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Daughter of the Year; Ze Sequel to Father of the Year
Topic Started: December 14, 2007, 12:15 am (11,148 Views)
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So Cliff is jealous of Jason? :rolleyes: He is nice to Aunt Josephine, though, he's a good boy :biggrin
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Chapter Sixty-One


Emily, Cecily, and Evan were just finishing up their lunch when the phone rang. Evan answered it.

“It’s for you Dearest,” he said as he handed the phone to Emily. “It’s someone from work.”

Emily made a face. She had told everyone that she worked with that this was her first day with her surrogate daughter. Couldn’t they leave her alone for one fucking day? Apparently not.

“I know that you’re busy right now,” said her boss. “But you don’t get married for another two weeks. I need you to work on an account for me, and it has to be finished by tonight.”

Emily sighed and hung up the phone. “I’m so sorry Cecily,” she sighed. “I thought that I could take today off, but it turns out that I’m going to have quite a bit of work to do this afternoon.”

She started to get out her briefcase. “I feel so bad,” she went on. “I was going to take you sightseeing today.”

“That’s alright,” Cecily replied. “We have plenty of time to go sightseeing. I can just read my book, or work on your wedding flowers.”

“Thanks for understanding,” said Emily as she kissed the top of Cecily’s head. She started to set up shop at the kitchen table, getting out her books and papers.

“I could take her sightseeing,” Evan offered. “I do have to stop by my office briefly, but as long as Cecily doesn’t mind, I don’t see any reason why I couldn’t show her around. I would love to spend a day with Cecily.”

“Thank you Mr. Evan,” said Cecily. “I would like that very much.”

Emily smiled. “That’s a fantastic idea,” she commented. “Not only will Cecily get to see London, but you two can also get to know each other better.”

Cecily gave Evan a shy look. It would be very, very, different spending the day with some dude other than Cliff. Evan seemed like the complete opposite of Cliff. Cecily was pretty damn sure that Evan wouldn’t be playing The Misfits and Judas Priest on the car stereo, or jabbering about some chick with three titties.

Once Cecily and Evan had left, Emily got to work. Queen Victoria sat at her feet delicately licking her paws. Emily had been working for only about ten minutes when the phone rang again.

“Now what?” she sighed as she got up to answer it. “Hello?” she said.

“Emily?” said Cliff’s voice, far and distant at the other end.

“Hello Cliff,” Emily replied. “Yes, Cecily is still alive.”

“Very funny,” Cliff shot. “Can I speak to her?”

“She’s not here right now. You actually just missed her,” returned Emily.

“Where the fuck is she?” Cliff demanded. Emily could hear him light up a cigarette at the other end of the line. She thought that he had kicked that nasty habit.

“She went sightseeing with Evan,” she replied.

Cliff nearly choked on his cigarette. Cecily was strutting around London with some dude that he didn’t know from jack shit? Cliff knew that he wanted Evan to treat Cecily with kindness, but he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, and maybe a little worried. What if Cecily decided that she’d rather have Evan as a father? Shouldn’t Cecily be sightseeing with Emily?

“I thought that you were supposed to be spending all this extra time with her?” Cliff shot bitterly. “You just had to have her there two weeks before the wedding.”

“I got bogged down with work,” answered Emily. “Something came up today. I’m trying the very best that I can to balance everything. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about some of the parenting techniques that you’ve been using with Cecily lately. I don’t agree with them.”

“Oh yeah?” Cliff retorted as he puffed on his cigarette. “Well she’s not your daughter. You have nothing to say.”

“Cliff!” Emily exclaimed. “You locked her up in her bedroom and starved her. That’s inhumane!”

“It grows balls,” said Cliff.

“She didn’t even do anything wrong,” Emily went on.

“True,” Cliff agreed. “But at the time I thought that she had purposely lost a very expensive engagement ring. I have since apologized to her.”

“Well I don’t like the way that you treated her,” said Emily. “And you’re being too overprotective with Jackson.”

“Emily, don’t fucking tell me how to raise my daughter!” Cliff snapped. “I called to speak with Cecily, not listen to you preach to me.”

“Shut the fuck up Cliff!” Emily spat. “You’re forgetting that I was a twelve-year-old girl once upon a time. I know how she’s feeling. Yes, you do need to keep an eye on her, but you don’t want to shelter her either. Cecily is becoming an adult. She has raging hormones. She wants to have a boyfriend. Now you can either allow her to date and to see Jackson so that you know what she’s doing, or you can ban her from seeing him, so that she has to sneak around behind your back to see him. Which would you rather have her do?

Cliff was silent.

“Either way,” Emily continued. “Cecily is going to continue to see him. Wouldn’t you rather condone it so that you at least know about it? You need to be careful Cliff. You already pushed her away enough this summer.”

“I’ve done no such thing!” Cliff gasped. “I’ll admit that we had a rocky summer. Clarisse and Cecily just didn’t jive well, but I dumped Clarisse. Things will be better now between me and Cecily. I’m done with women, and am going to focus my attention entirely on raising her.”

“Whatever you did you drove her to write to Claudia,” said Emily.

“Cecily would never write to that bitch whore!” Cliff replied.

“She replied to that letter that she sent,” Emily went on. “She regrets it now, but at the time she felt that you didn’t love her. She felt alone, so alone that she had no one else to turn to expect the whore who abandoned her years ago. What on earth did you do to the girl?”

“Me?” Cliff shouted. “Why don’t you take a look at yourself Emily? If you hadn’t moved halfway around the world, Cecily never would have written to Claudia!” he yelled.

“She wrote to her because you fucking locked her up in her room and told her that you’d rather have your own biological daughter,” said Emily. “I can’t have my own biological children, so Cecily means the world to me! I’d never say that to her.”

“Why can’t you have your own children?” Cliff asked. “Your cooter broken? Too many nights of rough sex? Is Evan Fitz-fart-head down with this?”

“Fuck you Cliff Burton!” Emily snarled into the phone. “Evan Fitzgerald is ten times the man that you are!”

“Fuck you Emily!” Cliff yelled back. “You never really loved Cecily! You fucking walked out on her! Hell! You fucking walked out on us!

“I did not!” Emily answered hotly. “I walked out on you, and I don’t at all regret it in the least!”

With that, she slammed down the phone. It was a good thing that Evan and Cecily weren’t around to see how angry she was. Her face was completely red, and if she had had a gun she would have shot it at something. She threw her head down on the table, and buried her face in her arms.

“Oh Queen Victoria,” she sighed. “I can’t believe that I thought that I still had feelings for that asshole!”

Meanwhile on the other side of the pond, Cliff threw down the telephone receiver. “Fucking bitch!” he yelled. “She fucking hung up on me! The little British cunt!”

“Gee I wonder why,” remarked Jason from where he sat in the corner. He had heard most of their telephone conversation, at least from Cliff’s end.

“She thinks that I’m a bad father!” Cliff shouted as he pulled a joint out of his pocket and lit it.

“Well you are smoking weed before noon Cliff,” replied Jason matter-of-factly.

“She can go fuck herself!” Cliff snarled. “Cess is a good kid. She gets good marks in school, she enjoys reading and her painting, and it’s all because of me and how I raised her.”

“That’s funny,” remarked Jason “I thought that Emily had a hand in raising Cecily for the past six years too.”

“Fuck you!” Cliff shouted, flipping Jason off. He stalked out of the room.

“My, my,” observed Aunt Josephine as she floated into the room. “He’s very touchy over this breaking up with Clarisse thing isn’t he?”

Jason shook his head. “I don’t think that it’s Clarisse who’s eating away at him. I think it’s the British chick.”

Cliff was just absolutely livid. Just who in the bloody fuck did Emily think she was telling him how to handle and raise Cecily? He hadn’t been inhumane with her! What bullshit! Cliff might have been kind of a hippie, but he didn’t believe in this warm fuzzy, feel goody, trend of child rearing that was now popular. Cliff was a member of the old school way. If the brat acted up you sent them out into the backyard to pick out their own switch from the weeping willow tree and then you beat the shit out of them with it. Though he had to admit that he had never beaten Cecily. He smacked her once when she had gotten too fresh with him, but he had never laid a hand on her since. He went back up to his bedroom and sat down on the edge of his bed. He reached for a package of cigarettes, but he knew that it was in vain. The pack was empty.

“Fuck you!” he screeched at the empty pack of cigarettes as if it were the cigarettes fault that the pack was empty. He hurled the pack across the room. As he did so, he caught sight of the picture of him, Emily, and Cecily at the outdoor heavy metal fest years ago. He picked up the picture. He couldn’t believe that last night he had went to sleep longing to go back to those days, and back to Emily.

“Fuck you Emily!” he shouted and then he hurled the picture across the room as well where it hit the wall, smashing the glass frame, and shattering it into millions of pieces…

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well damn. a lot happened since I went away. I'm glad I caught up again. So much has happened, and I'm so fucking happy Cliff is single again, and Evan seems to like Cecily even though he was written as apprehensive when he first heard about her. I love how they all make fun of Kirk, and Clarisse deserves having Fran rip out more and more of her hair! Muahaha!! I'm glad James fessed up to Cliff...he was pretty rotten to Cecily. Emily is nice to see, and the tiny little Yorkie sounds adorable. Keep up the awesome work, can't wait for more.
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Wow, that was a very dramatic chapter :o The truth comes out, Cliff still loves Emily and she still loves him :heart: That boss of hers is an asshole, but Evan seems nice (keeps fingers crossed) Ah, Jason, the voice of reason :wink
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Rae- Thank you so much for catching up on this. You rock and made my day. :dance

Vanessa- Jason is the voice of reason. :wink And yeah, Emily's boss is an asshole I guess. Though my boss made me work the night before my wedding, so I guess he's an asshole too. :lol: :lol:


I hope this chapter doesn't suck. I was weary of doing an entire chapter with just Evan and Cecily because they're off characters. But oh well bleh. It's done! :dance


Chapter Sixty-Two


Cecily was quiet as she sat in the passenger seat of Evan’s Audi taking in all of the sights and scenes of London. Part of her quietness was due to the fact that Cliff had told her not to speak until she had been spoken to, but for the most part it was mostly because she felt so shy around Evan. Even if she could speak first, she had no idea what to say to him, and apparently Evan wasn’t quite sure what to say to Cecily. He kept his eyes on the road. Every few minutes he would briefly glance over at the girl. He wanted Cecily to like him. If she liked him, then she’d be more inclined to want to spend more time in England, which would make Emily happy.

“Emily tells me that you enjoy painting,” Evan said finally.

“I do,” nodded Cecily quietly.

“Painting what?” Evan asked.

“Oh just whatever,” Cecily replied. “Just random shit. Whatever comes to mind.”

Cecily blushed at once upon realizing that she had said “shit” in front of Evan. Saying the word “shit” was nothing when it was just her and Cliff, but Evan was certainly not Cliff.

“I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“It’s quite alright,” replied Evan. “My Emily has got quite the foul mouth on her as well. Like mother like daughter.”

Cecily smiled. Evan was right about that. Over the six years that she had spent with Cliff, Emily’s vocabulary had certainly gone down the tubes.

“Just don’t cuss at my office,” said Evan as he parked the car at his office building.

Cecily got to meet everyone at Evan’s law firm, where he introduced her as Emily’s daughter. Everyone seemed very nice, but going to the office with Evan was completely different than going to the office with Cliff. For one thing, going to the office with Cliff meant going to a recording studio, not a high rise office building. Cliff wasn’t into new fangled, country-club, recording studios that had full kitchens, indoor gymnasiums, and saunas. He liked the old school recording studios: the ones that were usually in the basement of some godforsaken, burned out, building downtown with nothing but a busted swivel chair, and a beat up, dilapidated, couch to sit on. The last one that Cliff had made Gastropod record at you could smell the aroma of stale pot all the way down the block from it. However, Cliff had this hippie notion that a recording studio with all of the bells and whistles only distracted the musician from profound levels of inspiration. At least that’s what he always said in his interviews.

As Evan went into his office to make a couple of quick phone calls, he left Cecily sitting out in the lobby on the sofa. One of Evan’s law partners old Mr. Beasley walked by, but he stopped when he saw Cecily. He frowned at the girl. He had one of those faces that even if there wasn’t anything in the room that smelled bad his expression always looked as if there was.

“Who are you?” he barked at the girl. “And what are you doing here?”

“I’m Emily’s daughter,” answered Cecily shyly.

“Who’s Emily?” Mr. Beasley snarled.

“Mr. Fitzgerald’s fiancée,” said Cecily.

“His fiancée looks much too young to have a daughter your age,” returned Mr. Beasley frowning.

“Well I’m not really her daughter,” stammered Cecily, not really wanting to go into detail about the fucked up relationship she had with her Mom, Dad, and Claudia.

“You either are or you aren’t!” snapped Mr. Beasley.

“She’s like a mother to me,” Cecily rephrased it.

“Like a mother is not the same as actuallybeing your mother,” said Mr. Beasley. “You’re not her daughter then.” He frowned at Cecily. “Don’t say that you’re something you’re not.”

“Yes sir,” answered Cecily.

“And sit up straight! Your posture is horrible!” the old man barked.

“Yes sir,” Cecily said again, sitting up straighter. Cliff never ratted on Cecily regarding her posture. Actually, no one ever did expect Torben Ulrich yelled at her for slouching at the table at an awards banquet once.

“If you don’t really belong to Evan’s fiancée just who do you really belong to anyway?” Mr. Beasley asked.

Didn’t this old fart have anything better to do than fucking grill a twelve-year-old little girl? Cecily sighed. She had no choice. She had to answer the old goat.

“My Dad,” she replied. “He lives in California.”

“And how do you know Evan’s fiancée?” demanded Mr. Beasley as if Cecily were one of the witnesses that he often cross examined in court.

“She lived with me and my Father for like six years,” answered Cecily.

“It’s your Father and I,” Mr. Beasley corrected. “My God!” he exclaimed. “She lived with your Father for six years and he never married her? Some people have no sense of morals or values.”

Cecily immediately realized that she had fucked up, and she never meant to. She should have lied and told the old coot that her father and Emily had been married. Now she just made Emily look bad in front of Evan’s law partner. Not only was he Evan’s partner, but he was also one of the top attorneys in London.

“Well they were engaged,” said Cecily. “But my Dad kept calling off the weddings. That’s why she eventually moved over here.”

“Humph!” Mr. Beasley snorted. “I’m sure that once Evan’s married the last thing that he’ll want is some other man’s daughter around all of the time. All you are is living proof that his new wife was involved with another man for many years.” And with that kind note, Mr. Beasley trudged away.

Cecily bit her bottom lip as she thought about what Mr. Beasley had said. The old fucker was right. It must be awkward for Evan having her around. She wasn’t Emily’s daughter, not even by law. Fuck. If it wasn’t for her Cliff and Emily would have never even met in the first place, unless Cliff had decided to go buy a purple dress with a swishy skirt for Kirk or Lars instead.

Evan came up behind her. “Ready to go kiddo?’ he asked in a friendly tone.

Cecily nodded. Evan could tell that the kid seemed a little upset. “Are you alright Cecily?” he asked.

“I think so,” she replied as she followed him out of the stuffy old law office. Cecily would much rather spend a day with Gastropod even if they did shoot heroin and whack off on vintage porno mags while in her presence, then spend a day with Mr. Beasley and his old, shriveled, jiggly, balls.

“Something is wrong,” said Evan as he led her outside onto the busy street. “I can tell. Your face looks it.”

“It’s nothing,” answered Cecily, not sure how she could even bring this up to Evan.

“Well if you don’t feel comfortable talking to me about it, I won’t force you,” replied Evan. “How about I buy you a cup of coffee? Would you like that?”

Cecily nodded. She followed Evan into a small coffee shop. He seemed very nice to her, way the fuck nicer than Clarisse ever was to her. Maybe she could talk to him.

“Mr. Evan?’ she piped up as they waited in line.

“Hmmm,” Evan replied.

“You don’t hate me do you?” Cecily asked, feeling stupid and shy.

Evan looked at her. “Of course not,” he replied. “Where on earth would you get that idea? Cliff didn’t tell you that. Did he?”

“Oh no,” said Cecily. “It’s just that Mr. Beasley said some stuff and-”

“Mr. Beasley is a git,” Evan said cutting Cecily off. “He’s a dry, boring, and miserable old soul. No one likes him. He hasn’t a friend in the world.”

“Then why do you work with him?” asked Cecily.

“Because he’s a great attorney,” answered Evan. “If you’re ever in hot water with the law Cecily, he’s the man that you’d want standing up for you in the court of law.”

He ordered their coffees. Once they got them, he led Cecily over to a small table in the corner.

“What did Mr. Beasley say to you exactly?” he asked.

Cecily looked down at her coffee. “He said that you probably wouldn’t like me because I’d only remind you of my Dad,” she replied wearily. “I don’t want to make problems between you and my Mom.”

“You don’t make problems Cecily,” said Evan. “You make Emily so happy, and for that I admire you.”

“Really?” said Cecily.

Evan nodded. “I hope that we too can be good friends. No one can replace your Dad,” he went on. “And I’m not out to try and replace Cliff, but I do hope that someday maybe you’ll think of me as like a stepfather, or a second Dad. If you need some advice or a second opinion on something I’m always here for you.”

Cecily smiled. “Thank you,” she replied, feeling much better.

After they finished their coffee, Evan took Cecily down some of the streets to look at the shops. As they peered into some of the windows one thing in particular caught Cecily’s eye. She stopped.

“No shit,” she sighed under her breath.

“See something that you like?” asked Evan. Though he wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by saying “no shit.”

Cecily suddenly felt very shy again, and stayed quiet. Evan furrowed his brow at the window. They were standing in front of a pawn shop. What on earth could the child see that she wanted at an old pawn shop? There was a hand painted clock that looked as if it hadn’t worked in years.

“Is it the clock?” he asked.

Cecily shook her head. “It’s that,” she said as she pointed to an old, beat up, violin that was sitting propped up against its case. “I’ve always wanted to play the violin.”

“Violin?” Evan repeated. “Why violin?”

“Because it’s ethereally romantic,” replied Cecily. “If I played the violin, I’d have men dropping at my feet. I’d get laid for sure.”

“Cecily Burton!” Evan exclaimed. “A little girl like you shouldn’t be thinking about getting laid,” he chuckled. He made his way towards the door of the shop.

“Mr. Evan,” said Cecily. “Where are you going?”

“Don’t you want to get a better look at the violin?” Evan asked. “If you like it, I’ll buy it for you. It’s not the much, and the guy in here will probably bargain with me anyway.”

“Oh I could never accept such an extraordinary gift from you,” gasped Cecily. “And my Dad won’t let me take violin lessons.”

Evan was surprised. “But isn’t he a musician himself?” he said. “You’d think he’d be really into the idea of you studying violin.”

“Daddy says that I have to take two years of piano,” reported Cecily. “But I hate it! I hate it more than anything! I begged him to let me take violin instead, but he said that it was a pussy instrument.”

“I suppose he wants you to play bass guitar someday,” Evan remarked.

“After I’m proficient enough at piano,” said Cecily. “Which I’ll never, be because I hate it so! A violin is much different. You hold it in your hands, right under your chin. It’s much easier to pour your soul into an instrument that you’re actually holding, than one that sits far away from you. And violin is small and easy to carry. You can’t very well stick a piano in your suitcase and tote it all over hell’s half acre with you.”

Evan watched in great amusement as Cecily ranted on about the piano. The girl certainly was a character. He’d give her that. He was also surprised over how much she was opening up to him all of a sudden. Cecily hadn’t said much during their entire outing. He was happy to have her finally chattering away at him, but he couldn’t help but wonder

Who gave this child weed?

“Anyways,” Cecily went on. “I know my Dad would really like me to learn bass guitar someday, and I hate to tell him this, but I’m not going to be the next Geezer Butler. My hands are much too small. My hands are three times smaller than my Dad’s. I can’t sing either. I wish that I could because it seems like every lady who’s devastatingly beautiful knows how to sing well, but I can’t. I really can’t. I’ve tried, but I sing like a frog. I guess that means that I’ll never be divinely beautiful. Isn’t that very tragic? But if I played the violin maybe it would make up for not being beautiful.”

“I’ll tell you what Cecily,” said Evan as he turned and faced her. “I’ll get you the violin. But not because I think that you need it in order to look beautiful and get laid. You look plenty fine how you are. I want to get it for you because violin is a plenty respectable instrument for one to study. I think it would be good for you, even if your Dad says it’s a whatever he called it.”

“A pussy instrument,” Cecily finished for him. Evan nodded.

“If you start now, by the time that you get to high school you could play with the school’s orchestra,” said Evan. “That is if you like it of course. I’ll pay for your lessons back home in California. That way your father certainly can’t object.”

“You don’t have to do this for me Mr. Evan,” said Cecily, feeling slightly awkward having someone whom she had just met for the first time yesterday buying her such a gift and music lessons to go along with it. It seemed like an awfully lot to ask of someone. What would her Father say?

“I insist,” Evan returned.

“Mr. Lars says that I don’t have a musical bone in my entire body,” said Cecily. “What if I really suck at it?”

“Well, then at least you’ll always have the violin to remember your crazy British stepfather by,” Evan replied as he turned and pushed open the door to the pawn shop.

“Thank you Mr. Evan,” Cecily said sincerely as she followed him inside. “Taking violin lessons will be much more exciting than taking piano. I mean, anyone with a hole in their ass can play the piano. Don’t you agree Mr. Evan?”

Evan looked at the girl and raised his eyebrows. “No,” he replied, but he was smiling. “I don’t agree. I have a hole in my ass and I certainly can’t play the piano…”
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Mr. Beasley is a miserable old bastard :angry Evan is so sweet to her, though. And he bought her a violin, how sweet :) I agree, playing the piano sucks. I had piano lessons as a kid, and I was awful, and it was so boring. That's probably why I don't play an instrument. :P
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“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.” :lol: :lol:

Oooh what a chapters :nanner:
That was so awful and dramatic when Cliff and Emily argued.... Cliff was rude and cruel towards her :angry :angry But, on the other hand, that proves they still have very strong feelings towards each other :wink
Mr. Beasley was a stinky bastard :ugh: Horrid type, really.... Poor Cess. But Evan made her feel better and I must say that guy seems to be really sweet :) And they get along together more and more. I totally loved the last chapter, Cecily saying 'no shit' and then:
“I’ve always wanted to play the violin.”

“Violin?” Evan repeated. “Why violin?”

“Because it’s ethereally romantic,” replied Cecily. “If I played the violin, I’d have men dropping at my feet. I’d get laid for sure.” :lol: :lol: :lol: Cecily rules!!

A W E S O M E!!! :heart: :horns2


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:lol: The last chapter was amazing!!!!! I laughed my ass off when Evan said he has a hole in his ass and can't play the piano :tu: :lol: that was brilliant!!!!!!

I can't believe the story is in it's mid 60s! :blink: :lol: this one is going to be extremely long...won't it? :o I bet it will be :D

Can't wait to see what divine craziness you came up with when Emily's getting married :nanner:

YOU ROCK!!!!! :horns:
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Simone- There's lots more insanity in store for you. :dance yeah, this is turning out to be very long. In MS word it's 399 pages, but Father of the Year was over 700 :blush:

Maggie- I'm soooo happy that you liked crazy Cecily and wanting to get laid. Your comment made me very happy indeed. :D

Vanessa- yeah, piano sucks. I'm sucky at piano too.




Chapter Sixty-Three

Cliff was merrily practicing his bass, with Geezer lying at his feet in Aunt Josephine’s bright and cheery sunroom. The room had a huge bank of windows, and a soaring twenty foot ceiling. It felt good to be practicing bass again. Cliff had to admit that with Clarisse around he didn’t accomplish nearly as much. She was always pissing and moaning for him to do something for her. But now that she was long gone, Cliff could practice as much as he wanted to, which was a lot, considering the fact that he would be going back to school soon.

He was so involved with his work, that he didn’t even notice Jason come up behind him and tap him on the shoulder.

“Cliff,” Jason said.

No reply.

“Cliff!” Jason tried again.

Nothing.

Jason yanked on Cliff’s hair. Cliff yelped in pain as he dropped his bass, and whirled around to face Jason. “What the fuck is the matter with you?” Cliff snarled.

“It’s my turn to practice,” Jason whined. “You’ve been at it all day.”

“In case you haven’t noticed,” said Cliff. “We’re in a fucking mansion. They’re umpteen other rooms for you to go practice in. Fuck. Aunt Jo even has a music room with a grand piano and shit. Why don’t you go practice in there?”

“Because I much prefer this room,” answered Jason as he unplugged Cliff’s amp, and plugged in his own. “The acoustics are much better, and I do enjoy practicing in the sunlight.”

“I was here first!” Cliff roared. “And how dare you unplug my amp!” He got up at once, and unplugged Jason’s amp, and then plugged his own back in.

“Oh yeah?” Jason snorted. “Well I was here staying at your Aunt’s house before you came, and this is where I’ve been practicing!” He unplugged Cliff’s amp.

“She’s my Aunt!” Cliff yelled, plugging his amp back in.

“She’s mine too!” Jason retorted. “She even said so.”

“She was my Aunt first!” Cliff argued. “I’m her absinthe drinking buddy.”

“That you are,” shot Jason. “Since I don’t get to have any absinthe, I should be allowed to practice here. Now go somewhere! I have a very important tour to prepare myself for. All you have is some stupid school lesson!”

“Hey!” Cliff yelled. “Just what the fuck do you mean by that? I happen to value getting a decent education!”

“I happen to value going on a big tour and making lots of money,” Jason replied with a shrug. He unplugged Cliff’s amp, plugged in his own, and began to noodle around obnoxiously, thrashing his head about with every power chord. His long, curly, mane glistened in the sunlight. “Don’t you have some little tea party with your daughter go to?” Jason shot as he played.

Cliff had had quite enough of this little shit weasel barging into his life and taking over. He ran out of the room, down the hallway, to Aunt Josephine’s office. She was never in there because in all honesty, what the fuck did a seventy-year-old lady who didn’t work need an office for? Cliff rummaged around in her desk for a pair of scissors, and then went sprinting back to the sunroom. He marched right over to Jason’s amp and cut the cord that went from the amplifier to his bass in two.

A streak of golden sparks went flying through the room, as Jason’s amplifier exploded into a cloud of smoke.

“YOU FUCKING PRICK ASSHOLE!!!!!!!” Jason Newsted shrieked at the top of his lungs. It was so loud that even Lars who was vacationing down in Saint Lucia could hear it. Cliff was laughing uncontrollably.

“It’s not funny asshole!” Jason yelled again.

“Yeah it is,” Cliff laughed.

“That was a three thousand dollar amplifier!” squealed Jason. “A three thousand dollar amplifier ruined!”

“Since you value making so much money,” said Cliff. “You can go out and buy another one.”

“What on God’s green earth is going on in here?” demanded Aunt Josephine as she, Brunhilda, and Barnabas, barged into the room. “Can’t a lady have some peace in her old age?”

“Not with J. New Kid around,” replied Cliff.

“Fuck you!” Jason snarled, as he flipped him off. “I don’t need to take any of your bullshit.”

“Yeah you do,” Cliff replied. “You’re living with my Aunt!”

“Clifford!” Aunt Josephine cut in. “Shut up! Why in the hell did you cut Jason’s amp cable?”

“Because he’s a chode,” answered Cliff.

“That’s not a good enough answer,” Aunt Josephine snarled. “Clifford Lee Burton I’m ashamed at you!” she screeched. “Jason is a guest in this house.”

“And I’m not?” Cliff shouted.

“Don’t argue with me Clifford!” Aunt Josephine commanded to him. “We Burtons always try to be generous and hospitable to our guests. What you did was a vicious act of hate, and Jason did not deserve it! No absinthe for you tonight!”

“Aunt Josephine!” Cliff shrieked. “What the fuck is it with you and Jason? What? Is he your young little boy toy? Are you getting some cock from him or something?”

“Hold your tongue!” Aunt Josephine yelled. “Or else you can go home and sit by yourself! Now go to your room! You will sit there until I further instruct you.” She turned to Brunhilda. “You are not to serve him dinner, or any food for that matter. No snacks, no booze, no cigarettes, no weed!”

“You can’t fucking stave me!” Cliff squawked.

“I can too,” Aunt Josephine said haughtily. “It’s my house. Now go to your room, and take your smelly dog with you!”

“Come on Geezer!” Cliff shot as he gave his Aunt and Jason a hateful look and then made his way to the stairs and up to the Rose Room. Now he knew how Cecily felt being banished to her room with no food. Maybe Emily had been right. Maybe he had been a little inhumane to Cecily. Cliff could understand it now, especially since the tables had been turned and he was now the one being banished and starved. Thinking about Cecily, made him miss his little girl even more. It had to be getting near dinner time over there in England. She just had to be back from her little sightseeing expedition with Evan by now. Perhaps she’d be around to talk to. Cliff flopped down on the bed next to Geezer and pulled the phone that was on the night table over towards him on the bed.

“Hey Geeze,” he said. “Want to call Cecily?”

Geezer just looked at his crazy master and cocked his head.

Cliff flipped him off as he dialed Emily’s number in England. Running up Aunt Josephine’s phone bill felt good. Now he understood why Cecily did it.

Cecily was indeed back from her day of sightseeing with Evan. They were actually getting ready to go have dinner and spend the night at Fitzgerald Manor with Evan’s parents. She and Emily had just finished getting ready, and Cecily was showing her the new violin.

“Do you think that I’ll ever be able to learn to play this thing?” Cecily asked.

“Of course,” replied Emily. “You might hate playing piano, but you do sound good at it.”

“That’s because that Russian dude keeps kicking my ass,” said Cecily.

“I know,” Emily sighed. “I don’t know why your Dad insists on making you learn an instrument that you hate. Probably because he’s a pissy bastard.”

Cecily looked at her. She noticed the ice in Emily’s voice as she mentioned her Father. She hadn’t noticed it when they had been talking about him earlier that morning.

“My Dad isn’t that bad,” said Cecily.

Emily sighed. “I’m sorry Cecily,” she answered. “It was wrong of me to bad mouth your father in front of you like that. He called looking for you today while you were out with Evan, and we had an argument. I’m just feeling pissy with him right now.”

“My Daddy called?” Cecily repeated. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” shrugged Emily. “To make me miserable.”

“What’d you argue about?” Cecily asked.

“It was nothing important, and it’s done now,” Emily returned. “I really don’t want to talk about your Dad right now Cess.”

Just then, Evan poked his head in the room. “Cecily,” he said. “Your Father is on the phone for you right now.”

Cecily dashed out of the room to get the phone.

“That’s the second time that he’s called for her today,” Emily bitched to Evan. “He gets to see her all of the time. Why can’t he just let me have her for two weeks without bugging me?”

Cecily picked up the phone. “Daddy?” she said.

“Hey Cecily!” Cliff said on the other end. “Fuck. I miss you so much baby girl.”

“I miss you too,” replied Cecily.

“So,” Cliff went on. “What’s up?”

“We’re going to have dinner and spend the night at Fitzgerald Manor with Mr. Evan’s parents,” answered Cecily. “I’ll get to see the ten servants that they have, and I guess the mirror that they have hanging in their parlor actually hung in Versailles once.”

“Big fucking deal,” Cliff commented. “It sounds boring as fuck actually.”

“I’ve been having a really nice time Daddy,” said Cecily. “Miss Emily looks so beautiful in her wedding dress, and I had a real fun time with Mr. Evan today.”

That was not what Cliff wanted to hear. “Oh yeah?” he said coldly.

“Guess what he got for me?” Cecily went on.

“A snot rag from Versailles,” Cliff shot sarcastically.

“No Daddy,” Cecily giggled. “A violin. He bought me a real violin from a pawn shop with a case and bow and everything. He said that he’s going to pay for me to take lessons once I get back to California. Isn’t that sweet of him?”

Cliff was speechless. He didn’t know what to say. Evan Fitzgerald had some nerve going out and buying a musical instrument and lessons for someone else’s kid.

“Daddy?” Cecily said again. “Isn’t that wonderful?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Cess,” Cliff answered. “I mean, you suck ass at the piano. You ain’t going to be much better at the violin. It’s a waste of money.”

“You don’t know that!” Cecily screeched. “I might turn out to be a good violinist. Your Mom even said that when you started bass you sucked at it.”

“My mother doesn’t know her ass from a hole in the ground,” Cliff spat. “And neither does Aunt Josephine! And neither do you Cecily!”

“You’re jealous!” Cecily replied hotly. “You’re jealous that I’m enjoying my time with Miss Emily and her fiancé.”

“Fuck you Cecily!” Cliff snarled. “I ain’t jealous of no one!”

“Yes you are!” Cecily retorted. “You’re jealous of Mr. Evan!”

And with that, she hung up the phone.

“Fuck you!” Cliff yelled, though she was already gone. He turned to Geezer. “Wouldn’t you know?” he said. “The little fucker hung up on me!” But he couldn’t help but wonder that just maybe, the little fucker had been right…



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Uhoh. This could be trouble. Cliff needs to pull his head well out of his ass...Jason wasn't being nice, and Cliff wasn't exactly returning the favor. They need to get along, I'm glad Aunt Jo is starving Cliff a little. Glad he knows how Cess feels. And it's okay that this is so long, it's good. I like it a lot :3
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Wonderful. Fabulous. Amazing.

Since Friday there has been so much in the way of updating and what have you (for which I am excessively thankful!).

Firstly: Hallelujah! Clarisse is history. Crusty ol' whore anyhoo. I'm glad to know that she's gone. And that Cliff has in some part realised what a knob-jockey he was to Emily. Heh. A good realisation for him to come to.

Secondly: Well done James for getting the cojones to tell him. Not always easy but woot. And what manlier way than over steak and beer?

I loved the fact that Cess ran into some crazy well-travelled hungarian dude. It's little details like that that make this story just rock so damned hard!

Sounds like Cess is having a wonderful time so far in London. I did want to dislike Evan somewhat because he's with Emily and Cliff isn't - but I can't help it, I really do like the guy. He's a genuinely nice dude (although I'm not entirely certain I believe that he is more handsome than Kirk ;) ). Nice going on the violin front as well. Mr Beasley - yep I think that GIT is entirely the right word for him. Possibly even worse. Jumped up old twat. Heh. And the everlasting question - who gave that child weed? Fabulous!

And Jason at Aunt Josephines. He's a bit of a whingey twat in this if you ask me. Certainly Cliff hasn't exactly been nice, but Jason too has been obnoxious. And whoohoo. More Aunt Josephine! I've missed the old bird.

These chapters have been hugely full of drama - but you've written it so well. The pace also has been fantastic, nothing has dragged it's been full tilt. Fantastic writing - now that I've caught up after a weekend away, I can't wait for more!
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Oh man, Cliff that was cruel. Poor amp :( Now he knows how Cecily must have felt, Aunt Josephine rocks :horns2
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Uuh, Jason was mean <_<. But vision of him yanking Cliff's hair and then Cliff laughing uncontrollably after destroying Jason's amp was funny as hell :lol: :lol:
And poor Cliff... It does indeed sounds like Aunt Josephine is having a little thing for Jason :wink :P And now when he's starving he'll be able to understand a consequences of some of his upbringing methods :P
And he shouldn't be so cruel towards Cecily only because he's jealous of Evan...
Awesome chapter, I can't wait for more :heart:
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Maggie- I'm glad that you too found the yanking hair and amp thing funny. It made laugh even if everyone was being mean. :lol:

Vanessa- Aunt Josephine does rock. I wish I had an Aunt Josephine.
:)

Shayi- You are too kind really. :blush: I'm glad that you liked my random Hungarian dude. He made me happy.

Rae- I'm very glad that you like this and that you don't mind the length. I never could tell a short story.






Chapter Sixty-Four


As the car pulled up to Fitzgerald Manor, Cecily’s mouth dropped open. Fitzgerald Manor didn’t seem like the appropriate name for it. It seemed more like Fitzgerald Castle.
It was a massive, looming, stone structure that looked very much like a cross between a castle and an old cathedral. It had thick, thick, towers, and a gigantic, ornately carved, front door in the shape of an arch.

Cecily was absolutely speechless as she stood outside, gawking at it.

“It’s quite the shack isn’t it?” said Evan as he walked by her.

“I, I,” Cecily stammered.

“Come along Cecily,” said Emily as she took her hand. “Mrs. Fitzgerald is like an old pit bull,” she whispered to the girl. “We need to stick together.”

Cecily swallowed. It was intimidating enough having dinner and staying in a place that looked like a fucking castle, let alone a castle overseen by a cranky old lady who was like a pit bull. Emily wasn’t exaggerating either. Mrs. Fitzgerald was just that: a pit bull. But she was a pit bull with impeccably manicured nails, and designer clothes.

“You must be Cecily,” she said as she looked the girl up and down. “There’s not much to you is there?” She squinted at her. “I don’t see any tattoos on you. You aren’t going to get a tattoo anytime soon are you?” she barked.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” replied Cecily.

“That’s a wonder considering that you’ve been raised by a punk rocker,” snapped Mrs. Fitzgerald.

“My Dad doesn’t play punk music Ma’am,” said Cecily. “He’s a thrash metal bassist.”

“Whatever,” huffed Mrs. Fitzgerald. “It’s all the same. Just unorganized noise.”

“My Father happens to be a very respected and accomplished musician,” shot Cecily, immediately getting on the defense.

“Humph!” Mrs. Fitzgerald snorted. “He wouldn’t know an accomplished musician if he fell over one.”

“My Daddy happens to listen to Bach every single night when he smokes his bedtime join-” Cecily started to say but she was cut off by Emily, who for some dumb reason didn’t seem to want Mrs. Fitzgerald to know that her ex smoked a joint every night before bed like some people drank a mug of warm milk.

“Cecily picked out the flowers for the wedding,” she said. “They’re going to look absolutely beautiful. Aren’t they Cess?”

“Oh yes,” Cecily answered. “I chose peach roses, and snap dragons, and baby’s breath. Tons and tons of baby’s breath.”

“Baby’s breath?” Mrs. Fitzgerald repeated, a look of horror spreading to her face. “It’s a wedding Emily, not a May Day party.”

“I’m well aware of that!” Emily snapped huffily.

It was clear that Cliff wasn’t the only one that Emily had been losing all patience with recently. Cecily could sense the same amount of tension between her Mother and Mrs. Fitzgerald.

They were led out by one of the many servants to the veranda where they were served before dinner cocktails. As Emily was fixing her and Cecily some champagne Mrs. Fitzgerald cleared her throat.

“Emily dear,” she began. “I wanted to let you know that the newspaper will be around to interview you at one o’clock sharp, the day of the wedding.”

Emily spat out her champagne. “What!” she shrieked. “I can’t do any newspaper interview! I’m going to be getting dressed then, and having my hair done.”

“They can interview you while you dress,” answered Mrs. Fitzgerald. “The social pages are doing a huge spread of the wedding. They’re covering everything from the rehearsal dinner, to the last dance at the reception.”

“Are they covering the wedding night too?” shot Emily. “I told you that I wanted to try and keep things fairly private. I’m not comfortable having my wedding splashed all over some newspaper.”

“I don’t think that you understand the magnitude of this event,” said Mrs. Fitzgerald.

“And just whose wedding is this?” demanded Emily fierily. “Is it mine or yours?”

“It’s the wedding of my only son, and my only child period,” shot Mrs. Fitzgerald. “I want it to be documented accordingly. This is a Fitzgerald wedding!”

At the obvious sight of the ladies arguing, Evan came over. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“Your mother is having newspaper people covering our wedding,” Emily explained.

Evan frowned. “Mother,” he said. “I thought that I told you that neither me nor Emily are comfortable with having our wedding all over the newspapers.”

“Oh Evan darling,” replied Mrs. Fitzgerald breezily. “The chit has brainwashed you. This is a huge event for our family and for our place in society. Of course we’d have it in the newspapers.”

“I don’t want it in the papers!” said Evan. “I’m not getting married to have the grand social event of the century. I’m getting married because I want to show my commitment to the woman that I love in front of my family and close friends. You’ve already invited half of London anyway. What do they need to read about it in the paper for?”

“You’ve had too much Scotch Evan,” Mrs. Fitzgerald replied. “You’re being unreasonable.” And with that, she hurried off to go bitch at the wait staff.

“I can’t take much more of this Evan!” Emily squawked. “I’m really not comfortable being photographed and interviewed like some show dog. I can’t believe that she did this!”

“I can,” Evan sighed. “She’s always pulling stuff like this. When I graduated from Oxford, she insisted on having a huge graduation gala right when I was in the midst of studying for my exams.”

He watched as Emily poured herself some more champagne. He would have to keep an eye on her. Emily was already feisty to begin with, but when she got under the influence, her mouth really started to fly off the handle. “You know what would really fix her good?” he said as he took the bottle of champagne away from her.

“Have Metallica play at the reception,” Emily joked.

Evan rolled his eyes. “That would kill her,” he replied. He took both of Emily’s hands. “Let’s elope,” he whispered.

“Elope?” Emily repeated.

“It would just be you and me,” said Evan. “You, me, and Cecily could be our witness. There’d be no photographers, no journalists, no socialites, and no Mother. We could even do it tonight. I’m sure that I could find a justice of the peace to marry us.”

“I don’t know Evan,” Emily said reluctantly. “We have all of those caterers, and photographers, and rooms at the hotel all booked.”

“As long as we still pay them they won’t care,” Evan shrugged. “Emily,” he breathed, squeezing her hand. “I love you, and I want you to be my wife. We don’t need some big, fancy, social, wedding to prove that. All that we need is us.”

Emily turned to Cecily. “What do you think Cess?” she asked. “Should we do it?”

“Running away in the night and eloping is the most romantic thing that I’ve ever heard of,” Cecily gushed.

“Did you give her weed?” Evan asked, slightly amused.

Emily shook her head. “Not that I know of,” she answered. She took a deep sigh. “Alright,” she said. “Let’s go for it. But we’re going to have to be careful. I mean, we’re staying at your parent’s home. What if they catch us?”

“They won’t,” said Evan. “We’ll be very quiet. Now I’m going to go back into London and see if I can find a justice of the peace. When my parents ask where I’ve gone off to, tell them that something came up at work, and I’ll be back really late. They go to bed around eleven, so I’ll come for you around midnight. How does that sound?”

Emily nodded.

“Will you be ready for me?” Evan asked.

Emily nodded again.

Evan smiled as he leaned over and gave Emily a kiss. “Tonight my love,” he said. “You’ll be my wife. You’ll be Mrs. Emily Rose Fitzgerald.”

***

“I wonder if I’ll ever get to elope someday,” Cecily mused as she, Emily, and Queen Victoria, quietly worked on packing up Emily’s wedding dress and veil so that she could at least wear it tonight.

“Knowing that your Father is a pompous, overbearing, guard dog, you’ll probably have to,” replied Emily.

“That’s funny. Jackson called him that too,” said Cecily.

“Well he is one,” Emily retorted as she pulled a pair of stockings away from Queen Victoria’s paws. “Can you imagine your Father if you did ever get engaged?” asked Emily. “He’d blow his load. He wouldn’t even be able to handle it. You’d have to elope Cecily.”

“It does sound divinely romantic,” Cecily breathed. “You’re so lucky Mom.”

“At least you think so,” Emily sighed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, setting Queen Victoria right in her lap. “I don’t find eloping so romantic Cecily. Your Father and I almost eloped once.”

“Really?” Cecily asked, perking up.

Emily nodded. “You were with your grandparents. We were drunk, and your Dad was ridiculously stoned. What else is new? He suggested it, and I said yes, but we were much too drunk to even find the car keys.”

“So you didn’t do it,” said Cecily. She reached out to pet Queen Victoria, who was busy licking her paws.

Emily shook her head. “We passed out on the kitchen floor instead,” she sighed. “It’s a good thing that we didn’t,” she went on. “It would have been a huge mistake.”

“Maybe not,” Cecily said. “Maybe you guys could have been happy together.”

“Until your Dad jumped into the sack with the strippers,” Emily reminded her. “I’m honestly not that thrilled with eloping with Evan. The only reason that we’re doing it is because Mrs. Fitzgerald is driving us to. I didn’t want a huge three ring circus wedding, but I did want a nice ceremony with my family and friends, and a chance for them to see me in the dress that I designed. Most of all, I really wanted my Father to give me away. Now I won’t have that.”

“Oh,” said Cecily as she watched Emily zip up her suitcase. She had never thought of it that way. “I understand,” she said finally.

Cecily had never thought of her self as ever getting married. She always thought that she was too ugly. But if she did ever get married, and didn’t elope, of course she would want Cliff to give her away at a beautiful ceremony. He barely let her come out to England for two weeks. She couldn’t imagine him ever giving her away.

Just then they heard a tap at their window. Emily ran over and quietly lifted the shade, where Evan’s face appeared on the other side. He had obviously fetched a ladder for them to climb down. Emily opened the window.

“You ready?” he asked.

Emily nodded.

“Give me your suitcases,” Evan instructed.

Cecily handed Emily their suitcases. They had two. One for normal clothes and one for Emily’s wedding dress. Emily handed the suitcases to Evan.

“Okay,” Evan whispered. “You girls are next. I’ll help you out onto the ladder. You got Queen Victoria?”

Emily took a deep breath, trying to control the intense flood of nerves that she was feeling throughout her entire body. Her heart was racing rapidly, and her stomach was starting to feel a bit queasy from the excitement and from the champagne from earlier. She reached over to the bed and picked up Queen Victoria, tucking the tiny teacup yorkie safely into her jacket.

She turned to Cecily. “Well Cecily,” she whispered. “This is it…”
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ACK. Good gosh, golly and crumbs! (or Holy Shit). They're eloping - it's rather, immediate, although I can entirely understand why! Mrs Fitzgerald is an unimaginably draconion old coot. Honestly, I don't know why Evan hasn't kidnapped her and had her shipped off to the other side of the world already - it would be understandable in him!

*G* I think that because of the amount of weed that Cliff smokes it is now just constantly in Cess's system - which would explain a few things :)

Cecily swallowed. It was intimidating enough having dinner and staying in a place that looked like a fucking castle, let alone a castle overseen by a cranky old lady who was like a pit bull. Emily wasn’t exaggerating either. Mrs. Fitzgerald was just that: a pit bull. But she was a pit bull with impeccably manicured nails, and designer clothes.

That paragraph was what I would describe as the perfect set up. It just totally gets the scene ready in your mind for what is about to happen, and paints the most amazing (and I would say accurate!) picture of Mrs Fitzgerald. That's what I truly love about your writing - all of your characters, they are flawed, they are crazy, but they are incredibly, incredibly human. It makes for excellent reading :)

Now I can't wait to see what's about to happen with this whole elopement malarky... it can't all go to plan, surely?!

P.S. Have you ever read the 'Jeeves and Wooster' books by P G Wodehouse? If you haven't - give them a go! Your Mrs Fitzgerald reminds me of Aunt Agatha in the books, and I think you'd love the other characters too :)
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