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| Lucifer's Angel | January 25, 2008, 2:30 pm Post #241 |
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Wpw, she's nuts And she's jealous of Cecily. She's starting to sound like another Clarisse At least Cliff was honest about his intentions
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| Battery | January 25, 2008, 5:42 pm Post #242 |
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"At a backstage meet and greet, she had even fished one of Lars’s used condoms out of the garbage pail in their dressing room and kept it inside a little box in the massive Metallica shrine that she had built inside her bedroom." hmmm... I would put it in the glass and make a nice paper-weight On a serious note, Cheyenne is a psycho But a definitely funny psycho And Cliff being honest about their 'lovemaking' was hilarious Mrs. Burton and Aunt Josephine totally rocked in this :horns2 I loved that line: “Ha!” Aunt Josephine laughed. “That man goes through women faster than a pack of dogs on a three legged cat.” I love cats, really, but.... And what a brilliant ending line you put here Awesome!! |
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| Verity | January 25, 2008, 7:56 pm Post #243 |
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Maggie- hmmm... I would put it in the glass and make a nice paper-weight That made me laugh. Vanessa- I promise that I won't do another Clarisse. I was getting sick of her as well. But Cheyenne is a bit disturbed. Chapter Sixty-Nine “I’m going to miss Queen Victoria when I go back to the United States,” said Cecily as she walked along next to Evan. She importantly clutched onto Queen Victoria’s leash, careful to not let it slip between her fingers. “I do love and miss Geezer very much,” Cecily went on. “But Queen Victoria smells much better and she’s so tiny. I could even sneak her into school with me inside my backpack.” “That you could,” replied Evan. “But I highly suggest that you don’t. I don’t think that the school master would like that very much.” “School master?” Cecily repeated. “You mean the principle?” “More or less,” returned Evan. “Is that what they call it at the normal schools? I only went to boarding school, so I don’t know.” “When we thought that Lars was my Dad,” said Cecily. “He was going to send me to a boarding school. I’m so glad that Cliff took me in instead. He’d never send me away.” “You’re a lucky girl Cecily,” said Evan. “I was sent off to boarding school at the age of six.” “Did you like it?” Cecily asked. “Not especially,” Evan replied. “Don’t get me wrong, I made several close friends, and I enjoyed being on the rowing team. The education was excellent. Going to that school opened many doors for me, but it did get rather lonely at times. I only saw my parents a few weeks out of the year, maybe only like four weeks. I was even there during the summers. I missed home a fair amount.” Cecily felt so sorry for Mr. Evan. She couldn’t imagine Cliff sending her away to some boarding school. He had been cranky sending her off to England for two weeks. He’d never send her away for a year. Evan stopped at a street vendor who had a cart that was overflowing with long stemmed roses. “Are you buying one for my Mom?” Cecily asked. “You bet,” nodded Evan as he selected a rose “I’m buying one for Emily, and one for you.” Cecily watched as Evan took out a red rose for Emily, and selected a purple one for her. He was such a sweetheart. As Cecily took her rose she immediately felt guilty for wishing that Cliff and Emily would get back together. Losing Emily would just break Evan’s heart. She couldn’t do that to a person as sweet, handsome, and kind hearted as Evan. But then again, she also thought that her Father was sweet, handsome, and kind hearted as well. What if losing Emily had broken Cliff’s heart? Sometimes she wished that Evan could have been just awful like Clarisse. Then it would have been easy to try and dispose of him. “You know Cecily,” Evan went on after he paid for the flowers. “I was doing some thinking. How would you like to go to Switzerland?” “Switzerland?” Cecily repeated, her eyes sparkling with a young girl’s excitement. Evan smiled and nodded, showing off his dimples. “I’m thinking about taking Emily there over the holidays,” he explained. “My Mum is driving us nuts, and that’s not going to change. But if I took Emily away to Switzerland after Christmas, we wouldn’t have to deal with her as much. I’d love for you to come along. Have you ever been there?” Cecily shook her head. “The only thing that I know about Switzerland is that I like Swiss Miss Cocoa,” she replied. “And the cheese is good.” “Then you must come and spend the holidays with us,” said Evan. “Emily’s wedding present came from Switzerland,” he went on. “I ordered her a music box.” “A music box!” Cecily repeated. “That’s the most romantic thing that I’ve ever heard.” “Cecily,” Evan laughed. “Everything is the most romantic thing that you’ve ever heard. “I could give Emily a roll of toilet paper and it would be the most romantic thing that you’ve ever heard.” “Actually,” said Cecily. “My Dad did do that once. It was for her birthday.” “He would,” Evan muttered under his breath. Cecily perked right up. She was quite used to Cliff’s little digs on Evan, and Emily’s digs on Cliff, but so far Evan hadn’t made any remarks regarding Cliff, until now. “Just what do you mean by that?” she asked. “Oh Cecily,” Evan sighed. “I didn’t mean anything against your Father. It’s just that I don’t feel that he was world’s most romantic man. I mean giving a girl a roll of toilet paper for her birthday?” “He just forgot about it is all,” Cecily replied. “He bought her a real present a week later. I think he bought her a string of pearls all the way from China. They were beautiful.” “Your Dad just doesn’t think that Emily is as special as I do,” Evan said with a shrug. “That doesn’t make him a bad person. He just doesn’t love her as much. Since he’s some big rock star, he probably gets tons of beautiful women. I don’t. Emily is very special to me. I’m very lucky to have a woman like her in my life.” Cecily frowned. She didn’t like the thought of her Dad with other girls other than Emily. Emily was her mother. Why couldn’t he treat her like Evan did? “Emily and I can’t have our own children,” Evan went on, taking the subject away from Cliff. “That makes you extremely special to the both of us. In just a little over a week, Emily and I are going to become our own family unit, and that family unit includes you Cecily. You’re like a daughter to the both of us. We’d really love to have you spend the holidays with us. I think that you’d like Christmas in Switzerland.” “It sounds fabulous,” Cecily agreed. “I’d love to go. I can’t wait for December.” “Well that is if it’s alright with your Father,” Evan reminded her. “You’ll have to get his permission.” Cecily’s face fell. There was no way in hell that Cliff was going to let her spend Christmas with Emily and Evan. Christmas was usually spent with Cliff’s family at Aunt Josephine’s villa that was lavishly decorated for the holidays. “He’ll never let me go,” Cecily murmured sadly. “You never know,” Evan replied. “If you really want to go, I’m sure that he’ll let you. He wants you to be happy.” “He wants me to be happy with him in California,” answered Cecily. “Why don’t we try calling him tonight?” Evan suggested. “You can ask him. If he doesn’t relent, you can put me onto the phone. Perhaps I can talk him into it.” However, putting Evan on the phone with Cliff didn’t turn out to be such a grand idea. Cliff had just returned from going out and taking a little stroll through Aunt Josephine’s vineyards. After his afternoon roll in the hay with Cheyenne, he needed the walk to cool down a little. She might be a psycho loony groupie, but she was one of the best groupies that he had ever tapped. His balls still tingled from her soft, delicate, angel-like, touch. But it was all too good to last. Those chicks were all the same. Since she now knew about Cecily she would be long gone, back into Jason’s arms in no time. Oh well. At least he got the pleasure of fucking Newsted’s chick behind his back. Cliff breezed through the back door of the villa right when the phone rang. The Improvement Society ladies were still prattling on in the living room, so that meant that it was up to Cliff to answer the phone. “Helloooooo?” he said. “Hi Daddy,” said Cecily. Cliff perked right up. This would be the second time that he had gotten to speak to her today. He was talking to her more now than he did when she was actually at home with him. “Cecily!” he exclaimed as he took out a cigarette. “What a badass surprise! I wasn’t expecting you to call.” “I was missing you,” replied Cecily. He sounded pretty chipper over the phone. Perhaps she did have a chance at going to Switzerland for Christmas. “Guess what Daddy?” “You saw Geezer motherfucking Butler walking down the street?” Cliff guessed. “No,” Cecily giggled. Actually, her Dad sounded extremely chipper. Perhaps he had had some of Aunt Josephine’s absinthe? “Did Great Aunt Josephine give you absinthe?” she asked. “No,” answered Cliff. “Not yet she hasn’t.” “You seem really happy,” said Cecily. “I am,” Cliff replied. “I have some news of my own Cess. Guess what? I got laid. I got motherfucking laid this afternoon.” That sure wasn’t what Cecily wanted to hear. “Oh,” she stammered. Damn. Her Dad had just broken up with Clarisse two days ago. He certainly didn’t waste any time getting back into the game. “She’s actually Jason’s girl,” Cliff said proudly. “He don’t know about it yet.” “Daddy,” Cecily went on. “Mr. Evan has invited me to spend the holidays with him and Mom in England. They want to take me to Switzerland.” “Holidays!” Cliff repeated, spitting out his cigarette. “You know,” said Cecily. “Christmas, New Year’s.” “Absofuckinglutely not!” Cliff exclaimed into the phone. “Cess, I’m down with you visiting Emily every once in a fucking while, but you’re all that I got! I’m not going to give you away over the holidays. I don’t know why Mr. Perfect Evan and Emily can’t go and adopt their own fucking daughter!” “Because they love me!” Cecily cried. “They love me and they want me as their daughter!” “Well they can’t have you!” snarled Cliff. “You’re taken! I’ve already taken you!” Cecily wasn’t sure what to do, so she handed the phone over to Evan, who was standing right next to her. “He’s all pissy now,” she mumbled to him. “Good day Mr. Burton,” Evan said docilely into the phone. “Don’t say fucking good day to me!” Cliff roared. “Are you Evan Fitz-fuck-ball?” “I guess you could call me that,” replied Evan coolly. “Oh yeah?” said Cliff. “Well fuck off! And stay the fuck away from my daughter!” “Excuse me Mr. Burton, but I’ve been nothing but kind to your little daughter,” answered Evan. “I happen to enjoy her company, and she enjoys mine.” Cliff didn’t day anything, so Evan went on, thankful that he was keeping his mouth shut for once. “Emily and I would really love to take Cecily to Switzerland with us over the holidays. She’s never been there, and she’s expressed an interest in going.” “Well she can go with me sometime instead,” Cliff quipped as he lit a cigarette. “I am not having my daughter go gallivanting off all over the world like some pony with a pack of strangers.” “Strangers!” Emily cut in from out of nowhere. She had hopped on the phone that was in the other room. She didn’t like the idea of Cliff and Evan going at it. She just had to intervene. “Clifford Lee Burton!” she cried, nearly breaking his eardrum. “How can you say such a thing? Strangers! I fucking helped raise your daughter for six and a half years! I bent over backwards for that girl. I fucking lived with the both of you! I know everything there is to know about you.” “The answer is no Emily!” Cliff shouted. “I’m not comfortable with Cecily being gone over the holidays.” “Why?” Emily retorted. “It’s not like you’re going to be all alone. You can pick up some nice brazen babe down at the titty bar. Or are you growing tired of banging teenagers? Or maybe the teenagers are finally getting tired of banging your old, crusty, wrinkly, balls.” “Fuck you Emily you bitch!” Cliff spat. “You will not call my fiancée a bitch!” Evan cut in. “Guys!” yelled Cecily who had hopped on the other phone. “Stop fighting! Please!” However, the adults ignored her. “I can call your fiancée whatever I please,” Cliff snapped. “She was my fiancée for way longer than she’s been your fiancée.” “That’s not a good thing Mr. Burton,” said Evan. “Daddy,” said Cecily. “We can have our own Christmas together before I go. But I would really love to see Switzerland.” “I’ll take you to Switzerland Sweetheart,” said Cliff in a much sweeter voice. “I promise.” “What’s the difference if she goes with us or with you?” asked Evan. “Why can’t we take her to Switzerland?” “Because,” Cliff said in a know-it-all tone. “She has very fragile health. She faints. She must be treated like a porcelain doll. She could catch her death rutting around all of Europe with you two.” “Oh fuck off Cliff you old nut sack!” snarled Emily. “I know very well about Cecily’s “fragile” health. She has never been too fragile to go traipsing around with you and your bevy of whores and weed. That’s a lame excuse and you know it! The only reason that you don’t want Cecily to go to Switzerland with us is because you’re selfish! Your little nineteen-year-old titty model broke your heart and you’re all alone, so now you have to make everyone else around you miserable as well! Misery loves company!” “I’m not miserable!” Cliff shot. “I got laid this afternoon.” “That’s nice Cliff,” quipped Emily. “You can spend your Christmas getting laid as well. Meanwhile I’m taking my daughter to Switzerland.” “She’s not your daughter!” Cliff snapped. “The court says so. The law doesn’t lie Emily.” Emily was silent, because sadly Cliff was right. If Cliff said that Cecily couldn’t go, there wasn’t a damn thing that she could do about it. She had no legal rights to the kid. “Daddy!” Cecily cried. “Please stop!” “I hate you Cliff,” Emily said firmly into the phone. “I hate you more than anyone, or anything in this world, and I rue the day that I met you!” “Please!” Cecily now in full blown tears begged. “Please stop saying such mean things to each other!” “Stay out of this Cecily!” Emily hissed. “For two cents Emily,” Cliff growled. “I should just call the airlines and have Cecily come home tomorrow before you can do anything else to poison her against me. Mark my words Emily. I’ll never let Cecily come to England to see you ever again!” “Then you’ll be taking the one and only good thing that she’s ever had in her life!” retorted Emily. “Why can’t everyone just get along?” Cecily yelled into the phone. “You two used to be so happy together!” She threw down the telephone receiver and picked up Queen Victoria. She raced up the stairs to her bedroom, where she threw herself down on the bed, and buried her face deep into Queen Victoria’s fur as she cried. She couldn’t believe that just a little bit earlier, she had thought that possibly a miracle could have gotten her parents back together again. It was definitely going to take much more than a miracle… |
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| Lucifer's Angel | January 25, 2008, 9:54 pm Post #244 |
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Wow, Cliff is being a dick Poor Cecily, my parents fought like that before they got divorced It'll take a miracle to get them back together, but that'll hurt Evan
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| Verity | January 26, 2008, 12:58 am Post #245 |
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Vanessa- I understand about the fighting. My parents fought a lot too and moved out and split up a few times, but always would get back together. Anyway, that past chapter does hit home for me though. Chapter Seventy Cliff slammed down the phone receiver. It bounced off of its cradle and smashed. “Oh fuck!” he shouted, for he had broken Aunt Josephine’s telephone. He examined it, trying to see if it could be fixed, but Cliff didn’t know anything about telephones. “It was a piece of shit anyway,” he quipped. He staggered over to the table and at down. He laid his head down on the cool wood. Just how in the hell had things gotten so fucked up? He knew that he had said some hurtful shit to Emily, but she hurt him. She had told him that she hated him, and that hurt a lot. Cliff and Emily had always had a turbulent and somewhat volatile relationship. They were both strong personalities, and when they loved they loved passionately, when they clashed they clashed hard. One of the things that Cliff had always admired the most about Emily was the fact that the girl didn’t take any shit from anybody. But in the end, it was that same very thing that he admired in her that had caused her to leave: she had had quite enough of putting up with Cliff and his shit. “Clifford dear!” Aunt Josephine gasped as she strolled into the kitchen to get some more cocktail sauce for the shrimp. “Are you alright? You’re not hung over are you?” Cliff shook his head. “Emily and I had a fight,” he answered. “How on earth could you two have a fight?” asked his Aunt as she gave him a quick hug. “She’s in England.” “Believe me,” said Cliff. “We found a way. She hates me.” “Oh Cliff I’m sure that Emily doesn’t hate you,” said Aunt Josephine. She smoothed her nephew’s unruly hair. “That groupie chick of Jason’s won’t go home,” she went on. “She’s just sitting in the sun room clutching your bass. It’s kind of weirding us out a little bit. Go do something with her. Send her home.” And with that, Aunt Josephine went back to the Improvement Society. Cliff was quite surprised to hear that Cheyenne was still around. He was almost certain that she would have left after she found out about Cecily. Jason wouldn’t be back until at least tomorrow sometime. She wasn’t going to sit here waiting for him overnight was she? One thing for sure was that no one touched Cliff’s bass. Cliff didn’t even let anyone near the motherfucker let alone touch it. Even if Geezer Butler were to transcend down from the heavens and ask Cliff if he could play a song on it, the answer would be no. Well, maybe ole Geezer could play it, but no one else, and certainly not some floozy groupie friend of Jason’s. Cliff made his way to the sunroom feeling rather cantankerous. His high from his afternoon love fest was long gone after his spat with Emily. He found Cheyenne sitting in the sunroom on his stool, clutching his bass as if it were a baby. She was lovingly stroking it. “Cheyenne!” barked Cliff. “Just what the fuck are you doing?” Cheyenne whirled around, smiling at him. “Just keeping your bass company,” she replied. “It looked lonely.” “Well he’s not!” Cliff snapped as he took the bass from her. The bass innocently brushed up against the top of Cheyenne’s left boob. Lucky bass. “I can’t believe that you play Orion on this thing,” Cheyenne gushed as she handed the bass back to it’s owner. “It was an honor and a privilege just to touch it. Will you show me how to play something on it?” “No,” Cliff spat. “I charge seventy-five bucks an hour for a bass lesson. You can pay for one just like everyone else.” “I could never be half as good as you,” Cheyenne replied. Cliff couldn’t help but smile at her, blushing. “Thanks,” he said. “But of course you could. All it takes is just some practice, and a little devotion, and some good weed.” “I could never be as devoted as you are,” said Cheyenne. She propped up her elbows, and rested her chin in her hands as she gazed at Cliff dreamily. “Look Cheyenne,” said Cliff. “You need to go home for the night. Jason will be back tomorrow.” “I don’t care about Jason anymore,” she retorted. “He broke my heart. He couldn’t even take the time to call me and let me know that he wasn’t going to be here today. That was very rude of him.” “Well he’s not exactly Mr. Manners,” replied Cliff as he began to tune one of the strings on his bass, not because it needed it, but because he thought that it looked impressive in front of Cheyenne. It made him look like an elitist musician. “Anyway,” he continued. “You need to go home.” “But I’d much rather stay here with you Cliff,” Cheyenne begged. She gently clasped her hand around his wrist. “I’ve always wanted to meet you and get to know you.” “I told you Cheyenne,” Cliff replied. “I have a daughter. You don’t want anything to do with me.” “Oh but you’re wrong,” Cheyenne breathed. “I would be most honored to meet your daughter. She’s a part of Metallica too.” “I hate to break it to you,” said Cliff. “But I’m not in Metallica anymore. I left the band. I’m fucking going back to school in the fall. I’m boring.” Cheyenne really didn’t give a shit that Cliff wasn’t in Metallica anymore. He had been in Metallica. He had helped create some of the magic of their music, and that was good enough for her. Metallica was home. Metallica was serenity, and safety, and everything most hallowed, and that included Cliff. “I feel a very strong connection between us,” she said. “Let me love you the way that you deserve to be loved,” she whispered into his ear, carefully brushing one of her long locks of blonde hair against his ear lobe as she did so. She felt Cliff tinge a little. “Cheyenne no,” Cliff mumbled, but she cut him off by taking his mouth into hers and locking it tightly with a deep, long, passionate kiss. Cliff whimpered a little as Cheyenne draped her arms around his neck and lost her fingers in his masses of hair. He was very vulnerable right now, and Cheyenne was just what he needed. He needed an ass kisser to stroke his dick, coddle his ego, and make him feel loved. Within seconds he had her down on the floor with her jeans off. “Are you into titty fucking?” he whispered as he slipped off her shirt and grasped onto her breasts like a baby kitten clasping onto an oak tree. “I’m into whatever makes Cliff feel loved,” Cheyenne breathed huskily as she began to work on getting his pants off. Cliff moved Cheyenne so that she was on top of him, the perfect position for titty fucking. Within moments he had forgotten all about his heated argument with Emily, and about how unhappy it was making Cecily. It had been ages since he had last titty fucked. Even though Clarisse had nice, squishy, pillowy, breasts he could never titty fuck with them because she was always so afraid that she might break one of the implants, especially since Cliff could be a little on the rough side, especially when in the throws of passion. However Cheyenne’s tits were real. They were pure 100% all-American titty goodness, and they were just the perfect size for titty fucking. Emily and Cecily wasn’t the only thing that he forgot about while in the realm of intimate rapture. He had totally forgotten that he was in his aunt’s sunroom with the door open right when one of her Improvement Society meetings was going on. Mrs. Wentworth one of the gossipy Improvement Society ladies was making her way back from the bathroom when she noticed what was going down inside the sunroom. “Josephine!” she screeched at the top of her lungs. “Do you have any idea what your disgusting, loser nephew is up too?” “Hey!” Mrs. Burton snapped, as she, Aunt Josephine, and a bunch of other ladies rushed into the room. “Don’t talk about my son that way!” Cheyenne rolled off of Cliff at once, rolling onto her stomach to hide her tits from the ensemble of old ladies that stood before her. Cliff turned absolutely scarlet red (hey I made him blush again) at the sight of his aunt and mother. He hastily dove back into his bellbottoms. “Hey Mom,” he greeted. “Hi Aunt Jo.” “Clifford Lee you should be ashamed of yourself engaging in intercourse with Jason’s girlfriend,” scolded his mother. “Jason don’t treat her right!” Cliff barked. “It’s doesn’t treat her right!” his mother exclaimed, exasperated. “Well now I know why she kept hanging around here,” sighed Aunt Josephine. “Clifford dear, is it too much to ask for you not to bang girls right out in the open when I have my friends over? You know I do have a ton of bedrooms in this place.” “Yes Ma’am,” Cliff mumbled as he got up off of the floor. His hair was matted and tussled. He had sex hair. “Now go continue your business of sin upstairs,” instructed Aunt Josephine. “Not in my sunroom.” Cliff made his way back up the stairs, feeling still quite embarrassed. Cheyenne followed him. “I’m sorry that you got into trouble with your Aunt,” she said. “It wasn’t your fault,” said Cliff. “Well, actually it kind of was because you’re so fucking hot, but it does take two to fuck.” He wandered back into the Rose Room and sat down on the bed. He was totally out of the mood now. Cheyenne pointed to a picture of Cliff and Cecily that was sitting next to the bed. It replaced the one that had Emily in it that Cliff had broken earlier. “Is that your daughter?” she asked. Cliff nodded, glancing at the picture. “You both look so happy,” commented Cheyenne. “She’s pretty.” “Thank you,” Cliff said proudly. “I rather think so, but she’s not my related daughter. I adopted her, which is probably why she’s so good looking.” He took out his pack of cigarettes, and offered one to Cheyenne who gladly accepted. “I would have loved for something like that to happen to me,” she replied as Cliff lit the cigarette for her. “My mother was killed in a car wreck when I was ten, and I’ve never met my father. Cecily was extremely lucky to find a man like you to come and adopt her.” “I was lucky to find her,” answered Cliff. “Believe it or not, I’ve cleaned up my act a lot for Cecily. She kind of saved me.” “You can tell that you really love her,” Cheyenne went on. “Your entire face lights up whenever you mention her.” “I love her more than anything,” Cliff said. “But I’m afraid that I’m going to lose her.” “Lose her?” Cheyenne repeated. Cliff looked away from her, staring instead at the picture. He bit his bottom lip. He didn’t know why but he started telling Cheyenne everything. He told her about the Father of the Year Contest, and about the brilliant trick they had decided to play on Lars that involved Cecily, and about how he and Cecily had became very, very, close, resulting in him adopting her. He told her about Emily, and about how she had been like a mother to Cecily, and about how they had bitterly broken up at the beginning of the year. Finally he told her about Evan and how he felt that Emily and Evan were trying to take Cecily away from him. After all, Christmas in Switzerland sounded so glamorous, much more glamorous than sitting around in San Francisco with her Dad and his smelly, nasty, pus ridden, old dog. Cheyenne was quiet, listening intently to every word that Cliff spoke. Her only movement was just to take the cigarette to and from her mouth. Finally, about three hours later Cliff finished, for it was a very, very, long story. “Do you love her?” Cheyenne asked. “Cecily?” said Cliff. “Of course I do.” “No,” replied Cheyenne. “Emily.” Cliff took out another cigarette, the pack near empty. “I think so,” he nodded. He stuffed the cigarette into his mouth. “Actually, I do. Yes. I’m afraid that I still love Emily very much.” This time it was Cheyenne who helped light the cigarette. “Then you must go to her,” she replied. “I could never, ever, ever, do that,” Cliff sighed as he pulled Cheyenne closer to him in the bed. “Why?” Cheyenne asked as she cuddled down next to him. “Because,” said Cliff. “The woman fucking hates me…” |
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| Battery | January 26, 2008, 8:39 am Post #246 |
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Oh man! What a chapters!! It was so horrible when Emily, Cliff and Evan were arguing.... Poor Cecily.... Cliff exaggerated a little, though I can understand why he doesn't want Cecily to go to Switzerland with Evan...And Cheyenne... I have to say I'm starting to like her she's disturbed but so far harmless (and the scene with Mrs. Wentworth catching them made me laugh hard ) It's good that Cliff had her to confide “Actually, I do. Yes. I’m afraid that I still love Emily very much.” just, awww...... I love this story!!! :horns2 |
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| Lucifer's Angel | January 26, 2008, 11:13 am Post #247 |
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Cheyenne doesn't seem that bad, actually. Haha, they got caught by the old chicks. That is so embarrasing Aww, Cliff still loves Emily
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| Verity | January 26, 2008, 11:51 pm Post #248 |
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Thanks soooooo very much for the reviews. I'm happy you like my crazy groupie chick Cheyenne. She's so ridiculous that she's fun to write. I'm soooooo happy right now! It's the end of a long day with crazy people. I think someone let the doors to the nuthouse open. Anyway, speaking of absolute craziness, another chapter for you! Chapter Seventy-One A very sad and heavy hearted Cecily sat on the floor in front of the fireplace in her bedroom with Queen Victoria curled up in her lap. She had been crying for the past hour, until she had no tears left to possibly cry. She had managed to get into her pajamas, robe, and slippers. She was now sitting there gazing blankly at the tips of flames that were dancing in the fireplace. Never had she felt so overwhelmed with sadness. Her parents hated each other and she was caught in the middle. Not only was she caught in the middle between Cliff and Emily all wanting her affections, but she had poor Evan in there as well. There was a knock on her door. “Cecily honey,” Emily said gently. “May I come in?” Cecily wiped her nose on the sleeve on her robe. “I guess so,” she replied quietly, not looking away from the fire. “But I’m in the depths of despair.” Emily made her way into the room. She plopped down on the floor next to Cecily and took the girl into her lap. She gently smoothed her long curtain of hair. “I’m so sorry Cecily,” she said. “Expecting your Father to give you up for Christmas was a dumb idea. We would have had a better chance asking him to send you here during your spring break.” “He’ll never let me come over here again,” Cecily murmured, a fresh supply of tears coming over her. “You heard him. I’ll never get to see you again Mom.” “Oh Cecily,” Emily sighed. “That’s not true. I will continue to see you even if I have to fly to San Francisco, rent my own hotel room, and spring you out of school for the day just to see me.” “I understand that you and my Dad aren’t together anymore,” said Cecily. “By why can’t everyone just get along? Why does he have to hate Evan so much? Why do you have to hate my Dad?” “I don’t hate your Dad Cecily,” replied Emily as she gave the young girl a squeeze. “You don’t?” asked Cecily. “No Cecily, if anything I feel just the opposite,” Emily replied. “I was just angry when I said that. He’ll get over it.” “The opposite of hate is love,” said Cecily. “You don’t still love my Dad, do you?” Emily bit at her thumbnail, biting it down way too much and causing it to bleed. “Mom?” said Cecily. “You do, don’t you?” Emily slowly nodded, holding her breath. She was playing with fire here. “Wow,” Cecily breathed. “You keep your mouth shut Cecily,” Emily said firmly. “You don’t breathe a word of this to anybody.” “But what about Mr. Evan?” Cecily asked. “I adore Evan,” Emily replied. “Really I do. After Cliff, he’s a breath of fresh air, but to say that I loved him would be a lie. I greatly respect him and I genuinely care about him, but I don’t love him.” “Then why are you marrying him?” Cecily asked. “Because he is a wonderful man,” answered Emily. “And he does love me. Cliff doesn’t. I’m at the age where I want to get married Cecily. I don’t want to live alone forever. I want someone to grow old with. Evan’s a fantastic catch. He’s one in a million actually. I’m very lucky.” “But you don’t love him,” pointed out Cecily. “And you’re wrong Mom. My Dad does love you. I just know that he does.” “Cecily, you have to keep this quiet. You can’t tell Evan or anyone about what I’ve just told you. It’s not fair to me, and it’s not fair to Evan,” said Emily. “I don’t want to hear one more peep about your Father. I’ve had quite enough of the man.” “Maybe you guys could just try it again one, last, time,” pressed Cecily. “I mean it Cess,” Emily said once again. “It wasn’t easy for me to leave your Father. I had to leave you behind, which broke my heart. I also left my dream job when I left San Francisco. I had to start all over from scratch in London. I may never get another job as good as the one that I had in San Francisco. Cliff doesn’t think about the fact that all of his fooling around with strippers wrecked everything in my life, even my job.” “You didn’t have to move so far away when you left him,” Cecily pointed out. “Yeah I did,” returned Emily. “They’re just too many reminders of him back in San Francisco. It made things too hard.” “That’s because you still love him,” said Cecily. Emily gave Cecily one last squeeze, before getting up. “Yeah, well love hurts,” she replied. “You better get to bed now. Evan’s mother has another loathsome list of things that we need to do tomorrow in order to get ready for the repugnant monstrosity known as my wedding.” *** It was going on three-in-morning and Cecily was still lying wide awake in her bed. She just couldn’t turn her mind off. How could she? Her parents were both madly, madly, in love with one another but an ocean and two stubborn minds kept them from getting back together. She just had to do something, and do something quick, before the wedding. She felt very bad for Evan. He had been nothing but sweet, kind, and very charming, but she just couldn’t let Emily marry him. It wasn’t very fair to him to devote his entire heart to her, while her heart still belonged to someone else. And if she could get her Dad and Emily back together, maybe Emily could go back to her old job. Wouldn’t she be happier? However, Cecily had no idea what to do. She was just a twelve-year-old little girl. Her Dad was back in San Francisco banging some groupie of Jason’s. How in the hell was she supposed to get him back in the sack with Emily? Just then her Father’s words echoed through her mind. If you need anything, you can always call Mr. Kirk. Even if it’s three in the morning, he can always help you. That was all that Cecily needed. She flung herself up out of bed and hastily dressed in a pair of jean and her girly skull shirt with the purple bow. She took her sandals and clutched them to her chest. She would wait until she got outside in order to slip them on, paranoid about making too much noise. Unlike Geezer who was worthless as a guard dog, and who could sleep through the apocalypse, Queen Victoria had much sharper hearing. The little fucker yipped every time that a leaf fell off a tree. She grabbed a light jacket and made her way over to her dresser where she took out the paper that had Kirk’s hotel and room number on it, as well as a stack of money. She had gotten the money that Cliff had given her at the airport exchanged to whatever British people use (pounds perhaps? Shayi help) so she had quite a bit of it. She slipped it into her pocket and then carefully tiptoed over to her bedroom door and ever so slowly turned the doorknob, trying to be as quiet as humanly possible. Very gingerly she took a step out into the upstairs hallway. The hallway was illuminated by the stream of milky moonlight that splashed in from the Palladian window, lighting Cecily’s path to the stairs. She had to go very slowly since she was going right past the door to Evan and Emily’s room. She made it to the stairs and then crouched down so that she could crawl down them. Crawling down them would be much quieter than attempting to walk down them. She’d never get out of there without one of the steps creaking, and Queen Victoria giving her away. Once she got down the steps she tiptoed to the kitchen where she got out the phone book and called up the taxi man to pick her up at the street corner. She had no idea how the fuck to get to Kirk’s hotel by herself. She put down the phone, and counted up her money to make sure that she had enough. Then she slipped on her shoes and headed outside into the night. A little wilt of thrill formed in the pit of Cecily’s stomach and danced up to her throat. Granted, she did go running about at night with Jackson at White Rock, but it was still something that she rarely did, and she certainly hadn’t been out and about in the nighttime streets in London alone before. She stood on the street corner, her hands in her pockets, waiting. I hope they don’t think that I’m a prostitute, she thought as she waited. But then again, I’m not at all dressed like one. I’m too ugly to be a prostitute anyway. She shivered as a cool breeze came along, playing with her hair. At nighttime, it could get quite chilly. Finally, she spotted the black taxi cab sputtering its way over towards her. Cecily gratefully hopped in. “I need to go to the Four Seasons please,” she said sweetly as she cuddled down in the backseat of the cab. The taxi driver squinted at her through the rearview mirror. “What’s a young, pretty, thing such as your self doing running around by yourself at this hour?” he asked. “You’re not alone are you?” “I have money,” said Cecily, taking the wad of cash out of her pocket. “Please sir. It’s very important that I get there.” The taxi man raised his eyebrows. She was in Chelsea, needing to go to the Four Seasons, and she had quite the healthy stash of money. She was probably some rich child of privilege, out running about trying to get away from her governess. Those rich people never kept a good eye on their children. “Very well,” he replied without asking further questions. Within five minutes he dropped Cecily off in front of the Four Seasons. She paid and tipped him well, for that was the first time that she had ever ordered her own taxi man. She made her way inside the hotel through the brass revolving doors. The hotel lobby was made from marble, and was as regal as stepping inside of an old basilica. There was a huge circular fountain right in the middle, but it was turned off due to the time of night, and in the ceiling was dome made from exquisite stain glass. There was an empty night manager’s desk. Lord knows where he went off to. Cecily made her way to the bank of elevators and quickly stepped inside. Kirk was in room 1226. She rode the elevator up to the twelfth floor, and then hurriedly sprinted down the hall to his room, which looked to be a penthouse suite in the corner. She knocked on the door. Kirk Hammett was currently on top of a stunning, Japanese, actress that he had picked up earlier that evening at the theatre. “Did you order room service again Kirk?” demanded the actress. “No Akane,” Kirk replied to the actress. “I didn’t, even though they do really make a very good chicken salad sandwich here at the Four Seasons.” The knock came again. “Mr. Kirk!” cried a little voice. “It’s me Cecily! Please open up!” “Oh shit,” Kirk mumbled, wincing with the fact that he wasn’t going to be able to finish up his business with Akane, and it was going to hurt. Damn Burton’s daughter! “Just a minute Cecily!” he yelled. He gently slid Akane off of his sweaty, terracotta hued, body, and stiffly and rather uncomfortably got up from the bed. He groped around for his clothes. He found a pair of ebony silk boxers, and a dark blue velvet robe that was trimmed with gold braid. He slid on a pair of matching dark blue velvet slippers that had the Four Seasons logo embroidered on them in gold. He made his way over to the door, undid the latch, and opened it. “Cecily!” he gasped. “Are you alright?” “Oh Mr. Kirk!” Cecily cried. “It’s terrible. I’m in the depths of despair.” “Well come in,” Kirk returned, ushering the girl inside. “What did Mrs. Fitzgerald do this time?” “It’s not Mrs. Fitzgerald,” said Cecily. In the light of the room Kirk could see that Cecily had been crying, for her eyes were red and she had tear stains on her cheeks. “Akane,” he said, gesturing over to the beautiful Japanese chick that was sitting in a nest of pillows on his bed. “This is Cecily, my good friend Cliff’s daughter. She’s visiting her mother here in London.” Akane nodded and smiled to the girl, and then went back to filing her nails. “You’ve got to help me Mr. Kirk,” Cecily went on. “It’s desperate!” “Well whatever is the matter?” Kirk asked. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” “It’s Mom and Dad,” answered Cecily. “They’re both still helplessly in love with each other. I got Mom to admit it to me tonight, and I’m pretty sure that my Dad still loves her too.” “He does,” Kirk said quietly. He wandered over to the wet bar to pour himself a gin and tonic. Gone were the days of crappy, burned out, shit hole, busted window air conditioner, funky smelling, motel rooms that Metallica used to stay in. That had all changed since they had hooked up with Bob Rock. Hamster had quite the suite at the Four Seasons. There was a spacious living room with huge, soaring, windows that looked out over the London nighttime skyline, complete with a well stocked bar made from rosewood. “What do you mean?” Cecily asked as she watched Kirk mix his drink. She could really go for one of those too. “Cliff still loves your Mom,” replied Kirk. “James told me so. I guess he took Cliff out to lunch a few days ago to talk to him about Clarisse, and once your Dad got drunk he admitted that he does and will always love Emily.” “I knew it!” Cecily exclaimed as she threw herself down in one of the needlepoint chairs that were in the sitting area. “Both are still in love, yet they’re too stupid to admit it to each other. They’ll never get back together again.” “Probably not Cecily,” replied Kirk as he stirred his drink and took a sip. He nodded with satisfaction. “Isn’t that so very tragic?” Cecily asked. “Two people who love each other so, being a part forever for no reason?” “Well there is a reason Cecily,” said Kirk thoughtfully. “Emily moved away to London, and she’s engaged to someone else.” “We have to stall the wedding,” Cecily breathed dramatically. Kirk smiled at Cecily. He couldn’t help but admire her sense of romance and drama, but the kid was trying to do the impossible. “Cecily,” he said kindly as he put his arm around her. “Stalling the wedding won’t do one bit of good. Your Father is over in the United States. He has no reason to come to London. Now how about I fix you a drink?” “I want a screwdriver please,” Cecily ordered. “I was thinking more along the lines of a Shirley Temple,” replied Kirk. “I’ll give you lots of cherries.” “I don’t like cherries,” Cecily quipped, feeling pissy. “I bet that if somehow, by some miracle, my Mom and Dad saw each other before the wedding that they would for sure realize that they both still love each other. Daddy would take Miss Emily into his arms and call her Pussy Cat again. Wouldn’t that be fine?” she asked dreamily. “It would be Cecily,” Kirk agreed. As he made Cecily a non alcoholic beverage, he got very, very, quiet, and very, very, thoughtful. He didn’t like the idea of two people who loved each other very much not being together again either. Cliff was his friend, and he wanted his friend to be happy. He knew that Cliff had been at his happiest when Emily was living with him, Emily completed him, and anyone with half a brain could see that. “You know Cecily,” he said finally. “There is one thing that would bring your Dad over here to England for sure.” Cecily just looked at him with wide, interested, eyes. “It’s you Cess,” Kirk said. “Remember when your Father and I used you as bait for our little prank on Lars?” he asked. Cecily nodded. “How would you like to be used as bait for your Father?” Kirk went on. “If it will bring my Mom and Dad back together again I’d do anything,” said Cecily. “But I don’t see how I can be of any help getting my Dad over here.” “If there’s one thing in this world that your Mom and Dad can both agree on it’s that they love you a lot Cecily,” said Kirk, his eyes twinkling with excitement over the plan that was now developing in his mind. “They both adore you,” he continued. “You need to get lost. Turn up missing. If Emily finds that you went missing, she’s going to frantically be on the phone to your Dad first thing, and your Dad is going to be on the first flight to London that he can get his ass on.” “That’s it!” Cecily exclaimed. “Dad will be over here at once, and he and Mom will reunite and rekindle their past romance because of their passionate love and devotion for me.” “It could happen,” Kirk nodded. “But where will I go?” Cecily wondered. “I’ll have to be gone for a while. It’s a long flight from the United States to England.” “I’ll take care of it,” Kirk answered. “I have just the idea.” “Oh Mr. Kirk!” Cecily cried as she threw her arms around him. “You’re a genius! And they said that Lars is the genius behind Metallica.” “Nah,” Kirk laughed. “It’s been me the whole time Cess..” |
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| Lucifer's Angel | January 27, 2008, 12:34 am Post #249 |
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Kirk, you naughty boy I hope Cecily doesn't get hurt because of him, though. I like that he was patient with her, in spite of Akane I hope this all works out
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| Battery | January 27, 2008, 12:34 pm Post #250 |
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A vision of Kirk in silk boxers, velvet robe and velvet slippers makes me happy inside :horns2 Poor Emily... She still loves Cliff... Wow! And it thrilled me she doesn't love Evan !!(at the same time I feel sorry for him... )I'm extremely curious if Kirk's and Cecily's plan will work!!! And I must say, Cecily is one brave girl
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| Verity | January 27, 2008, 2:35 pm Post #251 |
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Maggie- Visions of Kirk dancing around in silky boxers and velvet robes make me rather happy too. Vanessa- Kirk is being rather naughty. Though after writing this chapter I could help but wish that my Dad had a friend like Kirk. Chapter Seventy-Two Cecily let out a shriek as she followed Mr. Kirk and stepped into the room. She was stunned speechless as well as shitless. “Will this do for a few days?” Kirk asked as he flipped on the light. “Oh Mr. Kirk!” Cecily gasped. “It’s far grander than anything that I could ever have imagined,” she gushed in a breathless tone as she gingerly made her way to the middle of the room. “I just want you to be comfortable Cess while you have to be “missing” for a few days,” Kirk explained. “I’ll never want to be found,” Cecily joked as she looked about the room in awe. “This room is fine enough for the Lady of Shalott herself.” Kirk raised an eyebrow. Don’t tell me that Emily is giving her weed too, he thought. Kirk’s plan had been to stash Cecily away in another suite at the Four Seasons. No one would have any reason to believe that she would be there, because she certainly couldn’t afford the suite by herself. It would be perfect. No one would find her. Most importantly she would be safe, not to mention quite comfortable. It sucked that she would have to spend the next few days cooped up in a hotel room, but at least Kirk had made it a rather kick ass room to be cooped up in. Like Kirk’s suite it had a bedroom and a sitting room with a wet bar. However, Cecily’s suite was two stories, so you had to go up a white iron spiral staircase to get to the bedroom. The sitting room had the same wall of windows that overlooked the skyline, with long, mint green, drapes made from the finest silk and trimmed with thick, heavy, gold and silver tassels. Cecily nearly had one of her fainting spells upon seeing the bedroom. “I’m going to sleep in that?” she squawked as she pointed at the bed. “You’re not going to sleep on the floor,” replied Kirk, his eyes shining. He could now see why Cliff took such pleasure in buying Cecily random shit. He along with everyone else in Metallica, had always felt that Cliff tended to spoil Cecily a bit, but now he could understand why. It felt so fucking good to see the kid’s face light up. And Kirk had definitely spoiled her by springing for a suite instead of just a normal hotel room at the Four Seasons. The bed was a divine luxury in itself. It was king sized. A little thing like Cecily would get lost in it for sure. It had a headboard that was made from carved wood, painted white, and delicately trimmed with gold leaf. The badass thing about it was that it had a crown shaped canopy over the head of the bed with a gathered valance made from soft butter cream colored chintz fabric. A delicate, robin’s egg blue curtain hung from it, going behind the bed’s headboard. The curtain was swept off to the sides of the bed by light blue and yellow braided ties. Two reading sconces adorned with crystal prisms, hung from behind the headboard, along with a striking gold mirror. It was a bed fit for more than just the Lady of Shalott. It was fit for the Queen of England herself. The bed was topped off with an ivory silk down duvet cover and a mountain of pillows. And if you thought that the bed was kick ass. You only needed to wander through the French doors into the bathroom, to really shit your pants. The bathroom was decorated with sandy, golden, bronzy, marble that had the tiniest flecks of real gold in it. The Jacuzzi bathtub was more like a pool rather than a bathtub in Cecily’s opinion, and even had stairs with a brass railing to get into it. The shower all marble, had thick, glass, doors and was bigger than most of Cecily’s classrooms at her school back at home. She counted twenty shower heads and faucets. Some even released steam instead of water like a sauna. It even had a marble bench to sit on while inside it. The bathroom vanity was long, made from granite, with a massive looming mirror that went all the way to the soaring ceiling. The sinks were hand painted with pale pink tea roses and gold leaf, and there was even a vanity table to sit and do makeup at, if Cecily had had any makeup with her to put on. A dripping chandelier oozing with prisms, and crystal beaded chains hung from the middle of the ceiling. “Holy shit!” Cecily gasped as she wandered about the bathroom. “Just the bathroom alone would be divine enough to be kept cooped up in for a few days.” “Now you can understand why I spend so much time in the bathroom,” Kirk said with a laugh. “It’s not because I’m blocked up.” He opened up the linen closet. “Feel free to use the bathrobe,” he said. “I’ve already paid for it. I’m also having the concierge bring up a basket of toiletries for you.” “Oh thank you Mr. Kirk,” Cecily sighed. “I will never be able to repay you for your kindness.” “Don’t worry about Cess,” answered Kirk. “We put you through a lot back in the day. This is the least that I can do. Don’t feel too bad. Bob Rock is paying for it.” “Really?” said Cecily, her eyes widening as she ran her fingers along the soft, ivory, Egyptian cotton towels. “I guess the next time that my Dad goes off on him, I’ll have to set him straight. Bob Rock isn’t so bad.” “Well, who knows?” Kirk said with a shrug. “We’ll have to see what he says once he gets the bill. Anyway, I think that you’ll be quite comfortable here.” “I feel as if I’ve stepped into a dream,” said Cecily as the two made their way back down into the sitting room. “I truly get to be a princess for a few days.” “Not quite,” said Kirk firmly. “Now since Bob Rock is paying for all of this, you do kind of have to keep costs down to a minimum. I went ahead and bought you the bathrobe, some pajamas, the toiletries basket, and you get two pay-per-view movies. But other than that, you can’t order any extras. That includes more than just the two movies. I hope that you don’t get bored.” “Oh I could never get bored in a room like this,” Cecily breathed. “Well you didn’t know that you were coming,” Kirk reminded her. “You have no books, or games, or anything.” “I have my imagination,” replied Cecily as she flopped down into a cushy, silk, pinstripe, easy chair. “Being in a room as extraordinary as this leaves much scope for the imagination. I shall pretend that I’m a princess, a beautiful princess from Vienna, waiting for my Prince Jackson to come and rescue me.” “You mean your Dad?” Kirk laughed. “It’ll be most easy for me to pretend that I’m actually beautiful in a room as wonderful as this,” Cecily replied. “You don’t have to pretend Cecily,” said Kirk, pampering her vanity. “Now the no extras policy also means that you can’t eat from the mini bar, and you can’t order room service. I promise that I’ll bring you your meals.” “Thank you Mr. Kirk!” Cecily said gratefully. “When my parents get back together, and they do eventually marry, I will give a speech at the wedding all about what a kind and noble philanthropist you are.” “You’ll make me into the next Bono,” Kirk replied. “Just enjoy your time here Cecily. My parents split up, and I know how it feels. It’s rough. You’re a good kid, and you deserve to have your parents together, but most importantly, your parents belong together, and that’s why I’m doing this. I’m doing it for you, and for Cliff.” Cecily gave Kirk another hug before he left to go finish his business that he had had going on with Akane. “I’ll check up on you periodically starting tomorrow,” he said. “Thank you Mr. Kirk,” Cecily replied sincerely. “Don’t forget to bring me dinner.” After Kirk had left, Cecily wandered back up to the bathroom where she dressed in the crisp, freshly pressed, linen pajamas. They were a bit big for her, but they still felt simply heavenly. Cecily did feel bad for what she was doing. She was sure that Emily was really going to freak out once she found that she had gone missing. Her Dad probably would too for that matter. He’d probably be worried that she was out getting pregnant with Jackson. Cecily missed Jackson so much. He would be shocked and impressed to see her digs now. The place was a fucking pleasure palace. She couldn’t imagine being in a room like this alone with a boy. She blushed just thinking about her and Jackson in that big bed, or in the shower, yet at the same time she rather liked the thought. It gave her a feeling of sensual, overwhelming, pleasure, and she tingled from head to toe. I better watch out, she thought to herself. Being twelve and having such thoughts. I’ll wind up hornier than my Dad in no time. She made her way into the massive king size bed. It was now going on four-thirty in the morning, and Cecily had had such a long day of heartache and upset. Yeah, she was in an uber kick ass bed, but even if she wasn’t, the bed would still have felt like heaven. As she laid down her back melted into the mattress, as if the weight of the world had been lifted off of her, and every single muscle and fiber in her body relaxed against the bed’s sweet softness. The sheets smelled of lavender, the scent overwhelming her thoughts and her mind as she laid her head upon the pillow. As she settled down for the night, a thought came to her. For a girl who had started out her life living in a small, dingy, hotel room with her piss-poor mom, she hadn’t done too bad for herself. If only Claudia could see her now staying in one of the finest hotel room suites in all of London, as if she were some princess. A rush of sadness came over her as she thought about Claudia, her mother. Part of her never wanted to see the bitch again, but another part of her actually wanted Claudia to see her now. She wanted her to see how much better her life had become without her in it. Her mother had never wanted her. She had been an accident. Her various boyfriends had always meant more, and still did. Cecily would have loved Claudia to see just how that “accident” had turned out, flouncing about in her fancy pajamas in some swanky hotel suite, as if she owned the world. Hell, she’d love for her biological father whomever and wherever he was to see her now, the daughter that they both didn’t want living like a Queen loved by good people such as Cliff, Emily, Evan, and Kirk. Claudia would be pea green with envy, and maybe, just maybe even regret giving her up. Cecily would never want to go back to Claudia, not even if it meant that she would be transformed into devastatingly beautiful, and she now regretted writing to her, but still she couldn’t help but hope that her mother would one day admit that she regretted the way that she had treated her, and that she missed her, and that most of all that she loved her… |
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| Battery | January 27, 2008, 3:22 pm Post #252 |
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Oooh, Kirk rocks!!! :horns2 Good for Cecily she has him as this room sounds simply heavenly , awesome descriptions!! And it's part of plan to bring Cliff and Emily together so Cecily now links pleasure with some kind of work Though I feel a little worried about Emily and Cliff, how will they react,.... :horns2
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| Lucifer's Angel | January 27, 2008, 3:57 pm Post #253 |
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Wow, that hotel room is something else Kirk sure is generous And Cecily is feeling naughty, eh?
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| Verity | January 27, 2008, 10:44 pm Post #254 |
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Maggie- I agree. That room does sound like heaven. Vanessa- Yeah, Cecily is being a naughty little thing. Chapter Seventy-Three Mrs. Fitzgerald was over to Evan and Emily’s town home bright and early that very next morning. Heaven forbid she gave them any peace and quiet. They had very much to do today, and she didn’t think that Emily even realized how much work putting together a wedding fit to hold the Fitzgerald name even took. “That dreadful woman is here already,” Emily sighed as she heard the doorbell ring. “Quick,” said Evan. “Let’s run and hide.” “There is no hiding from that woman,” returned Emily as she got up from the kitchen table and made her way over to the front door. “I’m sorry Evan. I know that she’s your mother, but that woman is worse than a tick on a slow moving hound dog.” “I agree with you,” said Evan as he gathered up a stack of papers and stuffed them into his briefcase, for he was getting ready to go off to work. Mrs. Fitzgerald happily hurried inside, for it was raining at a pretty good clip. She frowned at the sight of Emily, who was still in her pajamas and slippers. Emily had a few sketches to finish up that morning for her boss, but she could do them from home, and she could perfectly do them while still in her pajamas. “Emily Rose!” Mrs. Fitzgerald exclaimed, the annoyance apparent in her voice. “You’re not even dressed yet! Do you have any idea what a busy day we have ahead of us?” “I know that I have to finish up some sketches for work,” replied Emily. “And I can do them in pajamas if I want to.” “That’s silly stuff,” snapped Evan’s mother as she made her way inside and to the kitchen. “I don’t know why you spend so much time working anyway. My Evan makes plenty of money to provide for you.” “I enjoy my work,” retorted Emily. “I find it fulfilling.” “And you’re fine with her working like this?” Mrs. Fitzgerald asked, turning to her son. “Of course,” Evan answered. “Emily is very good at what she does, and I’m proud of her.” “Pish posh!” snorted Mrs. Fitzgerald. “She would be making better use of her time accompanying me to the salon.” “Salon?” asked Emily. “To meet with the hairdresser who’s going to be fixing your hair on your wedding day for a trail run,” Mrs. Fitzgerald explained. “Oh I’m cool with whatever the hair stylist wants to do,” replied Emily. “I don’t need a trail run. It’s just hair.” “Just hair!” Mrs. Fitzgerald screeched. “Emily, how you look on your wedding day will be one of the most important things that you ever do in your entire life.” “Uh okay,” Emily mumbled, though she could think of plenty of things far more important. “How do you plan on wearing it?” asked Mrs. Fitzgerald. She made her over to Emily and began to shove her fingers in her hair. “Maybe down in curls,” replied Emily. She would never say this to anyone, but that was the way that Cliff always had liked it. Mrs. Fitzgerald frowned. “You can’t wear your hair down. It won’t look good with your veil. You should wear it up in a French knot.” “I’ll look like an old lady,” laughed Emily. “With your hair down in curls you will look like a twelve-year-old,” Mrs. Fitzgerald quipped. “Speaking of twelve-year-olds, where is that precocious little imp of your ex boyfriend’s?” “Cecily,” said Emily, annoyed at how Mrs. Fitzgerald had referred to her daughter. “Is still upstairs sleeping.” “Well tell her to get up out of bed!” Mrs. Fitzgerald exclaimed. “The girl is in London for the very first time and she’s sleeping away her vacation?” “This is the first day that Cecily has slept in,” replied Emily. “We were all up kind of late last night.” “I’m sure that her punk rocker father let’s her stay up into the wee hours of the night, and then let’s her sleep all day,” Mrs. Fitzgerald quipped. “He’s not a punk rocker,” said Emily. “He’s a thrash metal bassist and a successful producer.” “Humph!” snorted Mrs. Fitzgerald as she helped herself to some tea. “Just hurry and wake the girl up so that we can attend to our errands. I have a hair appointment for the both of you with the stylist at eleven.” “But I have sketches to finish,” Emily stammered. “I don’t really care!” shot Mrs. Fitzgerald. “Now quit being ungrateful for all that I am doing for you, and get the little girl up! She shouldn’t be sleeping this late anyway.” “It’s not that late,” Emily muttered to herself as she made her way up the stairs to Cecily’s room. “It’s only ten. Cliff sometimes would sleep until four in the afternoon.” She made her way over to Cecily’s door and gently knocked on it. “Cecily honey,” she called. “Evan’s mother says that you have to get up now.” Nothing. “Cecily!” Emily tried again. “Get up! We’re going to go to a hair salon. Would you fancy that?” No answer. Cecily had always been pretty good about getting up in the mornings. Cliff had always been a fuck load harder to drag out of bed. This was very unlike Cecily. Perhaps she wasn’t feeling very well. Emily opened the door, letting herself into the room. She found that the bed was empty. Unmade, and empty. “Gracious providence!” she gasped at the sight of the Cecilyless bed. “She’s gone!” Emily immediately fell to the floor to look under the bed, even though she knew that it was stupid. Why the fuck would Cecily be under the bed? “Cecily Virginia Burton!” she yelled sternly as she got up. “This is not funny! You come out this instant, from wherever the hell you are!” There was nothing. “Emily!” Evan gasped as he came running into the room at the sound of Emily’s shrieking. “Whatever is the matter?” “Cecily’s missing!” Emily replied as she dashed down the hallway to check the bathroom. “What do you mean she’s missing?” Evan bumbled as he followed Emily. “She’s gone!” Emily yelled. “She’s disappeared!” “Oh don’t be silly Emily,” Evan laughed. “She can’t be gone.” “Do you fucking see her anywhere?” Emily roared, nearly biting off Evan’s head. She didn’t mean to be so bitchy but she was terrified. Her heart was pounding, and she had the most sickened and upset feeling in the bottom of her stomach that she had ever had in her entire life. “Her pajamas are here,” pointed out Evan as he gestured to the chair where Cecily’s pajamas and robe sat folded very neatly. “She must have gotten up early, dressed, and went for a walk,” he suggested. “It’s raining out!” quipped Emily. “She wouldn’t go out walking in the rain.” “Some people like going out for walks in the rain,” replied Evan. “Not my Cecily,” shot Emily. “How do you know?” retorted Evan. “Because she constantly complains about how her hair is frizzy enough,” returned Emily. “She’s not going to go out waltzing in the rain, getting it all wet! Don’t you stupid, big, dumb, men ever think of such things?” As soon as she had said it, she felt bad. It wasn’t Evan’s fault that Cecily had turned up missing. “I’m sorry Evan,” Emily moaned as she sat down on the bed. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. It’s just that Cecily, my little girl, is gone!” She broke down into tears. Evan went to her immediately, taking her into his arms. “I’m sure that she just went out somewhere,” he said. “Maybe she went to go get a cup of coffee or something.” “What if she was kidnapped?” cried Emily, as she buried her face in Evan’s shoulder. “Whoever did it will wonder who gave her weed,” Evan replied, though Emily didn’t find it quite so funny. She burst into another wave of tears. Evan gave her another squeeze. “I’ll go out and look for her,” he said. “I’ll check the entire neighborhood. I’ll go into every coffee house, every shop, every restaurant, and ask around. Meanwhile, you should call Cliff. Maybe she called him earlier this morning, and told her where she went.” Emily nodded, as Evan wiped away some of her tears. In California it would be two in the morning right now. Most normal people would be asleep, but Cliff was probably up getting stoned out of his mind with his aunt. Cecily could have possibly called him. “If he doesn’t know anything, I’m going to have to call the authorities,” Emily murmured. Still somewhat sobbing, she made her way down the stairs, Evan following her. He threw on his coat. “If you could Dearest,” he said to Emily. “Call the people at my office and let them know that I’ll be late.” “Thank you Evan,” said Emily. “For doing this.” “I’m worried about Cecily too,” Evan replied as he took out an umbrella. “I’ve grown rather fond of the girl. She’s a dreamer. There aren’t many people left in the world who are quite like her.” “What is going on?” Mrs. Fitzgerald demanded as came over to them. “Cecily’s missing,” replied Evan. “I’m going out to look for her.” “Where is she?” asked Mrs. Fitzgerald. “Stuffed up someone’s ass!” retorted an exasperated Emily. “We don’t know. That’s why she’s missing.” “Don’t you keep track of her?” asked Mrs. Fitzgerald. “You can’t just have a twelve-year-old girl gallivant around London like a wild pixie. They’re child predators out there you know.” This sent Emily back into hysterics. “Thanks Mum,” Evan quipped. “Well it’s only true Evan,” snapped his mother. “You guys have got to keep a better eye on her. I guess that it’s a good thing that you two won’t be able to have children of your own. You can’t even watch another person’s child for two days, let alone raise your own child.” The words hit Emily hard, like being kicked in the stomach by a giant horse. She buried her head in her hands as she cried. “How dare you day that!” Evan snarled at his mother. “Emily and I love Cecily, and we were taking very good care of her. I’m sure that she just went out somewhere. I’ll find her, I’ll bring her back, and then we’ll sit her down and have a little talk with her about going out without permission, so why don’t you just shut that hole that’s in your face!” “Why I never!” Mrs. Fitzgerald gasped. “Emily has lived too long in the United States. She has that hard, crass, American mouth on her, and it’s rubbing off on you.” “Oh Yeah?” snorted Evan. “I guess that it has. Fuck you!” He flipped his mother off, though he did have quite the bit of trouble getting the middle finger to go up without the ring finger going up with it. Mrs. Fitzgerald stood there dumbfounded, gawking in a combination of disgust and amazement. “Now,” said Evan as he made his way out the door. “I have a little girl to go out and find…” |
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| Shayi | January 28, 2008, 5:29 am Post #255 |
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Holy shit so so many developments. And just for the record, over here we do use pounds and pence I adored the part with Kirk - being the true brains behind Metallica. Fabulous And Cecily's hotel room sounds sumptuous and absolutely wonderful! It's pretty cool since last weekend I was staying in a gorgeous hotel in London However, not as insanely beautiful as Cecily's room! And fair play to Mr Kirk putting his actress on hold - although I thought that she took it wonderfully, totally coolly sitting there filing her nails! There is so much that's gone on in this story since before the weekend! Crazy. And Cheyenne, I think she's a marvellous character, absolutely marvellous. Crazy, but not in a nasty way - just funny crazy. And hell - at least Cliff's getting some! Always gotta be a good thing. So many twists and turns, what with Emily finally admitting to Cess that she loves Cliff (although I really do feel sorry for Evan, he's such a nice chap - especially now that he's back chatting that evil old witch of a mother of his!). This story just gets better and better. I can't tell you just how fantastic I think it is. Even if it's a really shitty day - this just totally perks up my day. You are one of the best Metallica authors on the net, truly, truly awesome. So go you.
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And she's jealous of Cecily. She's starting to sound like another Clarisse
At least Cliff was honest about his intentions



Poor Cecily, my parents fought like that before they got divorced
she's disturbed
I hope this all works out
And it thrilled me she doesn't love Evan !!(at the same time I feel sorry for him...
, awesome descriptions!!
And it's part of plan to bring Cliff and Emily together so Cecily now links pleasure with some kind of work

8:42 PM Jul 10