here by any chance?” “No,” Brunhilda answered. “I can’t say that she did. Why would she? You slept around behind her back.” “Dude!” Cliff gasped. “I’m not the first guy to ever cheat on a woman before!” “Yeah, but you’re not supposed to get caught,” said James as he stuck his finger right into Brunhilda’s pristinely iced cake, and licked icing off the end of it. Cliff glanced at the clock on the stove. “She should have gotten at least nine flower arrangements by now,” he said. “I told Kirk to pick out the works. How many fucking flowers do I have to send her?” “It takes more than flowers to mend a broken heart my love,” said Brunhilda as she refilled her pastry bag with tinted butter cream icing. “Now be a dear and hand me my spectacles so that I can see to ice this cake.” Cliff glumly located Brunhilda’s spectacles sitting on top of the breadbox, and handed them over to her. “I miss her,” he sighed as he sat down at the kitchen counter. “I know you do,” said Brunhilda. “I can tell. If only Miss Emily could see right now.” “I can’t believe I was so stupid,” said Cliff. “Sleeping with that nasty bitch Claudia!” “Speaking of Claudia,” said James as he stole a couple of petit fours from the party tray and popped them into his mouth. “Where is the crusty whore?” “She and young master Lars haven’t been around all day,” Brunhilda replied as she frowned at James for picking through her finely prepared and labored party food. “Oh God!” Cliff exclaimed. He got up at once from the counter and bolted out of the kitchen. “Cliff!” yelled James. “Where are you going?” Cliff ran sprinted out into the parlor and ran smack right into his mother. “Clifford!” she scolded. “No running in the house. You’ll slip on the wood floor and break something. I swear that you function like a ten-year-old half of the time. And I need to have a word with you.” “Fuck off Mom!” Cliff yelled as he pushed her out of the way. “I’m twenty-three fucking years old now! I’ll run through the house if I want to. Hell, I’ll piss on the house if I want!” “Okay that’s it!” Mrs. Burton roared. “I’m going to wash your fucking mouth out with soap!” She ran off to fetch a bar of it. Cliff ignored her and ran up the stairs. He’d worry about her and her bullshit later. He made a quick stop in his own bedroom. The papers for Claudia to sign were lying there on the floor next to his bed. He swiped them up and then made his way down the hall to Lars’s room. From outside the door, he could hear the sounds of the bed shaking back and forth, and the squeaky mattress. He heard Claudia squeal. “Fucking bitch,” Cliff muttered as he pushed open the door. The smell of hot, rancid, sex and butt sweat filled the room. Claudia had exercised her dominance, and was on top of Lars bobbing up and down like a rubber duck in a tank at the county fair. Lars was babbling in Danish, but the sight of Cliff storming through the doorway of his room pulled him out of his rant. “Good Lord Cliff!” he squawked. “Get the fock out of my room!” Claudia shrieked and rolled off of Lars at once. “No wonder Cecily barges in on people!” she wailed. “You do it too! Don’t you know how to fucking knock you turd?” “I sure do!” Cliff snapped. “And I’m going to knock your face in you stupid shitty gnarly bitch-cunt from hell!” He roughly pushed Claudia out of the bed. She fell completely naked to the floor, screaming. “Lars! Lars! Help!” Lars just sat there in the bed dumbfounded, as if he were watching a new movie. Cliff hovered over Claudia, and pinned her down to the floor. He raised his hand to a fist to slug the living shit out of her, but froze it in mid air. His Dad had always told him that the Burton men sure did fuck a lot of women, but they never, ever, ever hit them. He sighed. He couldn’t do it. He lowered his fist. Instead, he kept her pinned to the ground. Claudia whimpered. “You fucking sign my papers now!” he demanded, and thrust them into her face. “But once I sign those papers, I’ll no longer be Cecily’s mother,” Claudia moaned. “Can’t I have at least one more day?” “You’re dead to Cecily,” Cliff snarled. “The kid fucking hates you and so do I! You told me last night that if I slept with your disgusting, nasty, ugly, pig body that you would sign them. Now do it!” He shoved an ink pen into her face. Claudia looked at him fearfully. Cliff’s face was completely scarlet. His grip on her was hard. So hard, that his knuckles were turning white. “You’re hurting me Cliff!” she moaned. “Good,” Cliff spat. “You’re lucky I don’t fucking kill you after what you did to me and Emily! You ruined the best thing that I had!” Tears began to sting Claudia’s eyes. Some of it was because Cliff really was hurting her. He was a lot bigger and stronger than she was. The other part of it was she was signing away Cecily. The document even said that she terminated all rights as Cecily’s mother. She no longer would have any say in Cecily’s welfare forever. Instead, she would be appointing Cliff as the one and only person who could make any decision regarding Cecily’s well being, until the child turned eighteen. “Sign the fucking papers Claudia!” Cliff demanded. Claudia closed her eyes, and turned her face away, not wanting to look as she quickly scrawled her signature right on the dotted line. Her daughter was now Cecily Virginia Burton, and she now belonged to someone else. “Are you fucking happy now?” she spat. “No,” Cliff muttered. “I want you to get the fuck out of here. Then, I’ll be happy. Get out now!” "I have two more days,” said Claudia. “That’s when my return flight is.” “I don’t give a shit,” Cliff replied. “Get out! Out of my house! I never want to see you again!” “But I’ll never see my little girl again!” Claudia cried, tears now streaming down her face as she sat there naked, on the floor, rather pathetically. “Please let me stay two more days so that I can at least see her.” “You don’t fucking give a shit about Cecily,” Cliff snapped. “The only reason that you want to stay around here for two more days is so that you can get some more fucks in.” “Sounds good to me,” Lars piped up from the bed. Cliff slugged him over the head with a pillow. “You’ve been a disgraceful mother to Cecily!” Cliff yelled at Claudia. “It’s a wonder that girl is even capable of loving anyone after the horrifying way that you’ve treated her!” “She was my baby,” Claudia sobbed. “Fuck that shit,” Cliff spat. “You have an hour to get your shit packed and get the fuck out of my Aunt’s house!” “Aw man!” squawked Lars. “That barely gives us time to fuck before she leaves.” Cliff picked up an ugly small china statue and hurled it in Lars’s direction. It hit the headboard of the bed and smashed. “Fuck you!” he screamed, as he stomped out of the room slamming the door. “Fuck you all!” He stalked off to his own bedroom, totally unaware that all of Aunt Josephine’s garden party friends were listening, absolutely horrified…. |
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not a fuck-sack like Claudia!!!




Hah, trying to pay the valet with a joint was class
Good that Cliff stood up to that fucker, how dare he yell at Cecily like that?
I like James' scenario, I hope they do get it on, after they make up, of course
Emily and Cecily are so sweet together, and Cliff was so intense. He really loves her, and she should take her back, and Aunt Josephine can give her a one way ticket to Denmark :horns2
Emily and
Cliff is really desperate, man he really loves her 
8:42 PM Jul 10