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Daughter of the Year; Ze Sequel to Father of the Year
Topic Started: December 14, 2007, 12:15 am (11,150 Views)
Shayi
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*G* I'm glad you like the word numpty. It's a damn useful one :)

This chapter was badass. Scott needs a clip round the ear. It is NOT COOL to dump all the blame on Cess he should have gone with his gut instinct and fessed up to Cliff. However - I can see a lot of drama coming out of James' bright idea of keeping quiet so it should be fun to see what happens :)

“You really are fucking genius Het,” remarked Scott as he opened another Warsteiner. “And they say that Lars is the brains of Metallica.”
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That was superb - I couldn't help laughing at that - especially as I was imagining Lars' face if he ever heard that...

The other part that I thought was most excellent (because I love scenes that involve James, Scott and Francesca together - they have such a great chemistry!) was when James was miffed that all the cool shit happens when he wasn't there (and the little Metallica confessions that slip in as well... always good for a laugh).

And good on Francesca for letting James know exactly what's going on - now all they gotta do is let Cliff know, have him believe them, not fuck it up... oh the potential for disaster seems to be fairly high really! And hallelujah - James is getting some again - I was a little worried he'd lose his dick through lack of use ;) Okay okay he's just not getting as much as in the last one :P

Fantastic chapter - it really drove the story on well, without seeming rushed. You have excellent pacing and it really showed in this chapter. I adore this story and I can't wait for the next bit of it!
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Yeah, Fran is right, James has got to tell him :( Cliff is going to be devastated, but he needs to know, Clarisse is no good for him :angry Something tells me that he's going to explode when he finds out :ugh:
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Cliff was cruel to Cecily :ugh: .... Poor, poor, poor girl :(

“Cecily took my present!” Clarisse squawked from her perch at the table. “What a horrid little girl. I would never take a present that belonged to her.” just... :angry :angry

James and Scott were stinky cowards <_< .... But at least James is sorry... (but I couldn't help laughing at Scott's open joy that all was put on Cecily :blush: , he was very wrong :td: , but soooo goofy.. :blush: :blush: ) And I still hope that maybe Cliff will learn the truth about the ring's missing and he'll apologize to poor Cess... I can't wait to see!
And go Fran! it's great she told James all about Clarisse (and the idea of walking along the beach with James made my day, really!)... Now I only hope James will pass it to Cliff.... I can't wait to see what will happen!!!

Awesome chapters!!! :heart: :horns2
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Some more insanity. :)


Chapter Fifty-Two


Cecily was absolutely miserable. She tried very hard to just forget about things, and read her King Arthur book, but tenacious tears kept finding their way out of her eyes, stubbornly dripping down onto the pages. It was bad enough that her idiot Father was going to marry Clarisse, but having him not view her as his daughter anymore really hurt. There were many times in her life where she felt that she had no one, but she had always had Cliff. That was the main reason that she had gotten so attached to him. That and the fact that she liked the Misfits. For the first time in her life, she truly felt that Cliff no longer loved her.

Not only was she angry at Cliff, but she was very pissed at James and Scott Ian. They had both let her down. Neither had come to her defense, yet she had stayed loyal to them, covering their asses while she took the fall for their crime.

Maybe I should just run away, she thought. Then Cliff would be really happy, and Clarisse would be ecstatic. I would no longer be in the way of their life together. Maybe Miss Emily would let me live with her and Evan in England. Probably not though, they’re going to be newly married, and will want to start a family of their own. Sometimes I wish that I did know where my real Dad was.

The smell of barbecue drifted throughout the entire house. James was making a rack of his famous (in his opinion) barbecued ribs for dinner, with corn on the cob, and Francesca had made a peach cobbler. The wonderful smells tortured Cecily even more, since Cliff had banned her from eating. She could hear Scott Ian’s loud happy donkey-like laugh coming in through her window from outside on the back deck, as well as Cliff practicing bass. She could also hear Clarisse’s nasal sounding voice yapping away to a bored looking Francesca about her upcoming wedding plans. Cecily felt as if she had been somehow dropped into hell.

“Even though she’s a piece of shit in her own right I bet that Claudia would have at least believed me,” sighed Cecily. “Perhaps blood always believes blood.”

Cecily didn’t know whether or not she had been possessed by the devil or what the fuck had gotten into her, but she found herself plopping down at her desk, opening up her notebook, and grabbing a pen. Without even thinking she started to write

Dear Mum,

I’m sorry that it’s taking me so long to write back to you, it took me a while to receive your letter. I’m very, very, sorry about your situation, and unfortunately I can’t really help you. I would love to see you sometime, if you would like to see me. I’m actually going to be in England July 5th-19th. I know that you are quite a ways away, but maybe we could meet halfway in between in Germany. I would have to ask Miss Emily’s permission though. If you can’t meet me I understand, maybe I could call you instead.

I hope that if you get this letter you can find time to write me back. Cliff and I no longer live at his Aunt’s villa, we have our own place, and the address is listed below. I am also including the address of where I’ll be staying at in England, because by the time that you reply to this, I might already be over there.

I did pretty well in school this past year, and will start seventh grade in the fall. I love to sketch and paint, and I’m working on getting a portfolio together. I’m enclosing one of my pictures inside this letter for you. It’s the view from the front porch of Cliff’s summer home here in California.

I hope that things start to get better for you soon, and please respond if you get this.

Yours Respectfully,

Cecily


Cecily put down her pen, and didn’t even bother to reread the letter that she had written. She felt odd enough writing it, the last thing that she needed to do was reread it. She found the sketch that she wanted to send along with it. She had done it with pastels last year, but still she thought that it was one of her best. It was one of the best skies that she had ever drawn. Though Claudia’s letter had gotten ripped to shreds by Cecily, the envelope with the return address hadn’t. It was actually stuffed under one of her sketchbooks that was on her desk. Cecily carefully addressed the envelope, and then hunted around for an airmail stamp. She had plenty of them since she was always sending letters to Emily.

Just then, Cliff barged into her room without knocking. Cecily was startled from her work. She quickly threw the upper part of her body over her desk, covering the letter addressed to Claudia. He was clutching a piece of paper.

“Do you care to fucking explain this to me?” he roared as he stuffed the paper in Cecily’s face. It was a phone bill, a phone bill from last month. Hildegarde must have sent Cliff his mail from home.

“Just what the fuck were you doing calling England for fifty fucking minutes!” Cliff barked.

“Talking to Miss Emily,” answered Cecily.

“You know that you’re supposed to ask me first before you go making long distance phone calls on my fucking telephone!” Cliff ranted. “And for fifty fucking minutes! Cecily have you lost your fucking mind?”

“You chased Miss Emily away!” Cecily shot. “What do you expect me to do if I want to talk to the only mother I’ve known? If you hadn’t have jumped into bed with those strippers, she’d still be here and I wouldn’t have had to call her.”

“Don’t you get smart assy with me young lady!” Cliff yelled. “You’re already in a lot of fucking hot water with me! Do you have any idea how much this will cost me? But then again, you lost a ninety-thousand dollar engagement ring. My money doesn’t seem to mean anything to you.”

“You spent ninety thousand dollars on a ho like Clarisse?” Cecily asked.

Cliff threw the phone bill at her. “Your fucking little phone powwow with Emily cost me an extra one hundred and fifty dollars!”

“I’m sorry Daddy,” stammered Cecily, surprised that it had cost that much. “I just needed some motherly direction.”

“You need a lot of fucking direction if you ask me!” Cliff quipped. “From now on you can get your “motherly” advice from Clarisse. I’m sick of this bullshit with you!”

“Like she has any advice to give,” Cecily snarled. “She can teach me how to pretend that I have cancer so that I can get a liposuction instead.”

“Clarisse would do no such thing!” Cliff snapped. “That’s an awful thing to say Cecily! You should be ashamed. After all the shit you have pulled with me today, I’m very ashamed of you. You will pay me back every fucking penny of this phone bill.”

“But I was going to buy Pantera tickets,” said Cecily.

“Not anymore you aren’t,” Cliff replied. “I’m suspending all phone privileges until I say so. And, you got a letter from Jackson today.”

“I did?” Cecily’s eyes lit up.

“But I’m not giving it to you until you tell the truth about Clarisse’s ring,” Cliff went on. “You tried to ruin my relationship, so I’m going to try and ruin yours. See how you fucking like it!”

“I didn’t take your ring!” yelled Cecily. “And you have no right to take my mail. You’re always snooping through my mail! First it was the letter from my mother, and now it’s the letter from my boyfriend!

“Jackson is not your boyfriend!” snapped Cliff. “And I can do whatever the hell I want to! I know that you don’t think so, but I am your Father, and until you’re eighteen I can take your mail and stuff it up my ass if I want to!”

“I hate you!” Cecily yelled. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate your bloody guts! I don’t care if you leave me locked up in here forever! I’d rather be stuck in my room for all eternity than having to spend time around Clarisse! I hate the woman!”

“I know Cecily,” Cliff said bitterly. “You’ve already made that known to all of us. Fuck, you’re such a fucking brat Cecily! If it wasn’t for the fact that Emily and her fucking loser fiancé have already paid for your flight I wouldn’t even let you fucking go to England!”

And with that, he stalked off out of the room.

Cecily felt as if she had lost all control. She didn’t really hate her Dad, but she did hate Clarisse. Everything that she did seemed to irritate the living hell out of her Father. Before Clarisse had come into the picture, Cliff was rarely angry with Cecily. She had always been his favorite person. Now all that she ever did was upset him.

I’ll probably starve to death and die in here, thought Cecily as she once again turned her attention to the fantastic smells that filled the entire house. Then everyone will be happy, because I won’t be around to get in the way. I’m sure that Daddy regrets adopting me. He can go on to have a nice blood daughter with Clarisse, and forget all about me.

She picked up her letter to Claudia. The first thing that she was going to do when Cliff let her out of the room for a quick “piss” break was go out and put it in the mailbox.

***

“Are you going to eat that ear of corn?” Scott Ian asked Cliff that evening at the dinner table. Cliff shook his head. Scott reached over and grabbed the ear of corn. Then he began to gnaw away on it like a rabid dog chewing on a chewbone.

“You haven’t eaten much Burton,” observed James. “Why not? Everyone loves James Hetfield’s famous barbecued ribs.”

“Kirk doesn’t like them,” Francesca reminded him. “He doesn’t like getting barbecue sauce all over his fingers, and in between is impeccably well manicured fingernails.”

Cliff sighed, and pushed away his plate of food. “I’ve had a really shitty day,” he said.

“But you just got engaged,” said Scott. “We should be celebrating.”

James and Fran exchanged a look. James was waiting for an appropriate time to break the news to Cliff regarding Clarisse. Cliff had already been through enough bullshit for one day, so he hadn’t mentioned it yet.

“My daughter hates me,” Cliff whined. He took a long gulp of beer. “I’ve just fucking tanked as a parent. Not only is my daughter a fucking liar, but she’s seriously fucked up, and she hates me.”

“She’s no more fucked up than you are,” put in James.

“I can’t believe that she stole Clarisse’s ring,” Cliff said.

“I can,” shot Clarisse. “She’s a lying, malicious, and jealous brat, who doesn’t want to have to share her Father with anyone.” She planted herself right in Cliff’s lap. “Ain’t that right Clifford?”

“I guess,” Cliff mumbled unhappily. “You know if she were smoking weed or drinking, or even having sex, I could somewhat fucking see it because she’s grown up around that shit, but I have never taught her to lie.”

“You lied to Emily,” said James. “About the strippers, about sleeping with Claudia. Fuck, you even lied to Cecily about Lars being her Dad. Remember?”

For an answer Cliff just lit a cigarette.

“I should have never of fucking adopted her,” he said.

“I couldn’t agree with you more Clifford,” said Clarisse. “A child was the last thing that you needed, especially such a brat.”

“No,” said Cliff. “It’s not that Clarisse. It’s just that I must have failed Cecily as a parent. Cecily needed a good, stable, home with two parents. Two normal parents. Not a young bassist who at the time was more interested in smoking pot and banging chicks. I fucked her up.”

“Even though you smoked weed and banged lots of chicks you were still a good Dad,” said James.

Cliff let out a snort and took a puff on his cigarette. James went on

“Cecily always did well in school, you always made sure that she was well dressed, you always remembered to give her a bedtime story and shit. You’re a hell of a lot better than her crappy-ass mother ever was.”

“That’s true,” stated Cliff. “If Claudia had raised her Cess would probably already be in the juvenile penitentiary by now.” He exhaled a trail of smoke. “But at the rate she’s going, she’s already headed their anyway, and fucking hates me, so I don’t think that I did much better.”

James sighed. If only I could tell you that Cecily is telling the truth, he thought. Cecily did not lose that ring. You didn’t raise her to be a liar. If anything, you raised her to be a true blue, loyal, friend…
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Hot damn. Now I did NOT expect Cecily to write to her evil ho-bag mother, no matter what :) Nice! It's gonna be good to see where this one leads... yikes!

Urgh as for Cliff - he needs another damned walloping - although I'm sure his conscience will do that when he realises just how grossly he has maligned Cecily. I don't blame Cecily being pissed at Scott or James either, the pair of those muppets deserve it.

“Kirk doesn’t like them,” Francesca reminded him. “He doesn’t like getting barbecue sauce all over his fingers, and in between is impeccably well manicured fingernails.”
^^ Heh I can imagine. That's another thing that I love about this - even though they are not in it, there are references to previous characters so we don't forget that they too are in the same timeline. It's good, and it makes sense, and makes conversations more well rounded.

Which is a thing that you do exceptionally well. Conversations. You make them flow so easily, and sound so natural between all your characters which is superb. The thing which is really noticeable is the fact that they all stay so well 'in character' while they are talking. If all the names were taken out, you would still be able to tell exactly who was talking simply by the way that they talk. And that is something that is one hell of a skill. Fantastic :)
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I am really starting to hate Cliff right about now :angry How could he say that to Cecily, poor girl :( I can't believe that she wrote to her mother, she must be desperate. I wouldn't be surprised if she did run away, Cliff had better come to his senses :angry
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Shayi- I'm glad that I did the unexpected. I wasn't planning on Cecily writing to Claudia either, it sort of happened, and I'm not sure if I like that idea or not. And I promise that Kirk's going to pop up soon and play a major role. I'm having Kirk withdrawal too. :dance

Vanessa- Cliff ain't that bad. He's just being stupid and miserly. This whole thing with the phone bill was based on me bitching at my husband over the water bill because he takes such long, long, showers. Writing bitchy chapters is fun. Well maybe not for the characters, but for me it is. :dance :dance


Warning- this chapter is a little long, and I hope not too confusing.



Chapter Fifty-Three


“Hey Scott,” James hissed about four days later. “Come here.”

Scott Ian looked up from the comic book that he was reading. “You get us more potato chips?” he asked.

“Even better,” James replied. With a flourish, he took a black velvet ring box out of his pocket.

“You got a new ring!” Scott exclaimed.

“Shush! Keep it on the down low Man,” James scolded. “It just came in shipped from Denmark.”

James opened up the box to reveal a stunning diamond, with little diamonds around it. The band was gold and studded with diamonds as well. It was a glorious ring, but it didn’t look anything like the original. Scott’s mouth dropped open.

“Ninety-five thousand buckaroos it cost us,” James went on. “Do you like it?”

“Damn James,” Scott sighed. “I can’t even imagine spending that much on myself, let alone some woman. Holy shit!” He frowned at the ring. “I don’t think that it looks like the one that Cliff bought for Clarisse though.”

“I’m not sure,” said James thoughtfully as he examined it. “I’m a dude. I can’t remember what some ring looked like. Clarisse has never seen the original, and I doubt that Cliff will remember what it looked like, especially if he’s stoned.” He began to mock Cliff. “Clarisse my darling liposuction lady,” he cackled. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?”

“Oh no you don’t!” Scott Ian laughed. “I think that we’ve both learned our lesson when it comes to trying on rings.”

“You got that right,” James nodded as he snapped the ring box shut. “I’m going to leave it on Cliff’s dresser. Hopefully he’ll see it by tonight.”

“And he can stop torturing Cecily,” added Scott.

Poor little Cecily had been locked up in her room for four days. She was so weak from hunger that she couldn’t even focus her mind enough to read or work on one of her pictures. All that she could do was just limply lay on her bed. She was even too weak to cry. It made her sick to her stomach to look out the window for she would see James and Scott Ian the ones who should be locked up, rutting around White Rock like a couple of banshees fishing, jet skiing, and swimming out in the ocean, while she spent her last few days of being at White Rock locked away.

Just then, there was a knock at her door. It was probably her Father again coming to bitch at her about something. “What do want?” Cecily snapped.

A key was inserted into the keyhole. Cecily held her breath. She couldn’t think of anything else that she had done that could have pissed Cliff off. The door opened, however it wasn’t Cliff. It was Francesca and she was holding a grilled cheese sandwich on a plate.

“You brought me food!” Cecily yelped, near delirious.

“Shhh,” commanded Fran. “Keep your voice down or else your Father will find out. I thought that you’d be starving by now.”

Cecily took the sandwich and near devoured it in one bite. It wasn’t as good as the grilled cheese sandwiches that her Father made for Cliff’s other talent besides playing bass was that he was a very good grilled cheese sandwich maker. But after not eating for days Francesca’s sandwich tasted totally kick-ass.

“Don’t eat so fast,” Francesca scolded. “You’ll only make yourself sick. Here’s some water too.”

Cecily drank from the bottle, nearly devouring that as well.

“I don’t blame you for taking the ring Sweetheart,” Francesca said kindly. “I probably would have done that same thing if I were in your shoes.”

“I didn’t take the ring Miss Francesca,” answered Cecily as she stuffed more of the sandwich into her mouth.

“Why don’t you just confess Cecily?” Francesca asked. “Lord child! You only have but a few more days here at White Rock. If you confess, your Father would let you come out of your room, and maybe he’d bring Jackson back for the last few days.”

Cecily looked thoughtful. For two cents she’d tell Miss Francesca that it was really James and Scott Ian who had lost the ring, well sort of. It had been her idea to soak if off in the sink, but it had been James and Scott who had initially started fucking around with it. However, if she told Francesca this, it might cause problems between her and James. What if they broke up? Cecily liked Francesca, and didn’t want to see her not with James anymore.

“You believe me that I didn’t do it?” said Cecily as she licked bits of melted cheese off of her fingers. “Right?”

Francesca sighed. “Even if you didn’t take the ring on purpose, you should just go confess,” she replied. “Get it over with. You don’t even have to be “really” sorry that you took it, just make your Dad think that you are, so that you can come outside and play and see Jackson again. And I’ve been kind of missing you. It’s awfully quiet here without a little girl around to spice things up. I have to be stuck all alone with nasty, plastic, Clarisse. Couldn’t you just smooth it over with your Dad? I think that he misses you as well.”

She gave Cecily a hug. “Now I better get back downstairs before your Dad finds me here and throws another fit.”

Cecily thought about what Francesca had said. Maybe she should just as hell give in and confess, even though she didn’t take the ring, nor was she sorry that James and Scott had lost it. Clarisse didn’t deserve such a fancy ring. Clarisse didn’t even deserve a plastic ring stuffed up her ass like a suppository.

Cecily dressed in a pair of jeans, her beanie hat that everyone hated, and a Metallica T-shirt, and made her way down the stairs. The adults were all sitting in the living room. Scott and James were playing chess. Francesca had her nose buried in a ninety-nine cent, cheap supermarket checkout, romance novel, and to Cecily’s chagrin Cliff and Clarisse were canoodling with each other on the sofa, his hand was down in her shirt. The sight of Cecily standing in the doorway brought him out of his throws of passion.

“Get back to your room!” he shouted at her.

“Daddy, I have come to confess,” said Cecily confidently.

Not only did a look of surprise appear on Cliff’s face, but it also appeared on James and Scott’s face as well. The two looked at each other and shrugged.

“Is that so?” answered Cliff as he sat up on the edge of the sofa’s seat and lit him self a cigarette. He slowly exhaled a thick stream of smoke. “And just what do you have to say for yourself?” he asked.

“I took the ring because I was too overcome with an irresistible temptation,” replied Cecily dramatically. “It was such a divinely beautiful ring. Fit for a Queen, or a Greek Goddess, or even for the Lady of Shalott. I bet that even Sir Geezer Butler himself didn’t buy Lady Butler such an exceptional ring. The diamonds in it sparkled like the moonlight shimmering upon the sea on a clear August night. They sparkled so much that I could even see my reflection in them as I held it up to the light.”

Cecily paused for a moment, and glanced at Clarisse out of the corner of her eye. Clarisse looked absolutely sickened that Cecily had managed to take such a “divinely beautiful” ring. Oh well, if Cecily was going to be forced to confess you might as well at least have a little fun while doing so. A dreamy look came upon her face as she went on

“The ring was so fine that I couldn’t help but slip it on one of my fingers. For the first time in my entire life I felt as if I were devastatingly beautiful. Just by wearing it, it was easy for me to imagine that I was the gorgeous Lady Cordelia Boudreaux with long, flowing, hair the color of milky chestnuts. I meant to put it back before you came home from your tour, but as I made my way over to Camelot to meet my shining knight Sir Jackson, I paused to look at my reflection in the waters of the ocean. I must have far more delicate fingers than Miss Clarisse, because off it slipped, into the rippling waves.”

As she stopped, the entire room was silent. Everyone was looking at her. “Well,” Cecily shrugged. “That’s the best that I can do at confessing. Can Jackson come back?”

Cliff had a slightly amused look on his face, as if he were trying not to break out laughing. He took a drag on his cigarette. “You’ll have to ask Clarisse,” he replied. “It’s her ring.” He turned to Clarisse. “Are you satisfied with that? Can Jackson come back?”

Clarisse shook her head.

“Oh come on you Botox inflated buffoon!” Francesca cried. “She made a mistake. It’s not like she maliciously stole the ring.”

“She lost the most important gift that I will ever receive in my entire life!” snapped Clarisse.

“I’m sorry Cecily,” said Cliff. “No Jackson. But you can have the letter that he sent to you. It’s over on the kitchen table. He didn’t say anything too out of line, but he did call me a pompous, overbearing, guard dog.” (thanks Rae). “He sent you a King Diamond CD too.”

“Which one?” asked James.

Abigail,” answered Cliff. “At least he listens to decent music.”

“You opened my letter from Jackson!” Cecily yelled. “Daddy that’s private!”

“You need to set him straight and tell him that you’re not his girlfriend,” Cliff went on. “And he signed it love Jackson. That shit’s got to stop. A fourteen-year-old just doesn’t love his girlfriend.”

“Just because you were too immature to love anybody when you were that age, doesn’t mean that Jackson is,” Cecily retorted. “You had no business reading my mail.”

“And you had no business snooping through my shit and losing Clarisse’s ring,” Cliff replied. “We’re even. Now get your ass upstairs and go to your room until I figure out a suitable punishment for you.”

“Jackson’s right!” Cecily shouted as she grabbed her letter and trudged up the stairs. “You are a pompous, overbearing, guard dog!”

“Damn,” James muttered once she was gone. “That was quite the confession that she gave. Camelot? Sir Geezer Butler? Where the fuck does she come up with this shit?”

“I’ll say,” Cliff groaned as he put out his cigarette. “Alright,” he said. “Which one of you cock-heads gave her weed?”

***

That night James had built another bonfire. Cliff had to briefly leave the festivities to run up to the Apache Room and fetch some more rolling papers. He had a huge stack of them sitting right on top of his dresser. The rolling papers weren’t the only thing that was waiting for him. A black velvet ring box was sitting on top of them.

“What the fuck?” he said aloud as he picked up the box and opened it. He nearly shat himself.

A most exquisite ring glittered up at him from its perch inside the box. Cliff had no idea where the fuck it had come from. It was certainly an expensive ring, but it wasn’t the ring that he had bought for Clarisse. Cliff didn’t know much about rings, but he did know that this was definitely a different ring. The band wasn’t even the same color. It was gold, not white gold. He noticed that there was a certificate of authenticity sitting carefully folded up inside of the box. He unfolded it, and was absolutely stunned to find that his name was on it.

“I didn’t buy Clarisse this ring,” Cliff said to himself. “This isn’t even from the same jeweler. It’s like from Europe or somewhere.”

Bewildered and confused, Cliff made his way downstairs and outside to where the party was going down.

“Hey Cliffy you got the rolling papers?” a pot deprived Scott asked.

Cliff had forgotten all about rolling papers. “I have this,” he stammered, showing Scott the ring.

When it came to fine jewelry, Clarisse had some kind of radar. “Is that a ring?” she shrieked, immediately making her way over to Cliff. She snatched it away from him and slid it onto her finger. “Oh Clifford!” she exclaimed. “I love it. I can’t believe that you of all people were even capable of picking out such a radiant ring.”

“I didn’t,” Cliff mumbled.

“And just who did?” Clarisse shot, as she started to admire her finger. “Geezer?”

“Maybe,” said a stunned Cliff.

“I bought it,” James piped up out of nowhere. He was quite drunk actually, and the alcohol was loosening up his mind, helping him tell the truth. “Scott and I were fucking around one day and well we, we, uh-”

“We lost the ring,” Scott finished for him, holding his head in shame. “It actually went down the drain in the upstairs bathroom.”

“You two nincompoops lost Clarisse’s ring?” Cliff repeated.

“Yeah, but we replaced it,” James shrugged and popped open another beer. “And quite frankly, I think that the ring that I bought is much better. It’s a one-of-a-kind, custom made, from Denmark.”

“Ooooh Denmark!” Clarisse squealed. She grasped onto Cliff’s arm. “We’re officially engaged now Cliffy!” she shrieked. “I can’t wait to show all of my friends my new ring. Tracy is going to be so jealous when she sees my rock.”

“You had no business going through my shit!” Cliff snarled at James and Scott.

“We wanted your vintage LPs Dude,” Scott replied.

“James Alan Hetfield!” Francesca yelled. “I can’t believe that you would do such a thing!”

“Hey,” James replied. “Don’t you like how good I am at picking out rings? Maybe I’ll pick one out for you someday.”

“You’re a corpulent pig!” Francesca yelled. “You let a poor, innocent, twelve-year-old, little girl take the heat for something that you did!”

“Yep,” James nodded as he began to lick the insides of his now empty beer bottle as if he wasn’t going to get a care package for another month.

“Oh fuck!” Cliff exclaimed. “Cecily! Oh shit! I said some awful, awful, shit to her! She was telling the truth the entire fucking time!”

He turned to Scott and James. “I’ll deal with you two pieces-of-fuck later!” he cried. “Right now, I must go see my daughter!”

“Oh Cliffy,” Clarisse sauntered. “Why do you want to go see her for? We’re now finally properly engaged. You should have a drink with your fiancée.”

“No,” answered Cliff as he turned to go inside the house. “I should go and see Cecily. I owe her one, huge-ass, apology.”

Cliff made his way up the stairs to Cecily’s room where she had been banished for the rest of the evening. Her punishment had been to write “I will not go through my Father’s shit” three hundred times in a notebook. She was at her desk, working on her punishment. It was apparent that she had been crying. Dried tear stains were on her cheeks. King Diamond’s Abigail softly played from her radio.

Cliff didn’t even bother to knock on the door. He made his way into the room and went straight to Cecily.

“Cess,” he said.

“I’m not finished yet,” she snapped coldly. “I’ve only written it eighty times. My hand hurts.”

“I’m sorry Baby,” Cliff said gently. “You don’t have to write anymore.”

“I don’t?” Cecily asked.

“If anything, I should be the one writing sentences,” answered Cliff. “James and Scott told me everything. I’m so, so, so, so, sorry Cecily.”

He took Cecily into his arms and pulled her close, taking comfort in her long, curly, masses of hair. “Can you ever forgive me?’ he asked.

“Oh Daddy!” sighed Cecily. “Of course I forgive you.” She hugged him back. It felt so good to have her hugging him, rather than fighting with him. He sat down next to her on the bed.

“You seem to really like King Diamond now Cess,” commented Cliff. “If you want, I’ll let you listen to my copy of Conspiracy. It’s my favorite King Diamond album, and it goes with Them.

“I would like that Daddy,” answered Cecily. “Thank you.” She looked shyly away from him and then said “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” said Cliff.

“I’m sorry that I told you that you weren’t my Dad,” replied Cecily. “I never meant any of it. You are my true, real, Dad.”

“I said some shit that I shouldn’t have said to you either Cecily,” said Cliff. “I love you more than anything on this earth, and you’re a fuck load better than my blood daughter would be if I had one.”

“Why the fuck do you say that?” Cecily asked.

“Because,” Cliff went on. “I’ve done so much weed and acid and shit in my day, that she’d probably have been born fucked up. You’re smart, talented, funny, pretty, and have good taste in music. My sperm could never reproduce that.”

“Uh thanks Daddy,” Cecily replied, blushing.

“You’re one of a kind Cess,” Cliff went on as he pulled her close and gave her another hug. Cecily could smell his familiar smell of stale beer, pot, and lemon verbena. “That confession or yours was something else.”

“Well,” Cecily replied. “I figured that since you were practically forcing me to confess, that at least I’d make it interesting.”

“That you did Cecily, that you did,” said Cliff. “But you didn’t take the ring. Why did you ever confess to it?”

“Because,” Cecily answered. “You wouldn’t believe the truth…”
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Hot damn what an awesome episode there - there were so many things that I love!

(Not least of them Francesca calling James a corpulent pig!)

I am also glad to hear that ol' Kirk will be appearing soon enough - fantastico :)

“Which one of you cock-heads gave her weed?”
^^ I was wondering when that question would crop up :) A well deserved question however I feel - I couldn't stop laughing while I was reading her confession - you wrote that so wonderfully and masterfully I couldn't stop giggling at the over dramatisation. Fabulous!

On a more down note: ACK. They are engaged. Oh lordy. Well I think that much plotting and planning needs to be done.

Scott and James are both in huge amounts of hot water... how James is going to extricate himself from Francesca's bad books I'm looking forward to seeing.

Well - everythings' blown up, and it looks like there's going to be one helluva lot of drama still to come. You absolutely excel in the humour/drama genre and I cannot wait to see how this is going to progress! I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again- if only this could be made into a soap it would be absoballylutely wonderful!
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I've got all these banked up chapters. I'm trying to get y'all caught up with me, but it's hard. I've written so far ahead, and not much time to post right now. :dance

Shayi- Your comment really brightened a shitty day. It's been pouring rain in the windsheild wipers quit working on my little truck right when I was going down the road. I had to pull over like a ninny and smack them to get them to work again. But anyway, your comment made me smile. This story is going to be a long one, and they'll be lots of Kirk.
I also can't take the credit for Cecily's confession. I parodied it.


Vanessa- I think Cliff is finally coming to his senses.
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Chapter Fifty-Four


The next three days were filled with trying to get Cecily packed and ready for her trip to England. Cliff himself made sure that Cecily’s pink and black skirt, top, and matching jacket were all cleaned, pressed, and ready for Cecily to wear on the plane. He’d show that fucking Evan Fitz-whatever-his-name-is that Cliff Burton was more than just a highly talented, foul mouthed, pot smoking, bass guitarist. He’d show him that Cliff Burton knew how to raise a sweet, polite, poised, and confident, young lady.

Cliff had just gotten back to White Rock after taking Cecily out to get a new pair of jeans, since all of her jeans had holes or paint splatters on them.

“I’ll be up to help you pack in a minute Cecily!” Cliff said to her as Cecily began to climb the stairs. “I’m going to smoke a quick cigarette first.”

“Okay Daddy,” Cecily replied.

Cliff stuffed a cigarette behind his ear, and made his way out onto the porch where Clarisse was sitting on the swing. He thought that she looked as pretty as could be sitting there in an orange sundress, jotting down notes on a piece of paper, a pair of expensive sunglasses were perched upon her short, stylish, bob.

“Hey sexy lady,” he greeted as he slithered down on the swing, and put his arm around her. “What are you up to?”

“I’m working on our wedding plans Clifford,” Clarisse replied. “It would be nice to get some help.”

“I’m sorry Doll Face,” Cliff answered. “I’ve just been really busy with some Gastropod shit, and with getting Cecily ready for her trip to England.”

“I think that planning your wedding would be more important,” Clarisse quipped bitterly.

“Oh come on Clarisse,” Cliff laughed as he lit his cigarette. “You know that guys don’t really give a shit about their weddings. Weddings are for chicks anyway.” Cliff had no interest in the wedding plans, and really didn’t care if Clarisse planned the entire wedding by herself. Then all he’d have to do is just show up.

“Fine,” Clarisse snapped. “I’ve set the date for October tenth.”

Cliff frowned. “Don’t make it in October,” he whined. “October will be a busy month for Gastropod. Its Halloween’s month and they’ll have a creepy new video out by then for sure. Plus, if I work with Manic Destruction that would be when they start to hit the studio.”

“Who the hell is Manic Destruction?” she asked.

“They’re another up and coming metal band,” Cliff explained. “They want me to produce their new album. Since Gastropod is doing so well, I’m starting to get shit loads of offers. I like their stuff, and think that they have talent. I really want to work with them. I think I would be a nice fit, and they’re on a major label, which means I’d get paid very well to do it.”

Clarisse threw down her pen. “So we have to get married around Gastropod’s and some other floozy band’s schedule?” She shrieked. “Clifford that’s ridiculous!”

“I have to work Clarisse! Music is my life. People get married around their work all the time,” said Cliff. “It’s what people do. July would have been the best month to do it in. It’s my slowest time.”

“July is too fucking hot for a wedding,” Clarisse shot through clenched teeth. “Only retards get married in July. Retards like Emily.”

“Leave her out of this Clarisse,” Cliff snapped. He gently took her hand. “Doll Face,” he continued. “You can have the most beautiful wedding ever. You want fireworks and a parade of dancing elephants? You can damn well have it. If you want to be brought in by a helicopter, go for it. All that I ask is that we get married at a more convenient time for me so that I’m not all stressed out.”

“Fine,” Clarisse quipped.

“How about we do late November or early December?” Cliff suggested. “You can have a Christmas wedding.”

Clarisse nodded. “I guess so,” she said. “But we’re honeymooning in Bora Bora, and we’re not taking that brat of yours along with us.”

“She can’t go,” said Cliff. “She has school. She’ll have to stay with Aunt Josephine.” He took a deep breath. “I know that you two girls don’t get along very well.”

“That’s putting it lightly,” Clarisse snorted. “The girl resents me Clifford. She doesn’t like all the time that you spend with me. She’s a jealous sort.”

Cliff sighed. Cecily sure as hell never seemed to mind whenever he spent loads of time alone with Emily. If anything she even encouraged it. As Clarisse prattled on about some ugly-ass ice sculpture of herself that she wanted at the reception, Cliff’s mind wandered back to about three years ago. Cecily had to have been around nine or so. He had hit a rough patch with Emily, mostly because of their hectic schedules. He was traveling insanely with Metallica, and Emily was working for a designer based out of New York City and had to travel there at least twice a month for a few days. Cliff would get frustrated because whenever he was at home, she wouldn’t be, and vise versa. However, one boring night in the middle of January, it turned out that Cliff and Emily were both in San Francisco. With the help of Brunhilda and Hildegarde, Cecily was able to plan a very romantic surprise candlelit dinner for the two of them complete with rose pedals strewn everywhere, and a live violist to play during dinner. She went and stayed with her grandparents for the night, so that Cliff and Emily could have their dinner alone. Both Cliff and Emily were so touched over how sweet Cecily had been. Not only did she make sure that Emily had plenty of champagne, and that Cliff had the good stuff to smoke, but she had made them the sweetest card ever saying how much she loved her two parents, and how happy she was to be with them.

Cliff was pretty sure that Cecily wouldn’t be doing the same for him and Clarisse. He still remembered that night as if it were yesterday. Emily had been wearing this ass-kicking little red dress, and she had been wearing her hair just the way that he liked it, down, with parts of it pulled back away from her face.

“Are you listening to me Clifford?” Clarisse bellowed.

“Yes Doll Face,” replied Cliff, jolting back to reality.

“I’m having seventeen bridesmaids,” Clarisse snapped. “So you’ll have to pick seventeen groomsmen.”

“Seventeen!” Cliff yelped. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Clarisse! I don’t have seventeen close friends.”

“Well then make some!” Clarisse demanded. “I can’t help it that I’m more popular than you are.”

Cliff tried to rack his brain for close friends. Including Metallica he could only think of seven, and that was including Jason Newsted whom he barely knew. “Must we have a three ring circus Clarisse?” Cliff asked. “I really don’t know that many people. I have only seven that I can think of.”

“What about Gastropod?” Clarisse asked. “They could be groomsmen.”

“Trust me,” said Cliff. “You don’t want those dudes at our wedding. Couldn’t you just have six bridesmaids plus Cecily?”

“Cecily is not going to be one of my bridesmaids,” retorted Clarisse. “I refuse. She is no friend of mine.”

“But she’s going to be your stepdaughter,” said Cliff. “I want her to be up there with us. She can’t be a groomsman. She doesn’t have a dick. Please Clarisse.”

“I’m not comfortable with her being up there with us,” Clarisse replied. “That girl has done nothing to condone this marriage.”

“She did give me her blessing,” Cliff said. “Come on Clarisse. She’s going to be Emily’s maid of honor.”

“Well whoopee for Miss Perfect Emily!” Clarisse snapped. “Don’t blame me if I don’t want a malicious brat as my maid of honor! I can’t help it that I have other friends.”

“Emily doesn’t have any sisters or brothers,” said Cliff. “Her and Cecily are very close.”

“Then why doesn’t Cecily go live in England with her?” shot Clarisse.

“Because she’s my daughter Clarisse,” Cliff returned. “Clarisse Sweetheart, you’re the woman that I love, and the woman that I’m going to marry, but could you please show some love and compassion towards my daughter? If you love me, you’ll love Cecily, because she makes me happy. It worries me that you don’t even try to get along with her.”

“She doesn’t try to get along with me,” shrugged Clarisse.

“No, but one thing that I know for sure will really hurt her is if you don’t have her in our wedding,” said Cliff. “Look, if you’ll let Cecily be a bridesmaid you can have your seventeen, well actually it would be eighteen, bridesmaids. I can find random people on the street who are old school Metallica fans that can be my extra groomsmen.”

“No,” Clarisse said shaking her head. “I’d rather have no bridesmaids at all, than have Cecily stand up there at my wedding.”

***
It was the night before Cecily was set to leave. They were trying to get everything all set and ready to go, for they had a very long drive to the airport, and a seven AM flight to catch. Cliff and Cecily would have to leave White Rock painfully early to get her there in time.

“Are you almost all packed Cecily?” Cliff asked as he poked his head in her room.

“I think so,” Cecily nodded as she carefully placed her bridesmaid’s dress in a dress bag, as Francesca sat on the bed carefully folding some of Cecily’s clothes. Cliff came in the room and helped her zip her dress bag up. The dress was poofy, and kept getting in the way of the zipper. Seeing the dress only made Cliff think about how stubborn Clarisse was being regarding Cecily being in their wedding.

“Cecily,” he began. “Would you be down with just being a guest at our wedding?” he asked. “I promise I’ll buy you a new dress to wear, it’s just that you can’t be a bridesmaid.”

“Why ever not?” shot Fran. “She’s your fucking daughter. She should be one of the most important people at that wedding.”

“Oh she is,” replied Cliff as he gave Cecily a quick squeeze. “It’s just that Clarisse is already having seventeen bridesmaids, and I’m going to be hard up to find that many groomsmen. Cecily would be just adding one more.”

“You don’t have to make excuses for Clarisse,” said Cecily. “I know that she doesn’t want me in her wedding. She even said so back when we had dinner at Aunt Josephine’s with your parents. I don’t really care. I would rather eat horse shit than stand up at that bitch’s wedding.”

“Cecily!” Cliff scolded. “You two girls really need to start being nicer to each other. Good Lord!”

“It’s hard being nice to someone who made us believe that she was going in for cancer surgery, and then has a liposuction instead,” piped up Francesca.

Cliff whirled around. “What?” he asked. “Cecily mentioned something about that, but I never thought it was true.”

“Oh it was,” said Francesca as she folded a pair of Cecily’s socks. “She had us believing that she was on the brink of death.”

“That’s a really low thing to do,” Cliff stammered, a combination of disbelief and hurt that his fiancée had pulled such a stunt on his face.

“Even for Clarisse,” put in Cecily.

“Fuck,” Cliff murmured again. Maybe I shouldn’t be marrying this person. That was downright shitty, he thought. But I just can’t call off another wedding. I’m a fucking joke in the Burton family, and we’ve already started to spend the money on the wedding. I’m so fucking sick of spending money on weddings that don’t end up happening.

Cecily gently laid her pretty lilac dress down inside the suitcase. “I’m taking my new dress Daddy,” she said, tugging on his sleeve. “Tomorrow night I’m going to have dinner with the Fitzgerald’s and I’m going to wear it.”

“Well,” said Cliff. “I’m much happier to see that you’ll be wearing it, instead of letting it lay crumpled in a heap inside your closet.”

“I never did that Daddy,” said Cecily. “Honestly, I thought that I left it hanging up inside the door. I adore my new dress.”

Cecily had proved herself to be rather truthful lately. “I believe you Cecily,” Cliff said as he smoothed out her hair.

“Miss Emily says that Evan’s family lives in a huge mansion called Fitzgerald Manor with ten servants,” Cecily prattled on. “Can you imagine having ten servants to do your bidding?”

“Fitzgerald Manor eh?” Cliff repeated as he sat down on Cecily’s bed and picked up Whiskey. “Humph,” he snorted. “Fitzgerald Manor. Sounds like a nursing home.”

“I think it sounds deliriously wealthy,” Cecily went on. “Don’t you think that Mrs. Emily Rose Fitzgerald is the most elegant sounding name ever?”

“No,” Cliff quipped. “It sounds like a stripper.”

“Oh everything sounds like a stripper to you!” Cecily snapped.

“That’s because I’ve done so many strippers in my day,” Cliff replied with a shrug. “You taking Whiskey?”

“Of course Daddy,” answered Cecily. “Whiskey goes everywhere with me. Wherever Whiskey is, is home…”
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I thought Cliff was going to blow a gasket, he ought to :angry Clairess is geting more and more bitchy with eacjh chapter :angry
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Awww!!! I soo loved this!!!! Never think that I stopped reading!! This is my morning ritual: wake up,heat some milk,get cereals and eat while reading Daughter Of The Year.
:lol: I finished my last book so I'm thinking of this as a reading novel,but not as boring as the other one...this is a piece of art! :horns:

I felt sooo sad for Cecily,being locked up for James' and Scott's shit :( believe me,I started crying when I got to the part with Cliff apologizing to Cess...it was very touchy :heart: I hope this will never end!!!! :horns: :D :horns2
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Holy crap - why do I get the most horrible feeling that something is going to happen to poor Whiskey?! It is however fantastic that Cliff and Cecily have made up and that he now believes her when she's telling the truth.

Better still that he heard from Francesca what Clarisse did - although I think that he'd be perfectly justified calling off the whole wedding (whether or not its embarressing after all the other times (though that thought made me giggle like a fool!).

(By the by - sorry to hear about your wipers - that's vehicles for ya! They seem to have a constant tendency to go wrong at will. Not that I can afford a car atm!)

“Fitzgerald Manor. Sounds like a nursing home.”
^^ Hehehe *snerk* Bitter much Cliff? Which really, is all too the good - the more jealous he is over Emily, the more that he'll wish he wasn't with Clarisse.... mission accomplished! Hah.

Man, Clarisse and her wedding plans! Her and Mrs Fitzgerald would get on like a house on fire if you ask me! 17 bridesmaids? The church (if everyone fits in) would look more like an explosion in a meringue factory... *G* Scary stuff - although it would certainly be interesting if the Gastropod guys were there .... however, I'm sure the Metallica lot can cause huge amounts of trouble!

Fantastic update - and it's going to be uber long? Excellent, excellent, I can't wait for more of this (and for more Kirk! Cos you can never have enough Kirk!). Beautiful and wonderful work :)



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Shayi- Your comment about the 17 bridesmaids made me laugh my ass off. :lol: :lol: :lol: I'm glad that you don't mind long.

Simone- Thank you. I am very happy to be a part of your morning ritual. :dance And I haven't read a book in fuck, over a year. :blush: I'm too busy reading the wonderful fics on this site, and writing my own. I don't have the time to do both, oh well.

Vanessa- Clarisse is such a bitch. But I think that you will like these next few chapters with her. :wink


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Chapter Fifty-Five


Later that night Cecily was lying awake in her bed. She knew that she should be sleeping, for she had to get up at two in the fucking morning, but she couldn’t fall asleep. The smoky smell of fine pot drifted throughout the house, and she could hear Cliff and Clarisse’s muffled voices coming from downstairs. It almost sounded as if they were fighting.

Cecily just had to find out. She slipped out of bed, the moonlight lighting her way as she grabbed her robe, and tiptoed her way over to her bedroom door, and out into the hallway. She carefully crept down the stairs, trying her best to be quiet since Scott, James, and Francesca had already gone off to bed. She crouched down and peered through the rungs of the staircase. Cliff and Clarisse were over in the next room. They were both a little drunk, and they were indeed fighting.

“I can’t believe that you deceived my friends that way!” Cliff was saying.

“Francesca and Scott Ian are not your friends,” replied Clarisse.

“They are too!” Cliff shouted. “Scott and I go way back, and Francesca is James’s friend, so she’s a friend of mine. Plus, you deceived my daughter as well.”

“Oh like she hasn’t deceived anyone herself!” snapped Clarisse.

“Actually no,” said Cliff. “She hasn’t.” He took a long hit from his bong.

“Remember her ghost hunting nonsense?” said Clarisse.

“That was more Jackson’s bullshit than hers,” answered Cliff. “The point is, what you did to them lying about having cancer, was low and very, very, insensitive.”

“And like you’ve never done anything insensitive,” quipped Clarisse.

“I have,” Cliff admitted. “I’ve done plenty of shit that I regret, and am not proud of, but I would never joke around about having such a horrifying disease. Clarisse, I want to be proud of my fiancée but I can’t. What you did really embarrassed me in front of my friends and my daughter.”

“Well I’m sorry that I’m such an embarrassment,” chortled Clarisse, tears starting to well up in her eyes. “Maybe you’re an embarrassment with all of your pot smoking, and your ugly, ugly, clothes.”

“Then why are you marrying me?” Cliff asked. “You tell me that I’m old, and that I don’t know how to dress. You hate my friends, you hate my music, you hate my long hair, you hate my daughter. What the fuck do you even like about me?”

Clarisse didn’t answer.

“I’m going to bed,” Cliff muttered as he put out his joint. “I have to be up at some god awful hour to drive Cess to the airport. You can have the bedroom. I’m sleeping on the screen porch.”

Cecily immediately scampered up the stairs, her heart soaring as if she had been dancing. She loved it when her Dad and Clarisse slept in separate rooms. She also loved it when they fought. She jumped into bed, pulling the covers up over her head. Maybe, just maybe he’d realize that he doesn’t love her. Cecily just knew that he didn’t, he couldn’t.

***

Cliff and Cecily were up before “bright and early” the next morning. They had to rise at two in the morning, which in my honest opinion is absofuckinglutely brutal. Both were quiet during the ride to the airport, it being too early to have any real conversation. Cliff still seemed a bit aloof from his argument with Clarisse, and he was a wee bit on the hung over side.

“You nervous?” he asked finally, breaking the silence.

“Not really Daddy,” answered Cecily. “I just hope that Mr. Fitzgerald is really nice, and that he treats Miss Emily well.”

“Yeah shit,” Cliff mumbled, not really making any sense.

For the rest of the duration of the car ride, the Misfits provided the only sound.

Cliff helped Cecily with her bags, and helped her check them through, and get her boarding pass. It turned out that they were way early. They had plenty of time before Cecily’s flight started boarding, so Cliff bought them both coffees to have while they waited.

“Cream or sugar?” he asked her.

“Nope,” replied Cecily. “Cream and sugar are for pussies.”

“That’s my girl,” Cliff said as he handed the coffee cup to her.

“Thanks Daddy,” said Cecily as she took the Styrofoam cup and gratefully took a sip of the thick, dark, liquid of life.

“You look really grownup Cecily,” Cliff said as he watched her take a sip of coffee.

It wasn’t only the coffee that made Cecily seem grownup. She looked very snazzy and sophisticated in her black and pink skirt and jacket. She adorned a black beret stylishly off to the side of her long, wavy, hair, and she was even carrying a fucking purse. Cliff had held up his end of the bargain: Cecily looked fit to have tea with the Queen of England herself, let alone some numpty (thanks Shayi) named Evan Fitzgerald.

“Do I really Dad?” Cecily asked.

Cliff nodded. “My little girl is all grownup, and leaving me.”

“I’ll be back in two weeks,” said Cecily.

“True,” Cliff nodded. “But this is the first time that you’ve ever gone on a trip without me. Usually it’s me leaving you, this time our roles our reversed.”

Cecily had never thought about it that way. Her Dad was right. Usually it was Cliff who had to board the plane or the bus, leaving Cecily behind at home. “Are you going to okay Daddy?” she asked.

“Of course I am,” replied Cliff, as he tenderly pushed one of Cecily’s stubborn curls back in its place. “I still have my friends to hang with. James is pissing and moaning about needing to speak to me about something. I have no idea about what. Maybe Bob Rock is being a dick again, who knows? He wanted to have lunch with me today, but I’m still so mad at him after what he and Scott did to you Cecily.”

“You should have lunch with Mr. James,” said Cecily. “I’ve forgiven him. After all, he did say that if he hires a plumber to get Clarisse’s ring out of the drainpipes, that you can keep it and sell it. Then it will be like you got Clarisse’s engagement ring for free.”

“That’s quite true Cess,” Cliff nodded as he took a sip of coffee. “I guess I can fit the Het into my schedule. Now, I promised Pussy Ca- I mean Emily that you’d be on your best behavior.”

Cecily smiled. Cliff had almost called Emily by his old term of endearment for her. “I’ll make you proud,” she promised.

“You do that everyday Princess,” said Cliff. “Oh yeah, and watch the mouth. I know that I let you swear like a heavy metal guitarist, but the Fitzgerald’s probably aren’t going to be down with it.”

“Yes Daddy,” Cecily nodded, causing her curls to bounce up and down.

“Mind your manners,” Cliff went on. “Only speak when you are spoken to, always remember to flush the toilet when you’re done with it, and chew with your mouth closed.”

“Daddy, I always remember to do that stuff,” Cecily laughed.

“I know, I know,” said Cliff. “I just want to show the high and mighty Fitzgerald’s that I’m very proud of my Cecily. You’re the best thing that I’ve got.”

“Don’t you worry,” said Cecily. “I promise that I’ll make you very proud. Even prouder than the time that I played the intro to N.I.B. on bass just like Sir Geezer.”

“Well, that was pretty fucking badass Cess,” said Cliff. He reached into his back pocket, and pulled out his wallet. “I’m giving you a few extra dollars,” he said as he pressed the money into Cecily’s hand.

“You have a bit of a layover at the Chicago airport,” he went on. “So I want to make sure that you have enough money to buy yourself some shit. Get something good to eat, or a magazine, or something.”

“Thank you,” Cecily said as she glanced down at the wad of cash in her hand. “But this is way too much money Daddy. I’ll never spend this much. I’m not Clarisse you know.”

“Very funny,” Cliff laughed. “Take it Cess. I just want to make sure that if for whatever reason something goes wrong, that you have enough on you to get whatever you need. If you have some left over, you can get it exchanged and buy yourself some shit from England.”

“You’re the best Dad,” said Cecily as she carefully and very much like a grownup, tucked the money away into her purse.

Cecily’s flight started to board. Cliff turned to her. “Now if for some reason Emily and Evan can’t make it to the airport to pick you up, whether its traffic or Evan gets his thumb stuck up his ass, you can always call Mr. Kirk and have him pick you up. He’s vacationing in London right now, and he told me that if you need anything at all, even someone to go shopping with, that you can give him a call anytime day or night. I think that you should call him one night at four in the morning just for kicks. Here,” he handed Cecily a piece of paper that had the name of Kirk’s hotel on it, along with his room number.

“He’s staying at the Four Seasons in London,” Cliff went on. “And he’s not that far from where you’ll be.”

The flight dude called Cecily’s row for boarding. Cliff and Cecily stood up. He helped her carry her backpack over towards the ticket desk.

“I guess this is it Daddy,” said Cecily.

“Yeah,” Cliff replied sadly. A small tear started to dance its way down his cheek. He quickly looked away from her so that she wouldn’t see it, but he was too late.

“You’re crying Daddy,” said Cecily.

“I am not!” Cliff retorted. “It’s these new fucking contact lenses. They suck ass.”

“You don’t have new contact lenses Daddy,” replied Cecily. “Here,” she reached into her backpack and pulled out rumpled and well traveled, Whiskey. “Take Whiskey,” she said.

She pressed the plushie dog into Cliff’s arms. “He always keeps me good company, and now he can keep you good company.”

“I don’t want to take your dog Cess,” said Cliff, as he wiped away another fucking tear. Damn, he thought. I need some weed. I’m turning into such a puss.

“You gave me all of that extra money,” said Cecily. “I insist that you take him.”

She reached over to give her Dad one last hug. Cliff hugged Cecily tightly, never wanting to let her go. Even though Cecily had been on an airplane shit loads of times, she had never been on one alone. Would she be able to find her connecting flight in Chicago? Would the airline staff treat her right? Would Emily’s fiancé be kind to her? What if she started to favor Evan more than she favored him?

“Call me and let me know that you’ve arrived safely,” Cliff told her as he straightened her stubborn hair one, last, time.

“I’m going to miss you Daddy,” Cecily said, tears starting to form in her eyes as well.

“You don’t have to worry about your crazy old man,” Cliff replied. “I have my friends, I have my weed, I have Clarisse.”

“Yeah,” Cecily nodded, as she wiped her eyes.

“And remember,” Cliff said as he straightened the pin that she was wearing on her jacket. “They don’t card people on international flights, so if you play your cards right you might be able to get the flight attendant lady to serve you something during the flight.”

Cecily broke out into a smile. “I’ll remember that Daddy. I’m sure that once I’m somewhere out over the Atlantic Ocean that a screwdriver will sound quite yummy.”

“Just don’t have too many,” Cliff warned.

“I won’t,” Cecily promised.

He gave her one more last, final, quick hug, and then sent her on her way. As she made her way onto the plane she turned around to wave at him. He looked lonely and rather forlorn, and was clutching Whiskey in his right hand. Cliff watched as Cecily with her long curls bouncing up and a down against her back disappeared out of sight and into the jetway…
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Great c hapter, Ashley. Oooh the truth is finally going to come out :biggrin Wait until James spills the beans, can't wait to see that :wink And Cliff being overprotective of Cecily on the plane, that was sweet. Hmm, Kirk is in London too? :D
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