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| Shayi | January 18, 2008, 5:13 am Post #196 |
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Bring me that horizon
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First up - ruling chapter I'm so so glad to see that Cliff and Clarisse are fighting - as I am sure everyone in the story is Long may it continue... And score! Use of the word numpty in a story Heh! First time I've seen that and I laughed like a loon. I absolutely adored Cliff's list of things that Cecily should and should not do while she's in England I can see Evan getting a little surprised by her foul mouth - or maybe not too surprised, since he's with Emily and she learnt a lot from Cliff! “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.” ^^ Absolutely marvellous. And I have to agree with her - that does sound like one helluva good idea... England to the US is a suck ass long flight - you gotta have something to take your mind from the boredom... And I'm sure that the airline staff will love Cess... so long as no trouble ensues on route... And Cliff - bless him - I'm suuuure that weed's all he needs to perk him up again... and Whiskey of course, whether it be the dog or the drink Whoohoo - Kirk in London *huge grin* sounds like some fun and games to come! Awesome chapter - you managed to get in drama, a touching scene and still have your fantastic humour shining through. You truly are a master in this genre |
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| Battery | January 18, 2008, 7:17 am Post #197 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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I had a few busy days and I had to do some catch up but what a pleasure it was Awesome, awesome chapters!!!First, poor Cecily, she was so loyal towards James and Scott, damn, her punishment was hard And it was so sweet of Francesca to bring her food and Cecily's confession of 'truth' was just awesomely funny :horns2 ...And the scene when Cliff apologized her after discovering the truth was really, really moving... What's more (there was really a lot things I loved, it's hard to light up them all :horns2 ) Fran totally rocks for telling Cliff about the cancer thing... Clarisse is bitch from hell, it's so great Cliff is finally starting to think if he really wants to marry her... I'm extremely curious if James will tell him about Dr. Ken and what Cliff's going to do then.... And the last chapter didn't suck at all! It was totally sweet. I love the relation between Cliff and Cecily, it's one of a kind :horns2 Once again, awesome chapters!!!
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| Verity | January 18, 2008, 11:45 am Post #198 |
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The Story Girl
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Maggie- You'll see what James has to say about Doctor Ken in this chapter. I'm happy that so far you like this. Shayi- Ah yes, wonderful Kirk Lee is coming soon. I'm just waiting for the right time for him to make his grand entrace. Vanessa- James is going to spill the beans so I think all hell will break out soon. Chapter Fifty-Six Cliff had a long, lonely, three hour drive back to White Rock, with only Whiskey the stuffed dog to keep him company. He did very well keeping himself together until Angelfuck by the Misfits came on his car stereo. Tears started to prickle in his eyes again. Cecily was already long gone and in the air by now. He had to pull the car over for a few minutes and gather himself. “How am I ever going to deal with her going off to college?” he mused out loud to Whiskey. Whiskey just stared at Cliff with his plastic, black, button-like eyes. Cliff picked up the dog and examined it. “You’ve been through hell dog,” he mused. “You look even nastier than Geezer.” Cliff got back to White Rock around ten that morning. He was exhausted, and decided to catch a couple hours of sleep before having lunch with James. Clarisse was already awake and gone. She had gone down to the beach to do some early morning yoga. “Do I really have to tell him today Fran?” James asked. He and Francesca decided to take advantage of the time alone with Cecily away, Clarisse doing yoga, Cliff off sleeping, and Scott had took off to go back to New York. They had decided to have a private breakfast together out on the front porch. “I really think that you should,” Francesca replied. “It will be for the best in the long run, plus Clarisse already put a deposit down on a Pavilion to have the wedding ceremony at. You better tell Cliff before she spends even more money.” “It looks like another Burton wedding will be called off,” James sighed. “Good,” mumbled Francesca. “At least I won’t have to waste my time anymore with that infernal sad excuse for a woman.” *** James decided to take Cliff to a little restaurant near Harbor View called Papa Franks. Papa Franks was known for their famous, platters of barbequed pork shank, and sweet potato French fries. It was one of James’s favorite places on the entire fucking planet to eat. Pork shanks and beer. What more could a James ask for? Cliff was still very tired and cranky from his sleep deprivation, and argument with Clarisse. He had hardly seen her all day. She had made no overtures whatsoever trying to make up with him, nor did she ask if Cecily had made it onto her flight okay. It was very clear that she could care less about Cecily. James ordered them a pitcher of draft beer to get them started, and then focused his attention on his menu, “You got to try the pork shank Man,” he said. “It owns.” “They have grilled cheese,” Cliff murmured as he lit up a cigarette, and looked at his menu. “My Cecily loves grilled cheese.” “Cliff,” James said. “You need to hold your shit together Man. You’ve been away from Cecily shit loads of times.” “Yeah, but this is the first time that she’s left me,” answered Cliff. “Usually it’s me leaving her. I miss her. Damn. She’s already in the air again on her way to England. She seems to far away from me right now.” “I’m sure she’ll be fine,” said James reassuringly. “She’ll be with Emily, and the Ham Man is over there so if she needs anything she’ll be in good hands.” “You’re right,” Cliff nodded as he reached for an ashtray. James reached into his pocket and took out a black velvet ring box. “Here,” he said. “I had the plumber get this out for you. You can take it back to the jeweler, and get your money back.” “But James,” said Cliff. “Then it would be like you buying Clarisse’s ring for me. That ain’t right. You keep it. Maybe you’ll give it to Francesca.” “Humph!” James snorted. “I ain’t ever getting married. Scott and I have discussed it, and we want you to have it. We lost the ring and put you and Cecily through hell. It’s the least that we can do.” “Alright,” Cliff sighed and stuffed the ring into his back pocket. In all honesty, he didn’t mind getting ninety grand back in his bank account. “I can put it towards the honeymoon,” he said. “You know Clarisse. Nothing is ever inexpensive or simple when she’s involved. This wedding that we’re having is turning into a circus.” “I actually need to talk to you about that,” said James. “Is this about Kirk being my best man?” Cliff asked. “Don’t be pissed James. It’s just that you and Lars always seem to stash Kirk and me together, so we’re like bros. It makes sense.” “Cliff, I don’t really give a fuck if you ask President Bush to be your best man,” James replied. “This isn’t about that.” Cliff nearly choked on his cigarette. “I’d rather have Bob Rock be my best man than President Bush,” he grumbled. James took a long slug of beer for courage. Why couldn’t Francesca do this? He really hated having to do this man-to-man, bromance type shit with Cliff. “Cliff,” he began. “I love you Man.” “Awww,” said Cliff as he too chugged down some beer. “I love you too.” “I want you to know that no matter what shit goes down with Metallica, that we’re always going to be best of friends,” James went on. “Of course Dude,” replied Cliff, the beer picking up his spirits. “I have it tattooed on my ass. Remember?” “Damn right,” James nodded. He poured himself some more beer. “Look Man, I really do respect you as a friend, colleague, and musician. Really I do. You have more balls than all of us put together.” “That’s funny you say that,” said Cliff. “A few minutes ago I was just blubbering over a grilled cheese sandwich.” “You stood up for what you believed in, and you refused to take any shit from Bob Rock,” answered James. He pounded down some more beer. “And I greatly admire that.” Cliff’s cheeks turned pink. “Uh thanks,” he replied. “I like producing better anyway. I get to call all the shots, and we always use my riffs because I say so.” “Well I just really respect you and shit,” blubbered James. “I think that you deserve the best Cliff, and that goes for your personal life too.” “My personal life is fine,” said Cliff. He lit up another cigarette. “I have a wonderful, perfect, daughter, and I’m going to have a beautiful wife who’s a fucking supermodel. What more could a guy ever ask for?” This was the hard part. The very fucking hard part. James helped himself to some more beer, saturating the inner lining of his stomach with the smooth, thick, ale. His messy, flaxen, hair hung down over his baby blue eyes. He hadn’t shaved in a while either, so he had quite the stubble, just the way that Francesca liked it. “Uh Cliff,” James said wearily. “Hmmm?” Cliff asked as he puffed on his cigarette. “I don’t think that you should, that you should, uh, um-” “For Ozzy’s sake James!” Cliff demanded as he flicked his ashes into the ashtray. “What? Just spit it out!” “I don’t think that you should marry Clarisse,” James finally stammered. His face was red and he looked away to avoid looking at Cliff. “Okay Cecily,” Cliff shot. “And just why the fuck not?” James kept his gaze fixed down upon his beer as if cheap draft beer were really interesting. “She’s fooling around on you Man,” he said softly. “She’s cheatin.” “What the fuck?” Cliff stammered. He immediately put out his cigarette. “James, why would you say such a thing?” James looked out the window. “She told Fran,” he went on. “She told Fran everything. Fran wanted me to tell you. She wanted you to hear it from a friend. I am your friend Cliff, and I’m always going to be here for you.” The look on Cliff’s face seemed to be one of shock, maybe even denial, as the news sank in. “Who is the fucking bastard?” Cliff asked. “Is he some young, hot, chode?” “No. Actually I think he’s older than you,” James replied. “It’s her plastic surgeon, the fucker that did the liposuction. He’s married, but if he ever gets divorced, she said that she’d go be with him instead. I’m sorry Man. Francesca and I don’t mean to hurt you, but you should know the truth, and we didn’t want you to get into a marriage with Clarisse without knowing about this.” “There will be no marriage to Clarisse,” Cliff quipped bitterly. He slugged the rest of his beer. “I guess this explains where she was all those late nights.” “You got that right,” James nodded. Cliff laid his head down on the table. “I fucking loved her!” he cried. “I was going to do everything in my power to be a good, faithful, loving, husband to her. She’s the first girlfriend that I’ve had that I didn’t cheat on, and this is how I get treated? ” “It sucks Man. I know,” replied James. “I’ve had a girl cheat on me before, and it hurts. It really does hurt.” Cliff began to play with the edges to his napkin. He hung his head, trying to mask the hurt and disappointment that he felt. “I bent over backwards to try and be a good boyfriend to her,” he moped. “What I do wrong? Why’d she want to take up with some boring, old, plastic surgeon dude who makes a living at cutting up a bunch of naked chick’s titties?” “You make a lot of money cutting up naked chick’s tits,” said James. Cliff did not seem to be taking this very well. He was busy ripping up his paper napkin into little pieces of shreds. The people at Papa Franks were not going to be happy at the mess that Cliff was making. His long, auburn, hair fell over his eyes, so James wasn’t quite sure what Cliff was feeling. “Are you alright Man?” James asked. “I guess now I know how Emily felt,” Cliff murmured quietly, very quietly. “Yeah,” muttered James. He poured Cliff some more beer and went on. “Look on the bright side Man. She doesn’t deserve you,” said James kindly. “She was way too young for you anyway. She’s a mere child. You’d be happier with someone closer to your own age.” “Fuck that!” Cliff grunted. “Fuck women in general!” “Trust me Burton,” said James. “I sure do.” “I never want anything to do with them again!” Cliff shouted, getting angrier by the minute. “They’re all fucking fucked up! Every woman! I tell you what. I’m just going to be celibate for the rest of my life and just focus on my producing my music, and on raising Cecily, and giving her the best possible life that I can give to her. Fuck! I’m even going to go back to school, just like I wanted! I’ll go back this fall.” “Cliff,” James laughed. “You wouldn’t last two days being celibate. You just have to find the right person. Clarisse wasn’t right for you Cliff, and you know it. I know that her tits were sensational. They were world class, just like Gypsy Rose Lee or something. But underneath those tits she really was a dog. I mean that whole cancer thing was totally lame and un cool, and she never was very nice to your daughter.” “No,” Cliff agreed. “She wasn’t. For these past two months I’ve been acting like a complete fool, and I’ve been a dick to Cecily, the person who means the most to me.” “Are you sure only for the past two months?” James teased. “Very funny dick head!” Cliff snapped. “I’m trying to be serious. I’ve been totally stupid. How could I ever take up with someone who was always so cruel and rude to my daughter?” “Good sex,” replied James matter-of-factly. “Firm ass. Pillowey breasts.” “No one liked her,” Cliff stated. “True,” James nodded. “Francesca wants her dead, and I know that Lars and Kirk were never wild about her either. She has this annoying laugh. But she was your girlfriend, and she did have nice boobs, so we tolerated her. Remember Kirk’s ex? The crazy one who used to call him every ten minutes when we were out on the road?” “Fuck yeah,” answered Cliff. He picked up another napkin to start shredding. “Every time that the bitch would call I’d have to turn my fucking radio down, and I hated it.” “She was just mean,” said James. “A mean, nasty, crusty, bitch. None of us could stand her, but Kirk thought that she was the best thing since five cent peep shows. He was just blinded by sex. Eventually he came to his senses, and got rid of her.” “Well today I’ve come to mine,” said Cliff firmly. “First I’m going to get wickedly drunk. Then I’m going to go back to White Rock and throw Clarisse out on her ass. I’m going to get rid of all her bullshit, ugly paintings, and stupid shit, and throw it all out the window. And then I’m going to enroll at the university for this fall semester and get my fucking music degree.” “You go Burton!” James egged him on. “Fuck. Maybe you should go all the way and get your doctorate. Then you could be Doctor Burton.” This actually did make Cliff smile a bit. “I don’t think I need to go that far,” he replied. “That just might be too studious, even for me.” The two were silent for a few minutes, enjoying their cheap beer. “I really don’t understand why you ever wanted to marry her,” James declared finally, the alcohol making him speak his mind. “I mean she’s plenty hot, but so are a lot of the chicks that we’ve brought home in our day, and you’ve never wanted to marry any of them.” “It’s me just being stupid,” Cliff sighed. “I really wanted a mother figure for Cecily after Emily left, and I guess that I was pissed when Emily went off and got herself engaged, so I wanted to show her that I sure didn’t need her anymore either.” “You’re still really gung ho on that Emily chick,” said James. “Aren’t you?” Cliff shrugged. “I lived with her on and off for six years,” he said. “That’s a long time to screw around with someone.” “You love her?” James asked. Cliff looked at his beer glass. A blank, distant, and rather shit faced look upon his face. “Yes,” he nodded, still staring at the beer glass. “And I always will…” |
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| Lucifer's Angel | January 18, 2008, 11:50 am Post #199 |
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All right, Cliff! Finally he came to his senses. I can see why James didn't want to tell him, that's hard to say, I understand But he did it, and man, I can't wait to see him throw Clarisse out on her fake titties And he owes Cecily a big apology, he strikes me as the sort who gets really angry when someone betrays him. Can't wait to read more.
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| Verity | January 18, 2008, 8:27 pm Post #200 |
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The Story Girl
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Vanessa- I think you'll like this chapter. No more Clarisse and her fake tits. anywho I'm very pissy because I wanted to practice tonight and my husband complains I'm too loud and it bleeds into the living room where he's watching some stupid movie. That's bullshit. So much for having my own practice room. Anyway I guess I will go write some more of this instead. At least writing isn't loud. Chapter Fifty-Seven An extraordinarily wasted James and Cliff stumbled their way inside White Rock. After a delicious meal at Papa Frank’s, Cliff had wanted to hit the bar, so they had gone bar hopping at every bar and pub between Harbor View and White Rock. Needless to say, they were so fucking plastered that they had to have the taxi man drive them home. “Hey Tootsie,” James greeted Francesca as he staggered in through the door, slamming Cliff up against the wall in the process. “Fuck you Het!” Cliff growled, and then he burst into laughter. “You two smell like a damn brewery,” said Francesca as she helped the staggering James inside. “Cliffster and I had a wee bit to drink,” said James. “A wee bit?” repeated Fran, raising an eyebrow. “We’re under the influence,” chirped Cliff. “Definitely.” James immediately made his way to the freezer in the kitchen, and took out a frozen pizza. “Francesca, my lovely Latin lass,” he bellowed. “Will you do me the honor of cooking Sir Mr. Burton and me a delectable, DiGiorno, frozen pizza?” “Did you tell Cliff yet?” Francesca whispered at James. “About Clarisse?” Francesca got her answer, but not from James. At that moment, Cliff strolled into the kitchen and flipped James and Francesca off. “Fuck you Clarisse Van Sicklen!” he yelled. “You aren’t even worthy enough to lick my hairy balls!” “I guess I’ll take that as a yes,” said Francesca. “Cliff and I are celebrating,” went on James as he took a couple of beers out of the fridge. “We’re celebrating Cliff’s freedom. He’s single again.” “I’m glad to hear that,” Francesca replied. “Cliffster is out on the prowl,” James added. He made an obscene gesture, and purred like a kitten. “No I’m not,” laughed Cliff as he lit a cigarette. “I ain’t banging anymore women. Cliffy’s done scoring with chicks. I’m just going to focus on my music, get my degree, and raise my little girl.” “Clarisse went out for the day,” said Francesca. “She wouldn’t say where though.” “She’s probably off getting tea bagged by Doctor Ken,” Cliff snorted. “Probably,” agreed Francesca. “You’ll have to wait until she gets home in order to break up with her,” said James. “Yeah,” Cliff agreed. “I can’t wait. I’m going to read that bitch the riot act.” “Don’t spare her any mercy Cliff,” put in Francesca. “That witch doesn’t deserve it.” “Cecily is going to be so happy,” said James as he draped an arm around Francesca’s shoulders, and began to suck on her neck like a baby runt pig sucking from his mother’s teat. “I wish that I had Cess here with me to celebrate,” Cliff replied. “We’d have another waffles and horror movies fest. Ah hell. I can just wait until she gets back from Emily’s.” Francesca smiled. She knew that Cecily was going to be so happy to have her Father back having waffles and watching horror movies with her again. “You’re a good Dad Cliff,” she said sincerely. Cliff blushed. “Thanks,” he replied. “But Cecily is a good kid. She makes my job easy.” “That’s sure a different tune than what we’ve been hearing for the past few weeks,” said James. “The old Cliff is back, and damn am I happy.” “Fuck right,” Cliff nodded as he finished his cigarette, and went over to the backdoor and opened it. “Geezer!” he bellowed, and then let out a whistle. “Get your ass in here boy!” Geezer stood up from the shady spot of grass that he was laying upon and perked up his ears. What? Was his master actually calling him inside of the house? “Here Geezer Geezer!” Cliff yelled again. Geezer lumbered over across the yard, up the stairs of the back deck, and through the door into the kitchen. He looked up at Cliff with his big, brown, cataract laden eyes that wheezed a trail of yellow-green mucus from the corners of them. “This is your home Man,” Cliff said to the dog. “You can go wherever you want. I got rid of the mean, evil, wicked witch. I’ll never make you sleep outside again!” Geezer let out a bark of approval. “Come on boy!” Cliff motioned at Geezer to follow him upstairs to the Apache Room. Geezer happily galumphed behind his master. He hadn’t seen Cliff so happy in months. His eyes were shining, and he moved with a light spring in his step. Once they were inside the bedroom, Cliff patted the bed. “Up here Geezer!” he called, patting the side where Clarisse usually slept with his hand. With a clumsy jump, Geezer leapt up into the bed. To Cliff’s delight Geezer began to lick at one of his many pus laden, scabby, growths, drooling all over Clarisse’s side of the bed in the process. Even if Clarisse wouldn’t be sleeping there anymore it still gave Cliff an overwhelming sense of satisfaction to see Geezer drool where she usually lay. He took Clarisse’s leopard print suitcase out of the closet, and began to pile up all of her clothes in it. Her shoes he just chucked out the window, even the silk ones that she seemed to be quite fascinated with, along with a very ugly statue of a demented looking bird. As he cleaned out her closet he found concrete evidence which confirmed that Clarisse was indeed having an affair. He found receipts. Receipts for clothes, jewelry, dinners, all paid with a Doctor Kenneth Filmore’s credit card. “Fuck you Clarisse!” he yelled with each and every item that he chucked out of the window. “Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Bitch whore cunt!” Cliff finished his afternoon off by canceling Clarisse’s credit card, canceling the wedding Pavilion, and taking her name off of his bank account. “It’s just you and me Geezer,” Cliff said as he chucked Clarisse’s jewelry box out the window. “It’s just you, me, and Cecily.” *** Clarisse had just spent a blissful afternoon with Doctor Ken. She had had a post op appointment, and then he had taken her out to lunch. Not only did he buy her lunch, but he also bought her a yellow sundress, complete with a matching straw hat, and a pair of Prada shoes. She was in very high spirits. The fact that Cliff’s brat was now off in England even made her happier. She wouldn’t have to see that insipid, sour, and ugly little girl for the next two weeks. “Hello Clarisse,” Francesca greeted as Clarisse entered the house with her hands full of shopping bags. “Cliff’s upstairs. He has a surprise for you,” she went on, flashing Clarisse a fox like smirk. “It’s about time that he does something romantic for me,” Clarisse hissed as she set down her shopping bags. “It’s very romantic,” piped up James. “You’ll love it. I’ll love it.” Clarisse shot James her “bitch” look and then headed up the stairs. As she reached the door to the Apache Room, she could smell that Geezer was inside the house. “Clifford Lee!” she bellowed as she opened the bedroom door. “How many times do I have to tell you that dog is not allowed inside the house!” she demanded. To Clarisse’s horror, Geezer’s hairy, scabby, and scaly ass was resting right on her pillow, as the dog was busy licking away at his privates. “Clifford!” Clarisse shrieked. “Get that wretched thing out of my bed!” “It’s not your bed anymore,” said Cliff, as he stepped out of the closet and into the bedroom. “And that wretched thing is my dog!” he snapped. “He is to be treated with respect!” Clarisse looked over at Geezer. Geezer stopped licking at his privates, a trail of warm, sticky, drool hung from his mouth. Huge crusty welts peered out from under his grayish fur, half of his left ear was missing which a result of his skin disease, and he had so much eye pus that his right eye was almost crusted shut. “I am not treating that abhorrent abomination with any respect!” she yelled at Cliff. She turned to Geezer. “Get out of here! Shoo! Bad dog!” She went to whack Geezer with a pillow, but Geezer snapped at her, nearly biting her. “Go get her Geezer!” yelled Cliff. “Bite her!” “Clifford!” Clarisse squawked. “Have you lost your mind?” “No,” Cliff replied. “Actually, I’ve just the opposite. I’ve found my mind.” Cliff picked up Clarisse’s suitcase and held it out of the window. “Get the fuck out of here Clarisse,” he snarled. “Cliff, what on earth?” Clarisse squawked. “What are you doing?” “Dumping you,” Cliff answered. “Dumping me?” Clarisse repeated. “Why are you dumping me? I’m the best thing that ever happened to you.” “No,” answered Cliff. “Cecily is.” “She’s putting you up to this!” Clarisse yelled. “This is all her doing!” “Cecily is en route to motherfucking England you dill cunt!” Cliff snarled. “It’s over Clarisse. It’s over between us.” “But we’re engaged!” said Clarisse. “Engaged to be married.” “Not anymore we ain’t!” snapped Cliff. “I know all about Doctor Ken! Now why don’t you get the fuck out of my beach home and go suck his dick or something.” “There’s nothing between me and Doctor Ken,” Clarisse stammered, her cheeks flushing hot with color. “He bought you a pair of six hundred dollar shoes for no fucking reason?” Cliff snapped as he thrust one of the receipts in her face. “That’s funny. My doctor never bought me no expensive pair of shoes. Now get out! I never want to see you again!” he demanded. Clarisse was now in tears. “You’re making a mistake Clifford!” she cried. “You’re making a huge mistake.” “The only mistake that I made was wasting the past year of my life with you!” Cliff snarled. “You’re not a rock star anymore Cliff!” Clarisse shot, trying to gain her composure. “You’re not in Metallica anymore. You might be some big shot producer, but you’ll never get the groupies and the glory that you once had.” “No,” Cliff replied as he lit up a cigarette. “I just get Grammy awards instead.” “You’ll never ever have another woman as young or as attractive as I am,” Clarisse went on. “Oh well,” said Cliff. “I’ll manage.” “You’re no prize Cliff Burton,” Clarisse said evenly. “You’re getting older, and you don’t have the fame that James or Lars has. You dress like an aging hippie, and you’re saddled down with a kid. Good luck finding another girl that will want to marry you!” “I don’t really give a fuck,” Cliff responded. He took a drag on his cigarette. “I really don’t give a shit if I ever get married. I’ll just get my needs satisfied by a good old fashioned whore. You were always a lousy lover anyway.” He grabbed Clarisse by the arm and ushered her out of the room. “I already packed up all of your shit and threw it outside,” he hissed at her. “Now just get the fuck out of my life!” “And where am I supposed to go?” demanded Clarisse. “I’m not going to be able to make it all the way back to Los Angeles tonight. What am I to do?” “Frankly my bitch, I don’t really give a damn,” retorted Cliff, as he tossed his hair (just for Battery) and flicked a wad of ashes off of the end of his cigarette. “Go bunk in with Doctor Ken for the night,” he suggested. “Oh wait a minute. That’s right. You can’t do that because Doctor Ken is married. You’re nothing but his floozy mistress. Maybe if you get lucky he’ll put you up in a nice hotel for the night. You can repay him by going down on him, give him a nice blowjob,” said Cliff. “You’re a vile, evil, disgusting, soul Clifford Lee Burton!” Clarisse snarled, seething with anger. “I can’t believe that I used to love you!” “You never loved me,” Cliff growled. “You were in love with the idea of being in love with a rock star. Problem is I’m not a rock star. I never was, and never will be. That’s just not me.” Clarisse gave Cliff one more look of bitter and intense hatred. Cliff was hoping that she’d take off her ring and give it back to him. Fuck. Then he’d have two ninety thousand dollar rings to take back and get money for. However, far be it from Clarisse to ever do the right thing. She turned to leave, her designer high heels clicking and clacking against the wood floor as she walked out of the house, and out of Cliff’s life forever… |
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| Simone | January 19, 2008, 4:55 am Post #201 |
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FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!! ALELUJA!!! i CAN'T BELIEVE THIS ACTUALLY HAPPEN!!!! I'm so happy!!!! And Cess is going to have a faint spell when she'll find out fuck you Clarisse! You lousy scum Ohh,I feel so good
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| Battery | January 19, 2008, 9:42 am Post #202 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Haha! Fuck Yeah!! Those were absolutely excellent chapters !!!The scene with drunk James and Cliff was awesome, and Cliff dumping Clarisse was SO brilliant, I read this scene three times ! Finally!!! (and big thank you for him tossing his hair, haha!) And it's so great he decided to go to college “Dumping me?” Clarisse repeated. “Why are you dumping me? I’m the best thing that ever happened to you.” “No,” answered Cliff. “Cecily is.” -Yeah! :horns2 The bitch is gone..... Awesome!!!
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| Lucifer's Angel | January 19, 2008, 10:59 am Post #203 |
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You go Cliff! Fuck that bitch :horns2 I just hope she doesn't make trouble for them, though. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
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| Verity | January 19, 2008, 1:23 pm Post #204 |
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The Story Girl
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Simone- Happy Birthday!! I hope that King Diamond jumps out of a gigantic cake for you. Maggie- Thank you. I'm most happy that you enjoyed that last chapter. You made my day. And no more Clarisse!! I was getting rather sick of her too. Vanessa- Fuck that bitch is right!! I think Cliff finally came to his senses. This next chapter got tooo long and I'm sorry. Anyway, my dog is looking at me. I better put her outside. Chapter Fifty-Eight Cecily had no idea whatsoever about her Dad’s new single status. But she was having quite the time on her travels to England. Her flight out of Chicago had actually been delayed for a couple hours (good old typical airline service). She had spent her extra long layover having a very nice lunch at one of the airport’s restaurants and writing a letter to Jackson. On the plane to England she met a very pleasant old Hungarian dude who had to be in his eighties, and was a real honest-to-God gypsy. He had been the announcer for a traveling freak show, and had been all over the world with it. He told her stories of New Zealand, Paris, Switzerland, and Rome. “You’ve been everywhere,” Cecily sighed in envy. “You look like a well traveled little girl yourself,” the man observed. “I’ve been all over the United States with my Dad and his band,” boasted Cecily. “And my Mom has taken me to New York City with her millions of times.” “Have you ever been out of the United States?” he asked. “Or is this your first time?” Cecily looked thoughtful. “My Daddy took me to Vancouver with him once on a business trip. And I lived the first five years of my life in Denmark,” she said. “I’ve never been anywhere else.” “Really?” said the man, surprised. “You don’t sound Danish.” “I’ve lost my Danish accent I guess,” said Cecily. “Well I’m going to visit an old friend,” said the gypsy. “But what brings you to England?” “I’m visiting my Mom,” Cecily said proudly, rather proud to be referring to Emily as her mother. “She’s getting married in twelve days.” “That’s exciting,” replied the old gypsy. “If she’s half as pretty as you are, she’ll be a beautiful bride I’m sure.” Cecily blushed. “She’s much prettier,” she replied. “She’s the prettiest girl in the entire world. At least I think so. I’m a little nervous though. I haven’t seen her for six months, and I haven’t met her fiancé yet.” “I’m sure that she’ll be very happy to see you,” the gypsy replied. “It’s hard when families live so far apart from one another.” “I miss her so much,” said Cecily. “I can tell that you miss her,” replied the gypsy. “Where is it that you live with your Dad again?” “California,” answered Cecily. “Ah yes,” said the gypsy. “I remember sunny California.” “Have you been there too?” asked Cecily. The old gypsy dude nodded. “Many a time,” he answered. “I’ve been all over the state. I once dated an actress from there once.” And with that, he launched into another story. *** “Oh Evan where is she?” Emily asked as she searched through the masses of people who were bustling about the airport. “What if she didn’t get on the correct flight? What if she’s lost in Chicago? What if she flew to Siberia instead?” “I’m sure that Cecily made it here just fine,” Evan reassured her. “It was a huge flight with a lot of people. It takes a while to get all of those people off a plane.” “I hope that she still likes me,” sighed Emily. “There’s nothing not to like about you Emily,” replied Evan. “Sometimes I feel as if I abandoned her by moving to England,” said Emily. “I never want her to feel abandoned by me.” “We’ll make her feel like the most welcome little girl in the entire world,” Evan said. “Like I said if she likes it here, she’s more than welcome to spend an entire summer, or the Christmas holidays here with us.” “I’d like that,” Emily replied, smiling up at him. And then she saw her. Cliff had kept his word about having her nicely dressed for the first impression. She was wearing the little pink and black skirt with the correct shoes, and everything. Her long hair had been carefully brushed and hung down in loose waves down her back. Even though Cecily hadn’t grown any taller, Emily could tell that she was maturing. She was now starting to look more and more like a young lady, rather than a little girl. “Cecily!” Emily shrieked as she took off running like a ninny through the airport, waving her arms through the air. “Mom!” Cecily cried as she too started to run, her curls bobbing up and down. Cecily thought that Emily looked absolutely beautiful. She was dressed in a fine, black, leather jacket with a belt that tied around her waist. Her hair had been dyed back to a more reddish color, like it was years ago when she had first met her. She wore it curly, with a barrette holding the sides out of her face. As Cecily fell into her arms she could smell Emily’s familiar perfume. Oh how she had missed that smell! “I’ve missed you so much Cecily!” Emily said as she hugged Cecily close. “I finally have my little girl again!” “I’ve missed you too Mom,” said Cecily. “You look so pretty.” “Why thank you,” replied Emily. She held Cecily out at arms length to get a good look at her. “You look very pretty yourself. Very grown up, and very sophisticated.” “Really?” Cecily asked. “Me? Grown up?” “You just flew half across the world didn’t you?” said Emily. “I’d say that’s a very grown up think to do.” “I’m so glad to be back here with you,” Cecily sighed as Emily put her arm around her. The gypsy dude walked by and smiled at them, waving to Cecily. “You have a very delightful daughter Miss,” he said to Emily. “She was a pleasure to sit next to on the plane. I see where she gets her pretty looks from.” Emily blushed. “Thank you,” she replied. She always liked it when people thought that Cecily was her real daughter. In her opinion, Claudia was a worthless hunk of shit that didn’t even deserve a mention as Cecily’s mother. “Congratulations on the wedding,” he said. “Speaking of the wedding,” said Cecily. “Where’s the famous Evan Fitzgerald?” Emily linked her arm with Cecily’s. “He’s here. Shall we go meet him?” Cecily nodded, beaming with total happiness that she was reunited with one of her favorite people. Emily led Cecily down the concourse a little ways to where Evan was standing, trying to give them some space during their reunion. “So this is the famous Cecily,” he said as he came forward and extended a hand. It was all that Cecily could do to keep from gawking at him. Her mouth nearly dropped open. That was Evan Fitzgerald? Holy shit! Cecily had spent many a time sitting around dreaming about handsome and dashing princes and knights, but never had she imagined anyone as dreamy as Evan Fitzgerald. He had to be the handsomest man that she had ever laid eyes upon, yes even handsomer than Mr. Kirk. For one thing, he was a different kind of handsome. Evan was tall with short dark hair that had just the right amount of natural wave in it for Cecily to find it very sexy. His eyes were a dark shade of blue and were very kind looking, and full of understanding. He looked strong, but not bulky or overbearing. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a button down shirt. He was the total opposite of Cliff in looks and demeanor, another thing which surprised Cecily. She had been picturing someone somewhat closer to how her Dad looked, but that certainly wasn’t the case. “Cecily dear,” said Emily. “This is my fiancé Evan.” Evan smiled at Cecily as he held out his hand. “Emily has told me so much about you,” he said. “I’m so glad to finally get to meet you.” Cecily was trying her very best not to faint at the sight of the hunk that stood before her. She found herself growing very, very shy. She blushed, and looked down at her shoes. “It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Fitzgerald,” she said shyly. “Please, call me Evan,” he said. “I want to thank you.” “Thank me?” Cecily asked. “Yes,” Evan nodded as he took Cecily’s backpack for her, and the trio started to head towards the baggage claim. “You’ve made my Emily very, very, happy and for that I want to thank you.” Cecily smiled, her heart fluttering. She immediately liked Mr. Evan. He was a hell of a lot better than Clarisse. Still more than anything on the entire earth, even more than Jackson, she wanted her Mom and Dad back together again as a family. But if she couldn’t have that she was happy that Emily had found someone who seemed so nice. Emily deserved it. “You must be exhausted,” said Emily. “Especially with your flight coming in much later then expected, and the drastic time change. We were going to take you for dinner but with your delay, you may just rather go home and have some tea.” Cecily nodded. “Tea sounds wonderful,” she said. “As long as it’s with you Mom. I’ve missed you.” Just then a squeak came from the bag that Emily had slung over her shoulder. A small head poked out the top of it. “Is that a puppy?” Cecily asked, her eyes widening in surprise. “Well she’s as small as one,” answered Emily as she lifted Queen Victoria out of the bag. “But she’s a full grown dog.” She handed Queen Victoria over to Cecily. The little dog began to lick Cecily’s face. “She’s adorable!” Cecily exclaimed. “And she doesn’t smell like Geezer does.” “How is old Geezer?” Emily asked. “He’s fine,” answered Cecily. “But Clarisse won’t let him come inside the house, and Daddy is being so stupid that he let’s her do whatever she wants. He also has this pus wart thing under his thigh that he keeps biting at. It’s really nasty.” “Poor Geezer,” Emily sighed. “I miss him though.” “Who’s Geezer?” Evan asked, feeling left out of the conversation. “My Daddy’s dog,” replied Cecily. “Oh,” Evan said, immediately feeling a little awkward at the mention of Cecily’s Father. “Evan bought me Queen Victoria as a work companion,” said Emily as she gently placed the dog back in the bag. “She’s very quiet. She just lays there under my desk all day.” Cecily was in awe of Evan and Emily’s beautiful town home. Emily had done up Cecily’s bedroom a very, very, light shade of lavender, and the best thing was that even though Cecily’s room was quite small, it had a fireplace. Cecily had a much bigger room with a gorgeous view at Cliff’s house, but she didn’t have her own fireplace. She only had that when she stayed at Aunt Josephine’s. Queen Victoria sat up on Cecily’s bed licking her paws as they unpacked. “I can’t believe that I finally, finally, finally, have you here,” said Emily as she opened up Cecily’s suitcase. She was very impressed at how neat and organized Cecily’s belongings seemed to be packed. “And I must say,” she went on. “Your Dad actually did a good job helping you pack. Usually he could barely get himself packed for his tours, let alone another person.” “Miss Francesca did most of it,” put in Cecily. “She’s James’s girlfriend. She’s from Argentina. When she gets mad she curses in Spanish.” “It won’t be long until I’ll have a bilingual foul mouthed daughter,” Emily joked as picked up Cecily’s lilac dress and hung it in the armoire. “This is a pretty dress,” she remarked. “I don’t remember it.” “It’s new,” said Cecily as she sat down on the bed to play with Queen Victoria. “Daddy bought it for me in Harbor View.” Emily raised her eyebrows. “His taste in clothes is getting better,” she remarked. “Speaking of my Dad,” said Cecily. “I’m supposed to call him to let him know that I made it here safely.” “You can go call him right now,” replied Emily as they girls made their way down the hall. “I’ll fix us our tea, while you’re on the phone with him.” Cecily plopped down on the sofa in the living room next to the phone, and took out the calling card that Cliff had given her. She dialed in the long, cumbersome, code of numbers before the phone number at White Rock. To her surprise, James answered the phone. “Hey,” he said gruffly. “Mr. James?” said Cecily. “It’s me, Cecily. Is my Daddy there?” “Oh hey Cess,” replied James. “Actually, your Dad isn’t here. He went back to San Francisco. He should be there by now, so try calling him there.” Cecily was quite surprised. She thought that he and Clarisse were going to have some time at White Rock alone together. She was shocked to find that he had left to go home. He hadn’t mentioned that at all when they were at the airport. Cecily put down the phone. “Get a hold of your Dad?” Evan asked as he shuffled into the room. Cecily shook her head. “He went to San Francisco,” she replied. “I wish he would have told me that he was planning on doing that. I just wasted half my calling card.” “Oh don’t bother with that,” said Evan. “Calling cards are nonsense. Just go ahead and call him. I make international calls for work all of the time. It’s not a big deal.” “Daddy just got really mad at me because of the last phone bill,” explained Cecily. “I spent a hundred and fifty dollars talking to Miss Emily.” “I thought that we talked for an awfully long time,” remarked Emily as she worked on fixing the tea. “I’ll give him some money towards that bill. Then he won’t be so angry. You were upset and it was an emergency.” “Go ahead and call,” said Evan. “You’re allowed to call your Father whenever you like. Don’t worry about the cost.” He turned to give Emily a kiss. “I’ll leave you girls to have your tea, I’m going to bed. I have to be at work very early tomorrow,” he said. “But I’ll be home to have lunch with you.” “Good night my love,” said Emily as she kissed Evan back. Cecily couldn’t help but think that it was awfully weird to see Emily kissing anyone other than her Dad. It made her sad to think that Emily would never be kissing her Dad ever again. “Good night Cecily,” said Evan kindly as he patted the top of her head. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” “Thank you,” Cecily replied. “Good night Mr. Evan.” Evan was sure a breath of fresh air compared to Clarisse. As Emily made tea, Cecily dialed the number to Cliff’s house in San Francisco. Cliff had actually just gotten home, and was fixing Geezer some dinner when the phone rang. “Hello?” “Hi Daddy it’s me!” said Cecily. “Cecily!” Cliff cried, his voice perking up. “How was your flight? I heard that your plane was delayed.” “It was, but I’m here now,” answered Cecily. “Miss Emily has a beautiful town home here. And guess what? She did a bedroom up just for me. She painted it my favorite color and it has a fireplace.” “That’s nice,” Cliff said awkwardly into the phone. Cecily’s going to be in England like what? Once every five years? Does she really need a bedroom with a fucking fireplace in it? he thought. He lit a cigarette. “Have you met Evan Fitz-hoo-ha yet?” he asked. “Oh yes,” replied Cecily, a little too animatedly for Cliff’s liking. “He’s very nice,” she went on. “He bought Miss Emily the cutest little teacup Yorkie terrier. She’s so tiny.” “I’m sure that Emily always wanted a rat that barks,” Cliff murmured rather sullenly. There was an awkward silence for a few moments. Finally Cecily said “How come you’re not at White Rock?” “Scott’s gone,” Cliff answered. “And I figured that James and Fran would want the place to themselves. I didn’t want to be a third wheel.” He cleared his throat. “Cecily,” he said. “I broke up with Clarisse today.” “What?” Cecily shrieked. “You broke up with Clarisse?” At the sound of that, Emily who was standing right behind Cecily dropped the tea cup and saucer that she was holding. It fell to the floor, shattering. “Oh shit!” Emily yelped as she crouched down to start picking it up. Cecily whirled around. “Are you alright Mom?” she asked. “I’m fine,” Emily hissed, her cheeks flushing. “What happened?” asked Cliff. “Emily dropped a teacup,” answered Cecily. “So, does this mean that there isn’t going to be a wedding?” “You got that right,” said Cliff. “Another Burton wedding called off. It’s for the best though. Clarisse was holding me back professionally, and I didn’t like the way that she was treating you.” “Oh Daddy!” Cecily, sighed. She wanted to burst into tears of joy and happiness that the evil, nasty, bitchy, and horrid Clarisse Van Sicklen was out of her life for good, but she figured that her Dad must be pretty lonely in San Francisco all by himself. Gloating probably wouldn’t be the best thing. “Are you alright?” she asked. “Oh yeah,” Cliff replied. “I feel much better actually. I’m going to work with that new band Manic Destruction, and go back to school this coming fall. I got the application and everything.” “Daddy that’s wonderful!” Cecily gasped. “You’ll do great.” “I’m going to need your help,” said Cliff. “Between Gastropod, Manic Destruction, bass practicing, teaching, and school, I’m going to be extremely busy. I’ll need you to help me keep my sanity. It’s just going to be me and you from now on Cess. Just you, me, and Geezer.” Cecily noticed that Emily had the tea all ready. “I have to go now Dad,” she said. “Emily and I are going to have tea before bed.” “Oh okay,” said Cliff, sounding very lonely. “Enjoy your tea Cess.” “Are you going to be okay?” Cecily asked. “I mean, you aren’t at White Rock anymore, so you’re all alone now.” “I’m not all alone,” replied Cliff. “I have Geezer and Whiskey…” |
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| Lucifer's Angel | January 19, 2008, 1:29 pm Post #205 |
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Hmm, things are getting interesting. Evan doesn't seem so bad, he's actually rather nice. I liked how Cecily felt as though she was going to faint when she met him Naughty Cecily And when Emily dropped the teacup when she heard about the breakup. Hmm, does she still have feelings for Cliff?
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| Battery | January 19, 2008, 5:03 pm Post #206 |
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Evan sounds really great! But I'm curious if he hasn't any dead body in the closet .... And poor Cliff.... He has to be really lonely Good he at least has Whiskey and Geezer And I loved to read about Cecily's and Emily's reunion, that was sweet and yay! for Emily dropping the teacup , hehehe Awesome chapter! I don't mind lenght at all! The longer the better :horns2 |
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| Verity | January 20, 2008, 1:38 am Post #207 |
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The Story Girl
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Vanessa- I'm glad you liked this. And hopefully Cecily won't faint again.Maggie- Thank you! I'm happy that you didn't mind the length. This chapter is totally ridiculous!!! This is what happens when I write after too many glasses of wine. Chapter Fifty-Nine Cliff Burton hung up the phone and finished feeding Geezer his slop of dog food. Back when Emily used to live with them, she used to take great pride in feeding Geezer. The vet had recommended that they feed Geezer a diet of homemade dog food made from fresh whole grain rice, and lean burger meat to help his skin condition. Emily would always make a huge-ass pot of Geezer’s special food to get him through the week. Since she had left this ritual had stopped, and Geezer was back to shitty canned dog food. Cliff watched as Geezer reluctantly sniffed the bowl of food and scowled at it with a look that said “you expect me to eat this shit?” “Ah fuck,” Cliff muttered. “I ain’t going to make you eat it Geezer.” Cliff picked up the bowl and dumped it out into the garbage. He set to work making Geezer some of the food that Emily used to make for him. After all, he had nothing else to do, and no one else to spend his evening with. Geezer was much happier with the homemade dog food. He ate nosily and greedily, licking each and every morsel from the bowl. Cliff flopped down at the kitchen table and lit a cigarette. He drummed his fingers on the table. The house was so fucking quiet. Geezer had gravy slopped around his mouth. He began to wipe his mouth off on the cuffs of Cliff’s bellbottom jeans. “Fuck you Geezer!” Cliff yelped as he jumped away. “Now I have drool and shit all over my pants. Fuck! And Francesca had just washed them for me too!” Geezer’s ears went back, his head went down, and his tail went down in between his legs. Cliff sighed. “I’m sorry dude,” he said to the dog. “I’m just cranky is all. Your Daddy is never going to get laid again, at least not for a long, long, time. Fuck, my twelve-year-old daughter has more of a chance at getting laid than I do.” If you think that you can’t get laid, just look at me, thought Geezer as he looked at his master with crusty, mucus oozing, eyes of understanding. “I’m talking to a fucking dog,” Cliff muttered. “Clarisse would laugh her ass off if she saw me now. Humph. I never was much into dating supermodels anyway, way too high maintenance. Never get involved with a woman Geezer. They’ll break your heart. Women are evil.” Cliff spent the rest of the evening drinking his way through a pack of Beck’s and smoking an entire pack of cigarettes. After he was boozed and smoked out enough, he decided to have his bedtime joint and retire to bed. As he made his way back to the bedroom he poked his head into Cecily’s room. It was habit. He always checked up on her before he went to bed, no matter how drunk he was, or how late it was that he stumbled in at night. However on this night there was no Cecily there, and another wave of sadness came over him. It would be one thing if she was just down the road at Mandie’s house for the night, but she was all the way in England, motherfucking England! He felt so far away from her. He made his way to his bedroom, put on a recording of Smetana’s Ma Vlast, and lit up a joint. As he leaned back into his pillow and let the smoke float into the inner folds of his brain an intriguing thought came to his mind. Never in his thirty years had he spent a night alone before. As strange as that sounded, it was true. Cliff had spent many nights passed out on the floor of the Metallimansion with James, Lars, Kirk and a bevy of beautiful chicks scattered about, or he was on the road in a bus or hotel room with the same personnel. When he wasn’t touring he used to crash at his parent’s place, or at Aunt Josephine’s, until he got his own place, but then he always had Cecily or Emily, or even a prostitute there with him. This was seriously the first time ever that Cliff Burton was going to be spending a night completely alone in his own home, and he did not like it one bit. He had never felt so lonely and alone in his entire life. Granted, he had Geezer and Whiskey in the bed with him. Geezer was already snoring like an old, hibernating, bear but still, Cliff was very much alone. “I wish that I had a beautiful woman to hold right now,” he sighed wistfully. He finished his joint and tried to fall asleep, but it was no use. He sat up in the bed and punched his pillow. “Fuck!” he grunted. He startled the sleeping Geezer who growled and then looked up at him. “Fuck you too!” Cliff snapped at the dog. “This blows major ass Geezer,” he declared. “I hate being all alone. I feel lame.” Just then, a brilliant thought popped into his mind. Aunt Josephine! He could go spend some time with Aunt Josephine at her villa. She had plenty of space, and was often lonely herself. Aunt Josephine’s house also meant plenty of pot, good imported Dutch beer, and absinthe smuggled in from Bolivia by Barnabas, Aunt Josephine’s driver and butler. Cliff got up out of the bed at once. He threw on his bellbottoms, a T-shirt, and his ugly Ojibwa fringe blazer jacket because Clarisse was no longer around to bitch at him for wearing it. He gathered Geezer’s leash, and his bass, and his duffel bag, and loaded them into the car. By the time that he would get there it would be around three in the morning. Aunt Josephine usually did stay up late, but not that late. However, Cliff had his own key, and security code to turn the alarm off. Cliff and his Metallica buddies had snuck into Aunt Josephine’s beautiful villa many times during the night. Cliff arrived at his Aunt’s house in the Napa Valley around three-thirty. It was completely dark, so that meant that Aunt Jo must be in bed. Oh well. He’d have to wait until tomorrow to have some absinthe with her. Cliff had always been her favorite nephew because when he was in high school he used to come over every afternoon to practice his bass and smoke weed with her. It was Aunt Josephine who had given Cliff his first joint back when he was thirteen-years-old, creating a stoner for life. Cliff parked his car, grabbed his bag and bass, and led Geezer around to the back door of the looming villa. He unlocked the door, punched in the security code, and carefully and quietly made his way inside so that he wouldn’t wake his aunt. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and softly crept up the stairs to the East Room, where he always slept while staying with her. Aunt Josephine had many guest suites, but the East Room was the biggest one. It had a huge king size bed overloaded with cushy, comfy, pillows, a view of the mountains, an in room wet bar, a huge ass TV, it’s own bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub, and a walk-in closet large enough to hold a fucking dance in. Cliff quietly turned the doorknob, opening the door. He crept in, and gently set his bass and duffel bag on the floor. Geezer immediately jumped up onto the sofa that was in the room and began to lick at his itchy privates. Cliff kicked off his cowboy boots, shimmied out of his bellbottoms, and shed off his blazer. He made his way over towards the bed, careful not to bump into anything in the pitch dark room. He shivered, for Aunt Josephine had the air conditioning jacked up. He couldn’t wait to jump into the nice, warm, and cozy, down feathered bed. He threw back the covers and leapt into the bed. “EEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKGATZZZZZZZZ!” a voice shrieked into the silent night air. “Jesus fucking Christ!” Cliff hollered as he bounced back out of the bed at once, and turned on the bedside lamp. There, in the middle of his bed sat Jason Newsted completely naked. His long, thick, wiry, mass of brownish-red hair was tussled in many directions. He stared up at Cliff with a deer-in-the-headlights look. A flimsy whore with long dark hair squirmed out from under the covers. “Jaysie,” she whined, squinting for the light was hurting her eyes after being in the dark for so long. “Who the hell is this?” Jason ignored the whore. He immediately drew the covers up around himself. At least Cliff still had on a pair of boxer shorts, but Jason was completely in his birthday suit (okay readers take a moment to drool, and take a cold shower if needed). “Jason Newsted!” Cliff exclaimed. “Just what in the Sam heck are you doing in my bed?” “Cliff Burton!” shouted Jason. “Just what the hell are you doing here?” “This is my Aunt’s house!” Cliff retorted. “This is my room! Now get the fuck out of my room. But you can leave the whore.” The whore rolled her eyes at Cliff. “Get him out of here Jaysie,” she moaned. “I’m sorry Cliff,” said Jason. “But your Aunt said that I could stay here.” “What the fuck?” shot a rather confused Cliff. “Metallica is on a little break, so I decided to get the new house that I bought over in Walnut Creek renovated,” explained Jason. “While they’re working on it your Aunt said that I could stay here until they were finished. Isn’t your Aunt just the sweetest lady in the entire world?” “What’s going on in here?” said a voice. Aunt Josephine poked her head in the door. The commotion had awakened her. Her mouth dropped open at the sight of her nephew. “Clifford!” she gasped. “What are you doing here? I thought that you were at White Rock with that bimbo of yours.” “Clarisse and I broke up,” said Cliff. “Really?” Aunt Josephine replied. “You called off another wedding?” “Obviously,” Cliff quipped. “Your mother is going to be thrilled,” said Josephine. “She hated that woman. She was about ready to go out and hire a hit man to go get rid of her.” “So was Francesca,” put in Cliff. “Aunt Jo, Cess is over in England right now, and I just don’t feel like being all alone. Could I stay with you for a while?” “Of course!” his Aunt replied. “You know that I love it when my favorite nephew comes to stay with me. Wow. I have two heavy metal bassists staying here with me. Maybe tomorrow we’ll have dueling bassists?” “That sounds like fun,” said Jason. “Over my dead body,” Cliff grunted. “I have more profound things to do with my time.” He turned to his Aunt. “Aunt Jo,” he said. “Get Jason out of my bed.” “Oh Clifford,” his Aunt sighed. “I honestly didn’t know that you were coming. I told Jason that he could have the East Room. I have a huge house Cliff. Pick another room.” Cliff frowned. “But this is my room,” he whined. “I’ve slept in this room since I was thirteen.” Jason sighed as he got up out of the bed, still keeping a blanket wrapped around him. “You can have your room,” he said. “But do keep in mind that I did just fuck that whore in here, in this very bed.” Cliff scrunched up his face. “Ah fuck,” he muttered. “I’ll go sleep in another room.” He turned to Geezer. “Come on boy!” he called. Geezer leapt off the sofa. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” “That’s nice of you Cliff,” his Aunt said kindly. “Why don’t you go to the Rose Room, where your little English girlfriend used to sleep?” Cliff was quiet as he threw his bellbottoms back on, grabbed his bass and duffel bag, and shuffled out of the room. Aunt Josephine followed him out into the hallway. As soon as they were in the Rose Room, Cliff threw his shit down on the floor and turned to his Aunt. “Just what the fuck are you doing inviting him to stay here?” he demanded. “This is my house! I can invite over whomever I please,” replied Aunt Josephine. “He’s on break and he’s all alone. James is off at White Rock, Kirk’s in England, Lars is in Saint Lucia. And, his house is all torn up. I felt sorry for him.” “He’s a stranger!” Cliff yelped. “Oh he is not!” Aunt Josephine shot hotly. “He’s a thoughtful and nice boy. He even tips Brunhilda whenever she brings him breakfast in bed, and he makes his bed every morning.” “Well I’ll be god damned,” snapped Cliff. “Shall I go suck his dick?” “Maybe,” replied Aunt Josephine. “Then maybe you’d make your bed too. Now if you don’t mind, an old lady likes me needs her sleep. I’m going off to bed.” She gave her nephew a quick kiss on the cheek, and Geezer a quick pat and then she hurried out of the room. Geezer leapt up into the bed. Cliff once again pulled off his boots and bellbottoms and climbed into the bed. He looked around the room. His Aunt had like twelve guest suites. Why the hell did she just have to put him in the one room that Emily always slept in whenever she stayed at Aunt Josephine’s? When Cliff would go on tour and Emily couldn’t go due to her schedule, she and Cecily would usually stay with Aunt Josephine and keep her company. Emily always slept in the Rose Room. Cliff could almost have sworn that it even still smelled like Emily. Cliff pulled the covers up around him, and reached up to turn off the bedside lamp. However a picture of him, Cecily, and Emily caught his eye. It had been taken backstage at a huge outdoor heavy metal fest near Los Angeles a few years ago. Cecily had on a Misfits shirt and was standing there smiling, holding a small Metallica banner. Cliff and Emily were on either side of her. Both were squatting down to be more at Cecily’s height. The three of them looked very happy. Fuck. Once upon a time they were a fucking, happy, and somewhat normal family. Cliff sighed as he studied the picture. He felt an insatiable sense of longing to go back to the days when he had a nice, perfect, family unit, with a woman who made him feel very much loved. He would never admit it, but he missed Emily. Unlike Clarisse, Emily never asked him to buy her stupid shit such as clothes and jewelry. If she wanted something she would buy it herself with her own fucking money. All that she ever wanted from him was just love, and for him to be faithful to her, and he couldn’t even do that. He set the picture back down on the night table. “I’m sorry Cecily,” he sighed. “I’m very, very, sorry…” |
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| Battery | January 20, 2008, 9:33 am Post #208 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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“This blows major ass Geezer,” he declared. “I hate being all alone. I feel lame.” oh, I totally get him... I hate being home alone too, but I have my two cats and I talk to them ....Uhm, yeah..... Anyway!“EEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKGATZZZZZZZZ!” - I loved Jason in his birthday suit with deer-in-the-headlights look, that was damn funny And it was brilliant idea to put Cliff in Rose Room, go go Aunt Josephine ! Cliff missing Emily is sweet, poor guy though snirf...Realy awesome chapter!! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | January 20, 2008, 10:36 am Post #209 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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No, that chapter didn't suck, I liked it I liked how you did Cliff's thoughts about being alone, I have spent the night alone, unlike him And finding Jason naked in bed was funny, poor Jason But Aunt Josephine seems to like him And he still misses Emily, how sweet. Is he going to go all Graduate on us?
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| Verity | January 20, 2008, 12:26 pm Post #210 |
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The Story Girl
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Maggie- I'm happy that you liked Jason's birthday suit. Me too. Vanessa- I've been alone for the night too. I don't like it much. It creeps me out. Chapter Sixty Meanwhile, it was morning over in England. Emily was modeling her wedding dress for Cecily, though Cecily had seen it on her many times before. Emily had had that same, stupid, wedding dress for the past six years. It was a beautiful dress. Emily had designed it herself, and had had it custom made. It was made from ivory satin, with a full skirt but no train. Trains were just too damn fussy for Emily’s liking. The totally kick ass thing about the dress was that the entire back of it laced up like a corset with a peach satin ribbon. Because of that, the dress took Emily at least thirty minutes to get in and out of. “You look so beautiful Mom,” said Cecily as she laced up the corset to the best of her ability. “Thank you,” Emily replied. “I can’t believe that I’m finally going to get to wear this dress.” “My Dad definitely seems to be good at calling off weddings,” Cecily murmured. “He just called off Clarisse’s.” “I wouldn’t worry about him Cecily,” said Emily, the slightest tinge of iciness in her voice. “He’ll find himself a nice titty maid to go and take up with in no time.” She admired her dress in the mirror. Emily was rather proud of it. At one point, one of her friends had even offered to buy it from her, but Emily had said no, dreaming that someday Cliff would finally marry her and she’d get to wear it. “Evan’s mother was trying to talk me into getting a new dress,” Emily went on. “But I wanted no part of it. I’ve been toting this dress around for the past six years and I intend on finally wearing it.” “I wonder what kind of dress I’ll wear if I ever get married,” Cecily wondered out loud. “If my Daddy ever let’s me. He was so weird around Jackson.” “By the way,” cut in Emily as she took out her veil. “How is Jackson?” Cecily’s eyes started to dance. She picked up Queen Victoria. “He’s my boyfriend,” she whispered, worried that if she said the word “boyfriend” out loud that somehow some of the magic of it would drift away. “My Cecily has herself a boyfriend eh?” Emily said, looking at her. “Just make sure that he always respects you.” “Oh he’s really sweet,” went on Cecily. “He invited me to his school dance with him this fall, but I doubt that Daddy will let me go. He hardly lets Jackson come near me.” “Your Father is the prime example of how a man should not treat a lady,” Emily retorted as she fucked around with her veil. Cecily looked down at Queen Victoria, who was gently licking her fingers. It made her uncomfortable when Cliff and Emily would make catty remarks about one another. “Jackson just says it’s because he’s being overprotective of me,” Cecily replied. “He’s being overprotective because he’s used to treating women like shit,” said Emily. “Hopefully someday he’ll see that not all men are that way. Evan certainly isn’t, and Jackson seems like a nice boy.” “At least you think so Mom,” answered Cecily. “I did a horrible thing,” she went on, looking away. “Cecily, you could never do something horrible,” replied Emily. Cecily took a deep breath. “I don’t know why I did it,” she said. “At the time, it seemed like a good idea, but now I really, really, regret it.” She told Emily all about the letter from Claudia, how Cliff had kept it from her, and how Clarisse had given it to her, and then how she had replied to it. Emily stayed quiet the entire time, listening intently. “Daddy would be furious if he knew that I wrote to Claudia,” Cecily lamented. “I’m afraid that I opened a huge can of worms.” “Well if she writes you back you don’t have to reply again,” said Emily. “It’s Cliff’s fault for pushing you away so much. He’s doing to you, the same thing that he did to me.” “I just needed someone to confide in,” said Cecily. “This summer has been awful. You’ve moved away, I’m no longer allowed to see Mandie, and Dad’s whole thing with Clarisse. I’ve lost everybody.” She didn’t mean to come all the way to London just to have a big, giant, pity party with Emily, but she couldn’t help it. She just had to tell someone that she had written to Claudia. “I wish that you didn’t have to live so far away from me,” Cecily added. “I’d give anything to still have you in San Francisco.” “Oh Cecily I’m so sorry,” said Emily. “I hate living so far away from you too.” She gave her a hug and held her for a few minutes. “Cliff and I splitting up has been really hard on you hasn’t it?” Cecily nodded. “We didn’t handle it very well,” Emily admitted. “I got so upset that I left in such a hurry, and never said goodbye to you, nor did I tell you that I was leaving for good. I’m sure that Cliff didn’t tell you either.” Cecily shook her head. “He just said that you left to go study in London,” she replied. “Then all of a sudden that slut bag Clarisse came and moved in with us.” Cecily dropped her voice into a whisper. “I think he still loves you Mom,” she said. “One time him and Clarisse had a fight and slept in separate bedrooms, and he took your picture with him. I’ve actually caught him looking at your picture a couple of times.” Emily raised her eyebrows, she looked very surprised. “It’s nothing Cecily,” she said finally. “Your Dad will look at anything that has a hole between its legs, and some sort of inklings of titties.” The two were quiet for a few moments. Emily was starting to realize just how much her moving to England had affected Cecily. The girl had written to her fucking, floozy, whore mom for Christ’s sake! Cecily must have been really desperate for someone motherly. “I want you to know that you’re always welcome to call or write to me,” Emily told her. “I’ll send your Dad money towards the phone bill, so don’t worry about him. Even if it’s five in the morning here I don’t care. You can call me anytime. I don’t know why you wrote to Claudia. You could have written to me instead.” “Thank you Mom,” Cecily replied. “I didn’t want to bother you since you’re getting married and all. Pretty soon, you and Mr. Evan will start your own family, and you’ll both be really busy.” “I’ll never be too busy for you,” Emily promised. “Cecily you are my family. You’re the closest thing to a daughter that I’m ever going to have.” Cecily just looked at her. Emily sighed. “I found out a few months ago that I’m not able have children,” she confessed. “I’m sorry,” said Cecily. “It’s quite alright,” Emily answered. “It just makes you all the more special to me. And I do really, really, really, hate the fact that we have to live so far apart from each other. Maybe next summer your Dad will let you stay with us for a few months.” “Oooh, I’d love that,” replied Cecily. “I already really like it here.” “I love having you here Cecily,” Emily returned. “I’ve missed you so. I know by law, he’s your only parent, but I helped raise you too, and it’s not fair that your Father gets to have you all to himself.” “I’m sure that if I asked him, he’d let me stay here with you for an entire summer,” said Cecily. “Well, you’d want to go to White Rock too,” Emily reminded her. “But if I could have you for July and most of August, that would make me very happy.” “I do love White Rock,” Cecily admitted. “But I’d much rather be with you for the entire summer Mom.” “Thank you Cecily,” Emily replied as she hugged her. “That means a lot to me.” “Girls!” Evan bellowed from downstairs. “I’m home! I’m starving too! May I have the honor of taking the two most beautiful ladies in all of England out for a special lunch?” Emily giggled. “Just a minute Love!” she yelled back. “We’ll be right down!” She turned to Cecily, who immediately started to help her mother out of her wedding dress. “See what I mean about Evan treating women the correct way?” she said. “Unlike Cliff.” She began to try and imitate Cliff. “Hey you two fuckers!” she mocked. “Get your sexy asses down here immediately and fix me lunch! I’m hungrier than a whore after fucking a truck driver.” Cecily couldn’t help but giggle. Emily used to tease and imitate Cliff like that all of the time. It made her miss the two of them together all the more. “Mom,” Cecily said as she helped Emily zip the wedding dress back up in its bag. “Does fucking a truck driver really make one that hungry?” “I’m not sure Cecily,” replied Emily with a wink. “I’ve never tried it. I’m sure that your Father has. There isn’t much left that he has yet to fuck. You’ll have to ask him.” *** The sun trickled in through the windows of Aunt Josephine’s fabulous kitchen. Brunhilda was at the stove fixing eggs, as Jason sat at the kitchen island reading the latest issue of Modern Bassist Magazine. Aunt Josephine sat across from him quietly reading the daily horoscopes from the newspaper. Cliff with his hair still wet from his shower meandered into the room and straight to the coffee pot. “Good morning Cliff,” Aunt Josephine greeted. Cliff mumbled something that sounded a little bit like “fuck” and proceeded on with his coffee. “I’m in the latest issue of Modern Bassist!” Jason chirped. “Look!” He held up the magazine so that Cliff could see the title of an article that read Jason Newsted. The future of Metallica. A picture of Jason wearing a very tight pair of jeans and a skull shirt stared back at Cliff. Jason had his bass resting on his shoulders, behind his neck. A look of extreme seriousness and intensity was on his face. “Well,” Cliff sauntered as he lit up a morning cigarette, his smoking habit had way increased since Cecily had left for England. “Next month they’re doing an article called Cliff Burton, the future of heavy metal,” he said. “I’ll have to keep an eye out for it then,” said Jason. “When I see it, I’ll be sure to clip it out for you.” “Speaking of clipping it out,” said Aunt Josephine. “Why don’t you clip your article out of there and give it to Brunhilda to hang up on the refrigerator?” “Thanks Aunt Jo,” Jason replied as he hunted around for a pair of scissors. “Aunt Jo?” Cliff repeated, a look of disapproval coming to his face. Did every fucking member of Metallica have to highjack his aunt? “Clifford dear,” said Brunhilda. “How would you like your eggs?” “Poached,” answered Cliff. “And make my toast wheat, with no crusts.” Brunhilda sighed. Why couldn’t he just take them scrambled like Jason did? Cliff always had to be the difficult one. Some of Cecily’s picky eating habits had rubbed off on him. “Aunt Jo,” went on Jason. “That girl that I met last week at the gym is going to come over this afternoon. May we take the horses for a ride?” “Of course dear,” Aunt Josephine replied. “Maybe Cliff has a lady that he’d like to take out riding as well.” “Humph,” Cliff snorted as he exhaled some smoke. “The only lady that I have in my life right now is half a world away in London.” “You miss Cecily don’t you?” said Aunt Josephine. “Yeah,” Cliff admitted. “You know, I’m kind of worried. I forgot to remind her to take her fainting medication while over there. What if she forgets?” “I’m sure that Emily will remind her,” replied Josephine. “What if she doesn’t?” shot Cliff. “Lars was right when he said that you fuss over Cecily like a mother hen,” Jason laughed. “Shut the fuck up New Kid!” Cliff snarled. “Go fuck yourself!” “Clifford Lee Burton!” scolded his aunt. “You have quite the mouth on you! What would your mother say?” “She’d tell Jason to go suck on his nut sack,” Cliff hissed. “No she wouldn’t! I had tea with her the other day,” Jason mused. “She was nice.” Cliff glared at him. Not only had Jason taken his place in Metallica, but he had also taken his bedroom, his aunt, and now his mother. Aunt Josephine could tell that her favorite nephew looked as if his feathers were a bit ruffled. “If you’re missing Cecily why don’t you just give her a call?” she said. “You’re welcome to call her whenever you like.” “Really?” Cliff asked. “I would like that.” “You can call her right after breakfast,” said his aunt. “And you can talk to her for as long as you wish.” “Thank you Aunt Jo,” said Cliff as he squeezed her hand. “I promise to thank you in the album credits for Gastropod’s next album.” “That’s quite alright,” said Aunt Josephine. “Just have a glass of absinthe tonight with your old aunt just like old times.” “Sounds good to me,” said Cliff. “Can I have some too?” Jason asked. “I’m sorry Jason,” said Aunt Josephine. “But drinking absinthe is a ritual that I share with Cliff and with Cliff only.” “That’s alright,” Jason shrugged. “I’m supposed to go to a party tonight. Unlike Cliff, I have a life.” “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” demanded Cliff. “Hush you two!” Brunhilda scolded. “You two boys are giving me a headache. Now shut up and eat your food.” She placed a plate of two neatly poached eggs and wheat toast with the crusts neatly trimmed off in front of Cliff. Cliff dove into his food at once. In front of Jason, she placed a plate heaped with a mound of fluffy scrambled eggs with cheese and green peppers in them. “There you go Mr. Newsted,” she said. “Scrambled eggs with green peppers.” She reached for a bottle of Tabasco sauce. “And here’s some hot sauce, so you can have them just the way that you like them.” “Thanks Brunhilda,” said Jason as he began to shower his eggs in Tabasco. “You rock!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a one hundred dollar bill and placed it in Brunhilda’s hand. “This is too much Master Newsted!” Brunhilda exclaimed. “I can’t accept this.” “I insist,” said Jason as he shoveled eggs into his mouth. “Buy your self something pretty.” “Thank you,” said Brunhilda as she slipped the money into her pocket. Cliff had been delicately and primly nibbling on the end of his piece of toast. He looked at Brunhilda out of the corner of his eye. He could feel Aunt Josephine’s as well as Jason’s eyes upon him. He had to do something or else he was going to look like the asshole nephew who never did anything. All he had on him was twenty dollars, and he had been planning on using that money to buy some more cigarettes. With a heavy sigh he put down his toast, reached into his pocket, and pulled out the twenty dollar bill. “Here,” he mumbled as he pressed the money into Brunhilda’s hand. He rolled his eyes at Jason and then went back to his toast…. |
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but what a pleasure it was
Awesome, awesome chapters!!!
And it was so sweet of Francesca to bring her food
and Cecily's confession of 'truth' was just awesomely funny
:horns2 ...

And he owes Cecily a big apology, he strikes me as the sort who gets really angry when someone betrays him. Can't wait to read more.
That's bullshit. So much for having my own practice room.
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and yay! for Emily dropping the teacup
, hehehe 
8:42 PM Jul 10