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| Father of the Year; Kirk is going to get even with Lars. Het. | |
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| Verity | July 23, 2007, 2:51 pm Post #76 |
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The Story Girl
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Thanks Kristen and Shayi! I'm glad that you enjoyed playing catch up. The soap opera continues, and I'm off to go practice. Chapter 24- A Mother for Cecily? Cecily wasn’t the only one who was swirling and twirling about in the mirror. Kirk Hammett was back in his hotel room, admiring himself in the mirror. He had just fastened his wonderful cape around his neck. Since he had gotten James and Cliff out of hock, he now felt like going to the Father of the Year Gala with Missy. He was sure that James and Cliff would now be attending as well. Kirk frowned at his reflection. “Maybe instead of the black denim vest, I should wear blue denim,” he mused. “But then again, black denim is more slimming, but it’s not as trendy. I don’t have enough time to go and ask Missy. What ever shall I do?” Kirk was pulled out of his fashion crisis by Cliff, who burst through the door. “Kirk!” he cried. “I love you man!” Cliff ran to Kirk and threw his arms around him, and picked him up off of the ground in a giant hug. Kirk’s perfect and pristine raven curls were smashed in the process. “Cliff!” Kirk wailed. “Put me down! And quit squeezing me so tight. You’re going to break my ribcage.” “I’m sorry dude,” Cliff said as he put Kirk back down on the ground. “Thank you for bailing us out.” “Thank Mr. Chelton, and your crazy Aunt Josephine,” Kirk replied. He frowned at himself in the mirror. He would now have to redo his hair. “Mr. Chelton?” Cliff asked. “What’d he do? Suck your dick?” “Must you be so crass?” Kirk sighed as he hunted around the hotel room for his hair pick and spray bottle, so that he could tease up his curls. “Mr. Chelton loaned me the money for your bail, until the money that your Aunt Josephine sent, arrives next week.” “Fuck! That’s awesome!” Cliff exclaimed. “No wonder you wanted to enter Chelton in the Father of the Year Contest. He deserves it, and Aunt Josephine deserves Aunt of the Year. I guess all of those afternoons that I spent smoking pot with her and her miniature poodle paid off.” “Speaking of Father of the Year,” said Kirk. “You need to get yourself ready for the gala.” “I told you. I’m not going to that cock sucking, bureaucratic, piece-of-shit,” Cliff retorted as he plopped down on the edge of the bed and watched Kirk spray hairspray all over the place. “Plus, I don’t want to see Cecily getting hurt tonight.” “Cliff, I’m not going to tell Cecily the truth tonight,” Kirk said. “I know that we need to end Operation Cecily Ulrich, and I know that we wanted to do it in front of the Danish Men’s League, but it’s not fair to Cecily. This isn’t only going to humiliate Lars, but it will also humiliate Cecily and Claudia, they don’t deserve that.” “Well Cecily doesn’t,” Cliff scoffed. “We’re going to tell them in private, tomorrow morning,” said Kirk. “Yeah, Lars will have a perfectly pukey and happy night tonight with his Dad since his essay will probably win, and it would have been bad-ass to rain on his parade, but it’s just not fair to the others involved. We’ll let Cecily have one more happy night with her Dad, and then we’ll come clean.” Cliff nodded. “I think that would be best for Cecily,” he agreed. “I feel terrible that she never got her pretty dress. That Emily chick must be pissed as fuck. She did all that extra work for nothing.” “I’m so sorry Cliff,” Kirk said. “Maybe you could pick the dress up tomorrow. She wouldn’t be able to wear it to the gala, but it’s not like that Lars would have let her worn it anyways.” “I guess you’re right,” Cliff sighed. “I just hope that Emily isn’t too pissed off at me, not that it matters. She never would have taken up with someone like me anyway.” “I’d say that somebody has a crush!” Kirk chorused as he drowned himself in aftershave. “Fuck off Hammett!” Cliff snapped, as he reddened. “I’m just trying to get laid, and she’s kind of pretty.” “She’s very pretty,” chirped Kirk. “But if you want to get laid, I could take you down to Hattie’s.” Cliff made a face, so Kirk changed the subject. “Hey Cliff, do you know what a paternity test is?” Cliff fished out a cigarette. “Ain’t that a test where you piss on a special strip of toilet paper and it tells you whether or not you’re pregnant?” he asked. “Not quite,” returned Kirk. “Mr. Chelton says that it’s a DNA test that proves whether or not someone is really the father. I can’t believe that Lars never asked for one. I guess it’s a good thing that he hasn’t because I bet they’re expensive, and they sound painful. I bet they would have to stick a big needle in little Cecily.” “I’m not letting anyone or anything hurt Cecily,” Cliff cut in. “If anyone hurts that little girl, I’ll kill them myself. I just hope that I get to see her one last time before tomorrow morning comes along. I’d like to say goodbye.” “You’re going to see her tonight at the gala,” Kirk returned. He rummaged through his closet and pulled out a spiffy denim blazer. “You can even borrow my new denim blazer. It will probably be short in the sleeves for you, but I’ve only worn it once. It will look great with your bellbottoms, and you must accessorize it with my plaid, cashmere, scarf.” He chucked the scarf and blazer into Cliff’s arms. “I ain’t going,” Cliff said as he frowned at the scarf and blazer. Cliff Burton did not wear cashmere. “I have no desire whatsoever to see a bunch of old and fat Danish dudes with inflated egos, talk about fatherhood and shit. We’re not even ending Operation Cecily Ulrich tonight, so I have no need to go. I don’t have a date anyway.” “Never mind that,” Kirk replied. “Weren’t you going to dance with Cecily? I thought that you wanted to dance with her. You know that Lars won’t.” “Oh, that’s right,” Cliff sighed. “I guess I’ll go, but only for a little while, and only because I promised a dance to Cecily.” *** “Cecily, Mr. Cliff has been out of commission for the day,” Lars said to his little daughter. “How did he get that dress to you?” “Miss Emily brought it over from the milliner’s shop,” Cecily replied. “She even did my hair too! Don’t you like it? She gave me not one, but two French braids!” They were both still standing out in the hallway. Lars was already in a pissy mood because Whitney had bailed out on being his date for the evening. To top it all off he was getting more irritated at Cliff by the minute. “You look ridiculous,” he snapped. “That dress looks like a purple Easter nightmare, and you will take it off immediately.” “But Daddy!” Cecily exclaimed. “Don't argue with me Cecily!” Lars shouted firmly. “But I want Mr. Cliff to see me in it at the gala,” Cecily argued. “Mr. Cliff isn’t going to be at the gala tonight,” said Lars. “He got himself into trouble with hotel security for being a complete idiot. You’re going to be in trouble too if you don’t do as I say!” “But don’t I look pretty enough for you?” Cecily asked, tears brimming in her eyes. Nothing that she ever did seemed to make her Daddy happy with her. “You don’t need to look pretty,” shot Lars. “There are far more important things in life. You are practical looking, and that’s that. Now don’t cry Cecily. If you’re going to be my daughter, you’re going to have to toughen up. You piss and moan over every little thing. Welsleydale will put a thicker skin on you.” “I don’t want to go to Welsleydale, and I don’t want to go back to the United States with you either!” Cecily yelled, and she took off running down the hallway in tears. “I want to live with Mr. Cliff!” “Cecily Elizabeth Ulrich!” Lars bellowed at the top of his lungs. “You ungrateful brat! You come back here this instant, and put on your brown muslin dress!” “That’s not my middle name!” Cecily shouted as she hopped onto the elevator. “Or my last name either!” And with that, she was off. Lars stood horrified and awestruck in the hotel hallway. The kid had no discipline. All Lars had done was try to show her love. He had bought her a dress. No, it wasn’t a purple frill fest, but it was a sensible and expensive dress. He had given her a doll and a new coat, and had taken her to a movie, but Cecily had shown him nothing but complete and utter loathing and disdain in return. It wouldn’t matter if Lars could turn into the Easter bunny. He still wouldn’t be as good as Mr. Cliff. For the first time, he noticed that Emily was still there, standing in the hotel room. “Who the hell are you?” he barked. “Are you that Emily chick that everyone keeps bumbling about?” “I am Emily,” she replied uncomfortably. “I don’t think anyone is bumbling about me though.” “Kirk said that you altered that purple monstrosity free of charge,” Lars barked. “Why the fock would you do that? You sleeping with Burton or something?” “Heavens no!” Emily cried. “Just what kind of a girl do you think I am?” “An awfully stupid one since you do alterations for free,” Lars quipped. He then realized that he had been a little harsh. “Look,” he said. “I’m sorry. I’m angry at my friend Cliff, and my daughter is a brat. I’m taking it out on you.” “Damn right you are!” snapped Emily. “I have done nothing but show kindness to your daughter. I altered the dress and offered to help with her hair because I care about her. It has nothing to do with Cliff. I wanted to help out your daughter.” “I know,” Lars sighed. “Here,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out five hundred dollar bills, and pressed them into her hand. “This is for your work and time with the alterations. I appreciate it a lot.” “Thank you,” Emily murmured, and she stuffed the money into her pocket. Miss Lancz would be proud of her now. She had not only gotten hour hundred, but five hundred dollars. Lars smiled at her, and Emily smiled back. She was very pretty, especially when she smiled. Usually Lars didn’t dig chicks with curly bushy hair, but she had such a pretty face, and Cecily had seemed rather taken with her. Not only was Emily a pretty face, but she was also a weapon. A weapon to help him win Cecily’s affections. “You are more than welcome to come to the gala with us,” said Lars. “Actually, I insist. It’s the least that I can do to make up for being such a dick earlier to you.” “I really shouldn’t,” said Emily. “But Cecily seems to adore you,” said Lars. “Her real mom barely spends anytime with her. She doesn’t get to have a good female figure around her all that often. It would be good for her. She’d love it.” Emily looked thoughtful. She supposed that she could go for a little while. “I guess I could go,” she said. “But only for Cecily. This is not a date Mr.-” “Ulrich,” Lars finished for her. “But do call me Lars. And it won’t be a date, I promise.” “Okay,” Emily responded, feeling a bit more at ease. “I need to go home and freshen up a bit first though.” “That’s fine,” Lars replied. “How about I pick you up in about forty minutes?” Emily nodded, grabbed her purse, and headed out the door. Lars couldn’t believe his good fortune. He had just lost Whitney, but he had gained somebody better, because she seemed to actually like Cecily. “Not a date my ass,” scoffed Lars as he decided to put on his least ripped pair of black jeans. “What in the hell does she think it is? A friendly outing? Emily just doesn’t know the charm of Lars Ulrich. I’ll have a mother for Cecily by midnight!” |
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| MissMetallica;; | July 24, 2007, 1:39 am Post #77 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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i dont think lars is ever going to learn how to be a good father.. or even a good friend! what a complete dick, even if he was cecily's biological father he wouldnt deserve to be. poor cliff, i hope lars doesn't take away emily from him like he did with whitney and poor cecily, all she wanted was to look pretty for lars and for cliff. wonderful update, oh the suspense for the next one! |
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| Shayi | July 24, 2007, 3:52 am Post #78 |
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Bring me that horizon
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I love, love, love all your characterizations of the 'tallica guys. Even though Lars is an asshole, he's a superbly written asshole That is one of the things that I love so much about your writing - the way that you bring all the people in it to life. This episode was great - I love the interaction between Kirk and Cliff, it's always so good, that pair are brilliant together. '“You’re going to see her tonight at the gala,” Kirk returned. He rummaged through his closet and pulled out a spiffy denim blazer. “You can even borrow my new denim blazer. It will probably be short in the sleeves for you, but I’ve only worn it once. It will look great with your bellbottoms, and you must accessorize it with my plaid, cashmere, scarf.”' ^ That bit made me laugh! I love it when Kirk's accesorizing whether it be for himself or someone else And what a sweetie even lending out his new blazer. You also get major bonus points for using the word spiffy! I love that word and don't feel it gets nearly enough use. I can't wait to see what goes on next, this story is fabulous! |
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| Raedoll | July 24, 2007, 3:36 pm Post #79 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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OH MY GAWD~` I caught up on all the updates and I just have to say a few things. Cliff is such a sweetheart, and the poor dear can't even spend time with a little girl he's growing to love like a daughter. That makes me feel terrible for the poor darling. Kirk is a doll, I love the way he's been so supportive of Cliff and Cecily getting with eachother and taking care of one another. He deserves someone sweet like Missy to keep a leash on him, along with Mr. Chelton. Cecily is a little darling that deserves a father like Cliff, and a loving home without Lars. She needs a strong figure in her life like Cliff that can raise her to be a tolerant, loving person. Claudia is a little skank that needs to have her attitude readjusted and tested for sexually transmitted diseases. That, and she needs to be fixed. Little tramp needs to get her life in order. James is a man skank that needs to have himself straightened out and possibly castrated. Pull your head out of your ASS, Het, Emily and Cliff Deserve eachother. She's a darling for taking Cliff seriously and oferring him help. Lars Ulrich. Is one of the worst people I've ever read about in my life. ((The character, I'm sure he's not Terrible in person)). And that's all I've got to say about that. Very nice work, I'm heavily enjoying this fiction. |
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| Verity | July 24, 2007, 7:33 pm Post #80 |
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The Story Girl
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Wow. Y'all rock. Thanks for taking the time to write such nice reviews, and read this whole weird story. You rock more than you'll ever know. Shayi- Spiffy is a wonderful world!!! Spiffy, spiffy, spiffy. You left a spiffy review. Chapter 25- Cecily's Unfair Request Cecily pushed the elevator button to take her to the fourth floor. She curled up in a little ball on the floor of the elevator, and tried not to cry. She just had to find Cliff. He was the only person in the world who could make her feel better, and she wanted to thank him for the lovely dress. It was by far, the nicest thing that anyone had ever done for her. “Why can’t Mr. Cliff or even Mr. Kirk be my real dad,” she sighed. “Lars doesn’t love me. He doesn’t love me at all. He pretends to, but only because I’m his daughter. I can tell by the way he looks at me that I’m just a bother and a hindrance, just like I am for Mum. I hate Lars!” Somehow, calling her father by his first name made her feel better. It made Lars seem less like her father. The elevator came to a stop at the fourth floor. Cecily gazed at her reflection in the brass elevator door. A few minutes ago, she had felt like the prettiest girl in the entire world, but that was before Lars had called her a purple Easter nightmare. She tried to hold back her tears as she made her way to Cliff and Kirk’s room. “I won’t cry,” she told herself, and she knocked on the door. Kirk answered it. He was very surprised to see Cecily standing in front of him, and not only was it Cecily, but it was Cecily in her purple dress. “Cecily!” he gasped. “You have on your glorious purple gown!” “Mr. Cliff bought it for me,” Cecily responded proudly. “I know, but however did you get it?” Kirk asked. “At least she someone how knew that Cliff had bought it,” thought Kirk with a sigh of relief. “Miss Emily brought it,” replied Cecily. Kirk had no idea how Emily had figured out where to find them. He was dumbfounded. Cliff had been in the bathroom getting dressed for the gala. At the sound of Cecily’s little voice, he came flying out to the door. Cecily’s face lit up like a Christmas tree at the sight of Cliff. “Cecily!” he gasped. “Damn am I glad to see you! You look absolutely amazingly beautiful in that purple dress. It takes an awfully special little girl to wear a dress with a swishy skirt.” Cecily jumped right up into his arms. “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you so much for the dress! And, for, for, for, everything.” Cecily stuttered. She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. She started to cry as she buried her face into Kirk’s denim blazer that Cliff was wearing. She felt very silly but she couldn’t help it. She had never been given a dress, or any gift as quite as nice as the dress that Cliff had given her. For some reason, she just felt moved to tears. “Don’t cry Cess,” Cliff said. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like your dress? It’s the right one isn’t it? It’s purple, and has the lavender sash, and the swishy skirt.” “You remembered,” Cecily sobbed. “You remembered everything.” A new rush of tears came over her. Cliff and Kirk weren’t sure what to do. The kid had just been given her dream dress. Why in the hell was she crying? To make things worse, Missy who had been sitting on the beat up, coffee stained chair, waiting for Kirk just had to blurt out “For heavens sake Cliff, what on earth did you do to that little girl to make her cry?” “Fuck you Missy!” Cliff snapped, still a little irritated that she had migrated to Kirk. “Whore,” he muttered under his breath. He turned to Cecily and gently tugged on one of her braids. In a much sweeter tone he said “Of course I remember what you like. The dress was important to you, so it’s important to me too. You remember things that are important to me as well.” “Really?” Cecily asked through tears. “Absolutely,” Cliff replied. “You remember what Geezer Butler’s real name is, and his birth date right?” Cecily nodded. “He was born Terence Michael Joseph Butler on Sunday July 17, 1949 in Birmingham England,” she recited. “Damn,” Kirk muttered. “I didn’t even know that.” “She’s a smart little fucker isn’t she?” Cliff said as he used Kirk’s ugly-as-fuck plaid cashmere scarf to wipe away Cecily’s tears. “Now stop crying Cecily. You look too pretty to cry.” “I’m sorry,” Cecily apologized. “I didn’t mean to cry again. It’s just that I’m so very happy. I’m happy that you bought me my purple dress. It’s even prettier than in my dreams, and I can never thank you enough,” she sniffled, and blew her nose in Kirk’s scarf. “You can thank me by just being yourself,” Cliff replied. “I love it,” Cecily said as she looked down at her pretty, swishy, skirt. “It just makes me kind of sad though.” “Why the hell would your pretty, purple, dream dress, make you sad?” Cliff asked. “Because,” Cecily began, tears once again starting to brim in her eyes. “It’s all a dream. It’s all a wonderful, wonderful, dream.” “Considering that I know have a lot less money in my bank account than I used to just because of that dress, I wouldn’t say that it’s a dream,” replied Cliff. “That’s not what I meant,” said Cecily. “I meant that I have to live with Lars, and he hates my purple dress. He doesn’t love me!” “He’s your Dad! Of course he loves you,” said Cliff. “Just because he’s my Dad doesn’t mean that he loves me,” said Cecily. “He tolerates me, and he buys me things, but he doesn’t love me. I can tell.” “She’s right dude,” chirped up Kirk. “My Dad doesn’t love me at all. You’re not Cecily’s real father, but you love her.” “I’m not even sure if my Mummy loves me either,” Cecily moaned. “Can’t I live with you Mr. Cliff? Please? I’ll be the best little girl in the world. I’ll be very well behaved, and I’ll pay lots of attention to my school studies. I can cook and clean for you. When you’re away on tour, I could stay with your parents, or with your Aunt Josephine, and cook and clean for them too. If you really truly love me, you’ll say yes.” Cliff wasn’t sure what to say. He looked over at Kirk who just shrugged. “Cecily,” he sadly sighed. “That’s not a very fair request to ask of me.” Just then, the door burst open, and Cliff was saved by Lars, if you even wanted to call it that. “Cecily!” Lars barked. “You awful little girl! You know better than to go running off and hanging out with strangers!” “Lars, we’ve slept in the same bed together,” Cliff scowled with annoyance. “Sadly, I’ve seen your dick too. We aren’t exactly strangers.” “Oh hush Burton!” Lars spat his cheeks reddening. He grabbed Cecily, and pulled the confused little girl close to hug her. “I was so worried about you when you ran off.” “But why?” Cecily asked. “I was just with Mr. Cliff and Mr. Kirk, and Mr. Kirk’s pretty lady friend.” “You must promise me never run off like that again,” said Lars. “Alright Sweetie Pie?” Cecily looked over at Cliff, but he said nothing. Lars was not happy. Why wasn’t Cecily answering to him? Why was she looking over at Cliff? He had nothing to say in her upbringing. Finally, Cliff said “Cecily, mind your Dad.” Cecily pouted, but she did look over at Lars. “Yes sir,” she mumbled quietly. “Come along now Cecily,” said Lars as he took Cecily’s hand. “We must get going. We have to stop by Miss Emily’s house and pick her up. She’s going to be Daddy’s date tonight at the gala.” This brought a reaction from both Cliff and Cecily. Cliff turned pale, and almost looked sick. Cecily began bouncing up and down. “Really?” Cecily asked, her face lighting up. “Miss Emily is going with us to the gala?” “Yep,” nodded Lars. He gave the glowering Cliff a smug look. He wasn’t sure if anything was going on between him and Emily or not. The look on Cliff’s face seemed to tell him that Cliff wasn’t too keen on the idea of Lars taking Emily to the gala. But since Cliff seemed to enjoy stealing away his little daughter, Lars really didn’t care if he was stealing a possible chance of getting laid away from Cliff. “It’s a date Sweetie,” Lars elaborated to Cecily. “She actually asked me if she could go with us.” “What happened to Whitney?” Cliff asked flatly. “I’m so done with Whitney,” Lars said with a laugh. “Plus Emily is so sweet. She just adores little Cecily, and her Father.” “She barely knows you,” Cliff muttered. “We talked for a while when she brought over Cecily’s brand new purple dress,” Lars explained. “We have so much in common, and she fixed Cecily’s hair all pretty.” “Really?” Cecily piped up. “You think my hair is pretty?” “Of course Sweetie,” said Lars as he gave the top of Cecily’s head a kiss. “Miss Emily has always wanted a little daughter of her own, and she’s very excited that she’s met a man who already has a little daughter. She also was very impressed that my Father is a member of the Danish Men’s League.” With each and every word that he said, Lars could see Cliff’s face falling with disappointment. Even Cecily noticed it. “What’s wrong Mr. Cliff?” she asked. “You look so sad. Aren’t you glad that Miss Emily is going to be with my Dad at the gala tonight?” “I’m thrilled,” Cliff muttered, very much uninspired. “Don’t you think that Miss Emily is one of the prettiest girls in the entire world?” Cecily asked. “She’s alright,” Cliff mumbled distantly. “Are you sure that you’re okay?” Cecily asked again, and tugged on Cliff’s sleeve. “I’m fine Cecily,” Cliff reassured her. “Can I walk with you and Mr. Kirk to the gala?” asked Cecily. “Absolutely not,” cut in Lars, as he pulled the girl away. “You will walk with your Father, and his new girlfriend.” Cecily frowned. “But I want to go with Mr. Cliff,” she argued. “Well, sometimes we don’t all get what we want in life,” Lars replied. “You sure as hell got that right,” Cliff mumbled. “You’ll be at the gala though,?” Cecily asked Cliff. “You have to be there. You said that you’d dance with me.” “I will,” Cliff nodded, still being somewhat distant. “Promise?” Cecily asked. “I promise,” said Cliff. “Can I have your first dance?” Cecily asked. “Jesus Christ Cecily!” Lars exclaimed, glancing down at his watch. “It’s not like the man has women lined up all the way to East Jakipsie wanting to dance with him! Now let’s get going! We’ll surely be late picking Miss Emily up.” He yanked Cecily out of their hotel room, slamming the door behind him. “She’s such a sweet little girl,” Missy commented as Kirk helped her into her coat. “She really wants to dance with you Cliff.” “Well,” Cliff muttered as he grabbed his coat. “At least someone does…” |
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| Shayi | July 25, 2007, 2:50 am Post #81 |
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lol oh poor, poor Cliff. He's getting kicked every which was from Sunday which is NOT spiffy at all ;) I do love the way that you write the interaction between him and Cecily, it's absolutely brilliantly done, and the dialogue always flows so well. “Lars, we’ve slept in the same bed together,” Cliff scowled with annoyance. “Sadly, I’ve seen your dick too. We aren’t exactly strangers.” ^^ See that bit there - I could just hear him saying that in a really dry tone of voice, annoyed and resigned. You really seemed to capture the character so well there, between being someone being nice to a little girl and pissed with their bandmate I hope, for Cliff's sake and Cecily's that Lars gets either a slap or his comeuppance, anything to make the little sod see sense! And Kirk (cute l'il Kirk Lee) - his poor clothes being used as a hankerchief! I'm very impressed he managed to keep his mouth shut about it Fabby update as usual - I love this story so, so much! |
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| MissMetallica;; | July 25, 2007, 3:56 am Post #82 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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you have definately amazed me with your fabulous writing skills. i love the way you write verity, and i love this story so much! ok so, it seems that lars is a dick. haha stating the obvious. i also thought the exact same thing that shayi said about what cliff said. (my bad english) i could just hear the dry tone in my head. great writing!! cant wait for more of this epic tale
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| Verity | July 25, 2007, 1:38 pm Post #83 |
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The Story Girl
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I'm glad that y'all are liking this. Here's the bit I finished last night. I hope it's alright. Kristen- thanks for calling it an epic tale. That rocked. Shayi- glad you like Cliff and Cecily. There's some more feel goody happy interaction with them in this chapter. And for a brief while, even Larsy will be nice. Chapter 26- Lars is Well Behaved…For a Little While Cecily, adorned in her pretty purple dress, and pink parka, led an odd parade of Lars, who was wearing tight, tight, black jeans, a Zildjian cymbals sweatshirt, and a puffy leather jacket, and Emily, who felt overdressed (well when compared to Lars, but not to Cecily) in a beautiful light pink dress that also had a swishy shirt. She had worn it on purpose because she knew that Cecily would appreciate the swishiness skirt. “We’re stopping in here for a minute Cecily,” Lars said as he pushed open the door to a small convenience store. “But we’ll be late to the gala,” Cecily replied. “I’m a rock star,” Lars retorted as he held the door open for Emily. “I’m supposed to be late. I need to buy a pack of cigarettes, I’m out.” Emily had to admit that she was grateful that they went inside the store. It was so fucking cold outside. “You want anything?” Lars asked. “A bottle of wine?” “I’m sure that they’ll have plenty of wine at the gala,” Emily replied. “I don’t mind buying you something,” Lars said sweetly. “Actually, I’d really like to.” “Surprise me then,” said Emily. Lars smiled at Emily, and she gave him a little smile back. His heart fluttered. She was such a sweet girl, with such a sweet smile. She was like fucking Mary Poppins, practically perfect in every way. Cecily had found a bucket of long stemmed multicolored roses up by the front counter. She was looking at them with great interest. This gave Lars an idea. He put on his sunglasses, and strolled on up behind Cecily. “Aren’t they pretty Daddy?” Cecily asked. “I’m going to get a couple for Miss Emily,” Lars responded. Surely roses would help him get Emily into bed. Lars reached for a couple of red ones. “She likes the pink roses,” Cecily announced. “And just how do you know that?” Lars demanded. “Because she’s wearing pink,” Cecily replied sweetly. Lars glared at Cecily in frowned. He wasn’t too thrilled with taking advice from the peanut gallery, but nevertheless, with a sigh, he put the red roses back, and selected two pink ones, and placed them up on the counter. “These two roses, and a pack of Princes please,” Lars ordered to the clerk. As the clerk went off to get the cigarettes, Lars noticed that Cecily was still looking at the bucket of roses. “Ah fock,” he thought. “ I bought Emily roses, I guess I should at least buy one for her too.” “Cecily dear,” spoke up Lars. “You can pick out a rose for yourself.” “That’s okay,” replied Cecily. “I just like looking at them, and I wouldn’t want you to have to spend anymore money.” “I can easily afford to buy you a rose Cecily,” Lars retorted. “Go on, choose one.” “Are you sure?” Cecily asked sheepishly. “You don’t have to. It’s alright.” “Just pick out a focking rose!” Lars snapped. He turned to the clerk who had returned with his cigarettes. “I’ll take one more rose,” Lars said and threw some more money down onto the counter. “Can I have one of the purple ones please?” asked Cecily. The man behind the counter couldn’t help but smile. “Is that your daughter?” he asked Lars. “Yeah,” Lars replied. “She’s adorable,” remarked the clerk. “Uh, thank you” Lars stammered, as a warm feeling started to swell throughout his entire body. Lars had had many kind compliments in his life. He had been told that his band kicked ass, and rocked all balls and cock. He had been told that he was a promising tennis student. He had been told that he was a very smart and savvy businessman. He had also been told that he was phenomenal in the sack, but nothing, no compliment, felt as good as the one he had just been given about his little daughter. His heart began to burst with pride as he watched Cecily carefully select a purple rose out of the bucket, and show it to Emily. “You have a beautiful family,” the clerk went on. “Wife and daughter. You don’t see such beautiful and loving families like that anymore.” Lars’s face turned completely red. He knew that he should correct the clerk. Emily was most certainly not his wife, nor was she Cecily’s mother, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Yeah,” Lars nodded as he took Emily’s two roses and his cigarettes. He turned to Cecily. “Zip up your coat,” he instructed to her. “But I want to show off my pretty new dress,” said Cecily, who was happily clutching her purple rose. “Show it off at the gala,” said Lars as he knelt down to zip up her coat for her. “I’m not going to have my daughter running about with her coat unzipped during the winter in Copenhagen.” He zipped up her coat, and gave her a quick, tight, little, hug. “I can just tell how much you love your family,” the clerk went on. “I can tell that they’re both your whole world.” “Oh yes,” Lars said and nodded. “They most certainly are.” *** The Copenhagen Opera House was used for everything from AA meetings, to freak shows, political debates, and magic lantern shows, but tonight it was the setting for the Father of the Year Gala. As they approached the bustling opera house, Cecily’s little legs grew tired of walking, so Lars gave her a piggyback ride. “ I don’t see why Cliff and Kirk claim that Lars is a horrible father,” Emily thought to herself. “ He seems very doting and affectionate towards his daughter. Yeah, he wasn’t happy with the purple dress at first, but maybe he was a little jealous that his friend had bought such a nice gift for his daughter without asking him first. He’s been very sweet to me tonight, and I think that he loves his daughter very much.” As soon as they arrived at the Opera House, Lars helped Cecily shimmy out of her coat. She ran straight to Cliff, Kirk, and Missy, who had arrived long before them. “Mr. Cliff!” she yelled as she ran across the room, clutching her rose. “I have something for you!” Cliff immediately bent down to catch the racing Cecily as she flung herself into his arms. “What’d I ever do to get the honor of being with the most beautiful girl in the room?” he teased. Cecily held her rose out to Cliff. “This is for you,” she said. “I want you to have it.” “But a pretty rose like that, belongs with a pretty girl,” replied Cliff. “But you’re my best friend, and I want you to have it,” said Cecily. “I insist.” “Well, if you insist,” Cliff laughed and took the rose. “I think I owe you a dance.” Cecily broke out into a huge smile. She took Cliff’s hand as he led her onto the dance floor. Lars noticed that his father, Torben Ulrich, had been watching the exchange from across the room. He was frowning, particularly at Cecily. “Fock,” thought Lars. “ Does he know? Does he somehow know that Cecily is my daughter?” Lars gulped. He knew that he would have to tell his parents soon about Cecily, especially since he was going to take her back home with him, but he didn’t want them finding out about his daughter through the grapevine. At first, Lars was very worried about what they would think and say about his long lost illegitimate daughter, but after hearing the praise from the store clerk, Lars wanted to show his new daughter to everybody. Even if she was dressed in a silly dress that Cliff had bought for her, Lars had to admit that she did look absolutely adorable, especially with the way that Emily had done her hair. He was proud of her, and it was time to tell his Father that he was indeed a Grandfather. Lars took a deep breath, and approached his dad. Torben did not look happy, and Lars knew that he wasn’t a very pleasant fellow to be around when he wasn’t happy. “Hello Pa,” greeted Lars, as he tried to sound chipper. “Can I buy you a Scotch?” “No,” Torben returned sternly. An uneasy feeling crept in Lars’s stomach. “I think that you’re going to win Father of the Year,” Lars rambled, trying to butter up his Dad before delivering earth shattering news. “Pa,” Lars began. “There’s something important that I have to tell you.” “I wasn’t aware that Cliff Burton had a daughter,” Torben interrupted Lars flatly. “You know what this could mean for Metallica, Lars? Your fans aren’t going to appreciate the fact that one of you guys is unmarried, and has a daughter. The groupies are especially not going to like it. You guys are just kids yourselves! A daughter is the last thing that Cliff needs. It’s going to totally crimp Metallica’s style.” Lars Ulrich felt sick. He had never thought once about what the fans would think. How could he possibly tell his Father the truth about Cecily now? “I don’t even know how Burton managed to have such a cute kid,” Torben quipped as he finished off his drink. “She must have a good looking mother.” “She’s not Cliff’s,” Lars piped up finally. “So Cliff is just dancing, and letting her hang all over him out of the goodness of his heart then?” Torben shot sarcastically. “Yeah actually,” said Lars. Torben turned to stare at his son. Lars’s face didn’t flinch in the least. His son seemed to actually be telling the truth. “And just who does she belong to?” Torben demanded. For once, Lars didn’t know what to say. He stood frozen in front of his old man. “Is she just some orphan kid who wandered in from the street, and happened to latch onto Cliff?” Torben taunted. “Not exactly,” mumbled Lars, his palms were getting sweaty now. He took one extra look at Cecily to make sure that she was well out of earshot. “She’s actually just the daughter of someone who works at the hotel that we’re staying at. No one important really. Just for some reason she likes to hang around Cliff, and he buys her stuff.” “Well then,” Torben uttered a sigh of relief. “I guess that’s okay. But tell Burton to ditch the kid whenever you boys are at Metallica related events. He certainly needs to be rid of her by the time that you go back to the United States. It just doesn’t look metal.” “Yes sir,” mumbled Lars as a swarm of Torben’s Danish Men’s League cronies approached his dad to talk with him. He had lied to his Father. Not only had he lied to his Father, but he had lied about who his Father’s own flesh and bloodline was. He was denying him the chance to get to know his little granddaughter, and he felt horrible. Had Emily overheard? Fortunately, she was across the room, and didn’t seem to know anything that was said. Only a few moments ago, Lars had been feeling like the greatest Dad in the world. He had felt warm and filled with pride for his little girl. Now he felt cold and empty, for he had denied that he had a daughter for the second time… |
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| metallicababygirl | July 25, 2007, 2:12 pm Post #84 |
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*smacks Lars* Stop denying your beautiful daughter all the time. And Cliff being the perfect gentleman dancing with Cecily. |
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| MissMetallica;; | July 26, 2007, 2:05 am Post #85 |
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an opera house with AA meetings and freak shows hahaha i love it! another great update ashley (god i hope thats the right name, im so sorry if its not) its like lars has a split personality. thats awesome, and its good to see there is a nice lars in that little dane somewhere. epic tale. love it
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| Shayi | July 26, 2007, 3:09 am Post #86 |
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Wow. You actually have me feeling sorry for Lars. I didn't think that would be too easy in this story being as he's been such an ass I think it was when he felt all warm in the shop about what the clerk said. He for a while seemed so very happy before Torben scared him into keeping quiet. Sure he could have stood up to him, but still. I did feel quite sorry for the guy. However, I think Torben being like that really does rather explain where Lars got his assholishness (it is a word now) from. He seems like such a cold fish, caring only about appearances.... Git. And Cecily gave Cliff her rose. Now that was so, so sweet. And she's got her dance with him as well, so that's all good. Lastly - Emily, what a sweetheart, wearing a swishy skirt for Cecily. This story is so so awesome. I can't wait for your next bit
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| Raedoll | July 26, 2007, 8:12 am Post #87 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Cecily is such a little darling ;_; I love kids. They can be such dolls when they want to be. I agree with Shayi, I actually feel compassion for Lars, the little dick. Rawr, you're giving me confusing emotions girlie @_@ That's scary. But I love it! Cecily wanted to show Cliff she loves him as much as he cares about her, and Torben is a buttwipe. Yes, a buttwipe. -_o How the heck is Lars going to keep his fat trap shut? |
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| Verity | July 26, 2007, 10:58 am Post #88 |
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It's all going to start going down now. I also decided to add some asshole children into the story as well. and Lars will get one more chance to tell his father about Cecily, we'll see what he does in this chapter. Kristen- Yep. You got the right name. And even if you didn't, you don't need to feel bad. I have a friend who always called me Abby. I finally corrected him, and he shrugged and said "you look like an Abby, so I'm going to keep calling you Abby." And even to this very day, he still does. So anyway, you rock way more than he does because you got my name right. Will we ever have a chapter where Cecily doesn't burst into tears????? Chapter 27- A Bad Evening for Cliff and Cecily Kirk Hammett slurped down his fifth vodka and cranberry. He pulled Missy close, and buried his face in her soft, brown, hair. “I love you,” he whispered into her ear. “Oh Kirk Lee,” Missy sighed. “I love you too. You’re such a sweetie.” She reached into her drink and pulled out a cherry, and popped it into Kirk’s mouth. Kirk was happily sucking the juice out of the cherry when he noticed Mr. Chelton and his wife come through the Opera House door. “Mr. Chelton! Mr. Chelton!” Kirk cried as he dashed across the dance floor, nearly getting mauled by the annoyed dancers. He threw his arms around Mr. Chelton. “I wasn’t expecting you to come!” he exclaimed. “Well, it is a Father of the Year Gala, is it not?” said Mr. Chelton. “You’re my adopted son, so of course I’d show up to be with you. I couldn’t have my adopted son attend the gala alone now, couldn’t I?” “Oh Mr. Chelton, you’re the best!” Kirk gasped. “I so wish that I could have entered my essay about you into the contest. You really are the best dad in the entire universe.” “That’s quite alright my boy,” Mr. Chelton replied as he gave Kirk a playful slap on the back. “You can make up for it by getting me a gin martini.” “I’m going to order you the best gin martini that money can buy,” Kirk replied happily. He stumbled over to the bar to order Mr. Chelton’s drink. While he was standing at the bar, he noticed Emily sitting alone nursing a wine spritzer. “Hi Emily,” Kirk said as he stumbled over to her. “I just wanted to tell you that you made a dress with one hell of a swishy skirt.” He pointed over to where Cliff was spinning Cecily around in circles out on the dance floor. Kirk waved over to them, to try and get Cliff to come over. He gave Cliff a knowing wink that said Emily is at the bar alone. Cliff had inadvertently helped him land Missy, and he wanted to do the same for his friend. Cliff stopped spinning Cecily around in circles. He noticed a group of three little girls about Cecily’s age, sitting across the room. They were all dressed in very expensive and pretty party gowns, but Cecily’s dress was every bit as nice. “Why’d you stop spinning me Mr. Cliff?” Cecily asked. “Because I don’t want you throwing up all over your new dress,” Cliff answered. He pointed over to the group of little girls. “Why don’t you go hang around with those girls over there?” “Because I’d rather hang out with you,” Cecily replied. “Those girls don’t drink, or smoke pot, or tell stories about the Misfits, or say fuck.” “Cecily! Watch your mouth!” Cliff scolded. “You want to kiss a bar of soap again?” “Not really,” Cecily replied, shaking her head. “That’s what I thought,” said Cliff. “I’m going to go speak with Miss Emily for a few minutes. Until I return, go sit over there with those girls.” Cecily wearily looked over at the girls. She had her reasons for being a bit skeptical about them. She knew them. She had seen them around at preschool, but she had never fit in with them. She didn’t have all of the pretty clothes that they did, and most of all, she didn’t have a father. “What’s wrong Cecily?” Cliff asked when he noticed that Cecily didn’t seem too pleased. “Those girls don’t like me,” said Cecily. “That’s bullshit,” Cliff shot. “Fuck them. Why don’t they like you?” “Because I don’t have a Dad,” Cecily stammered. “You do now,” replied Cliff. “You have Lars.” “I guess that you’re right,” said Cecily. “Mr. Cliff is always right,” she thought. “ I do have a dad now, and I have on a dress that’s every bit as nice as the dresses that they are wearing. Actually, I think that my dress is much prettier.” Cecily took a deep breath. She could tell that Cliff seemed very eager to go and talk to Miss Emily, and she didn’t want to get in the way of that. “I’ll go,” she said finally. Cliff gave her a quick squeeze, and a quick kiss on the forehead. “That’s a brave girl,” he said. “And if those girls give you any bullshit you just tell them to go fuck themselves.” “But you’ll wash out my mouth again,” whimpered Cecily. “No I won’t,” promised Cliff. “On some occasions it’s alright to say fuck, and if those girls are giving you shit, you can say it as a last resort. They’re nothing but mindless twats anyway.” “Okay,” Cecily replied. She wasn’t exactly sure what a mindless twat was, but it didn’t sound very pleasant. Reluctantly, she made her way over to the girls. Meanwhile, Cliff darted over to where Kirk and Emily were sitting at the bar. “I’ve got to go take a wiz,” Kirk announced as soon as Cliff sat down. “Kirk don’t go,” Cliff started to plead but Kirk was already halfway across the room. He flipped Cliff off. “Fuck you prick!” Cliff snarled at him, and then turned to Emily who was sitting right there next to him. “Hi,” he squeaked. “I think I owe you a drink for finishing Cecily’s dress.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. “I owe you this too. I saved this for you,” he said and slid the money towards the Emily. “It's a tip for your time and effort. It meant a lot to me that you did fixed that dress for Cecily.” “It’s alright,” said Emily. “Lars paid me well for the alterations.” She pushed the money back towards Cliff. “Oh,” Cliff stammered. “ That fucking Danish toad!” Cliff thought. “Does he have to horn in on everything? “Well then,” Cliff said aloud. “I guess you don’t want my money.” “You can still buy me a drink,” Emily said cheerfully. “I never turn down a free drink.” Emily could sense that Cliff seemed hurt and frustrated. There certainly was a fair amount of tension between Lars and Cliff. She decided to give him a boost “Cecily adores you so,” she said. “It was very nice of you to buy her that dress.” “She’s a great little girl,” Cliff said as he lit a cigarette. “Her Mom doesn’t give a shit about her, and neither does her Dad. I guess I try to be like both to her. She deserves a loving home, but she doesn’t have one.” “I think that Lars cares about her,” said Emily. “He seems like a very attentive Father.” Cliff spat out his drink. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” he exclaimed. “No, he’s really sweet on her,” said Emily. “He’s like this brash and crazy rock person, but when he’s around his little daughter he melts. He’s so careful and gentle around her.” “Are we talking about the same Lars Ulrich?” Cliff asked. “Why don’t you like Lars?” asked Emily. “You like his daughter well enough. I don’t quite understand it. I feel as if both of you are in competition for her affections. Why all the bullshit?” “I’m not in any competition!” Cliff yelped. “He’s a shitty father, period! He only cares about Cecily when it’s convenient for him! One time, he even pawned her off as my daughter just so that he could score with some chick at a bar.” “I don’t think that Lars would ever do that,” Emily said. “That’s an awful thing to say about your friend and band mate, Cliff. If you have issues with Lars that’s your own thing, but don’t go making up stories about him, and don’t be turning his little daughter against him! Leave the poor little girl out of this!” To Cliff’s horror and disbelief, Emily pushed the drink that he had bought her away, and left the bar. Meanwhile, Cecily wasn’t having very much fun either. As soon as she approached the group of girls the ridicule started. “Gee Cecily, where’d you ever get a dress like that?” one of the girls, Amanda, stated. “What’s wrong with my dress?” Cecily asked defensively. “Nothing. It’s just that we aren’t used to seeing you wearing anything nice,” Amanda went on. “Usually, you’re in rags.” “My Mom says that Cecily’s Mom is the village tramp,” another girl named Caroline said. “Maybe she finally went down with a rich man.” “My Mom is not a tramp!” Cecily yelled, but she knew that Caroline was right. “Oh really?” Caroline snorted. “Well then, where’s your Father? Your Mother probably doesn’t even know who your Father even is!” “She does too!” Cecily yelled. “Why’d he leave your Mum?” taunted Amanda. “Because she’s a tramp? Or because he didn’t want you?” Cecily’s whole face and little body grew red. “My Daddy cares about me!” shouted Cecily. “He’s even took me to the gala.” “Your Father is here?” Caroline asked. All three of the girls grew quiet. None of them had ever seen or heard of Cecily’s Father. “Yes,” Cecily nodded. “His name is Lars, and he’s right over there.” Cecily pointed across the room to where Lars was standing still talking to his own father. He didn’t even look over in Cecily’s direction. “The guy with the long hair, and leather jacket?” Isadora, the third girl asked. “Your Dad has long hair, and wears leather? That’s cool.” “He plays in a rock band,” Cecily went on. “Could he get us concert tickets?” Isadora asked. “He could get us anything,” said Cecily. “He’s going to take me to the United States to live with him.” Cecily knew that her going to the United States with Lars, wasn’t at all a for sure thing. But the look on Isadora’s, Amanda’s, and Caroline’s faces was all worth it. “Wow, the United States,” Amanda breathed. “I’ve always wanted to go there.” “He lives in California where movies are made,” Cecily went on. “You’re so lucky Cecily,” Isadora said. “Your dad is a rock star.” Caroline was frowning. She did not look convinced, or amused. “He’s not even looking at you Cecily,” she snapped. “You’re lying.” “I am not!” Cecily retorted. “Then get him to wave to you,” said Caroline. Cecily knew that even from across the room that would be an easy task. “Daddy! Daddy!” she called. She began to jump up and down and wave frantically at Lars. To Cecily’s horror, Lars actually turned his back to her. “He doesn’t know you at all,” Caroline snickered. “He just can’t hear me very well,” Cecily mumbled. “Come on. I’ll introduce you to him.” Amanda, Caroline, and Isadora followed Cecily across the room and over to where Lars and Torben Ulrich were standing. As they neared them Isadora cried “Cecily! Is your grandfather Torben Ulrich?” Cecily wasn’t quite sure just who her grandfather even was. “Torben Ulrich?” Cecily repeated. “The tennis pro,” said Isadora. “My brother worships him.” Cecily remembered that Mr. Kirk had mentioned something about her grandfather being a famous tennis player. She broke out into a huge smile. “Why yes,” she said. “He is my grandfather.” Cecily marched right up to Lars and tugged on the sleeve of his leather jacket. Lars was talking in mid sentence to his father. “Fock,” he thought. “ Can’t the focking kid leave me alone for two minutes? And she’s brought a whole focking army of little girls with her. Maybe if I ignore her, she’ll go away.” Lars kept on talking to his dad. Cecily tugged again “Daddy,” she said. “I want you to meet my friends Daddy.” “Not now Cecily,” Lars mumbled. “But Dad,” Cecily argued. She noticed that Torben Ulrich was staring right at her, and he was not smiling. “Dad?” Torben said, raising his eyebrows, and looking at Lars. “She thinks that everyone in Metallica is her father,” Lars explained. “She’s so desperately searching for a father figure. Earlier it was Cliff, last week it was Kirk, now it’s me.” “Daddy, what are you talking about?” asked Cecily. “Would you please say hello to my friends? They don’t believe that you’re my Dad.” “Cecily says that you’re going to take her to live with you in the United States,” said Caroline. Lars, Torben, the three girls, and Cecily were all quiet. Neither noticed Emily come up behind them. Lars looked down at his shoes. Even though he wasn’t looking at him, he could feel his Father staring at him in complete disapproval. “Is Metallica adopting orphan kids and taking them over to the United States a new trend Lars?” Torben asked sardonically. “Or do you have some explaining to do to me?” “Daddy,” Cecily whimpered. “They don’t believe me. Tell them that you’re my Dad. Help me Daddy!” Lars looked at his father for a brief second, and then back down at his shoes. There was no way that he could even bear to look at Cecily. “Cecily,” he said. “I know that you really, really, really, want to find your Father but I’m not him. I’m not your Dad.” “I told you that her Mum was a tramp!” Caroline laughed. “Cecily will never have a Dad!” “You lied to me Cecily!” Isadora yelled. “And I almost believed you too.” “Her Mom has no morals, why should she?” Amanda shot. Cecily was absolutely confused and humiliated. “Go fuck yourselves, all of you!” Cecily yelled. She turned to Lars. “And you too Dad!” And then she burst into tears. She took off running, getting lost in the crowd. “She talks like a trucker too,” Caroline snarled. “I’ve got to go,” said Lars, anxious to get away from his father. He tried to make his way away from him, but he ran smack right into Emily. “Since when is Cecily not your daughter?” she asked coldly. “Emily darling, I can explain later,” Lars promised. “Don’t call me darling!” Emily yelled. “I’m not your darling! Cliff was right about you!” She slapped Lars across the face. “Ouch!” a stunned and surprisd Lars yelped. His hand flew up to rub the red mark that was left on his cheek. “You are a shitty father!” Emily cried. “He’s a shitty liar too,” Torben put in as he came up between them. He turned to Lars. “So when were you planning on telling me that I have a granddaughter?” |
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| Raedoll | July 26, 2007, 10:02 pm Post #89 |
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OH MY GOD! There will never be a chapter where Cecily doesn't burst into tears, good or bad. Which is okay. Lars is such a twatwaffle. I don't like him, GO EMILY! for bitchslapping that little toad! I love Cliff, I hope he and Emily can get together and adopt Cecily and have babies of their own and be happy! and LARS can get dripdick for a year! And just...Blaaaaaaahhh. Lars is a shitty liar, and Torben is finally not being an ass. |
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| Verity | July 26, 2007, 11:15 pm Post #90 |
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The Story Girl
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Thanks for the review. I am triyng to decide about what to do about the next chapter. It's rather long. Very long. I could I guess, break it up into 2 different sections, but I'm not sure that I want to do that. Things are good in the next chapter, yet so very wrong at the same time and I like that effect. Y'all just might have to read it in 2 sittings because it's long and tedious. I'm kind of mentally exhausted from writing it. and yeah, Cecily cries all the time. little brat.
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That is one of the things that I love so much about your writing - the way that you bring all the people in it to life.

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