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| Raedoll | October 12, 2007, 1:05 pm Post #466 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Claudia sucks, and Cliff needs to SPILL on why he slept with that nasty gutterwhore. I love Cecily and Mrs. Burton together, Cecily needs somebody to look up to now that Emily's gone and since Cliff hasn't told her the exact reason why he tried Claudia. *sigh* Kirk's coming back into the picture, and Mrs. Hammett is...I don't know what she'll do. *sighs again*. |
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| Verity | October 12, 2007, 4:16 pm Post #467 |
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The Story Girl
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I feel better about this chapter. I think it's better than the last. Thanks for sticking with me, this story is therapy for me, and I had a rough day, so I was really happy to just sit here and churn this out. Chapter 120- Cliff Attempts to Make a Giant Cookie “Damn. Fuck,” Cliff muttered as he hung over a cookbook. “How the fuck do we do this?” Because of the mess that he and James had made earlier, Cliff had been sentenced by Brunhilda to making a batch of cookies. James was out cleaning the pool, or at least attempting to try and clean it. One horny old lady was still left over from Aunt Josephine’s garden party, and she was lingering around James as he fished leaves out of the water with the net, flinging them down onto the ground. Lars had taken Claudia to the airport. Cecily sat perched up on the kitchen counter watching Cliff as he frowned at the cookie recipe. “I’m sure that if anyone can figure it out, you can Daddy,” she said, just looking for excuses to say the word “daddy.” The Misfits played quietly on the kitchen radio. “That’s really sweet Honey,” Cliff replied as he raked his hair out of his face with his hand, and pushed back his sleeves. “But I’ve never baked anything before.” “No, but you’ve certainly been baked,” pointed out Cecily innocently. Cliff rolled his eyes at her, though he was quite amused. “You should be a comedian Cess,” he grunted. “Since you’re little miss smarty pants, why don’t you figure it out?” he asked. “You know how to roll the perfect joint. You should be able to figure out baking cookies.” “The only reason I know how to roll the perfect joint is because I’ve watched you do it,” Cecily replied. “Your Mom was a pastry chef Cecily,” Cliff reminded her. “Didn’t you ever watch her bake cookies?” “She’d take me to work with her sometimes,” said Cecily. “But she never let me near the baking area. She said that I’d mess everything up.” “You’ve never baked any shit with her at all?” Cliff asked. “Cakes? Pies? Little gingerbread fuckers?” Even Cliff could admit that he had baked shit with his own mother, and he had gotten baked with her, which was even better. Cecily shook her head. “I asked her to bake cupcakes with me for school once and she said that she did that kind of shit all day long, and didn’t want to do it after she got home from work.” “That’s brutal,” said Cliff. “Oh well.” He shoved his finger into the mixing bowl, and pulled out a glob of cookie dough. He popped it into his mouth. “You shouldn’t eat raw cookie dough,” Cecily preached from her perch on the countertop. “It’s bad for you.” “Cecily,” said Cliff as he happily licked cookie dough off of his fingers. “I spend my days smoking grass and tripping out on shrooms. I don’t that think doing a little cookie dough is going to make a pissload of difference.” “Suit yourself,” replied Cecily. Cliff took out a cookiesheet and placed it on the kitchen counter. “You think Brunhilda would mind if we just baked one big huge-ass cookie?” he asked. “I hope not,” said Cecily. “That sounds like fun Daddy.” Just then, Lars came through the kitchen door. “You got the cookies done yet?” he barked. “We haven’t even gotten them in the oven yet,” answered Cliff. “We’re going to make one big cookie.” “Why the fock would you do that?” snarled Lars. “Because I want to,” Cliff replied as he spooned batter onto the cookiesheet. “So, is the tramp gone?” “She is,” nodded Lars. “Bye bye on a plane. At least I got to bone her one last time inside a stall in the airport ladies room.” “Enough Lars!” Cliff scolded. He gestured over towards Cecily. “That’s alright Daddy,” Cecily replied as she began to help him spoon batter onto the cookiesheet. “I know that my Mum’s a slut. I saw her in the pool with James right before she left. She didn’t even say goodbye to me.” A small tear trickled out of the corner of Cecily’s eye. “I’m sorry Sweetie,” Cliff said. He reached out and gently patted her on the head. “It’s for the best though. She really wasn’t a good mother or influence to you.” “She could have said goodbye though!” Cecily whined. “I guess Mr. James was more important.” “Don’t be so hard on yourself kid,” said Lars as he happily scarfed up the bits of cookie dough that Cliff dripped on the countertop. “You just don’t have the dick that James has. Anyway, Dallas is coming on now. Let me know when you two dumbfocks finally finish the cookies. Ciao.” And he sauntered out of the room. “I’m sorry Cecily,” Cliff said as he watched her neatly mold the cookie dough into one, big, giant-ass cookie on the sheet. “It’s okay,” she sighed. “I’m just happy that I get to be your daughter. I love being your daughter.” “That’s good,” replied Cliff. “Because you’re going to be Cecily Burton forever.” “Well, at least until I get married,” pointed out Cecily. “Then I’ll be Cecily Hammett.” “Oh God Cecily,” Cliff made a face. That little slime bastard is probably scoring with Emily right now as we speak. She’s vulnerable, she’s on the rebound, and Kirk’s handsome and he smells nice. “We’re sure as hell making one huge-ass cookie,” Cecily observed as she admired their giant blob of cookie dough. “Don’t say hell and ass Cess,” Cliff scolded. “You don’t tan animal hydes at a taxidermy.” “Sorry,” Cecily blushed. “Do you think that our big cookie will be good?” “I think that it’ll be good enough for Sir Geezer Butler himself,” Cliff replied proudly as he shoved the cookiesheet into the oven. “Sir?” Cecily asked. “I didn’t know that Geezer Butler had been knighted.” “Smoke a joint with me sometime,” replied Cliff. “In la la stoned Cliff Land he’s been knighted a couple of times.” “We should send him our giant cookie,” Cecily suggested. “I think that sounds like a fabulous idea,” Cliff replied. “Now as Geezer’s cookie is baking, why don’t you show me that one math question that you were having a problem with earlier in your homework?” Cecily nodded, and ran to get her math workbook. Cliff had just started to rinse out the mixing bowl when the doorbell rang. “Oh fuck,” Cliff muttered. Brunhilda had been dismissed that evening since she had slaved away all day on Aunt Josephine’s garden party. She wouldn’t be around to answer the door. “Answer the fucking door Lars!” Cliff bellowed. “I will on the commercial!” Lars snapped from the living room. The doorbell rang again. “I let you guys stay in my home free of charge, and bring over your trampy skank whores!” Aunt Josephine bellowed from the living room where she was watcing Dallas with Lars. “One of you can at least answer the god damn door!” Cliff had no choice. He threw down his dish rag and marched out towards the parlor. He had bits of gooey cookie dough stuck in the ends of his hair, and flour had sprinkled all the way down to the knees of his bellbottoms. Chocolate was smeared across his cheek. Cliff yelled again to his aunt. “What if it’s the Mormons again?” he asked. “Send them away!” yelled Aunt Josephine. “We have no use for their kind here.” Cliff sighed as he opened the door. Believe it or not, he would have much rather of had a couple of Mormon dudes standing there upon his doorstep than the person who was there: Kirk Hammett. “Hey Cliffy!” he greeted chipperly. He looked totally boiling-hot-bad-ass in a brand new black leather bomber style jacket, with a matching scarf. His freshly washed hair hung in perfect spiral curls all the way down his back. He was holding a pie. “My mother made this for your aunt,” he said as he handed Cliff the pie. “It’s her famous raspberry rhubarb pie. It won first prize at last year’s Christmas Extravaganza.” “Whoop dee do,” Cliff said sardonically as he took the pie and frowned at it. He looked up past Kirk, and to his horror he saw Emily standing there watching, her hands shoved in the pocket of her jeans. At any other time, Cliff would have been over the moon to see Emily standing there at his Aunt’s villa, but at the moment he felt dumpy and dingy with his flour stained jeans, and chocolate down the front of himself. It didn’t help that Kirk seemed to be all hooched up to the nines. “Anyway,” Kirk prattled on. “Emily and I just wanted to look around in her room for her passport. We’re hoping that if we can find it by ten o’clock tonight, she could at least get on the midnight flight to New York City. It would get her particially home.” “Yeah,” Cliff mumbled as he stepped away from the door, letting Kirk and Emily inside the house. “By jove!” Kirk declared as he stepped inside. “It smells simply heavenly in here. Just like my Mama’s house. Brunhilda must be baking something special.” “Brunhilda’s not doing squat,” Cliff replied as he gave Emily a shy glance. She looked away from him immediately. Cliff continued “Cecily and I are making one big giant cookie to send to Geezer Butler.” “Oooooh!” Kirk exclaimed. “That sounds like so much fun. May I help?” “We don’t need your help,” Cliff returned harshly. Kirk looked hurt. Cliff immediately felt bad for snapping at him. “I mean, we’ve already put it in the oven,” he babbled on. “It’s almost done.” “Okay,” Kirk replied, brighting a little but still seeming a little offended. “Mind if I use the bathroom?” Cliff shook his head. “Cool,” Kirk replied. He turned to Emily. “I’m just going to make a quick pit stop, and then we can look for your passport.” He took off towards one of Aunt Josephine’s many fabulously decorated powderrooms that were scattered throughout her villa. Cliff and Emily were left in the parlor. Alone. “You look beautiful Pussycat,” Cliff said. Emily scowled. “You have chocolate on your face,” she returned. Cecily came flying down the stairs holding her math book. At the sight of Emily standing in the parlor she broke out into a huge grin. “Miss Emily!” she exclaimed as she flew into her arms. “You came back!” “I’m just here to pick up my passport Sweetie,” Emily replied as she held Cecily close. “I’m trying to get out on a plane tonight.” “Can’t you stay the night Miss Emily?” Cecily pressed. “Daddy and I are making cookies, and he’s going to help me with my math homework. My Mum signed those papers, so I’m officially Cecily Burton now. I have a Dad!” “That’s nice Sweetie,” Emily said to Cecily. She turned to Cliff. “You better take good care of her,” she said firmly. “Of course I will!” Cliff exclaimed. “Why wouldn’t I?” “Sometimes you don’t take very good care of the things that you supposedly love,” Emily retorted. “Emily, we need to talk,” said Cliff. “I’m here to fetch my passport,” said Emily. “Not reopen closed wounds. 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| Lucifer's Angel | October 12, 2007, 4:33 pm Post #468 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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Hah, Cliff baking cookies with Emily Hah, they want to send it to Geezer Butler. And how Cecily knew how to roll a joint, but not bake cookies And James and the old chick, how gross, but so like James I guess a little cookie dough won't hurt
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| Verity | October 12, 2007, 11:26 pm Post #469 |
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The Story Girl
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I'm inspired, sort of. So here's a 2nd chapter for toooday. Though I don't know if it even does a damn thing for the plot of the story. Okay, back to my cave. Chapter 121- Fun with Numbers Kirk and Emily had torn the whole fucking room apart. No passport. It wasn’t anywhere. “I’ll never get to go home!” Emily wistfully sighed as she threw herself down on the bed. “Maybe it’s in the bathroom?” Kirk suggested. “Why the fuck would it be in there?” Emily snarled irritably. “It’s not exactly bathroom reading now is it?” “I was just trying to help,” Kirk replied as he sadly gazed out the window. He spotted James down near the pool with some old lady groping him. Was he that hard up for some puss? “I’m sorry Kirk,” said Emily. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. You’ve been such a dear picking me up at the airport, and giving me a place to stay. I owe you.” “Just give me free fabric scraps from the miliner’s shop for the rest of my life,” Kirk replied. “You deserve more than just the scraps,” Emily said. “I’ll give you first dibs whenever we get in a new shipment of fine silk. Honestly Kirk. You’ve been so kind. I was really worried about where I’d stay if I couldn’t find my passport.” “It’s not like you would have been on the street,” Kirk pointed out. “Cliff would have let you stay here.” “Uck,” Emily shuddered. “I’d rather live at the airport than stay with him.” “Aw Emily,” Kirk said as he sat down next to her on the bed. “Cliff really does love you. I know that he does. Cliff’s banged a lot of women in his day. Fabulous women. Fantastic women. Beautiful women. Devestatingly beautiful women. He’s done women who could dance, sing, and play the lute, but he’s never felt about them the way that he feels about you.” “Why do you say that?” Emily asked unimpressed. “Does he bang other women behind their backs too?” “He’s never asked any of them to marry him,” said Kirk. “He’s asked you twice.” “Once was just a fake marriage proposal,” Emily reminded him. “Remember? In order to keep Cecily.” “Yeah,” Kirk nodded. “He’d do anything to keep Cecily, and he’d do anything to keep you. Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps Cliff had a reason for sleeping with Claudia?” “It felt good!” Emily squawked. “Does he need anymore reason than that? He wanted his dick sucked. Apparently Claudia has something that I don’t have. Men seemed to be lined up around the globe to sleep with her.” “I wonder if she’s all that she’s cracked up to be,” Kirk wondered aloud. “Too bad I’ll never get to give her a poke. She’s already gone.” *** Meanwhile, down in the kitchen, Geezer’s cookie was happily baking. Cliff and Cecily were sitting at the kitchen table doing math homework. Cliff was trying to help Cecily with basic subtraction, with his own Cliff Burton flair. “So,” he said in a very academic tone. “Say old, crochety, Larsy-poo buys a ten ounce bag of weed from me for thity dollars.” “Gee Daddy,” said Cecily as she scribbled the information down in her notepad. “That sounds like some awfully cheap-ass weed.” “That is very right my girl,” Cliff replied as he lit a cigarette (his quitting smoking days were over since he didn’t have to go through social services). “Never buy a ten ounce bag of weed for under fifty dollars. It’s the bad stuff. It’ll leave you feeling shitty the next morning.” “Okay,” nodded Cecily, though she didn’t see how this was helping her with her math homework. “Anyway,” Cliff went on. “He pays for it with a fifty dollar bill. How much would I give him back in change?” “You could always keep the change,” Cecily suggested. “I could,” said Cliff as he blew a trail of smoke into the air. “But then Lars would probably come and kick my ass. I have to give him something back.” Cecily scribbled the numbers down in her notebook and frowned at them. As she was working it out Kirk and Emily entered the room. “Find Emily’s passport yet?” Cliff asked, even though he knew the answer. Emily’s passport was safely tucked away in his back pocket. “No,” Emily said sadly. She looked as if she were going to dissolve into tears at any given moment. “That’s too bad Pussycat,” said Cliff. “Shut up Cliff!” Emily snapped. “Twenty dollars!” Cecily cried as she waved her pencil in the air. “You’d give Lars twenty dollars back in change.” “That is correct,” Cliff said happily. “You’re so fucking smart Cess.” “Only because I have the smartest Dad in the world,” Cecily gushed. She turned to Emily and smiled. “My Dad is helping me with my math homework.” “Oh is he really?” said Emily. She shot Cliff a frosty look. “Here’s another math question for you Cecily.” “Okay,” Cecily said as she got her pencil ready. “Say that your Dad bangs seven chicks in the morning, and then he bangs four more that afternoon, and then by that evening, he’s banged twelve more. How many chicks has he banged total?” “Damn I sure wish,” Cliff muttered sullenly as he watched Cecily scrawl down the numbers. Obviously, Emily was still miffed at him. Emily watched as Cliff helped Cecily line up the numbers neatly in a column and add them up. He was such a good father. Really he was. It was a shame that he had cheated on her because she could have been really happy with him. She noticed as he lit another cigarette. “You’re smoking again,” said Emily. “I don’t have a beautiful woman around anymore to make sure that I don’t,” Cliff retorted. “You have the answer yet Cess?” “Twenty-three,” answered Cecily proudly. “You banged twenty-three chicks in one day.” “Absomotherfuckinglutely,” Cliff replied. “Who banged twenty-three chicks in one day?” asked James as he entered the kitchen, the horny old lady friend clinging to his arm as if James were a walker. He whistled. “That’s impressive.” “Never mind James,” Emily sighed. “Hey Emily,” James greeted. “You and Cliffy back together yet? If not, you could always come see the fields of Hetfield.” “I think I’ll pass James,” Emily said. “Suit yourself,” James shrugged as he turned to his old lady friend. “Come on Mildred,” he said. “I’ll show you my room.” James and Mildred shuffled out of the room. “He’s not going to sleep with her is he?” Emily asked. “She’s a cougar,” Cliff replied. “Cougars are sometimes the best in the sack.” “And she’s too old to get pregnant,” chirped in Kirk. “Which makes her even better.” “I’m sorry but that’s just gross,” Cecily said from over her homework. “Aww,” said Cliff. “I grossed out my daughter. You silly motherfucker!” He began to tickle Cecily, sending her into laughter. “What’s going on out here?” Aunt Josephine asked as she and Lars came into the kitchen. She was very surprised to see Emily of all people standing there. “Emily!” she exclaimed. “It’s nice to have you here. Has my wonderful host nephew offered you anything to drink?” “No. He hasn’t,” replied Emily. “I’m sorry Pussycat,” Cliff said as he set Cecily in his lap. “You want me to make you a cocktail?” “That’s quite alright,” Emily said. “We were here looking for my passport, and it isn’t here. I guess I’m just going to have to order a new one.” “Your passport is missing?” Aunt Josephine repeated. “That’s odd.” “I know,” said Emily. “I never took it out of my purse. I always kept it in there. All I want to do is just go home, and now I can’t. It could take months for them to send me a new one.” She sank down in a chair and fought to hold back tears. She didn’t want to be blubbering in front of Cliff and his aunt. Cecily looked up at Cliff. He gave her a look that told her to keep her mouth shut. Truthfully, Cecily felt like they had gone too far. They needed to give poor Emily her passport back. She was near tears. “You are more than welcome to stay here,” Aunt Josephine offered. “It was fun having you around.” “I’m staying at Kirk’s,” said Emily. “Emily is going to teach me how to make crochet dolls,” Kirk announced. “Yeah,” Emily sighed wistfully. She put her head down on the table, trying so hard not to break down into tears. Having Aunt Josephine there only reminded Emily of how fond she had grown for the woman. She was not only going to miss Cecily, but she’d miss Aunt Josephine too. “I think that I’m going to put the tea kettle on,” Aunt Josephine announced. “You look like you could use a cup of tea.” She went over to the stove. Emily tried to hold back tears but she couldn’t any longer. A few stubborn ones started to slowly trickle down her face. She buried her face in her arms, hoping that no one would notice. Unfortunately, Cliff noticed. He sat down in the chair that was right next to her. “I’m sorry Emily,” he said softly. And he put his arms around her… |
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| Raedoll | October 12, 2007, 11:50 pm Post #470 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Oh dear God I hope she doesn't smack him. CLIFF TELL HER THE TRUTH AS TO WHY YOU SLEPT WITH THAT NASTY BALL OF FUCK! ;_: She needs to know!! Kirk makes sense! he makes a point!!! Whaaa!!!. Emily has right to be mad but sometimes...boys are just...STUPID!!! And Cliff takes the cake but he knows when he's fucked up bad!. Blwarh. |
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| Verity | October 13, 2007, 11:07 am Post #471 |
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The Story Girl
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I'm on a roll this weekend. Anyway, I must get ready to go to work. But that's a good thing because they have coffee at work, and they let me have some. Chapter 122- Love and Lies “Don’t touch me!” Emily gasped. She batted Cliff’s arm away from her. “I was only trying to help,” Cliff mumbled. “You seem upset Pussycat.” “Don’t call me that!” snarled Emily. “Believe me Cliff.You’ve already done your share in making me upset.” Cliff bit his bottom lip and stared at the trail of cigarette smoke that was drifting up from his ashtray. The sound of the oven timer going off broke the silence. “Geezer’s cookie is finished!” Cecily cried. “I think that we should give it to Miss Emily instead.” “I think that Miss Emily would much rather have her passport,” said Cliff as he shot Emily a look. He got up to get the cookie out of the oven. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Emily demanded. “Cliff. Do you know where my passport is? Do you have it? Did you fucking steal it from me?” Cliff ignored her as he put on one of Brunhilda’s oven mitts. He couldn’t burn his fabulous bassist hands. “Answer me Cliff!” Emily squawked. “Oh pissfuck!” Cliff yelped as he removed the cookiesheet. “Looks like our big cookie didn’t come out so well. Fuck.I wouldn’t even feed it to Claudia, let alone to Sir Geezer Butler. Not even Lars would eat it.” Geezer’s cookie had baked into a giant, flattened, lumpy mass that was plastered onto the cookie sheet. Cliff had forgotten to grease the sheet. He tried to scrape it off of the cookiesheet, but had no luck. It was broiled onto it for all eternity. “Oh no!” Cecily cried. “We can’t send that to Sir Geezer Butler. He won’t like us anymore.” “I know,” said Cliff. “Whatever are we going to do Cecily?” “Excuse me!” Emily bellowed cutting in. “But I have more important things on my mind right now than sending random people that I don’t know personally cookies.” “Fuck that,” snarled Cliff. “He’s Geezer motherfucking Butler. You don’t have to know him personally. He’s a badass, so therefore you send him cookies.” Cliff dumped the cookiesheet into the garbage can. Aunt Josephine was rich. She could buy another one. “Go down to the fucking store and buy him some cookies,” Emily hissed through clenched teeth. “Did you take my passport Cliff?” “That’s a fine idea Pussycat,” Cliff sighed. “Let’s take a nice little romantic walk down to the Circle K. What kind of cookies should we buy for Sir Geezer?” “Molasses,” answered Kirk. “Shut the fuck up!” Emily and Cliff snarled at him in unison. “I want my passport Cliff!” Emily demanded. “That passport was my personal property and you had no right in taking it. I can’t believe you would pull a stunt like this. Actually, I can believe it because you’re a digusting creep from hell!” “I didn’t take your fucking passport Emily!” Cliff snapped.”I know where it is, but I wasn’t the one who took it. And I’m not a digusting creep. I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved any girl that I’ve met. I slept with Claudia because she told me that if I slept with her, she’d sign those papers and leave. I just wanted to get her out of my life and out of Cecily’s life. It was just empty sex. It meant nothing. I’m not even attracted to Claudia.” “Oh come on Cliff,” snorted Lars. “Her measurements have got to be 34-23-34. How can you not be attracted to that? You’d be out of your mind! Those pillowy boobs!” “Fuck off you Danish dildo!” Cliff barked. “You’re wrecking everything.” “What the fock did I do?” gasped Lars. “There’s no crime in admitting that Claudia is hot. She’s a slut. She’s a bitch. But what she does in the sack does feel really good. Didn’t it?” “It did,” Cliff admitted. “So there you have it,” said Lars. “Anyway, Dallas is coming back on. Toodles.” “I don’t care if when Claudia cums she cums gold,” Emily spat. “I want my fucking passport Cliff! Now where is it? And just who took it?” “You’re so fucking hot when you’re angry Pussycat,” Cliff observed. “I’d bone you in a heartbeat.” He reached out to grab her around the waist, but Emily pulled away from him. “Knock it off Cliff! I told you! Don’t call me Pussycat!” Emily screeched. Cliff got down on one knee once again and got out the skull ring. “Marry me Emily,” he demanded. “Come on. Do it. Just for the hell of it. I’ll make you so fucking happy.” “Oh please say yes Emily!” Kirk cried. “I could plan the most fabulous wedding, with a gazebo and a trellis of flowers, and crepe myrtle.” Emily fished the cookiesheet out of the trash and held it up over Cliff’s head. “Get up off of your knees! You look ridiculous! Now give me back my passport Cliff!” she hissed violently. “Or else I’m going to crack this cookiesheet over your head.” “Please Miss Emily!” Cecily cried as she ran over to barricade herself inbetween Cliff and Emily’s cookiesheet. “Don’t hurt my Dad! He had nothing to do with snatching up your passport! I took it! I stole it out of your purse.” Emily lowered the cookiesheet. “You did what?” she asked. Cecily fell down into tears. “I stole it,” she sobbed. “I swiped it right out of your purse while we were at the hotel.” “Why would you do such a thing to me Cecily?” Emily asked. Cecily could see the hurt and disappointment in Emily’s face. “I just wanted you to stay,” Cecily cried, the tears coming faster. “My real mother doesn’t care about me. She never spends any time with me, or tells me that I’m pretty, but you do all of that for me. I think of you as my Mum. I wanted you around, so I figured that if I took your passport you couldn’t abandon me. All I wanted was a mother.” “Come here Cecily,” Cliff said gently as he held his arms out to Cecily. A tearful Cecily gladly fell into Cliff’s arms. “I’m sorry baby,” he said. “You may not have a mother, but at least you have me.” “I’m a horrible person!” Cecily cried. “No you’re not,” said Cliff as he smoothed her hair. “You’ve had a lot of horrible shit happen to you, and you didn’t deserve any of it.” He noticed Emily watching them, her face expressionless. He reached into his back pocket, and took the passport. “Here’s your fucking passport,” he snarled. He threw it down onto the kitchen counter, and then went back to consoling Cecily. Emily snatched it up and put it safely into her pocket. “I’m touched that you wanted me to stay Cecily,” she said. “But you shouldn’t have taken my passport. I have to get home, and I can’t go anywhere without it. I’m no longer wanted around here anymore.” “I just fucking asked you to marry me Emily,” Cliff snarled. “What more do I need to do in order to make you feel wanted?” “I can’t trust you Cliff,” said Emily. “Cecily, may I have a hug goodbye?” Cecily shook her head. “Please Cecily?” Emily begged. “I love you. I know that you’re mad at me for leaving, but someday when you’re my age you’ll certainly understand why I can’t be with your Dad anymore.” Cecily just buried her face into Cliff, and started crying even louder. “Go away!” Cliff snarled. “You’re only making her more upset!” “Just like you did when you decided to lie to her about who her real father was,” snapped Emily. “Fuck off,” shot Cliff. “I think that by now, I’ve made up for that. Just get out of here Emily! You’re throwing it all away! You’re throwing away a beautiful life together just because of some stupid pride, or some shit like that!” “I’m not the one who threw it away!” said Emily. “You did, by sleeping with that whore! I don’t care what your reasons for sleeping with her are, whether they were for Cecily, or because she gives the best blowjobs on the planet. You did it, and you lied about it. You lied to Cecily, to me, to Social Services, and even to poor Philippa.” “Get the fuck out!” Cliff squawked. “I’m glad that you won’t marry me, because I don’t love you anymore!” “That’s another lie Dad,” sobbed Cecily. “Shut up Cess!” Cliff snarled. Emily did not need to be told to leave again. “Come on Kirk!” she said as she gently tugged on his arm. “Let’s get me home.” “It’s past ten,” Kirk replied. “We won’t be able to get you on a plane tonight, but you can sleep in the spare bedroom at my house. Perhaps I can get a crochet lesson in the morning?” “Yeah,” Emily muttered miserably. She turned to Cecily one last time. Without looking at Cliff, which was hard to do since he was holding her, she threw her arms around the little girl and gave her a hug. Tears hung in Emily’s eyes. “Goodbye Cecily,” she said. “If you ever get a chance to go to overseas sometime when you’re older, please look me up.” She hurried out of the room. Poor Kirk lagged behind, watching Cliff and Cecily. “Come on Cecily,” Cliff said. “Let’s quit crying. They’ll be other girls for me to play with. Let’s make Geezer another cookie.” Cecily shook her head. “How come you just had to do it?” she cried. “Why did you have to sleep with my Mum? Couldn’t you have kept your dick in your pants?” “Cecily, I hang around with James,” said Cliff. “I don’t have the best of influences around me.” “Aren’t you going to try to beg her to stay?” asked Kirk. “You two belong together.” “I just tried,” said Cliff. “She doesn’t want me, and she’s right. I’ve lied to everyone. 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| Raedoll | October 13, 2007, 11:27 am Post #472 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Well that really, really, really sucks. I can agree with Emily about being hurt and as the quote states. Hell Hath no Fury like a Woman Scorned. Emily makes excellent points, but so do Cliff and Cecily. They sort of outnumber her. *sigh* I suppose this will make Cliff learn a lesson. And teach Cecily about no matter how much you love someone, you shouldn't do the wrong thing to make them happy. *sigh*. Congratulations on being on a roll though, that's always good. |
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| Simone | October 13, 2007, 1:49 pm Post #473 |
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Ohh hell how could've this happen?? I CAN"T MOTHERFUCKING BELIEVE IT!!!!!! Poor Cecily,but mostly poor Emily their hearts are broken into thousands of pieces by that slut-bag Claudia I really,really wish Emily would forgive Cliffy they need each other Verityyyyy...make them get back together *crying smilie*
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| Verity | October 13, 2007, 6:39 pm Post #474 |
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I think you gals will like this chapter. I'm finally getting somewhat around to resolving things. I'm also thrilled that y'all decided to fight for Cliff and Emily. If you hadn't, I don't know what would have become of them. You people rock. Chapter 123- Kirk Speaks his Mind Emily sat curled up in a ball in the front seat of Kirk’s car. She laid her head against the window pane. She was crying. “What’s wrong?” Kirk asked as he drove. “Why are you crying?” “I’m going to miss him,” Emily pathetically sobbed. “You’re the one who doesn’t want to take him back,” Kirk pointed out. “Besides prostrating himself down on the floor, I don’t know what more you want the man to do.” This just sent Emily into a fit of howls. She was almost as bad as Cecily when it came to whining. “He said that he doesn’t love me anymore,” she moaned. “He also swears that Bill Ward riding a giant hippogriff flew over his bed one night,” shot Kirk. “Cliff says a lot of shit that’s just plain bullshit.” “That’s true,” muttered Emily. “Emily, I know that I’m meek and little, and that I can’t cross stitch very well,” said Kirk. “Oh honestly Kirk!” Emily squealed. “You’re hitting on me too? You boys are more terrible than a pack of alley cats.” “Actually no,” said Kirk flatly. “I wasn’t hitting on you. I’m trying to talk you into taking Cliff back. What I was trying to say is I know that the other guys think that I’m dumb, and that I’m their bitch, but I do know a lot about love and matters of the heart.” Emily just glared at him through her teary eyes. “When we first went to Denmark to make our new album Cliff was an absolute idiot. One time, he even banged a married chick that was on her honeymoon, gave her crabs, and then told the chick that her new husband must have given them to her.” “And this is supposed to want to make me take him back?” Emily asked confused. “I’m trying to make a point,” Kirk sighed. “The point is, Cliff’s come along way from the goofy, immature, piece of shit that he once was. Before going to Denmark he would have gotten off on running a little girl like Cecily over with his car. That would have been pure fun and enjoyment for him. But now, he fawns and dotes all over the little girl. Five minutes doesn’t go by where he’s not thinking about doing something for Cecily. He’s very good at being a father, and he was getting much better at being a boyfriend. Really he is. He even sent you flowers, and even better, he even consulted me first because he wanted them to be perfect for you.” “He still has a long way to go,” said Emily. “He bought you tickets to take a trip to see your family together. Cliff never buys anyone anything. He buys himself beer, pot, and bass shit. That’s the extent of his spending habits. He’s had girlfriends where he never even remembered their birthdays, yet he bought you an expensive present for no reason except for the fact that he loves you.” “Aunt Josephine bought it,” Emily corrected. “It’s the thought that counts,” said Kirk. “I’m just saying that you and Cecily have changed him, but it’s still a slow change. He’s really trying though, and he loves you.” The two sat in silence for the rest of the way to Kirk’s house. Even though Kirk was trying to get Emily and his best friend back together, there was still one person who did not want the two together: Mrs. Hammett. “Emily!” she gasped as they trooped inside. “I thought that you had gone off to stay at Cliff’s Aunt’s house.” “She’s staying here for the night Mama,” explained Kirk. “She broke up with Cliff.” “Oh my!” Mrs. Hammett gasped, trying not to sound too pleased. “You look hungry. Can I fix you my orange marmalade bundt cake?” “No thank you,” replied Emily. “I’m not hungry.” “I’ll go get it for you, and you can also help yourself to the blueberry muffins that have just come out of the oven.” She scurried off to get the cake. “Sorry Emily,” said Kirk. “My mom just likes to feed people. I’ll make you some tea.” “I should give Cliff a second chance,” Emiyl announced as she sat down at the table. “You’re damn right about that,” said Kirk as he selected a pretty, handpainted, blue and white teacup and saucer. “I really have given him a lot of shit over this,” Emily admitted. “You should have seen him last night at the hotel with James, groveling outside my hotel room window.” “He deserved to grovel,” Kirk replied with a shrug. “You want to go back over there tonight?” Emily shook her head. “I’ll go back over there and talk to him tomorrow. You think he’ll take me back?” “In a heartbeat,” answered Kirk. “It’s not like he has anyone else to date,” sighed Emily. “That’s the spirit!” chirped Kirk. “Hurrah! You two noodleheads are going to get back together! Cecily is going to be so happy.” “I have to stick around for her,” said Emily. “I have to make sure that Cliff doesn’t give her any weed.” “Or drops her acid,” added Kirk. He felt so much better about himself. He had helped out his best friend. Mrs. Hammett strolled into the kitchen holding her stupid cake. “Why you look much happier Emily,” she commented. “She’s getting back together with Cliff,” said Kirk. “Isn’t that fantastic news?” Mrs. Hammett frowned. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” she said. “Didn’t Cliff use to steal highway road signs?” “Oh Mama,” Kirk laughed. “We haven’t stolen a highway roadsign for a couple of years. We outgrew that phase. That was so Kill ‘em All.” “I really don’t think that Cliff was right for you dear,” Mrs. Hammett said to Emily. “He’s so irresponsible.” “No he’s not!” Kirk piped up, standing up for his friend. “No matter how hungover he was in the mornings, he always remembered to make sure that I put on my long underwear every morning to prevent the consumption. And you should see him with Cecily. He’s very responsible. He even gets up and takes her to school every morning.” “Humph!” Mrs. Hammett snorted. “I just think that a fine, good, girl like Emily could do so much better.” “He loves me though,” said Emily. “That’s all that matters.” “There’s nothing more tragic than a broken heart,” sighed Kirk. “That is true,” Mrs. Hammett admitted. “I just hate to see Emily get hers broken all over again.” “Trust me Mama,” said Kirk. “Cliff’s never going to even come close to hurting Emily again. I also found the most carmine shade of tulle. It’ll be just perfect to drape over everything at the wedding reception.” “Whoa there Kirk,” said Emily. “I said that I’m giving Cliff a second chance. I did not say that I’d marry him.” “Oh,” Kirk replied a little bit disappointed. “I guess there’s always wishful thinking.” “Kirk Lee,” Mrs. Hammett said in a superior tone. “Could I have a word with you alone?” “Of course Mom,” Kirk answered. “Is this about me drinking condensed milk?” “No,” Mrs. Hammett answered as she and her son went into the living room to be alone. “But you shouldn’t be doing that.” “But Lars said it’s just like drinking breast milk,” Kirk shrugged and plopped down on the sofa. “I’ve been wearing my long underwear.” “It’s not about long underwear either,” Mrs. Hammett replied. “Kirk Lee! What are you doing? You’re going to lose her!” “Lose who?” Kirk asked. “Emily!” Mrs. Hammett shrieked. “You have her right here! You have her right here crying on your shoulder, and you’re ready to serve her on a silver platter to Cliff!” “Why would Cliff want to eat Emily?” Kirk asked. He was very confused. “That’s not what I mean Kirk Lee!” Mrs. Hammett snapped. “What I mean is Cliff isn’t good enough for a girl like her, but you are! Don’t you see? You and Emily are the ones who are supposed to be together.” “Cliff loves her Mom,” Kirk said evenly. “He loves her more than anyone else in the entire world. Well maybe except for Cecily and Geezer Butler, but that’s still saying a lot. I know that Emily still loves him. They’re destined to be together.” “You could make her happier Kirk Lee,” said Mrs. Hammett. “You even sew.You two always look so cute sitting there together at my kitchen table working on your stitchery. When has Cliff ever sewed anything?” “Actually, he does very fine embroidery work,” said Kirk. “And he crocheted his mom a Scarlett O’Hara toilet paper cover for her birthday.” Mrs. Hammett scowled. Kirk obviously, wasn’t getting her point. “So you’re not going to try and convince her not to go back to Cliff?” she asked. “Of course not!” Kirk cried. “I want those two together. They love each other.” “You’re missing out on a very sweet girl,” pointed out Mrs. Hammett. “Maybe I am,” Kirk agreed. “But I’m Cliff’s friend, and I would never, ever, ever, sacrifice Cliff’s friendship for anything. And who knows? I hear that little Cecily has a thing for me. I’ll give her ten years or so. If she’s half as good looking as her Mom, she’ll be mighty hot. And hopefully, she’s inherited her mother’s talent in the bedroom…” |
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| Lucifer's Angel | October 13, 2007, 9:23 pm Post #475 |
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Naughty Kirk, thinking that Cecily is going to be hot All right, Emily's giving him a second chance Eww, he gave a girl crabs, I didn't have to know that Yeah, he's more mature, and I hope they'll be all happily ever after
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| Verity | October 13, 2007, 9:57 pm Post #476 |
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Vanessa- sorry about the crabs. I couldn't resist. This next chapter is much better. The reason I'm writing so much this weekend is I split my thumb open and can't play very much. I've tried absolutely everything even super glue, it just flakes off. I had to play for 2 hours at work today and it was agonizing, and made it worse. I hope it heals up and goes away because I'm very unhappy when I can't practice. I have a shitload of music to learn for this thing in a few weeks, and I really do enjoy practicing actually. My husband is also sick with the flu, so we can't go out, or have anyone over. So I guess I'll just write. I'll stop whining. Chapter 124- More Weirdness “Oh dear God,” Cliff moaned the next morning as he rolled over in bed. He stuffed his head under his pillow, and tried to refrain from puking. It was no use. He jumped out of bed, and made his way to the bathroom just in time. To bid farewell to Emily, James had convinced Cliff that they should polish off a whole bottle of Jagermeister. That, some cheap sort of Danish malt beverage that Lars had on him, and some really bad shrooms were the reason for Cliff’s brutal-ass hangover that morning. Cliff pathetically crawled out of the bathroom, across the bedroom, and back to his bed. There was a knock on his bedroom door. “Daddy!” Cecily’s voice cried. “Are you up yet? It’s Saturday! Don’t you remember? We were going to go horseback riding.” “Oh fuck,” Cliff muttered as he dizzily slid into the bed. He did not want Cecily seeing him in the state that he was in. What a bad example he was setting. “I’ll be out in a minute Cecily!” he croaked. “You don’t sound too good Daddy,” said Cecily and she opened the door. “No Cess! Don’t come in!” Cliff begged. “Why not?” asked Cecily as she stepped into Cliff’s dark and very messy room. “For once, you’re not even banging my Mum in here.” “Fuck off Cess!” Cliff growled as he flipped her off, and stuffed his head under the pillow. Cecily stood next to the bed. “You look awful Daddy,” she observed. “Thanks. I love you too,” Cliff muttered. “You look too sick to even brush my hair,” commented Cecily. “Have Aunt Josephine brush it,” replied Cliff. “She can do that crimping thing that you like. Just give me a while. I promise we’ll go horseback riding.” “But you’re sick Daddy,” argued Cecily. “I need to take care of you, just like you took care of me when I had the fever. I’m going to go get you some chicken soup and some tea with lemon in it.” “Cecily don’t!” Cliff croaked, but she had already ran out of the room and down the stairs. “Oh well,” Cliff sighed. “The nice thing about having a daughter is it’s someone to take care of you when you’re having a hangover.” He was back to never getting laid again, so at least he had Cecily to take care of him. Cecily returned a few minutes later. By now, Brunhilda was used to Metallica’s hangovers, so she knew what the perfect remedies were. She fixed a bottle of ibuprofen, a bottle of water, a hot water bottle, and some crackers on a tray. “Brunhilda said that you probably wouldn’t want any soup,” Cecily explained. “She gave me crackers instead. Don’t be mad at me.” “I could never be mad at you Cecily,” replied Cliff as he grabbed the crackers and began to greedily scarf them down. “Even if you went out and got yourself knocked up by the age of ten.” “Uh okay,” Cecily replied as she took the hot water bottle and went into the bathroom to fill it. Cliff watched as Cecily carefully filled up the hot water bottle, and wrapped it neatly in a towel. She brought it over to Cliff, and gently placed it on top of his head. Cliff grabbed it, and pulled it down towards his aching forehead. “Thank you,” he said. “You’re such a sweet girl Cecily. You’re the best daughter in the entire world.” “Only because I have the best Dad in the entire world,” Cecily boasted. She jumped into the bed. “I’m so happy that you adopted me,” she rattled on. “Now we can listen to the Misfits everyday together.” “Every single motherfucking day,” Cliff agreed as he lit a cigarette. “Bring me my ashtray Cess.” “Can we listen to Skynyrd too?” Cecily asked as she retrieved his ashtray from where it had been sitting on top of Cliff’s practice amp. “You were made for me Cess,” Cliff laughed as he popped open the bottle of ibuprofen and shoved a handful of them into his mouth. “You know Cess,” he went on. “I’ve been doing some thinking. As I recall, your teacher Miss Stacy had really nice boobs. You think she’d do me?” Cecily’s smile disappeared. “What’s the matter Cess?” Cliff asked. “Your teacher really seemed to take a liking to me when I met with her. She was really cute. I bet if I were banging your teacher, you’d for sure get good grades.” “Actually,” Cecily began. “I was kind of thinking about setting Mr. James up with Miss Stacy.” “James!” Cliff squealed as he flicked ashes off of the end of his cigarette. “Why the hell would you give him a nice piece of ass like Miss Stacy?” “He’s resorted himself to banging old ladies since he doesn’t have the lovely Miss Philippa or Miss Holly around anymore,” Cecily explained. “Since he seems to fancy big boobs, I thought that he might appreciate Miss Stacy’s.” Cliff looked thoughtful. “You know you’re right kid,” he said. “James and Miss Stacy would go together really well. I can just imagine them in the hot tub together.” “Ewwww!” Cecily squealed. “Remember, I have to be in her class.” “Oh come on Cess,” Cliff snapped. “Don’t you ever imagine any of your teachers naked?” “No,” Cecily answered. “I’ve imagined Mr. Kirk naked. Lots of times. I even had this one dream about him and me. We were in the hot tub, and we had champagne, and some fine pot and-” “Cecily Virginia!” Cliff snapped. “Jesus Christ kid! You’re going to make me throw up again.” “I’m sorry Daddy,” Cecily said sincerely. “That’s alright,” Cliff said as he mustled her hair. “At least you guys had some fine pot in your dream, and not the cheap stuff.” “Never the cheap stuff Daddy,” Cecily chirped. “When you turn fifteen, I’m going to get you stoned on the best weed that money can buy,” Cliff promised. “Really?” Cecily happily asked. “Absomotherfuckinglutely,” Cliff replied. He was immediately feeling much better, and not quite so hungover. He picked Cecily up and swung her through the air. “Now if I’m not mistaken, I promised a little girl that I would take her horseback riding today.” *** “Yahtzee!” Lars bellowed very loudly. Loud enough to disrupt most of Aunt Josephine’s neighbors. “You suck! You suck!” he cackled. He threw the plastic Yahtzee cup at James. “Fuck you douche ball!” James snarled. He and Lars were seated on Aunt Josephine’s sunny front porch. Brunhilda had kept them well endowed in freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, and Harp beer. They had been sitting there playing Yahtzee for hours when Kirk’s little car pulled up in the driveway. “What is that turd doing here?” Lars scoffed as he shoved a bit of cookie into his mouth. “He’s in the band dude,” James replied. “He’s got the British broad with him,” Lars observed as Kirk and Emily got out of the car. “I bet he’s trying to get into her pants.” “Hey you guys!” Kirk greeted as he approached them. “Don’t say hey,” Lars retorted. “Hay is for horses.” “Fuck you,” Kirk snarled. Emily didn’t want to waste any time dicking around with Lars and James. “Is Cliff around?” she asked impatiently. “What do you want to see Cliff for?” asked James. “I thought that you were done with him.” “You thought wrong,” Emily retorted. “You going to go kick his ass?” Lars asked. “I can’t believe he had a woman like you in the bag and then he went out and porked Claudia. I’d kick his ass all the way to China if it were me.” “I don’t know Lars,” said James. “Claudia’s pretty smooth. She’s like banging a bottle of fine wine.” “So I’ve heard,” said Emily. “Now seriously. Where is Cliff?” “He’s walking out back with the new girl in his life,” shot Lars as he began to jiggle around the Yahtzee dice. “New girl?” Emily asked, her face falling. “Cecily,” Lars said sarcastically. “Everything is Cecily this, and Cecily that. He treats that little fucker like she’s his own real daughter.” “He adopted her Lars,” James reminded him. “She is his daughter.” “That adoption shit is hippie stuff,” shrugged Lars as he took a swig of beer. “I don’t believe in it. Cecily may live with Cliff now, and he may be her guardian, but she’s not his daughter. I don’t know why the fock he’d want some other dude’s kid anyway.” “She picks out beautiful women with big tits,” said James. “And she likes the Misfits. The girl’s a mini Cliff.” “No,” retorted Lars as he opened another beer. “She’s a poser.” Emily exchanged a glance with Kirk as Lars and James bickered over whether or not Cliff adopting Cecily made her his daughter or not. “I’ll deal with these two goons,” Kirk said to her. “You go find your boyfriend, and your little girl.” “Thank you Kirk,” Emily said sincerely. She gave Kirk a quick little kiss on the cheek, and then ran into the house…. |
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| Raedoll | October 14, 2007, 1:18 am Post #477 |
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YAY! All the fighting and whining paid off! booyah, I'm really happy that Emily's giving Cliff anoher chance....Kirk is awesome. James and Lars are terrible as always, and Cliff is just too sweet with Cecily. I'm glad that they're getting along so well, now I'm just thinking, "oh great now what's going to go wrong?" I don't know what possibly could. EEk. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | October 14, 2007, 8:34 am Post #478 |
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Poor Cliff, he shouldn't drink a whole bottle Jager and cheap Danish stuff and shrooms Hah, Cecily wants to set up James with her teacher, and Cliff wants to get her stoned James and Lars are being pigs as usual, and Kirk is a sweetie. Too bad about your thumb,, and too bad your husband has the flu I hope you guys feel better soon
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| Verity | October 14, 2007, 2:17 pm Post #479 |
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Here's the last chapter. All good things must come to an end. Anyway, y'all's fighting has paid off because I went back and re-wrote it. Chapter 125- Second Chances “Can we get a puppy?” Cecily asked as she and Cliff walked through Aunt Josephine’s beautiful magazine caliber (even though nobody ever seems to take care of them) gardens. “You’d have to ask Aunt Jo on that one,” Cliff replied as he flicked off his cigarette ashes in one of Aunt Josephine’s rose bushes. “We’re going to have to stay with her until I can get enough money for us to have our own place.” “My Mum never would let me get a dog,” sighed Cecily. “Your Mom is a dog,” Cliff told her. Cecily frowned. Even though she had seen her mother’s true colors, it was still hard being the daughter of someone so worthless and despised. “It’s probably a good thing that she never let you get a dog,” said Cliff. “She would have probably of fucked its brains out.” “I don’t think that even my Mum would fuck a dog,” said Cecily. “She fucked Lars,” said Cliff as he threw out his cigarette on Aunt Josephine’s lovely mosaic tile garden patio. “This is true,” Cecily sighed unhappily. “I hope that I don’t grow up to be such a slut. I mean, I wouldn’t mind fucking Mr. Kirk, but he’s the only boy that I’d ever want to fuck.” “Hey!” Cliff scolded. “Watch the language young lady. You said fuck twice in one sentence. Try to keep it down to only once. And you’re not going to grow up to be a slut. You already have more integrity and class than your mom does.” “Really?” Cecily asked, full of hope. “Why is that?” “Because you’re my daughter,” Cliff replied. He picked her up and set her on his shoulders. “Let’s go searching around for weed in Lars’s room!” he cried. Emily spotted them from where she was standing out on the lanai. Never had she been so happy to see the sight of Cliff and little Cecily perched on his shoulders. She remembered that day back long ago at the miliner’s dress shop. Even though he had smoked in her store, she could see that anybody who was so concerned with making a little girl happy by buying her the perfect dress couldn’t be so bad, and that same feeling was renewed now as she watched him give Cecily a piggyback ride through the gardens. He definitely deserved a second chance. Even Cecily had given Cliff a second chance, and now she seemed very happy with him. “Hello!” Emily called. She waved from where she was standing. “Dad!” Cecily yelped. “I think that’s Miss Emily standing over there! She’s waving to us.” “Miss Emily doesn’t like me anymore,” Cliff said. “Remember?” He squinted. Sure enough, Emily was standing on the back porch. “She probably forgot something else over here,” Cliff said to Cecily as he carefully set her back down on the ground. “Go see what he wants for me.” “I think that you should go see what she wants,” said Cecily. “Oh yeah?” Cliff asked as he straightned one of Cecily’s stubborn barrettes. “And just why the fuck is that?” “Because she still loves you. I just know that she does,” Cecily replied. She gave Cliff a quick hug and then danced off into the gardens. “I must have given her weed at some point,” Cliff mumbled to himself as he watched Cecily dash off. Emily was now walking toward him. Actually, she didn’t appear that pissed off. She had probably gotten a decent enough lay from Kirk last night, and was in a better mood. Cliff took a deep breath. Even though he felt much better, you could still tell by looking at his sunken eyes, and grayish tinged face that he was still rather hungover. “Hi there Pussycat,” he greeted. To his surprise, Emily didn’t cringe at the nickname. “Hello Cliff,” Emily replied. There was a brief ackward silence that was broken by Lars who bellowed “Yahtzee!” from the front porch again. “For such a little fucker, he sure does have a big mouth,” Cliff observed. “I want to apologize,” said Emily. “For what?” Cliff asked. He looked down at the ground. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You had every right to leave me.” “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” said Emily. “Can you forgive me Pussycat?” Cliff asked. “I promise. I swear to never hurt you ever again.” “I forgive you,” Emily sighed. “And I’m willing to start over with you.” “Really?” Cliff shrieked, his eyes lighting up. He took Emily into his arms and pulled her close. “I’m so fucking lucky!” he sighed. “Whatever made you change your mind?” “Kirk helped,” Emily admitted. “I don’t care how poor is needlepoint is, he really is a true friend.” “I knew that when Lars and James hired him he’d eventually become useful at some point,” Cliff agreed as he lit himself a cigarette. “But what mostly made me change was just seeing you and Cecily together,” Emily went on. “You’re so good for her, and she’s so good for you.” “And you’re good for me too,” said Cliff. “And I’m good for you.” “Oh yeah?” Emily asked as she intercepted his cigarette and grounded it out. “And just what have you done for me that’s so good?” Cliff smiled a devilish grin, immediately forgetting the lingering hangover that he had. “Let’s go to the hot tub and find out.” “You sure don’t waste any time,” Emily laughed as she linked her arm with his. “Not when it comes to that,” Cliff answered as he lit another cigarette that Emily again intercepted. “Do I still have to marry you too?” “Not yet,” replied Emily as she stood up on her tippy-toes to give him a kiss. “Some things are just better off taking their time.” And that my friends, is the drawn-out, convoluted, and very long-ass story of how Cliff Burton was named Father of the Year. 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| Raedoll | October 14, 2007, 2:39 pm Post #480 |
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YAY. I'm so happy the way this ended, and thanks muchly for rewriting! it reminds me of the end of Eight Crazy Nights. "You two can play spin the dreydle for tongue kisses after the little one goes to bed. Now go live happily ever after before I drop kick your teeth out of your head." I loved it. I'm glad I stuck with this story, it's an excellent premise, witty, engaging with twists and turns, Kudos and a job well one! |
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Hah, they want to send it to Geezer Butler. And how Cecily knew how to roll a joint, but not bake cookies
And James and the old chick, how gross, but so like James
I guess a little cookie dough won't hurt
how could've this happen??
I'm also thrilled that y'all decided to fight for Cliff and Emily. If you hadn't, I don't know what would have become of them. You people rock.
Yeah, he's more mature, and I hope they'll be all happily ever after
I couldn't resist.
James and Lars are being pigs as usual, and Kirk is a sweetie. Too bad about your thumb,, and too bad your husband has the flu 
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