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| Daughter of the Year; Ze Sequel to Father of the Year | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: December 14, 2007, 12:15 am (11,132 Views) | |
| Verity | December 14, 2007, 12:15 am Post #1 |
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The Story Girl
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Disclaimer: I don't own Metallica, but I do own all of the other boring off characters that are in this story. No harm is intended to those mentioned. It's a work of fiction, and not for profit. It's just for shits and giggles, and because Simone wanted a sequel. Summary: This is a sequel to Father of the Year. It takes place 6 years later. If you haven't read Father of the Year you won't know what the fuck is happening. Warning- As in all of my stories very naughty language, mildly offensive toilet jokes, and lots of comments about tits. This story might be a little slow. I promise that all of the tallica guys show up but it takes a while. This will be another long one, and it's not my best so bear with me. Chapter One May 1992 “Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver” eleven-year-old Cecily Burton read aloud from the book of poetry that she was carrying as she idly walked through the gardens of her Great Aunt Josephine’s vineyard. She read on “Overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.” Cecily drew the book close to her heart. “Isn’t that simply amazing Geezer?” she asked. She turned to the butt ugly, grey, shaggy, and rather smelly dog that was walking along beside her. She had claimed that he had followed her home from her friend Mandie’s house one day, though the fact that she had given him a bit of her jelly cookie might have had something to do with it. Nevertheless, Cliff had let her keep him, just as long as she named him after his favorite bassist of all time. Poor old Geezer had a skin condition that caused him to get itchy and puss laden welts all over his skin. It also caused him to smell, no matter how many baths that you gave him. Cliff and Cecily loved him anyway. After all, they were sure that even the real Sir Geezer Butler himself could get rather smelly at times. Geezer looked up at Cecily with big brown eyes of understanding. “I wish that I could be half as beautiful as the Lady of Shalott,” Cecily went on. She turned to her dog, and crouched down. She placed a big kiss right on his head. “Do you think that maybe someday I could be half as beautiful?” “Absofuckinglutely,” a voice from behind her replied. “Actually, I think that you’re even more beautiful, and I’ve been with a lot of chicks over the years, so I know this shit.” Cecily whirled around. “Daddy!” she yelped. She ran at full speed right into Cliff’s arms, her very, very, long brownish hair whirling about in the wind. “Daddy!” she cried as he hugged her. “I thought that you wouldn’t be home for another couple of days.” “I got done early,” Cliff explained as he kissed the top of Cecily’s head. “You’ll have to send the harem of male strippers home.” “Daddy,” Cecily laughed. “You know that I have no interest in boys. Boys are stupid, and they smell bad, except for Mr. Kirk. He always smells nice.” “And except for me Cess. Right?” Cliff asked. “Actually, even you could stand to do your laundry,” Cecily teased. “That’s what happens when you’ve been out on the road for two months,” replied Cliff. A lot of random shit had happened. Cliff had decided to leave Metallica after they had decided to become the darlings of MTV and hook up with world famous and elitist producer Bob Rock. During the recording of the Black album, Cliff tried to tolerate Mr. Rock, since Lars had said that when Bob Rock shits he shits gold and that he even had hunted and killed a wildebeest on an African safari once. However, the day that Bob Rock told Cliff no more bass solos, was his last day in Metallica. Lars and James weren’t very happy, but they weren’t going to ditch out on an already signed contract with Bob Rock either. It wasn’t necessarily all bad though. Cliff had recorded four albums with the band. Now that Metallica was a household name, people were flocking to the stores to buy up all of their albums, even their old ones. Cliff could easily live comfortably off of the royalties. He also started teaching bass as well, and had countless students come in for lessons. He bought a ranch style house near Aunt Josephine’s vineyard in the hills with a gorgeous view, and a huge-ass back deck. It was quiet, docile, and the perfect place for him to raise Cecily. Recently, he had gotten into producing, and had produced an album for the new up-and-coming metal group Gastropod. The band had just embarked on their first ever worldwide tour, and Cliff had gone with them and acted as their road manager. He now had a newfound respect for Brian Slagel, after being out on the road for two months with four, sex crazed, twenty-three-year-old guys, that he had to single handedly keep in line. He was very, very, glad to be home. “You haven’t done laundry in two months?” Cecily asked. “Nope,” Cliff replied proudly as he ruffled his daughter’s hair. “I didn’t have a Cecily to take care of me.” “But you were in London,” said Cecily. “Surely Miss Emily would have forced you to do your laundry.” Cliff’s smile disappeared. Miss Emily was a very touchy subject for him right now, and one that he did not want to really discuss with Cecily at the moment. For the past six years, Miss Emily had been Cecily’s mother figure. She took her shopping, did her hair, took her to tea, and bought her really nice clothes. If it wasn’t for Miss Emily, Cecily wouldn’t have anything to wear except jeans and various seventies and eighties metal band T-shirts. She also wouldn’t have a mother. Cecily hadn’t seen and had barely heard from her mother since coming to live with Cliff six and a half years ago. She never called or wrote to her daughter. A once a year birthday card was about it. What Cecily didn’t know was that Cliff and Miss Emily had a rather rocky and turbulent relationship. They were engaged for a while, but then Emily broke off the engagement after Cliff admitted to sleeping with a bevy of fabulously beautiful strippers in Tulsa on the And Justice for All tour. They still tried to work things out, but a lot of shit kept going down between them. That past January, Emily had returned to London to study fashion for a while. Unannounced to Cecily, she had also went to London to have some time away from Cliff. “What’s wrong Daddy?” Cecily asked, sensing that Cliff was uncomfortable. “How’s Miss Emily doing? I’m sure that she’s having a lovely time being back with her family in London. She said that I could visit her this summer. Can I? Please Daddy? She said that she’d take me to a real, English, tea!” Cliff would deal with Emily later. He actually had something else very, very, very, important to tell Cecily but he wanted to wait. He wasn’t quite sure how she was going to take it, and he didn’t want to upset her on his first day home. He had missed her terribly. In some ways, he felt that not being in Metallica anymore was a blessing. Now that they were famous, Metallica was on the road more than ever. At least teaching and producing albums, he could be at home more often. “We’ll talk about that later,” he sighed. “I just got home, and I’ve missed you so much Cecily. I don’t want to talk about sending you off to England anytime soon.” Geezer jumped up onto Cliff, putting muddy paw prints all over his bellbottoms. He tried to lick his face. “Yeah, yeah,” Cliff laughed as he ruffed the dog’s mangy, shaggy, hair. “I missed you too Geezer. Even if you do smell like a crack whore’s cunt.” “And who’s the one who hasn’t done their laundry in two months?” Cecily reminded him. “That’s another good thing about having to stop at Aunt Josephine’s to pick you up,” said Cliff. “Brunhilda will do my laundry for me.” “I’m so happy that you’re home Daddy,” said Cecily as leaned up against him. Cliff put his arm around her as they made their way towards the house. “I brought you back a little something,” said Cliff. “It’s nothing real exciting.” “You didn’t have to bring me anything,” Cecily replied. “Of course I did,” said Cliff. “I always bring you back some shit. I’ll think that you’ll like it.” “Is it a gown fit enough for the Lady of Shalott herself?” Cecily asked as they went inside the villa. “No, but you wouldn’t want me picking out your gowns anyway,” Cliff replied. “And, I think that the Lady of Shalott looks her best naked, or in one of those crotchless, open bust, teddies.” Cecily rolled her eyes. Some things over the years would just never change. “You found her Clifford,” said Aunt Josephine as she greeted them. “I did,” Cliff answered. “Thanks for looking after her for me.” “It’s my pleasure,” answered his Aunt. “You know that I love having Cecily around.” She smiled at the little girl. “Isn’t that right?” “Aunt Josephine showed me how to make her famous current wine,” said Cecily. “Fuck yeah,” said Cliff. “You’ll have to make some for me. I knew that you’d come in handy for something someday.” “I sure as hell did make some for you,” replied Cecily. “Let me go get it!” Cecily ran excitedly up to the Rose Guest Suite where she always slept when she stayed with her great aunt. “No running in the house Cecily!” Aunt Josephine cried. However, Cecily was already halfway up the stairs. She turned to her nephew. “She’s always so happy when you come home,” she said. “She’s been chattering about your return for weeks.” “Two months is way too fucking long to be away from her,” said Cliff as he took out a cigarette, and popped it into his mouth. If Cliff had had a dollar for every time that he had attempted to quit smoking over the years, he would have been an insanely wealthy dude. He tried not to smoke around Cecily though. Now weed was a much different story. “Have you told her about Clarisse?” Aunt Josephine asked. Cliff nearly choked on his cigarette. “Shush!” he snarled. “Keep your voice down.” “I’ll take that as a no,” said Josephine as she fixed herself some gin and seltzer water. “Cliff, you just have to tell her.” “I know,” Cliff agreed. “I promise that I’ll tell her tomorrow. I don’t want my first night with Cecily after being away for two months ruined.” “She’s always wanted a mother,” said Aunt Josephine. “Do you really think that she’s going to be that upset?” “Fuck yeah she is,” said Cliff. “She still thinks that I’m together with Emily. She’s going to be shocked when she finds out that we despise each other. Then on top of it, I have to tell her that I’m proposing to someone else, and that she’s going to get a new mother, one that she’ll be meeting for the first time in two days.” “Clarisse is coming in two days?” Aunt Josephine asked. She took a swig of her gin fizz. “That’s awfully soon.” “She wants to see where I live,” Cliff replied. “And she needs to meet Cecily. I’m hoping that the two can bond.” Aunt Josephine fell silent. For the past six years it had just been common knowledge that Cliff and Emily were working on raising Cecily together, and that they would eventually marry. She had always loved Emily, and felt that she was a good match for Cliff, plus Cecily adored her so. Cliff marrying someone else would most definitely be a strange thought to get used to. Cecily took a flying leap off of the last few steps, and raced through the parlor to the kitchen. She was cradling a bottle of wine. “Voila!” she said with a flourish as she presented the wine to Cliff. “I made it just for you. Wine fit enough for Sir Geezer Butler himself, and Rob Halford the Metal God.” “Aw thanks Cess,” said Cliff as he took the bottle of wine. “You rock.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “We’ll have to have some of this one night.” Cecily nodded. She unlike her friend Mandie, was allowed to drink wine at home with dinner, and on Friday nights. After all, she had spent half of her life growing up on a winery. What did one expect? Cliff turned to one of his overstuffed luggage bags and pulled out a purple gift bag stuffed with lavender tissue paper. He handed it over to Cecily. “My Dad will say that I’m spoiling you getting you such a nice present right before your birthday. My intention was to wait to give it to on your birthday, but aw fuck it. I can never wait to give you your presents.” He took a long drag on his cigarette. “Go ahead. Open it.” “Thank you Daddy,” Cecily said. She smiled, and began to dig into the bag. She pulled out some of the lavender tissue paper, and held it up to her nose. “Oh it smells simply divine,” she breathed. “I bet that it smells just like the Lady of Shalott.” “Did you give her weed again Cliff?” asked Aunt Josephine. Cliff shook his head. “Just hurry up and open your present Cecily,” he barked. Cecily carefully folded up the tissue paper to save. Maybe she could line Geezer’s bed with it to help him smell better. She reached down into the bag and pulled out a box. “Daddy is this?” she asked. “Open it and see,” said Cliff. Cecily opened the box to find a snazzy, brand new, and very nice camera staring back at her. “Oh Daddy its perfect!” she cried as she jumped up to give him a hug. “I hope it’s alright,” said Cliff. “I don’t know much about cameras and shit. Clar- a friend of mine helped me pick it out.” “It’s just the one that I wanted,” said Cecily. Cecily loved to draw and paint. She had gotten into photography when she had swiped up an old camera of Kirk’s and had taken a bunch of really candid Metallica photos. Since then, she had been bumbling about getting a camera of her very own. “Just don’t take any pictures of me when I’m stoned,” said Cliff. “Or else I’ll kick your ass.” “Well that’s going to be kind of hard to do,” said Cecily as she began to play with her new camera. “And why is that?” Cliff demanded. “Because you’re stoned most of the time,” Cecily answered. Cliff put out his cigarette, and grabbed Cecily. He pulled her into his arms. She was still a bit smaller than most her age, but Cliff didn’t mind. She didn’t grow out of her clothes as fast as the other kids did, and her very long hair made up for it. “You’re an honorary smartass,” retorted Cliff. “I think that it’s a damn good camera. Even fine enough for the Lady of Shalott herself.” “It is Daddy,” agreed Cecily. “And the first picture that I want to take with it is one of us together.” That would be an easy task. After all, Cliff was back in San Francisco, and would be back for a long while. They would have plenty of time to spend together, and Cecily could have her Daddy all to herself. Or so she thought… |
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| Verity | December 14, 2007, 12:16 am Post #2 |
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The Story Girl
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Chapter Two Cecily sat outside on the front steps again immersed in the world of The Lady of Shalott. “Excuse me,” said a voice as he stepped over Cecily in order to get down the front porch steps of Cliff’s house. Cecily was jolted out of her world of fantasy, by a tall boy with bass in tow exiting the house. “Sorry,” Cecily mumbled as she moved herself and smelly Geezer out of the way. “Don’t be sorry,” returned the boy. “You’re the lady of the house.” He gave her a friendly smile. Cecily looked up from her book. He was definitely a little older than Cecily. He had to be at least in the eighth grade, it was also quite possible that he could even be a freshman. He was tall with hazel eyes, the kind of eyes that often change color in different shades of light. He was obviously trying to grow out his hair. It was now in that shaggy, in between stage, where it hung almost down to his shoulders. It was a light brown color, but had some strands that were blonde, kissed by the California sun. He was dressed in jeans and an Iron Maiden tour T-shirt. He had obviously just had taken a bass lesson from Cliff. Cecily had no idea what to say. She was already shy enough to begin with, especially around people whom she didn’t know. She let out a rather stupid sounding and forced giggle, and then turned her attention back to her book. The boy stood on the front porch, scanning the street for any sign of his Mom, who was supposed to be picking him up. She was obviously running late. “What are you reading?” he asked. Cecily’s cheeks turned pink. For some reason, she had always hated telling people what books she was reading, probably because she was always reading something considered weird. She was positive that this random boy would probably consider The Lady of Shalott a very strange poem to be immersing herself in. “Nothing,” she replied. “Just something for school.” The boy plopped down on the step right next to Cecily, Geezer in between them. She really wished that he would just go away. She had no use or interest for boys. But to Cecily’s surprise, the boy actually gave Geezer a pat. “Hey old Geezer,” he said to the dog as he scratched his head. “He likes having his head rubbed,” said Cecily, grateful to have the dog taking the boy’s attention off of her.” The boy began to rub Geezer’s head. Geezer let out a content sigh. “He’s a cool dog,” he said. “He’s the greatest dog in the entire world,” said Cecily. “Though some of my friends don’t like him because he smells bad. He can’t help it though.” She turned to the dog and gave him a kiss. “Can you boy? It’s not your fault.” “We all smell bad at some point,” the boy shrugged. He stopped petting Geezer, and held his hand out to Cecily. “I’m Jackson,” he introduced. “I take lessons with your Dad, obviously.” Cecily awkwardly took Jackson’s hand, and gave it a quick flimsy shake. “Cecily,” she said shyly. Cliff came up to the front door. “Hey Jackson,” he said. “Your Mom just called. She’s running a few minutes late, and will be here soon.” “That’s what I figured,” replied Jackson. “Thanks Mr. Burton.” “Your welcome,” replied Cliff. He turned to Cecily. “Cecily, Sweetheart, I need to have a word with you inside.” Cecily closed her book, and sprang up to go inside, Geezer at her heels. “Bye Cecily,” Jackson called as he waved. Cecily mumbled something that sort of resembled “bye,” and made her way inside the house. She strolled into the kitchen, and perched herself up on a stool at the counter. “Is this about my birthday party Dad?” she asked. Shit, Cliff thought. I do have to do something about that too. Damn, kids are expensive. “No Sweetie,” Cliff replied. “Though I guess we do have to discuss that as well.” “I just want a little party this year,” said Cecily. “Maybe Mandie and Clemmie could come over and have tea. It’s not like I have any other friends anyway, and they’re the only ones that like Geezer.” “Are you sure Cess?” Cliff asked. He helped himself to a beer from the refrigerator. “You girls have tea like every fucking day. Don’t you want to do something special?” “You sit around and drink beer and get stoned everyday,” pointed out Cecily. “And that’s still all that you want to do on your birthday.” “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Cliff agreed as he took a swig of beer. “If my daughter wants to have a tea on her birthday, she can have her tea. Now I need to talk to you about something else.” “Is this the great sex talk?” Cecily asked. She reached to take a sip of Cliff’s beer, but he intercepted it away from her. “Daddy, I watched Mr. James bang countless numbers of chicks in your Aunt Josephine’s hot tub. I went on tour with you guys for a month when I was seven. I think in just that month alone, I learned more sex positions than a streetwalker walking along the strip in Vegas. I even saw Mr. Lars’s di-” “Jesus kid!” Cliff interrupted. “Get your mind out of the gutter!” He finished off his beer, and then reached for another one. He cleared his throat. “Cecily,” he began. “I’m thirty now.” “Damn, you’re old,” said Cecily. Cliff glared at her. “Are you finished?” he demanded. “I prefer to talk without the commentary.” “Sorry Daddy,” Cecily giggled. Cliff had a feeling that she wasn’t going to be giggling for long. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a picture of a woman. It had been taken on someone’s boat. You could see the sea in the background. “What do you think of her?” he asked. Cecily glanced at the picture. The woman was absolutely gorgeous. She had straight, long, blonde hair, stylishly done makeup, and very expensive looking sunglasses perched upon her head. She also looked very, very, young. “She has nice tits Dad,” Cecily answered. Cliff rolled his eyes. “Thank you James,” he replied. He stuffed the picture back into his wallet. “I’m glad that you like her, because you’re going to meet her tomorrow night.” “I am?” asked Cecily, the smile and laughter slowly draining from her face. “Why?” Cliff took a gulp of beer for courage. “She’s my girlfriend. She actually has been on and off for quite some time, and I care a lot about her.” “Since when?” demanded Cecily. “What about Miss Emily?” “Cess, things just aren’t going down with me and Miss Emily anymore,” said Cliff. “That’s part of the reason she went to study in London.” “Yeah, because you’re banging this other chick!” yelled Cecily. “Is everything just sex with you?” Cliff shot. “Gee, I wonder who’s fault is that,” said Cecily. “There’s more to it than just that,” Cliff went on. “Emily and I were having issues, and we just can’t work them out.” He really didn’t want to go into detail about what had really happened between him and Emily when he had gone to see her in London on this past tour. “Now I’m going to ask you to please give Clarisse a chance,” Cliff went on. “Meet her with an open mind.” “Clarisse?” Cecily sniffed. “Her name is Clarisse?” “Yeah,” Cliff nodded. He knew that he didn’t like to smoke around Cecily, but this was an emergency. He reached into his jacket for his cigarettes, and stuffed one into his mouth. “What’s wrong with that?” “Sounds like a stripper name,” quipped a sulking Cecily. Here she was not even yet twelve and she had already mastered the art of the teenage sullen sneer. “It does not!” Cliff defended. “And by the by, I saw a stripper named Cecily once out in Atlantic City, so you can shut your fucking mouth! Look. I never bring my casual fuck buddies over here because that’s not fair to you. I never wanted your life to be a revolving door of my various women. Clarisse is special though. She’s going to be staying with us here for a while. I like her a lot, and if you two hit it off, I’d like to officially make her part of the family.” Cecily felt as if she had been punched in the stomach. Officially part of the family! She knew damn well what that meant. What the fuck? Cliff was supposed to marry Emily! Over the years they had set at least five different wedding dates, which always seemed to get cancelled for some reason or other. In some states they even already qualified for common law marriage! This couldn’t be happening! Cecily didn’t want that blonde bimbo in the picture as her mother. “Don’t you want a mother Cess?” Cliff asked. He blew a puff of smoke into the air. “I think that it’s about time that you got one.” “I already have a mother,” answered Cecily. “She’s studying fashion in London.” “Yes, I agree that Emily has been great to you over the years,” said Cliff. “But it’s not fair to Clarisse not to give her a chance just because of Emily. She’s just dying to meet you Cecily. She’s also quite a bit younger than Miss Emily. She actually just turned nineteen, so she should have even more in common with you.” “Oh that’s wonderful Father!” shot Cecily sarcastically, hating this Clarisse chick more and more by the minute. “She can be just like a big sister. Do you tell her Misfits stories too at bedtime?” “I haven’t told you a Misfits story in ages!” Cliff pointed out. “Well now you’ll have two little girls to tell them to,” Cecily snapped. The very thought of a thirty-year-old boning some nineteen-year-old floozy made her stomach churn, even if it wasn’t her Father and his new girlfriend. She couldn’t imagine having a stepmother that was only seven years older than she was. “Come on Cess,” said Cliff. He put out his cigarette. “I need you to be “chill” about this,” he said, using one of the terms he had picked up from working with Gastropod. “I don’t want to be “chill” about it,” Cecily replied, fighting to hold back tears. (Ah yes. It wouldn’t be a Cecily story without her blubbering over something at some point). “Just give Clarisse a chance,” Cliff said. He reached out to touch Cecily’s hair, but Cecily pulled away. “You two girls might have shit loads of fun together. I bet that she’ll even help you plan your birthday tea.” “Miss Emily can help me plan my tea,” Cecily sniffed through tears. “She’s English. She knows how it’s done.” “Clarisse is a professional model Cess,” Cliff went on. “She’s even been in catalogues. Wouldn’t it be fun to have a step mom who’s a model?” “No,” answered Cecily. “I can’t believe that you of all people would date a model!” She got down off of her stool, and went over to Geezer who was lying on the floor. She buried her face in the dog’s fur, taking comfort in the big, smelly, old, dog. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Cliff demanded. “How come it’s alright for Lars and James and the perfect almighty Kirk, to bang supermodels, and I can’t?” Cecily didn’t answer. If Clarisse was a model that probably meant that she was shallow and superficial. She would probably frown upon her ugly stepdaughter, who was short, skinny, had fainting spells, and had long, wild, untamable, curly hair, and braces. Cliff made his way over to her, and gently touched Cecily on the arm. “I know that you really miss Emily a lot, but you can still see her. We can arrange for you to go to England for a few weeks in the summer. But Clarisse makes me very, very, happy. Don’t you want your Dad to be happy Cess?” Cecily look up from Geezer’s fur. Her entire body feeling hallow and exhausted from all of the upset. “Of course I do,” she sighed. “But I don’t understand why you can’t just be happy with Miss Emily? We were a family!” She got up, and took off running to her room. “Not this shit again,” Cliff sighed to Geezer. He took out another cigarette. “I swear,” he said to the dog. “That sometimes she alone is even harder to manage than all four of the guys in Gastropod…” |
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| Battery | December 14, 2007, 6:43 am Post #3 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Pity Cliff and Emily aren't together and I can understand why Cecily doesn't like Clarisse... But maybe she'll be nice? I can't wait to see! And the scene between Cecily and Jackson was sweet .“Did you give her weed again Cliff?” asked Aunt Josephine." I missed that!Another great Verity's story I'm hooked |
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| Simone | December 14, 2007, 8:40 am Post #4 |
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Mistress of Puppets
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The new fic has arrived!!!! This is soo fukken cool!!! Great chapters for the beginning! whooooooaaaa...19 years old???????? omg...I'd kill her WE WANT EMILY BACK!!!!! "It's a work of fiction, and not for profit. It's just for shits and giggles, and because Simone wanted a sequel." that was hilarious! I'm your reader forever! :horns2
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| Lucifer's Angel | December 14, 2007, 9:36 am Post #5 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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Hey, great to see your posting it here, Ashley
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| Verity | December 14, 2007, 2:19 pm Post #6 |
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The Story Girl
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Thanks ladies! Thank you sooo much for reading this one. Chapter Three It had been a rather dour and dismal night in the Burton household. Cecily stayed shut up in her room, refusing to come out. “Come on Cecily!” Cliff shouted as he knocked on her bedroom door. “You come out and eat your dinner now! I even made you grilled cheese!” “I can’t eat when I’m in the depths of despair!” Cecily dramatically cried from behind the locked door. “I am cursed! Just like the Lady of Shalott!” “Oh fuck off Cecily!” an irritated Cliff yelled. “You don’t even fucking know the depths of despair from another hole in your twat! When you’ve gotten so god damn wasted, that you’ve puked up your innards into a toilet that no longer works, at a roadside fuck motel in bumfuck Arkansas, and you wake up next to some heroine junkie that you don’t even know the name of, then you can talk to me about the depths of despair.” “Daddy!” Cecily pathetically whimpered. “Don’t Daddy me! You eat now, or else you starve!” Cliff retorted, and that had been the last words that he had said to her, until the next morning. When he was home, Cliff always took Cecily to school. Usually his mornings were open, because Gastropod was lucky if they got their asses up before noon, let alone in time to do anything in the mornings. Cliff was often at the recording studio until late in the evening or teaching, so the mornings were always his special time with Cecily. On this particular morning, both were completely silent as he took her to school. Lynyrd Skynyrd even came on the radio and neither Cliff nor Cecily, even bothered to turn it up. Cliff’s mind was on the fact that Clarisse was coming in that evening. He wanted her to like San Francisco, and be happy in his home. Cecily was just feeling plain miserable. They pulled up in front of the school. Cecily was just about to jump out of the car, but Cliff hit the lock button. Cecily rolled her eyes at him. “Gastropod is editing their new video,” Cliff announced. “I’m going to be at the studio with them pretty much all day, and then I’m picking Clarisse up at the airport. I need you to feed Geezer and take him out for his shit.” “Fine,” Cecily murmured distantly. “I also need you to do one other thing for me,” Cliff continued. Cecily looked at him. He was wearing that stupid, asinine, cowboy hat again. Cliff tossed his long hair over his shoulder, and cleared his throat. “I’m making halibut and risotto for dinner tonight. I want Clarisse to have something special for her first night here. I have the halibut steaks already marinating in the fridge, but I’m not going to be home to put them on the grill. Could you do it for me, like at around six-thirty? And make us a salad too?” Cecily just stared at him. Couldn’t Clarisse cook her own fucking food? Probably not, she was just a child. “Please Cess?” Cliff pleaded. He looked over at his daughter. He could tell that she was just stewing over there in the passenger seat. She was wearing that stupid, purple, crochet, beanie cap thing again too. “Oh alright,” Cecily finally muttered. “And Dad,” she went on. “Lose the cowboy hat. Nineteen-year-old chick with the perky boobs isn’t going to dig it.” “Fuck you!” Cliff snarled. He unlocked the door, and Cecily happily jumped out of the car, and started heading towards the school. “Thank you Sweetie!” Cliff called out after her. Cecily whirled around to face the car and flipped him off. “Shit,” Cliff muttered as he lit up a cigarette. “Where the fuck did she get that attitude from?” *** “I can’t believe that my Dad is banging a nineteen-year-old!” Cecily wailed as she chucked some of her books into her locker. “Actually, I can, but I never dreamed that he would actually marry one.” “Whoa! Wait a minute!” her buddy Mandie exclaimed. “Your Dad is banging a nineteen-year-old?” “Shush!” Cecily snapped at her. “You don’t have to tell the whole school.” “I bet she’s beautiful,” Clemmie sighed. “Beautiful my ass!” quipped Cecily as she dug out her books for first period. “She’s a fucking child! My Dad is an aging hippie, who thinks that he’s a cowboy, and has a slight obsession with the Misfits. Plus, he’s a single father on top of it all. What on earth could a nineteen-year-old model see in him?” “He may be an aging hippie, but he’s an aging hippie with money,” Mandie said bluntly. “Even though he’s not in Metallica anymore, he’s making a killing off of the band, and he’s a respected music producer.” “Gold digging slut,” Cecily muttered. “Who knows Cecily?” Clemmie prattled as the girls made their way to their first class. “Maybe she’ll be really nice.” “Yeah Cess,” Mandie agreed. “And if she’s a model, she can give you some pointers on how to dress.” “Hey!” Cecily yelped. “What’s the matter with the way that I dress?” “Nothing dearie,” Mandie replied. “It’s just that they’re other things to wear in life than denim, and whatever the hell that thing is.” She pointed to the purple crochet beanie hat that had a sunflower pinned on it that Cecily was wearing. “Miss Emily made me this hat,” Cecily retorted. “You don’t like it?” “Don’t you want to find a boyfriend Cecily?” Mandie asked. “Lose the hat. The boys in the sixth grade aren’t going to dig it.” “Fuck you!” Cecily retorted, as she flounced off to her desk. She just hoped that for once, Clemmie was right. Hopefully her new step mom would be really nice to her. *** Clarisse Van Sicklen snapped shut the latches on her way too overstuffed suitcase. She was just about ready to catch her taxi so that she could head off to the airport. She stopped in front of the mirror, to primp one last time. She noticed that in the left corner of her mouth, her cherry red lipstick was a bit smudged. She immediately began to fix it. She wanted to look absolutely perfect for when Cliff came to pick her up that evening. Even though she had been dating Cliff on and off for the past two years, he had never been all that serious until now, when he finally had asked her to move in with him. She knew very well what the next step after that was. Clarisse had met Cliff while he was still in Metallica. It had been right before he decided to leave the band. She was only seventeen, but her and three other model friends had snuck into a bar on a fake ID. Metallica with their entourage came into the same bar, and it did not take them long to notice the four young, beautiful, models. Cliff just happened to be the one that Clarisse got to talk to. In her opinion he was perfect. He was funny, and made her laugh. He was very laidback, yet confident in himself at the same time. From what she had heard, he was very well off, and had a nice, quiet, home up near the Napa Wine Valley in the hills. She even liked it that he was no longer in Metallica. He had been part of the band long enough to reap the financial benefits for life, and right now he was a successful heavy metal producer, and band manager. As a producer, he wasn’t out on the road as often, and he didn’t have all of the floozy groupies hanging around him anymore. Nobody ever wanted to sleep with band’s producer, or manager. There was just one problem with Cliff, and unfortunately it was a big one. He had a daughter. Cliff had always been upfront to her about Cecily. He talked about her constantly, almost to the point of annoyance. The one thing that totally baffled the hell out of Clarisse was the fact that Cecily wasn’t really Cliff’s daughter. He was her legal guardian, he had adopted her, and she had his last name, but she wasn’t his biological daughter. He had adopted her because her real father wasn’t around, and apparently the girl’s mother was a careless, useless, slut, who’s only claim to fame in life was that she had given James the best night of sex that he had ever had. Cliff seemed to hate Cecily’s mother with vengeance. It wasn’t normal for single rock stars to go out and adopt random children. How come her Cliff had to be the one person that did so? It put a damper on everything. It was because of Cecily, that even though Clarisse lived only a few hours away in Los Angeles, she had never been to Cliff’s home in San Francisco. Cliff was trying to somewhat set a good example, by not bringing various, random, women home at all hours of the night. All fucking went on either at her place, or at hotels. But even then, he usually always had to call Cecily and say goodnight to her first, before any fucking could begin. Clarisse knew that Cecily had been very attached to some ex girlfriend of Cliff’s who was from London. Well Cecily would just have to get over the British bitch. She also knew that if Cliff were ever to put a ring on her finger that his perfect little Cecily would have to approve of her. She didn’t like the fact that she had to pass muster with some stupid kid in order to be with the man of her dreams. Maybe she could convince him to ship the little brat off to boarding school, or better yet: maybe the girl’s mother had been looking for her, and wanted her back. Clarisse felt that a girl belonged with her natural mother anyway. Maybe she could find her mother, and ship Cecily back to Denmark, or wherever the hell it was that she came from. Clarisse was very nervous. She wasn’t sure how moving in with Cliff was going to pan out. She had never shacked up with a guy before. One thing that she did know for certain was that Cecily definitely had to go… |
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| Lucifer's Angel | December 14, 2007, 2:23 pm Post #7 |
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I cannot stand Clarisse She is an immature, self-centered bitch who would make a lousy mother for a hamster, much less a child Cliff better stop thinking with his dick, and start thinking with the right head for once
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| Battery | December 14, 2007, 2:50 pm Post #8 |
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"When you’ve gotten so god damn wasted, that you’ve puked up your innards into a toilet that no longer works, at a roadside fuck motel in bumfuck Arkansas, and you wake up next to some heroine junkie that you don’t even know the name of, then you can talk to me about the depths of despair.” - Man, it made me laugh so hard... And I missed Cecily's 'depths of despair' too And Clarisse (Van Sicklen - perfect name for bimbo like her)... What a biatch I'm curious how will her meeting with Cecily look like... |
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| Verity | December 14, 2007, 11:56 pm Post #9 |
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The Story Girl
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Vanessa- Thanks for still reading and commenting on this. You rock. Clarisse is an evil bitch but she is rather good in the sack. Maggie- I can't take credit for the name Clarisse VanSicklen. I stole it from another book. I steal most of my names, since I'm not good at thinking of them. Cecily, is also another stolen name. Anyway, those two meet in this chapter so let's get to it. Chapter Four Cliff had already been waiting at the airport for nearly a half hour when Clarisse’s plane finally touched down. Cliff was seldom ever early for anything, usually he always ran ridiculously late. He had even missed four of Cecily’s school plays over the years, but then again, he was a very busy guy. However, it would take Geezer Butler himself flying over his bed naked, on broomstick, to make Cliff late for meeting Clarisse at the airport. Cliff felt a flutter of nerves as he waited for her to get off of the plane. He had taken Cecily’s advice and had lost the cowboy hat. He had also stopped by the florist’s and had picked up a huge bouquet of not one, but two dozen deep red roses. He hoped that Clarisse liked them, but most of all he hoped that Clarisse and Cecily would like each other. Had could easily imagine himself married to Clarisse. What a gorgeous wife he would have! Everyone, even his old pals in Metallica, would be envious. If things ran smoothly between the two girls in his life, he’d put a ring on Clarisse’s finger by the end of the month. He spotted her right away as she got off the plane. She was dressed in a stylish short, black, dress, with a fashionable silk scarf tied around her neck. With her high heels, she was nearly as tall as Cliff. She looked absolutely stunning, so stunning that she was turning many heads in the airport. That was another thing that Cliff liked about her. She was able to turn men’s heads wherever she went, but he got to be the one lucky fellow who got to fuck her brains out all night long. “Hey Doll Face!” he exclaimed as he took her into his arms. “Oh Cliff!” Clarisse gasped as she eyed the flowers. “Are those for me?” “Of course,” Cliff answered. “Welcome to San Francisco.” Apparently, Clarisse liked the flowers, for she returned his welcome with a great, big, passionate, kiss right there in front of everyone at the airport. Cliff was bursting with pride and happiness. It felt so good to have her back in his arms. He couldn’t believe all the time that he had wasted dinking around with Emily, when he could have been with Clarisse two years ago, when he had first met her. “I love you Sweetie,” Cliff breathed into her ear. “I love you too,” Clarisse replied. She immediately began to smooth out a few of Cliff’s long, messy, stubborn, locks. “Let’s go pick up your bags,” said Cliff as he took her hand. “I can’t wait to show you my home, and most of all, I can’t wait for you to meet Cecily.” Clarisse plastered a fake, sick, smile on her face. Believe me, she thought. I can. *** “This really blows Geezer,” Cecily sighed as she uninspiredly placed a sauce pan on the stove for her father’s fucking fish. “I feel just like Elaine did after Sir Lancelot couldn’t return her love.” Did someone give this kid weed? Geezer thought. He went back to his dinner. He always liked it when Cecily fed him. She was much better at preparing dog food than Cliff was, and she was more inclined to give him table scraps. Cliff had left her a note reminding her to put the fish on, make a salad, take care of Geezer, and put something presentable on, like one of her skirts from Emily. Fuck it. She was doing everything else on his list of demands for the almighty Clarisse. She wasn’t getting dressed up for her. As a matter of fact, she decided to dress down by putting on the pair of old, worn, jeans that she usually wore for painting. They had paint spots all over them, and there was the beginning of a rather classy hole ripping in the ass. She was also wearing a Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt, and the crochet cap that no one seemed to like. The phone rang. Cecily ran to answer it. “Hello?” she said. “Hi there,” said the voice at the other end. “Is this Cecily?” “It is,” Cecily replied. “Hey you, this is Jackson,” said the voice. Jackson? Cecily thought. Who the fuck is Jackson? Jackson seemed to have over-the-phone mind reading powers. “I’m one of your Dad’s students,” he explained. “Oh yeah,” said Cecily. “Is your Dad around?” Jackson asked. “I’m at Guitar Center right now, and have a quick question for him.” “No,” Cecily answered. “Do you know when he’ll be back?” Jackson asked. “When he gets his head out of his ass,” Cecily grunted. “Huh?” said Jackson. “Never mind,” Cecily sighed. “He’ll be home later tonight. If you’d like, I can have him call you.” “Yeah, that would be helpful,” said Jackson. “Thanks.” As soon as she got off of the phone, Cecily started to work on the infernal salad that she had been ordered to make. The art of slashing a poor innocent tomato into smithereens soothed her tortured soul. However, in the process she ended up nicking the edge of her finger with the knife blade. “God fucking damn it!” Cecily cursed, relieved that her Dad wasn’t around to lecture her on her choice of French, when his was usually much worse. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” she yelled. She made her way to the bathroom to wash out the cut, and find a band aid. On her way back through the living room, she noticed that something was rather different, and she did not like it one bit. Any picture that they had in the house that had Miss Emily in it, Cliff had removed. He must have done it last night, because the pictures were still all there before he had left on his tour. “It’s like he’s trying to erase her from our lives!” Cecily gasped. It was either that, or he was trying to make room for new pictures of supermodel chick. There was place though where Cecily could still have her pictures of her and Emily together as a family, and that was in her own room. Cecily immediately went to her room to make sure that the picture of herself, Cliff, Emily, and Geezer, last Thanksgiving at Aunt Josephine’s vineyard was still there. Sure enough, it was. Cliff hadn’t ransacked her bedroom. It sat untouched in its frame on Cecily’s desk. She picked it up so that she could get a better look at it. They all looked so fucking happy together. They were a family. Why did Cliff have to go out and wreck everything? At that moment, Cecily heard a car door slam from outside. They were here. Cecily wearily peered out the window. She spotted her Dad walking around to the passenger side of the car. He opened the car door for Clarisse. Another flurry of anger flickered through Cecily. He had used to do that for Miss Emily and Miss Emily only. Clarisse stuck an expensive high heeled shoe out of the car. Cliff helped her up. “Oh Cliff!” Clarisse gasped. “Your home is beautiful. And the view! It’s like heaven.” “It’s not as beautiful as you,” Cliff gushed. He couldn’t believe that he had Clarisse here, at his own home. He pulled her close, right there in the driveway, and planted a big kiss on her lips. Cecily had seen enough. She felt on the verge of sickness, witnessing her Dad slop all over some nineteen-year-old ninny! Her Father should be banging a woman in her mid to late twenties, not some stupid teenager! But what she really hated to admit was that the picture hadn’t really done her justice. Clarisse was even more exquisite in person. She was absolutely gorgeous. Cliff started to drag Clarisse’s bags and suitcases inside the house. “Cecily!” he called. “We’re home!” Cecily took a deep breath. “This is it,” she said to Geezer, glad to have the dog there for support, even if he was smelly. The two made their way out of her bedroom, down the hall, through the living room, and towards the front door where Cliff was dragging in suitcases, as Clarisse lingered outside. “Hi there Sweetie,” Cliff greeted. He turned around to give his daughter a quick hug, but stopped upon seeing her. A frown formed on his face. “Cecily,” he said sternly. “I thought I told you to make yourself look presentable?” “I do look presentable Daddy,” replied Cecily. She gave him the horns sign. “Skynyrd rocks!” Cliff really couldn’t chastise her too much, for he was in a raggy pair of denim bellbottoms, and a Gastropod T-shirt (he now had about eight million of them), with a rather sorry looking denim vest. He really wasn’t a fashion aficionado, and Emily wasn’t around anymore to dress Cecily, so what could he expect? Still, he didn’t understand why she had to be wearing her absolute worst pair of jeans. It wasn’t like that the girl didn’t own a better pair. “That they do Cess,” he replied, as he playfully pulled her little crochet cap down over her eyes. He pulled her close and gave her hug, then kissed the top of her head. “Jackson called,” said Cecily. “Oh yeah?” Cliff asked. “He’s buying a new amplifier. I’ll have to call him back tonight.” He gave Cecily another quick squeeze, and then turned towards the front door. Clarisse had been hovering in the doorway. Cliff took her by the hand. “Clarisse,” he said. “This is my daughter Cecily.” “How do you do?” Cecily said, as she held her hand out towards the beautiful lady that stood before her. Clarisse did not take Cecily’s hand, but she did smile. “Hello there Cecily,” Clarisse replied a little too sweetly. She eyed the girl up and down as if she were infested with fly larvae. She was rather small for her age, very petite, but other than that, even though she really wasn’t by blood, she could easily pass for Cliff’s daughter. She had his long, reddish brown, hair, and perhaps the jeans and Skynyrd T-shirt had something to do with it too. Cecily frowned when she realized that Clarisse wasn’t going to shake her hand. What a bitch! What? Was shaking hands beneath the almighty Clarisse? “Clifford has told me so much about you,” Clarisse went on. “Oh really?” replied Cecily. “That’s interesting. You know, he hasn’t really said that much to me about you.” And that actually wasn’t exactly a lie. Cliff shot Cecily a disapproving look. He put his arm around Clarisse. “Come on,” he said. “I’ll show you our home.” He didn’t get very far. As soon as they hit the living room, Clarisse stopped and screamed. “Clarisse!” Cliff gasped. “What’s wrong?” “What the hell is that thing on the sofa?” Clarisse shrieked. She pointed at the grey, hairy, mass that sat propped up in a nest of pillows on the sofa. “That’s Geezer,” Cliff replied. “Here boy!” he whistled at the dog. Geezer perked up his ears, and lifted his head. With a clumsy leap off of the couch, he made his way over to Cliff. “Who?” Clarisse asked, disgust creeping into her voice. “Geezer,” Cecily repeated. “Our dog.” Clarisse watched openmouthed, as Geezer moseyed over to Cliff. As he passed Clarisse, she noticed a foul odor emerge into the air. Cliff crouched down on the floor, and began to scratch behind the dog’s ears. Geezer gave Cliff a big, sloppy, kiss right on the face. Clarisse’s stomach churned. She had just kissed that same face on minutes ago. “You’re just an old slobber puss,” Cliff said to the dog. Clarisse brought her hands up to her nose. “Clifford,” she squeaked. “Yes Darling?” Cliff asked as he pulled Geezer down onto his back, and started to rub the dog’s tummy. “He likes having his tummy rubbed,” he announced. “Want to give it a try?” “Good Lord no!” Clarisse exclaimed as if Cliff had just suggested that they go off and join the circus. “Clifford, that dog smells.” “Yeah,” Cliff sighed. “Sorry about that. He has this skin condition. We take him to the vet and he gives him this calamine lotion shit for his oozing puss sores, but it’s pretty damn worthless.” The color drained from Clarisse’s pretty face. She went piqued. Cliff noticed that something was not right. “Doll Face,” he said affectionately. “What’s wrong?” “He’s making me sick!” Clarisse moaned. “That dog! He stinks like a skunk, and he’s hideously ugly too. How do you guys live with him in your lovely home?” “Easy,” Cliff replied as he gave Geezer a pat. “I lived on a fucking bus with Metallica for years. Geezer doesn’t smell a fraction as bad as that bus did. Fuck. I’ve worn the same pair of underwear for three weeks straight. Lars used to actually shit in the cup holders. Between the three F’s that was one putrid-ass smelling bus.” “The three F’s?” Clarisse repeated, still covering her nose. “Food, farting, and fucking,” Cecily explained. Clarisse wasn’t impressed. “Well, I haven’t lived on a bus with four pigs,” she retorted. “I’m sorry Clifford, but that dog stinks.” Geezer wasn’t a stupid dog. He knew that he smelled bad, and he knew when people resented him for it. It happened all of the time. Immediately, Geezer’s ears went back, and his tail drooped. He hung his head. “You hurt his feelings!” Cecily cried. She ran over and flung her arms around the dog. “He can’t help it!” “Cecily, that’s enough!” Cliff commanded at her. He went over to Clarisse, and put his arm around her. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I should have warned you about Geezer’s issues.” “I think that I might vomit,” Clarisse moaned. “I just can’t be around him. Don’t you have an outdoor kennel for him? Ugh. He’s making me sick. I’m not going to be able to live here.” Cliff bit his bottom lip, and looked sadly at Geezer. “Cecily,” he said. “Put Geezer outside for the night. Maybe tomorrow we can build him a house in the garage.” “Are you fucking crazy?” Cecily yelped. “Daddy! This is his home too! You can’t banish him outside. That isn’t fair!” “He’s making Clarisse ill!” Cliff shot back. “Now just shut the fuck up, and do as I say.” Cecily couldn’t bare the thought of her precious dog being thrown outside for the night and then banished off to the garage, all because of some stupid slut! “He never made Miss Emily ill!” Cecily retorted. “Cecily!” Cliff exclaimed, anger creeping into his voice. “Miss Emily even let Geezer sleep in the bed with you guys,” Cecily went on. “Oh dear God Clifford!” Clarisse squawked. “She isn’t serious is she?” Cliff looked at her and sighed. He nodded. Actually, even after Miss Emily had left, Geezer still often slept in the bed with Cliff, right up next to his pillow. Cliff hated to say it, but he actually smelled better than most of the whores that he had been with. “Oh God!” Clarisse groaned. “I don’t know if I even want to sleep in that bed anymore!” Cliff turned back to Geezer and Cecily. “Get him out of here Cess,” he demanded. “But Daddy!” Cecily protested. “Don’t argue with me!” Cliff shot at her. “Get him outside!” “It’s not his fault!” Cecily yelled. “As of now, this is Clarisse’s house as well, and we have to respect her wishes,” Cliff returned. “It’s been Geezer’s house longer!” Cecily argued. Cliff had had enough of Cecily for one day between her smartass remarks, and mention of Miss Emily in front of Clarisse. It took every ounce of control and composure in his body, not to smack her. “Cecily Virginia!” he shouted. His entire face was clouded with anger. Cecily knew that she was pushing him too far. She was also starting to break down into tears (again). “Daddy,” she moaned. “Can’t he just stay in my room for the night? Surely Miss Clarisse wouldn’t be able to smell him from in there.” “You get him out of the house now, or else no birthday tea, or whatever the hell it was that you wanted!” Cliff barked at her. Cecily had no choice. With a heavy, heavy, heart, she took Geezer by the collar, and ushered him outside. “Come on Geezer,” she said sadly. “It’s not my fault that my Dad is being mean.” She slid open the glass sliding door that opened onto the back deck, and pushed Geezer outside. Thick, grey, clouds loomed about overhead. It could very well rain during the night. She couldn’t believe that Cliff was making Geezer sleep outside. For the past five years, Geezer had been their dog, and had pretty much had free reign over the entire Burton household. Sadly, it looked like those days were soon coming to an end… |
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| MissMetallica;; | December 15, 2007, 7:04 am Post #10 |
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yay another fanfic for me to read ![]() this clarisse is a dirty whore, i already hate her with a burning passion. hopefully cliff snaps out of it soon before he pushes cecily away even more. great to read some of your stuff again ashley.
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| Lucifer's Angel | December 15, 2007, 9:17 am Post #11 |
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Yeah, she is a dirty whore Cliff's been too long without a woman, and this is how he reacts He better come to his senses
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| Raluque | December 15, 2007, 1:54 pm Post #12 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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yaaaaaaaayyyyyy!!! may you be happy for all eternity for bringing "stoned" cecily back! and naaaaaaay for "chastising" emily... well, your stories are always so great and i'm thinking... you must have a reason for doing this, so that makes her "departure" a bit easier for us, "father of the year"-fanatics.. hate, hate, hate that stupid clarisse! hope her boobs suffer from sudden deflation for being such a stupid and obnoxious bitch!
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| Simone | December 15, 2007, 3:05 pm Post #13 |
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Mistress of Puppets
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Oohhh damn,I wish I could slap that bitch right across the face! And hopefully she'll go blind and then Geezer would eat her boobs and Cecily would throw her in a well...and close the well of course,but before that she should throw some heavy rocks to make sure she's not ttrying to escape! Damn...you had just written 4 chapters and we already hate Clarisse that means you're a great writer! :horns2
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| Battery | December 15, 2007, 4:28 pm Post #14 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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“I do look presentable Daddy,” replied Cecily. She gave him the horns sign. “Skynyrd rocks!” go Cecily!!!I hate Clarisse too She's such a lousy idiot... And Cliff acts as if he was possessed, I don't recognize him... And poor Geezer... (the part with tour bus and three F's was damn funny!!! )Wow, I can't wait for moreeee |
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| Verity | December 16, 2007, 1:06 am Post #15 |
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The Story Girl
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Maggie- Hopefully Cliff will come around. Emily will pop up, but everything has to be difficult, or else I wouldn't have anything to write about. Simone- I think that your punishment for Clarisse is quite fitting. No one seems to like her. I do admit she is the queen of mean and she gets even worse. Raluque- Thank you for your kind words. We'll get back to Emily in a bit. And the Tallica guys too. I'm just taking the scenic route getting there. Vanessa- Cliff needs some bad, so he's banging nineteen year old chicks. I know it's disgusting. Thanks so much for reading this though. Kristen- I'm happy that you are reading this one. That rocks. Chapter Five Dinner that evening was an even more awkward affair. Neither Cecily nor Clarisse made any effort in the least to make conversation with each other. For the most part, Cliff ended up talking to Clarisse about her flight, while Cecily silently picked at her food. Every so often Geezer’s howls would drift in from the backyard. “You have a very lovely home Clifford,” Clarisse gushed as she took a sip of wine. She gestured to a silk flower arrangement that was sitting on the dining room table. It had belonged to Miss Emily. “You don’t mind if I clear a few things like this out of here, and replace them with my own things?” she asked. “No offense or anything, but it would just seem like more my home.” “Of course you can,” replied Cliff. Cecily watched as he reached over the table, and took Clarisse’s hand. “I want you to feel very at home here. Feel free to change whatever you’d like, except for in my bass studio. That’s like my sanctuary.” He glanced over at Cecily. “Ain’t that right Cess?” Cecily just gave him a sullen nod, too distraught to speak. “I never really liked all of these stupid flower arrangements that Em- I mean that we seem to have around,” Cliff went on, catching himself before mentioning his ex again. “They clutter up the fucking place.” When Cliff first moved into to his house he had two mattresses that sat on the floor, a beanbag chair, a stereo, a beer tap, and a pinball machine. Anything remotely nice in his home had belonged to Emily, or they had went out and bought together. The pretty flowers, the rosebud spray tea set, the curtains. Emily also owned half of the house herself. They had gone in on the down payment together. Emily couldn’t take the majority of her stuff back to England with her on an airplane, so she had left it behind, thinking that Cecily would be able to make use of it. Of course, Cecily thought that Emily had left it all behind because she was planning on coming back to San Francisco. “You’ll love what I’m going to do with the place,” said Clarisse as she pushed the flower arrangement out of the way. “It certainly needs a woman’s touch.” Cecily couldn’t take anymore of Clarisse. She got up from the table. “Where you going?” Cliff asked. “To bed,” answered Cecily. “It’s barely nine o’clock,” Cliff answered. “You fucking never get your ass to sleep before one.” Cecily just shrugged and went to her room. As she dressed for bed, it started to rain outside at a pretty good clip. Poor, poor, Geezer. He’d be wet, cold, and scared. *** “Well,” Clarisse sighed later that night when she was getting herself ready for bed. “I guess that didn’t go very well.” She was dressed in a silk nightie that was a shade of periwinkle blue. She made her way over to Cliff and put her arms around him. “Your daughter doesn’t like me,” she quipped. “Give her some time Clarisse,” Cliff replied as he took a hit from his nightly before bed joint. “The kid has been through a lot of shit.” “So have a lot of kids,” Clarisse pointed out. “I can just tell that she despises me.” “She’ll adjust,” said Cliff. He squeezed Clarisse’s hand. “She and Emily were really, really, close. It’s just going to take her a while to get used to you.” Clarisse pouted. “I love you Clarisse, and I want us to be happy together,” Cliff said. He looked at her through the haze of pot smoke that was dancing up before them. “But I want my daughter to be happy too. Could you at least give Cecily a chance?” Clarisse bit her lip. In her opinion, Cecily had even been more awful than she had ever imagined. She didn’t want to get to know the girl. Actually, she wanted nothing to do with her, but she didn’t want to push Cliff away either. She looked away and nodded. “Thank you,” said Cliff as he grounded out his joint. He got up from the bed. “Hey, where are you going?” Clarisse asked. “I have to say goodnight to Cecily,” replied Cliff. “I’ll be right back.” “Oh honestly Clifford,” Clarisse muttered under her breath. “She’s not a fucking five-year-old.” There were three things in life that Cliff Burton vowed never to do: smoke the cheap stuff, vote on the Republican ticket, and go to bed angry with Cecily. As he made his way towards Cecily’s room he noticed that it was raining outside. He just couldn’t leave Geezer out there. Geezer was his practice buddy. He would always lie at Cliff’s feet when he practiced bass. Sure enough, a soggy Geezer was huddled up right next to the glass sliding door, looking absolutely miserable in the rain. Cliff unlocked the door, and let the dog inside. A drenched and horrendously smelly Geezer gratefully galumphed inside. “Don’t shake!” Cliff cried, but it was too late. Geezer shook sending nasty, putrid smelling water all over Cliff. “You’re a dick!” Cliff muttered to the dog as he grabbed a dish towel and started to somewhat dry Geezer off. Cliff knew that Geezer was going to be expecting him to let him back into the bedroom with him. Even without Clarisse around, Geezer was much too wet to sleep in anybody’s bed for the night. Using some pillows and chairs, Cliff built a barricade that trapped poor Geezer into the kitchen. At least in the kitchen he’d be warm. “Sorry dude,” he said as he placed the last chair into place. Geezer whined. “I know,” Cliff sighed. “You’re just going to have to sleep in the kitchen from now on. Tomorrow we’ll get you a bed for out here.” Geezer still didn’t look thrilled. He didn’t want to sleep in the fucking kitchen. He always slept with Cliff, Emily, or Cecily. What was this banished to the kitchen bullshit? “Look on the bright side,” said Cliff. “At least if you want a beer, you don’t have to go very far.” Next on his list, he had to try and make some sort of amends with Cecily. He could see that the light was still on in her room. She never turned it out much before one, even on school nights. However, as long as she was able to get up to go and to do well in school, Cliff never really gave a shit how late she stayed up once she had turned ten. He knocked on her door. “Cecily,” he called. “Can I come in for a minute?” He opened the door, and poked his head in. Cecily was sitting in her bed reading her Lady of Shalott book. Cecily closed her book and sighed, he had come to scold her. “I know that you’re angry with me Daddy,” she began. “I probably wrecked everything for you and Miss Clarisse. If you want, you can send me away. Nobody ever seems to want me, not even my own Mom. You and Miss Clarisse both would be happier if I went away.” “Oh Cecily don’t talk like such a fuck ball,” Cliff groaned as he sat down on the edge of her bed. “I would never send you away. You’re the most important thing in my life.” “Then why are you dating Miss Clarisse?” Cecily asked. “You can tell that she hates me.” “That’s funny,” said Cliff. “Clarisse thinks that you hate her.” “I do,” Cecily admitted. “Cecily!” Cliff scolded. He sighed and ruffled her hair. “I know that I was short with you tonight. I just really do love Clarisse, she means a lot to me. Could you please try and treat her with some respect?” “I guess so,” Cecily answered, though the very thought of being cordial to Clarisse made her want to cry again. “I just, just-” “You just what?” Cliff asked. “I just worry about losing you,” she blurted out feeling stupid. “Cecily Virginia Burton!” Cliff exclaimed. “You’re my daughter! Not only are you my daughter, but I chose you to be my daughter, and for some reason you chose me to be your Dad. You’re never going to be able to get rid of me.” “I chose you to be my Dad because I liked the smell of pot,” Cecily teased, trying to lighten up the mood. “Very funny,” snapped Cliff. “I just worry that you’ll start spending more and more time with Clarisse, and then you’ll forget about me,” said Cecily. “Miss Emily liked to do things the three of us together as a family, but I think that Miss Clarisse would rather spend time alone with you.” Cecily paused for a moment to make sure that Cliff was listening. She went on “And, you’ve just been away for two months. The entire time that you were away, all I did was look forward to when you would come home, so that we could have another waffles and horror movies party. But instead, all we’ve done is bitch at each other over Clarisse.” Cliff and Cecily had a ritual that involved them and only them. Usually they always did it when Miss Emily would go back to England to visit her family, and they were alone. They would make a batch of waffles together with the waffle iron that Cliff had randomly ripped off from Mrs. Hammett’s kitchen one day. They would take their waffles into the living room and sit on the floor and watch really bad, cheaply produced, C grade, horror movies all night long or at least until one of them got too tired and fell asleep. “I’m sorry Cecily,” Cliff answered. “I just got so caught up with Clarisse moving in with us that I forgot all about that. I can make it up to you though. How about this weekend we’ll make a huge-ass batch of waffles, and watch horror flicks until the sun comes up, just you and me.” “Really Daddy?” Cecily asked, brightening for the first time. “Absofuckinglutely,” Cliff nodded. He reached over, gave her a hug, and kissed the top of her head. Cecily could smell the familiar scent of pot, old denim, and lemon verbena. Those smells always reminded her of her father. She just couldn’t stay angry with him for very long, not even after the time that he had gotten way too wasted to make it to her third grade Christmas pageant, and had sent Kirk instead. No matter how many nineteen-year-old chicks he banged, he’d always be her father. She just wished that Miss Emily could always be her mother… |
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and I can understand why Cecily doesn't like Clarisse... But maybe she'll be nice? I can't wait to see! And the scene between Cecily and Jackson was sweet
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I'm hooked
that was hilarious! I'm your reader forever!

Hey, great to see your posting it here, Ashley
She is an immature, self-centered bitch who would make a lousy mother for a hamster, much less a child
I'm curious how will her meeting with Cecily look like...
go Cecily!!!
8:42 PM Jul 10