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Daughter of the Year; Ze Sequel to Father of the Year
Topic Started: December 14, 2007, 12:15 am (11,142 Views)
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Hmm, are they getting soft on us? :wink
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Who knows? :biggrin Hmm...dirty thought in my head right now :lol:
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You naughty girls with your dirty thoughts. :P
We'll see how long the not arguing lasts. :lol: :lol: I love writing arguementive people. :lol:






Chapter Eighty-Six


The first that Emily did after she got up the next morning was open up the phonebook. It would be faster to call the bakeries looking for Claudia than to traipse around Copenhagen trying to visit them all. As she found the listings for bakeries her heart sank. There had to at least be a hundred of them, and that wasn’t even looking at the ones on the outskirts of town. They’d never find Claudia, and they might very well never find Cecily. She began to slowly make her way down the list, but no one seemed to know any Claudia Mickelson. One bakery owner claimed that the name sounded familiar.

“I think I know her,” he said. “But she doesn’t work here. I can tell you that she was the best that I ever had.”

Meanwhile, Cliff had gone out to get some coffee. He decided that he probably should bring Emily back something so he bought her a tea.

“Any luck?” he asked as he entered the room.

Emily shook her head as she leafed through the phone book. “I’ve called twenty bakeries so far. Only forty million more to go.”

“You’ll need this,” said Cliff as he handed her the tea.

“Thanks,” Emily replied as she took the warm tea cup. “You poison it?”

“Maybe,” answered Cliff as he grabbed his cigarettes and lit one much to Emily’s disdain. Caffeine and nicotine! He was sure as hell going to need it today. Emily took a sip of her tea.

“English Breakfast,” she murmured. “My favorite.”

“I know,” shrugged Cliff.

“You remembered,” said Emily.

“You drank it like every fucking day for six years,” retorted Cliff.

Emily tried five more bakeries and got nothing. “We’re never going to find her,” she sighed as she heavy heartedly dialed the number to yet another bakery. “She’s probably on maternity leave.”

“Or she’s off taking it in the ass somewhere,” answered Cliff.

“Must you be so crude?” Emily snapped.

“It’s true,” said Cliff. “The woman is a whore.”

“I actually agree with you on that one,” Emily sighed as she tried another bakery.

“Hello?” said a voice at the other end of the phone.

“Excuse me,” said Emily. “But I was wondering does a Claudia Mickelson work here by any chance?”

“This is her,” said the voice, immediately sounding nervous.

Emily almost pissed herself. “It’s her,” she mouthed to Cliff. Cliff immediately grabbed the phone out of Emily’s hands and took it.

“Give it back Cliff!” Emily hissed as she tried to grab it back.

Cliff smacked her hand. “No!” he mouthed.

Emily flipped him off, grabbed her purse, and stalked out of the hotel room. Fuck him! That particular bakery was just down the street. She’d talk to Claudia herself. How dare Cliff cut her out of this? After all, she had been the one who had found where Claudia worked.

“Emily!” Cliff squealed, but then turned his attention back to the phone. Claudia must have thought that he was a collections agency calling because she was rambling away.

“I’m trying my best,” she was saying. “I promise to have whatever you need by Friday.”

“Huh?” Cliff asked.

“Aren’t you looking for money?” Claudia asked. “Look. Please don’t throw me out. I’m trying my very best but you can’t put me out on the street. I’m going to have a child next month, and I already have a little boy. Their father is in jail. Please show some mercy.”

“At least you know who their father is,” said Cliff coldly. “Unlike with your daughter.”

Claudia got really quiet for a few seconds. “Who is this?” she demanded.

“If you tell me where Cecily is, I’ll give you whatever money that you need to pay your rent,” bribed Cliff. “Where is she?”

“Who is this?” Claudia asked.

“Where’s Cecily?” Cliff demanded.

“I, I, don’t know,” Claudia stammered, her voice sounding shell socked and confused. “I haven’t seen nor heard from her in six years. She lives with her father,” Claudia elaborated. “She lives with her father in the United States.”

Cliff was taken aback. He wasn’t prepared for an answer like that coming from Claudia. He had thought that she would say something along the lines of “she lives with some asshole in the United States,” but Claudia had actually referred to him as Cecily’s father.

“You haven’t seen her lately?” Cliff asked.

“No!” shouted Claudia. “Now who is this?”

“She never came by your apartment to see you?” Cliff asked again.

“No,” answered Claudia. “She’s never even written to me. She was a rather thankless little girl.”

“That’s because you treated her like shit,” Cliff snarled. “She has nothing to thank you for.”

“Who is this?” Claudia again ordered. “How’d you find out where I work? What do you want from me?”

“You’re positive that you haven’t seen Cecily?” asked Cliff.

“If you don’t tell me who you are, I’m going to call the police,” Claudia threatened. “How dare you tell me that Cecily has nothing to thank me for?” she demanded. “I signed her away. I gave her away so that she could have a much better life than the one that I could give her. Cecily will get to go on to do things and go to places that I will never get to see, and it’s all because I gave her up, and I did it because I love her.”

“How long have you been rehearsing that speech Claudia?” Cliff spat, clearly unmoved.

Just then, Emily walked through the door of the bakery. Claudia immediately hung up the phone. She recognized her right away. It also dawned on her that it was Cliff that she had been talking to. What was going on? She looked Emily up and down. The little British slut! How dare she come strolling in with some fancy leather jacket on? Emily took a good look at Claudia, and tried not to gasp. You could tell that was indeed the same girl, but she looked very different from how she did six years ago. For one thing she was pregnant, but beyond that the poor girl looked like she had been having one hell of a rough time. She was actually a couple of years younger than Emily but she looked older, with dark, tired, circles under her eyes.

“What do you want?” she asked coldly.

“Is this how you treat your customers?” Emily asked.

“What is going on?” snapped Claudia. “Don’t tell me that Cliff has decided that he wants to take my son away too.”

“Does he like the Misfits?” Emily asked.

“The what?” said Claudia, making a face.

“That’s what I thought,” Emily quipped. She took a deep breath. She knew that she had to word this carefully. They did not want Claudia to know that Cecily was missing. It would make them look like horrible parents. What if Claudia tried to take Cecily back?

“We thought that Cecily may have tried to go and find you,” she said finally. “She replied back to the letter that you sent.”

“She did?” said Claudia.

“You never got it did you?” said Emily.

Claudia shook her head. She seemed almost embarrassed having Emily hovering over her, reminding her about what a shitty mother she had been.

“No,” said Claudia. “I doubt that Cliff would have given it to her. He pretty much turned Cecily against me.”

No he didn’t, thought Emily. You turned Cecily against yourself. But she wasn’t there to chastise or ridicule Claudia, so she kept her mouth shut. They had found out all that they needed to from Claudia. If they hurried, they could make the three o’clock flight back to England. Back home to Evan.

Just then, Cliff burst through the doors of the bakery like a whirlwind. His long, un brushed, hair flying out in all directions in the wind. Upon seeing Cliff, Claudia frowned. There was no one else on the entire planet that she despised more than him. He looked ridiculous in that suede fringed jacket and cowboy hat. Lord only knew what he was dressing her daughter in.

“Hello Claudia,” Cliff said coldly. “I was the one who called earlier.”

“I guessed that,” snapped Claudia.

“I’ve already talked to her,” said Emily. “We can leave now.”

“What’s going on?” Claudia asked. “Did Cecily run away or something? I would too if I had to live with you.”

“Just what the fuck do you mean by that?” Cliff roared. He reached across the bakery counter and pulled Claudia close to him by her collar.

“Don’t you touch me!” Claudia yelped. “I’m pregnant!”

“Like you really give a fuck about it. It’s just another mouth to feed,” Cliff sneered. “I want you to know that because of the love and guidance I have given her, your daughter will grow up to be something. She gets good marks in school, and she’s responsible. She’ll get accepted into college, and she’s going to make something of herself, and it’s all thanks to me!”

“What about me?” put in Emily.

“Shut the fuck up Emily!” Cliff screeched.

“Fuck you Cliff!” Emily shot. “You’re doing it again! You’re taking all the credit for Cecily without giving me any of it! And how dare you tell me to shut up as if I’m some mere child?”

“Is this is what Cecily has had to deal with?” Claudia spat. “You guys constantly fighting?”

“It’s better than life with you,” Cliff snarled. “Dating deadbeats who get them selves thrown in jail!”

“What do you want from me Cliff?” Claudia asked. “I let you take my daughter, my world, my entire life. Can’t you just leave me alone?”

“She hasn’t seen Cecily,” Emily informed him. “Let’s leave.”

“I ain’t fucking finished yet!” Cliff ranted. “I want to speak my peace.”

He turned to Claudia who was looking rather forlorn, miserable, and even a bit scared. A pissed off Cliff Burton was a rather scary sight.

“I don’t know what kind of fucked up bullshit you were trying to pull by sending my daughter a letter,” Cliff snarled.

“Can’t I write to my little girl?” Claudia asked.

“You didn’t fucking want to write to her,” Cliff shot. “You wanted to use her as your fucking piggy bank! Why didn’t you just fuck her right in the ass Claudia? It motherfucking broke her heart when she read that letter. Was it too much for you to take the extra second and write that you miss her? That you love her? That you give a rat’s ass about her?”

“You don’t understand what I’ve been through Cliff,” Claudia blubbered, as she broke down into tears.

“Yeah?” Cliff snorted. “Well Cecily’s life hasn’t been no picnic either, and mostly because of you. You hurt my little girl, and for that reason I will never forgive you.”

He turned to Emily. “Come on!” he barked at her. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He stalked out of the bakery, leaving Emily alone with a sobbing Claudia.

Emily was a whirlwind of emotions. She had no idea what to do. She felt that Cliff had just been kind of a dick to her again but she’d deal with him later.

The last thing that she wanted to do was console a weeping Claudia. Claudia had done her share of hurting Emily in the past. Emily wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. She turned to leave.

“Wait!” Claudia cried.

Emily stopped and turned around.

“Don’t go yet,” said Claudia. She wiped her tears on her apron and made her way out from behind the pastry counter, and over to Emily. “You wouldn’t happen to, to,” she blubbered.

“I wouldn’t happen to what?” asked Emily, in an annoyed and short tone.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a picture of Cecily with you?” Claudia blurted out through tears.

“I do,” answered Emily.

“Could I see it?” begged Claudia. “Please? Even just for a second? I know that I signed away my rights as a mother, but contrary to what Cliff believes I still do think about her from time to time.”

Emily bit her lip. She really needed to get out of there, especially if she wanted to make that three o’clock flight, but Claudia was pregnant and crying and just seemed so pathetic. With a sigh, she reached into her purse and pulled out Cecily’s latest school picture.

Claudia gasped. “Oh my!” she breathed. She wiped at her eyes. “She’s so pretty,” she whispered. “That’s a cute outfit that she’s wearing.”

“Thank you,” said Emily breezily. “I bought it for her.”

She pressed the picture to her heart. “May I keep it?” she asked.

“I guess so,” Emily stammered. She hated giving away one of her favorite pictures of Cecily, but what was she supposed to do? Her mother had asked for it, and would probably never see her again personally. “I have to go now,” Emily said quickly.

“Could you tell Cecily something from me,” said Claudia who was still looking at the picture.

“What?” asked Emily.

“Tell her that I’m proud of her,” responded Claudia. “The very thought that I have a daughter who gets to wear such fine clothes, and who has a very good chance of going to college is a big deal to me. Tell her that she’s the best thing that I ever did, and she turned out a hell of a lot better than I did.”

Emily nodded, and then hurried out the door, leaving Claudia by her lonesome.

Claudia caressed the one and only picture of her daughter that she had. “She might belong to Cliff,” she whispered. “But she has my eyes...”
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I CAN"T FRIGGIN' BELIEVE THIS!!!!!!!!!! :o
Claudia,so caressing with Cecily?? omfg,did someone give her weed? :lol: The last line was so sweet! :P And it was a good thing Emily did...although Claudia is a slut with a license, she is Cess's biological mother :)

As for Cliff...well...the main idea :lol: Crazy,stubborn and drugged with nicotine and caffeine :lol:

This is way better than Father Of The Year! :horns: :heart: :horns2 Both masterpieces,though! :horns:
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Yikes, back again.

Well you did something that I never ever thought that you could. You made me feel really sorry for Claudia. I know I know, she's a ho-bag and frequently a very bad person, but the way you portrayed her as seen through Emily's eyes at the end of their conversation there, I really felt pity for her. So congratulations, I didn't think that would happen :)

Added to this - I found it absolutely hilarious having the 'asshole barrier' not only was the terminology hilarious but the very idea of it altogether. Man sometimes those two squabble more than a pair of kids - just with a few more 'fucks and shits' thrown in and a lot more cigarettes and booze.

Which kinda leads me on to my other comment - that the dialogue and the interaction between Cliff and Emily in these last two chapters has been absolutely superb. They go backwards and forwards and the actions always perfectly complement and fall in with the dialogue so the whole thing seems so natural and reads along at a rollicking pace. So there we are - I think that that is absolutely brilliant.

Not to mention, good to see that Cliff and Emily are *sort of* getting on here and there - at least now and again they can strike a balance for the greater good. There's the saying that 'there's a very thin line between love and hate'. I really do think that Cliff and Emily perfectly encapsulate that.
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Ashley, you actually made me feel sorry for Claudia, congratulations :) I think she's grown up, she's not the same slut she was back then. I feel very sorry for her kids, they're going to grow up poor with no dad :(
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Simone- Thank you for calling this a masterpiece. You made my day and you rock! :horns:

Shayi- Your comment made me smile. Thank you so much. I love writing Emicliff as I call them. :lol:

Vanessa- I think maybe Claudia may have grown up some too. But still, if I were Cecily I'd rather live with Cliff. :lol:



This chapter kind of blows. :(


Chapter Eighty-Seven


Evan had never been so emotionally drained in his entire life. He had spent the entire day riding around with the horny police dude and two smelly police dogs, which was mind boggling in its own right. Put looking for a missing little girl on top of it all, and you have pure hell. He had just returned home from his long day when the phone rang.

“Hello?” he said glumly into the phone.

“Is this Evan Fitz-shit-for-balls?” asked the voice on the other end.

Evan sighed. “What do you want Cliff?” he snarled.

“I’m just calling to inform you that Emily and I are going to catch the three o’clock flight home,” said Cliff. “You can send home the strippers.”

“Don’t be an ass Cliff,” snapped Evan. “For your information I’ve been out searching for Cecily non stop the entire day. They’ve turned the police dogs on the search and everything.”

“Well it’s not like I’ve been sitting on my ass for the entire time either,” retorted Cliff.

“Did you accomplish anything?” Evan asked.

“Not really,” Cliff admitted. “We found Claudia, but she doesn’t know anything.”

“You guys wasted all of that time and money for nothing,” sighed Evan. If Cecily wasn’t with her mother, her fate was probably pretty grim.

“We didn’t waste it,” Cliff argued, immediately becoming annoyed.

What the fuck? Did Evan actually think that he was off in Denmark having a nice little getaway for himself? Well two could play his little game. Cliff quickly looked over his shoulder to make sure that Emily wasn’t standing right there. She was sitting over by their flight’s gate. He was safe.

“Actually,” Cliff went on. “Emily and I had a very nice time. We sorted out our issues, and I think that we’ve started the beginning of a beautiful friendship for ourselves.”

Cliff knew that wasn’t the case. Maybe they had started to, but Emily was again pissed at him for how he had acted in front of Claudia. For some dumb reason, she had gotten offended when he had told her to “shut the fuck up.” Women could be so sensitive sometimes.

“Oh yeah?” Evan asked, sounding weary.

“Yeah,” said Cliff. “You see during the night, Emily started to really miss Cecily and she was crying and shit. I could understand how she feels because Cecily’s my little girl and my everything. I think that we really bonded over the fact that we both miss Cecily so much.”

“I miss Cecily too!” cut in Evan.

“Yeah, but let’s face it. You had three days to get to know Cecily. Emily and I have had six years,” replied Cliff. “Cecily is always going to link us together. Oh shit! I have to go. My flight is boarding now.” And with that he hung up the phone.

Take that Evan Fitzgerald! he thought with great satisfaction. However, at the same time the nice, angelic, side of Cliff kicked in. He knew what he had done wasn’t exactly fair to Evan, and it wasn’t fair to Emily. It might even cause problems between the two. Evan had been nothing but kind to Cecily, and he had headed her huge and growing London search party. For a man who had only known the kid for a few days he was doing everything in his power to find her, and Cliff knew that he had just been rather mean to the poor guy.

“Cliff!” Emily bellowed from across the terminal. “Get your ass over here! I’m not waiting for you to board the flight! You can stay in Denmark for all I care!”

“I’m coming!” Cliff hollered back as he grabbed his duffel bag. “Quit screeching at me like a fucking fishwife!”

“Here,” Emily said coldly as she stuffed his boarding pass into his hand. “You’re sitting in the back of the plane. My seat is up near the front. I’ll see you in London.”

And with that, she flounced on through the jet way. Cliff sighed. Evan had nothing to worry about. They hadn’t bonded in the least. Actually, just the opposite had happened.

***
As if he were in a daze Evan hung up the phone. Emily and Cliff’s bonding must have happened over the night because when he had talked to her yesterday evening, Emily had nothing but negative things and insults to say about Cliff. God, what if they had slept together? They were sharing a room, and they had been lovers for six years. There could easily still be an attraction between the two of them. Evan had trusted Emily and that was why he had let her go off to Denmark alone with Cliff, but he was realizing that had been very stupid of him. Cliff was right. Cecily would always link the two of them together. They were both greatly missing Cecily, both vulnerable, both needy for love. It was quite possible that Emily had turned to Cliff for one night. The very thought made Evan feel absolutely sick.

Kirk with Cheyenne following him around like a lost puppy came into the room. Cheyenne could immediately tell that Evan looked rather upset.
“What’s wrong?” she asked as she began to give Kirk, who was holding Queen Victoria, a neck rub.

“I think that I’m losing Emily,” Evan replied, solemnly.

“She’s just cranky because she’s under a lot of stress right now,” said Kirk. “I’m sure that she still loves you.” He broke away from Cheyenne’s grasp. Man. Her neck rubs were painful.

“It’s not that,” said Evan. “I think that Cliff and Emily did a little more in Copenhagen last night than just look for Claudia.”

“They probably went to the Danish wedding cookie store,” said Kirk. Speaking of cookies, he needed to find some food for Cecily. He hadn’t been to feed her yet today, and he knew that she’d be starving. She was like having a pet. As Evan and Cheyenne talked, he began to sneakily make his way into the pantry. Perhaps there would be something for Cecily that he could swipe without anyone noticing. One thing that he knew for sure was that he was ecstatic to get the fuck away from Cheyenne. She had been hovering around him all day begging to cut off a lock of his hair for her to keep.

“Cliff and Emily were together for a long time,” Evan said to Cheyenne as Kirk delicately slipped away, taking Queen Victoria with him. “They were practically married,” he went on. “I was stupid letting them go to Denmark together. I should have gone with him instead.”

“No,” answered Cheyenne. “You two would have ended up killing each other.”

“I’ve waited my whole, entire, life for a woman like Emily, and I don’t know why Cliff has to come and wreck everything,” Evan complained as he flopped down into a chair. “I love Emily more than anything, more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life.”

Cheyenne was quiet. She didn’t know what to say. She knew that Cliff still loved her, after all, he had told her so, but she had no idea whoEmily loved. Still, she really felt sorry for Evan. She knew what it was like to be in love with someone, and not have them return the same feelings.

“I know how you feel,” she said kindly.

“You do?” Evan asked.

Cheyenne nodded. “I love Jason Newsted with all of my soul, but I was only just another body to him.”

“Oh Cheyenne!” Evan exclaimed. “You don’t understand in the least! What you had going on with Jason was some sick groupie fetish! Emily was someone that I wanted to grow old with.”

“I wanted to grow old with Jason,” Cheyenne retorted. “Or with Cliff. Or with James. Especially James.”

Kirk poked his curly little head into the room. It looked like Cheyenne and Evan were engaged in a pretty intense discussion. He carefully slipped some biscuits into the knapsack that he had been carrying, and began to raid the refrigerator, as Queen Victoria watched him with great interest.

“You’d take up with anyone as long as they were in Metallica,” Evan retorted. “I on the other hand, don’t want any other woman. I want Emily and Emily only.”

“You really, really, love her don’t you?” asked Cheyenne.

“Yes,” Evan nodded. “I’d give my right arm for her. I’d give my life for her.”

Wow, thought Cheyenne. Emily is really lucky to have such a caring man. He really, truly, honestly loves her. Not to mention she got Cliff in the sack too. I’ll never find a man who loves me as much as Evan loves her.

At that point Kirk had discovered an entire Shepherd’s pie to take to Cecily along with a jar of suet meat. He wasn’t sure whether or not she would eat it, but he could at least offer it to her. As he stuffed them into his knapsack, he noticed that up on the very top pantry shelf there was a box of beautiful fruit tarts that Mrs. Fitzgerald had bought. They were absolutely lovely with angelically buttery scalloped crusts, and heaping with creamy custard. Each tart was overflowing with blueberries, kiwis, and strawberries so big and shiny that Kirk could even see his own reflection in them. Kirk wasn’t sure about the suet meat, but he knew for a fact that Cecily would absolutely adore a fruit tart. He just had to swipe one for her and maybe one for himself too.

Kirk set his knapsack down on the floor of the pantry and as if he were climbing the jungle gym on the school playground, he began to climb up the pantry shelves.

“I’m really sorry Evan,” Cheyenne replied as she gave him a hug. “Don’t judge Emily yet. Hear her side of the story first. I’m positive that she adores you.”

“Thanks Cheyenne,” said Evan. “I hope so, because I’m so in love with her. I don’t know what I’d do if Emily ever left me. Probably go off into the woods and wither away and die.” He smiled at Cheyenne and gave her hand a squeeze. “You know Cheyenne,” he went on. “You’re a special lady yourself. Someday one of the guys in Metallica is going to realize that, and love you for who you are.”

“Ha!” Cheyenne snorted. “I thought that Jason did, but apparently he doesn’t. No. I know very well that Metallica isn’t into marrying their groupies. They may lay with them, but they never marry them. That’s alright though. I know that I’m a bit crazy, and no one is going to be crazy enough to marry me.”

“You’re very wrong Cheyenne,” Evan replied. “A man would be crazy not to marry you.”

The two looked at each other, their eyes locked. Cheyenne couldn’t help but feel a warm sensation rising up from somewhere deep inside of her. She had had that same very feeling for various members and ex members of Metallica many a time, but never for a non band member.

The two were diverted out of their thoughts by the sound of something like dishes or china shattering.

Kirk had made it all the way to just about the top shelf. He couldn’t see the box of tarts too well because he was reaching up from the shelf underneath, but he could feel around with his hand. As he began to feel around the shelf, his hand accidentally hit one of Emily’s teacups, sending it cascading off of the shelf and onto the floor. In his shock and horror, Kirk lost his balance and fell splat on his back right on the floor of the pantry.

Queen Victoria ran over towards him.

“Are you coming to see if I’m alright Queen Victoria?” he asked weakly.

Queen Victoria barely even looked at Kirk. She walked right over him, and over to his open knapsack that was lying on the floor. She began to raid it greedily, like birds and insects feasting off of a dead deer carcass on the side of the road on a July afternoon in Texas.

Evan and Cheyenne made their way to the pantry at once.

“What in God’s name is going on in here?” Evan wondered aloud. He frowned at Emily’s broken teacup.

Just then, Queen Victoria pulled out the shepherd’s pie and a bunch of the biscuits out of the knapsack.

“Hey!” Evan screeched at the dog. “Get out of there!

Queen Victoria poked her head out of the knapsack. She was holding the entire shepherd’s pie in her mouth. She gave Evan and Kirk the “fuck you” look and then ran out of the room taking the pie with her. Evan immediately grabbed the knapsack up off the floor and peered inside of it discovering the fruit, biscuits, tin of tea, and jar of suet meat that Kirk had swiped.

“Kirk, why are you stealing from my pantry?” he asked. “This is Emily’s tea, and my jar of suet. You mean to tell me that with all of the albums Metallica is selling at the moment, and being constantly splattered on MTV, you don’t have enough money to buy your own food?”

“I just thought that I might be hungry later,” Kirk stammered as he slowly got up off of the floor. “A real, English, shepherd’s pie will hit the spot perfectly come midnight,” he added hopefully.

Cheyenne frowned. “But you’re a vegetarian,” she said. “As I recall, you’re a staunch vegetarian. You wouldn’t eat shepherd’s pie or suet meat if your mother’s life depended on it.”

Kirk’s heart sank. How in the hell was he ever going to get himself out of this one? He had really gotten himself into quite the spot. He had forgotten about the fact that Cheyenne knew everything there was to know regarding his band. Every single time that someone in Metallica took a shit, Cheyenne knew about it, and she definitely knew Kirk’s eating habits.

“Kirk, why are you stealing food?” Evan demanded.

“Can’t a man be hungry?” Kirk retorted as he innocently played with one of his raven colored, bouncy, sausage, curls.

“You just ate a big meal an hour ago,” said Evan.

“I know,” Kirk bumbled, growing even redder by the second. “But you see, I have this metabolic disease like a tapeworm and I have to eat food constantly, or else I’ll get severely underweight and die.”

“This must be some new disease,” spat Cheyenne. “It was only two weeks ago you were complaining that you even look at food and you gain weight. Remember? I even suggested getting a dual gym membership with you.”

Kirk hung his head. His web of silky curls hiding his face. Cheyenne and Emily’s blasted dog were ruining his fine crafted plan.

“Kirk,” Evan barked as he folded his arms across his chest. “What the hell is going on?”
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Damn. I typed out a whole long comment and what did my damned computer do? Fuck it up and get rid of everything!

Anyway let's try again. That part with Kirk tumbling from the shelves made me laugh so much - you knew that it was inevitable from the moment he saw that tart up there, but the suspense of waiting for it to happen awesome. I didn't know that you coudl write the feeling of something inevitable happening in slow motion, but apparently you just did! Fabuloso!

As for Cliff - oh man what a muppet. Not only is Evan now upset (which I feel sorry for him because he obviously really does love Emily poor chappy), but when Emily finds out I have a feeling that she might well beat him to death with whatever happens to come to hand first. And to be perfectly blunt, I don't necessarily blame her too much, Cliff is being rather quite provoking isn't he!

As fir Kirk once more, he really really should never ever be allowed a pet! Poor, Cess, I'd be hella pissed and hella hungry if I was her....

However, he should also never attempt to be a criminal mastermind either - those excuses were damned well laughable - and Cheyenne I don't think helped that much. I couldn't stop laughing while I was reading his attempts to weasel out of it all. Fantastic chapter!
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"However, at the same time the nice, angelic, side of Cliff kicked in..." :o :o :o *leaning to pick her jaw up from the floor* I'm joking :lol: I feel kind of sorry for Cliff :( Guess he would love it when what he told to Evan was true :(
And poor Evan too :( But did something awoke between Cheyenne and him? :wink
"Queen Victoria ran over towards him.

“Are you coming to see if I’m alright Queen Victoria?” he asked weakly.

Queen Victoria barely even looked at Kirk. She walked right over him, and over to his open knapsack that was lying on the floor. She began to raid it greedily, like birds and insects feasting off of a dead deer carcass on the side of the road on a July afternoon in Texas." :lol: :lol: hahaha, I loved that.

but Kirk got himself in big trouble now... I can't wait to see if the truth about Cecily's missing will come out now :o
And the part with Claudia was pretty dramatic. Actually I felt sorry for her too. With all she's done wrong it would be good if she managed to get herself together....
Awesomeness!!! :heart:
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Uh oh, Kirk, you're in trouble :biggrin How's he going to explain this one? :wink And those excuses were lame, he's a vegetarian, they don't eat shephard's pie :lol: Hmm, is there something going on between Cheyenne and Evan? :heart:
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Vanessa- I'd say that Kirk is definitely in a pickle at the moment. :lol:

Maggie- Your comment made me smile. I'm glad that you like my Queen Victoria. Dogs can be pigs.

Shayi- I'd be hungry too if I were Cecily. I'm sorry about your computer fucking things up. Thank you for retyping your comment. It made my day. :)


Chapter Eighty-Eight


“Emily wait up!” Cliff screeched as he staggered and stumbled (very much drunk again) his way through the airport.

Emily ignored him. Once their plane had landed in London, she had done absolutely nothing to wait for Cliff who had been sitting towards the back of the plane to catch up with her. Since Evan was so busy with Cecily’s search party, the plan was for Cliff and Emily to catch a cab back to Emily’s house. Cliff could get his own fucking cab. She had had enough of that man.

She jumped onto the escalator, only to find that the people that were in front of her were lazy assholes who had every intention of leisurely riding down the thing, instead of walking down it. There was no way around them. To Emily’s disdain, Cliff took the stairs that ran along right next to the escalator, and beat her to the bottom. As soon as Emily stepped off of the escalator, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off to the side, out of the flow of traffic.

“What the fuck happened to calling a truce and being all civil and shit?” Cliff snarled.

Emily could smell the alcohol on his breath. He had been drinking again. “Cliff,” she said sternly. “I just can’t be civil to you.”

“Why the hell not?” Cliff demanded.

“Because you’re an asshole!” replied Emily.

“Asshole?” Cliff repeated, his voice rising, causing onlookers to gawk at the scene. “I’m not the one who refuses to wait for the other person to get off of the plane.”

“You had no right to speak to me the way that you did in front of Claudia,” said Emily.

“Is this about me telling you to shut up?” Cliff asked. Emily nodded, her lip sneering into a very sour pout. “Well,” Cliff went on as he tossed his hair over his shoulder, and haughtily stuck his nose in the air. “If you weren’t always running your mouth off, then I wouldn’t have to tell you to shut up.”

“Running my mouth off?” Emily shrieked, her voice echoing throughout the airport terminal. “Standing up for my self while you take a giant shit all over me is running my mouth off?”

“How did I take a giant shit all over you Emily?” demanded Cliff as he dug around in his pockets for his cigarettes.

“You always take all of the credit for Cecily,” returned Emily. “You made it sound to Claudia as if you’re the only one that did anything in raising her. I thought that we had reached an agreement last night that Cecily’s success was attributed to the both of us.”

“Oh come on Emily!” snapped Cliff. He lit his cigarette. “That’s what this is all about? Who cares what Claudia thinks? Must you be so fucking petty?”

“Petty?” Emily repeated. “Remember back when Cecily was in the third grade and her essay had won a school wide essay contest, and she was asked to read it up on stage at a school banquet?”

“Kirk helped her write that essay,” shot Cliff.

“He did,” Emily agreed. “And he was also there to listen to her read it, along with myself. Where were you Cliff?”

Cliff just took a long drag on his cigarette, his anger and frustration reaching a boiling point. Emily went on

“You had taken some bad shrooms, and you were passed out in our bathroom, naked, in an empty bathtub!” she shouted.

“Must you tell the entire fucking airport Emily?” Cliff hissed through clenched teeth. “You want a fucking microphone? Better yet, let’s put it on the fucking loudspeaker.”

“And just who was left trying to explain to a devastated little eight-year-old girl why her
Daddy wasn’t there to hear her read her essay?” Emily shot. “Me!”

“And Kirk,” Cliff squeaked. “Look Emily,” he went on. “I felt really shitty about that, and I made it up to her. I bought her that stupid princess tea set that she wanted.”

“She much would have rather had her father there to hear her read her essay than the princess tea set,” said Emily. “Who blamed her for losing a ring that you were going to give to some bimbo that was banging some gnarly dude behind your back?” Emily fired again. “Who locked her up in her room with no food, and told her that a blood related daughter would never do such a thing? Who fucking dated some slut who you knowingly knew was rude and mean to your little daughter?”

“You’re such a fucking bitch Emily!” Cliff ranted, not liking having his mistakes pointed out to him. “I love Cecily. I love that kid more than any fucking thing in this entire world, and she has had a shit load of a better life with me than she would have with Claudia. You saw that!”

“But you do make mistakes Cliff,” Emily said firmly. “You’re not the perfect dad.”

“Well you’re nowhere near to being the perfect mom,” snapped Cliff. “You fucking took off and left her! You flew off to some foreign country without even saying goodbye.”

“That was because of something that went on between you and me Cliff!” said Emily. “It broke my heart to leave Cecily behind.”

“Good,” Cliff snarled coldly. He threw his finished cigarette butt onto the floor and stepped on it. “Get ready for your heart to break again because as soon as I find her, I’m taking Cecily back to California with me on the first flight possible, and I will never let her come over here to see you again!”

“You wouldn’t!” shouted Emily. “I’ve been a mother to that girl for six years, and she’s going to be my maid of honor.”

“You heard the police dude,” said Cliff. “I’m her guardian, and once she is found she’ll be returned to me, and not you. She’s going back to the United States.”

“You can’t just uproot her like that!” Emily yelled.

“I sure the fuck can!” snarled Cliff. “She’s my daughter!”

“No, she’s your ward,” Emily quipped.

“She likes me better than she likes you!” Cliff shot, taking pleasure in saying nasty things to Emily, but the pleasure only lasted for a brief second. He caught himself staring at her. He always had thought that Emily was her prettiest when she was angry. He realized that he had maybe gone too far. “I shouldn’t have said that,” he stammered.

“No,” agreed Emily. “You shouldn’t have!”

She took her purse and smacked Cliff over the head with it hard, with as much force as she could muster.

“Ouch!” Cliff yelped as he rubbed his head. “What the fuck do you carry around in there?”

“I hate you!” she screamed as she took off running out of the airport, and into the safety of a taxi.

“Yeah, yeah,” Cliff muttered as he rubbed his head. “I’ve heard that before.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and frowned. “Fuck,” he murmured. He had no British money left. Now just how in the hell was he supposed to get home?

***

“I keep telling you!” Kirk Hammett squawked. “I am a vegetarian but I do eat meat once in a while. The doctor says that I need the protein.”

“Oh yeah?’ snapped Evan.

Evan had been badgering poor, little, Kirk for the past two hours. Kirk had no choice but to sit in a chair in the middle of the kitchen trying to talk his way out of this. He wished that he were Lars. Lars could smooth talk his way out of anything, even jury duty.

“Honestly Evan,” Kirk squeaked. “I could smell the shepherd’s pie in the fridge, and it just smelled so good. I’ve been dreaming about eating a real, British, shepherd’s pie ever since I was a little boy.”

“Have you dreamt of eating suet meat too?” Evan snapped.

Kirk nodded, his web of spirally ink black curls bouncing back and forth. “Oh yes,” he replied.

“Then prove it,” said Evan. He opened the jar of suet meat and placed it with a fork right in front of Kirk. “Eat the whole damn thing,” he commanded.

“Now?” Kirk asked.

“Yes,” Evan replied curtly. “It’s your lifelong, childhood, dream.”

Kirk looked at the jar of slimy, seepage, meat that was staring back at him and shuddered. “The entire jar?” he asked meekly.

“The entire fucking jar,” Evan growled.

Cliff has sure rubbed off on him, Kirk thought. Or maybe it was Emily. She had developed a bit of a mouth on her too.

“Come on Kirk,” Evan said irritably. “Go on.”

He opened the jar of suet meat. Kirk looked up at Evan with his big brown puppy eyes, but sadly those eyes didn’t work on Evan. Kirk hadn’t had a bite of meat in over a year. What if it gave him gas? Even worse, what if it gave him gastric torsion and he died? If Kirk was going to relapse and eat meat it certainly wouldn’t have been nasty, old, suet meat. How come it couldn’t be steak?

“Go on,” Evan repeated.

Kirk pathetically took the fork, and whimpered as he skewered a piece of rancid meat with it and pulled it out of the seepage water that it had been soaked in. “I don’t wanna,” he cried.

“Well I really don’t want Cliff Burton over here in England getting close to the woman that I love, but I don’t have any choice,” snapped Evan.

Kirk stopped for a second. He had never thought of that. He had been so busy trying to help Cecily get her parents back together, that he didn’t even think that in order for Cliff and Emily to get back together again, Evan was going to have to get hurt.

Kirk closed his eyes and tilted back his head, sending his long, ravenous, curls cascading down his back like a parade of fine silk. He timidly placed a small bit of suet meat on his tongue, and swallowed it. It went down his throat like a nasty, cold, and moldy brain.

“Disgusting,” he muttered as he coughed and choked.

“It’s your childhood dream Kirk,” Evan said with a shrug, and he did not leave until Kirk had finished the entire jar.

After consuming a whole jar of suet meat, Kirk was feeling rather piqued, and his skin tight black leather trousers were cutting right into his now bloated belly. “Damn Cecily,” he muttered once Evan had left the room. “You owe me big time kid. I ate meat for you.”

“Alright Kirk,” said Cheyenne as she strolled into the room wearing a very, very, short black miniskirt, and a tight Metallica concert shirt. “I want to know what the hell is going on,” she demanded. “I know that you’re a devout vegetarian. You were even on the cover of The Vegetarian Times. You don’t eat suet meat or shepherd’s pie.”

She began to rub her hands over his torso, and his slightly bloated tummy, making him feel very self conscious about it. Kirk just didn’t feel sexy after polishing off an entire jar of suet meat, not to mention that even though she was a very beautiful and sexy woman, Cheyenne just creeped him out.

“If I tell you will you leave me alone?” Kirk asked.

“Tell me what?” asked Cheyenne.

“I have a secret,” Kirk whispered, a fat, stubborn, curl falling into his face.

“I know what it is,” Cheyenne breathed excitedly.

“You, you do?” Kirk stammered, his heart pounding. How could Cheyenne possibly know about Cecily? She’d never even met the girl.

“Oh yes,” Cheyenne said huskily. She threw her arms around Kirk. “You want to have a baby and you want me to be the mother. Oh Kirk Lee, you don’t know what an honor it would be for me to be the mother of your child. It’s been a dream of mine to have your baby Kirk. I feel like the Virgin Mary did after the Angel Gabriel told her that she was carrying the son of God.”

“Only you’re not a virgin Cheyenne,” said Kirk, a bit uncomfortably. “And that’s not quite my secret.”

Cheyenne’s face fell. “It’s not?” she said.

Kirk shook his curly head. “No,” he answered. “Cheyenne,” he said seriously. “You have to swear to me not to breathe a word of this to anyone, not even Cliff. I shouldn’t even tell you, but I just have to tell someone. All of this lying and keeping secrets is starting to give me an ulcer. Well, that and the fact that I’ve just consumed a jar of raw suet probably contributed.”

“Your secret is safe with me Kirk,” Cheyenne said, her blue eyes full of devotion. “You know that I would do anything for you, even have your baby.”

“Yeah,” Kirk nodded, feeling slightly weirded out. He took a deep breath. “Cheyenne,” he began. “I know where Cecily is. I’ve known all along…”










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Wow, Cliff and Emily really hate each other. You know what they say the opposite of hate is :wink And poor Kirk, eating that much suet can't be good for you :lol: I hope Cheyenne doesn't spill the beans :wink
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Ohh damn!!!!! :blink: This is getting too interesting! :lol: Will Cheyenne shut her big mouth? Well,Kirk told her to,so I'm positive she will :lol:

Why must Emily be so evil?? :( but Cliff had his part in this... :( daaaaayumm...can't wait to read it tomorrow :D
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Poor Kirk.... :lol: :lol: I feel sorry for him, I wouldn't eat a whole jar of any meat, not to mention a raw suet meat (if my dictionary is right it's really disgusting :lol: ).... And now he told Cheyenne that... I'm curious if she'll be able to keep the secret....
And too bad Cliff and Emily are arguing again -_- , when they'll finally realize they can't live without each other? :P
And maybe I'm mean (well, I am) but that made me laugh hard:
“You had taken some bad shrooms, and you were passed out in our bathroom, naked, in an empty bathtub!” she shouted" :lol: :lol:
great chapter, I can't wait for more of your story :D :heart:
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Maggie- Your dictionary is certainly right. I've never tried suet but there was a jar of it sitting around my father-in-law's house once and it was really gross to look at. :ugh:

Simone- I wonder if Cheyenne will keep her big mouth shut too. :wink

Vanessa- I agree that having that much suet can't be good for you. Poor Kirk. I do pick on the poor guy. :P


This chapter is long kind of long. Sorry. :blush:


Chapter Eighty-Nine


Evan could tell as soon as he saw Emily climb out of the taxi and take her duffel bag that Cliff must have been trying to bullshit with him. The anger and frustration just radiated from her.

“Hi Emily,” Kirk said cheerfully. “How was Denmark?”

“What do you think it was like?” Emily snapped. “We went all that fucking way and we didn’t find Cecily, and I had to spend the night with a man who is lower than a garden slug.”

“Oh Cliff is much better than a garden slug,” Kirk said loyally. “Garden slugs don’t play brilliant bass solos.”

“And neither does Cliff,” Emily quipped under her breath. She threw her duffel bag down on the floor, and fell into Evan’s arms. “Oh Evan,” she sighed. “I missed you so. It’s so wonderful to be home to you. I can’t believe that I wasted six good years of my life with a cow’s nut sack like Cliff.”

“I missed you too dearest,” Evan replied. “So you and Cliff didn’t do any bonding then?”

“Heavens no!” exclaimed Emily. “Where on earth would you get such an idea?”

“Cliff called me from the airport and told me that you two bonded over the fact that you both miss Cecily,” Evan explained. “I want you to know Emily that even though I might not know Cecily as well as Cliff does, I do really love the girl. She’s your daughter.”

“Tell that to Cliff,” Emily shot. “He’s trying to take her away from me. He wants me to never see her again.”

“He’s being foolish dear,” Evan said as he hugged Emily close, and buried his face in her hair. “You know very well that Cecily adores you, and she’ll be very unhappy if her father doesn’t let her see you. By banning you from seeing her, he’ll only be pushing her away.”

“I hope so,” Emily answered. “I love you Evan.”

Evan smiled, happy to have his woman back with him where he belonged, instead of invading all of Europe with some hippie stoner dude. “I love you too,” he replied.

***
Meanwhile, Cliff took his taxi back to the Four Seasons where he was staying. He was sure that Kirk could give Cheyenne a ride back to their hotel. He absolutely refused to go back to Emily’s house.

“I never want to see that bitch again!” he declared as he slammed the door to his hotel room. “All she’s done is break up the family that I once had! I can’t believe that I even thought that I still had feelings for her!”

Cliff threw himself down on the bed for a few minutes, taking his anger out on his poor, innocent, pillow. He punched the living shit out of it and then he decided to go back to the old school days when he used to trash hotel rooms. He took the in-room coffee maker and hurled it at the bathroom mirror, shattering it. Cliff watched in shock and amusement as the entire vanity mirror cracked and smashed, sending little shards of glass all over the bathroom.

“Fuck you Emily you fucking bitch!” he snarled.

After the fact, he felt quite stupid. The room at the Four Seasons itself was a bit steeper than what he could afford right now considering the fact that he had numerous airplane tickets on his charge card, and school tuition due for himself in the fall. Going back to college wasn’t cheap. The last fucking thing that he needed was to pay for a new mirror. Did it fix anything? No. Did it bring Cecily back? No.

Just then, Cheyenne came into the room, just getting in from Emily’s house.

“Cliff!” she exclaimed, running over to him. “You’re back!”

She frowned at the mess in the bathroom. “What happened to the bathroom mirror?” she asked.

Cliff just sat on the edge of the bathtub, sulking. Even a ditz like Cheyenne could notice the now broken coffee pot sitting in the midst of all the broken glass. It was easy to figure out what had happened.

“You shouldn’t have done that Cliff,” she said. “I don’t know much about mirrors, but I think that one was pretty expensive. Why would you do such a stupid thing?”

“Because,” Cliff started to say as stubborn tears started to pry their way into his eyes. “I want my little girl back. Life without Cecily isn’t worth living.”

Cheyenne grew very, very, quiet. What would Cliff say if he knew that his little girl was really only five floors above them in one of the penthouse suites? Cliff picked up an empty beer bottle that he had had sitting on the floor near the toilet, and hurled that at the busted mirror as well, causing what tiny part that hadn’t been shattered to now shatter completely.

“Stop it Cliff!” yelled Cheyenne. “I thought that everyone always said that you were so mellow and easy going, but your temper frightens me!”

“They said that because that was before my daughter went missing somewhere in the fucking city of London!” Cliff screeched. “Cecily means everything to me! She means more to me than my music! I would never even look at a bass guitar again if it meant that Cecily would be returned to me right now!”

“I have a feeling that Cecily is safe,” Cheyenne stammered. “Who knows? She might even be living high on the hog right now for all that we know.”

“I highly doubt it,” Cliff snapped. “I swear to you Cheyenne that if I ever find the bastard that took Cecily I’ll kill the fucker! I’ll skin him alive! Nobody lays a hand on my daughter.”

And with that, Cliff stalked out of the hotel room. “I’m going down to the hotel gift shop to buy a pack of cigarettes!” he roared.

Cheyenne slid down to the bathroom floor, using the bathtub as a backrest. She pushed her hair out of the way, and laid her head back upon the cool, porcelain of the tub. This was by far the hardest secret that she had ever kept, even harder than the time that Lars had begged her not to let other groupies know where he lived. Cecily’s disappearance was literally killing Cliff. The once laid back hippie dude was starting to come unglued, and he was losing himself. It was so terribly sad, yet a brilliant example of a father’s unconditional love at the same time.

When Kirk had first confessed to her, she had felt that Cecily was being rather cruel and selfish for putting Cliff and Emily through everything. But obviously, the little girl wanted her parents back together so much that she was willing to do anything, anything in the entire earth, to get them back together again, and that too was love. Unfortunately, Kirk and Cecily’s plan didn’t seem to be working. If anything, Cliff and Emily had come back from Denmark loathing each other even more.

Cheyenne had been tempted to tell Cliff. He’d worship her forever if she were the one that led him to Cecily, and would probably give her all sorts of cool Metallica shit. Not to mention it was very difficult to watch Cliff be so worried and upset to the point of madness. But what about Kirk? She adored Kirk too. Cheyenne was literally caught in the middle between Kirk Hammett and Cliff Burton. What was a Metallica groupie to do?

Meanwhile, Kirk was way late with bringing Cecily some food. She hadn’t eaten since ten o’clock that morning, and it was now going on ten o’clock at night. She was starting to feel very weak and light headed again. She just had to get something to eat. She knew that she wasn’t allowed to order room service. Even though she did have her own money, Kirk didn’t want many people going in and out of Cecily’s room, especially since her face had been on the news. At twenty to eleven, Cecily just couldn’t wait anymore for Kirk. She just had to get something in her stomach. She was terrified that she’d faint again, and be all alone.

Cecily had read the hotel amenities book so many times now that she practically had it memorized. She knew that the hotel gift shop was open until eleven, and that they sold everything from hotel souvenirs, to cigarettes, magazines, clothing, toiletries, and even snack food. Perhaps they even had Cadbury chocolate. Cecily’s mouth salivated at the very thought.

Hastily, she grabbed some of her money, and stuffed it into the pocket of her new, snazzy, white denim jacket from Kirk. She put on her new lavender sandals, and grabbed her room key. For the first time in five days Cecily opened the hotel room door, and stepped out into the hallway. As she locked the door, a feeling of guilt clouded her. Kirk had told her that for no reason could she venture out around the hotel. It was too dangerous, especially with Cliff now staying there. However, fainting without anybody around was also dangerous. She could fall into a coma. Cecily pressed the button to call for the elevator. Fortunately, the elevator that came had no one in it. With it being pretty late, Cecily figured that she would probably be pretty safe. She’d go to the gift shop, quickly select a snack, and then hurry her ass back up to her room.

Once she made it to the lobby, she scouted it out to make sure that no one was around. It was pretty dead that time of night, so she was easily able to make her way over to the gift shop unnoticed. The only person inside the gift shop was a very bored clerk who was sitting behind the cash register, totally immersed in a book. Cecily made her way into the gift shop, and immediately discovered a rack of candy and little boxes of cookies near the back of the store. She had hit the jack pot for they had shortbread cookies and even ginger cookie sandwiches with lemon cream filling.

If Cecily wasn’t going to fall into a low blood pressure coma, she certainly might fall into a diabetic coma, for she selected a box of the ginger lemon cookies, along with two Cadbury chocolate bars, and a bar of English toffee. That was one of the pluses to having a hotel room to her self: no adults around to regulate her sugar intake. Cecily had always thought that it was quite amusing that Cliff would smoke weed day in and day out, ransacking his few remaining brain cells, but he would throw a conniption fit if she ate too many pieces of chocolate. Dads could be so silly sometimes.

“Do I want white chocolate, or dark chocolate?” Cecily wondered aloud as she paused in front of the racks of colorfully wrapped candy bars.

“Hurry up kid!” the clerk bellowed from behind the counter. “We close in ten minutes.”

“Go fuck yourself!” Cecily yelled, giving him the finger. She went back to her candy, but something sitting on a shelf over by the cash register caught her eye. She set her candy down, and made her way over to it.

“Ooh!” she squealed with delight as her face lit up.

Sitting on the shelf was a big glass ball that inside of it had a beautiful landscape of the sea, with big, rocky, cliffs that were all hand painted. If you picked up the ball and shook it little glittery shit would float around inside, just like in a snow globe. Cecily thought that it was absolutely beautiful. She picked it up and shook it watching as the glitter sparkled and danced its way throughout the entire globe. “How much is this?” she asked the clerk sweetly.

The clerk frowned at the girl who had just told him to go “fuck himself.”

“Its twenty-five pounds,” he replied sourly.

Cecily frowned. She only had fifteen on her.

“It’s handmade,” the clerk went on. “By a local artist.”

“Would you take fifteen pounds for it?” Cecily asked.

The clerk snorted. “In case you haven’t noticed little girl,” he replied. “This ain’t the Essex flea market. We’re at the Four Seasons here.”

“You’re a douche,” Cecily scowled as she carefully put the globe back on the shelf. “It’s gorgeous,” she sighed longingly. Someday, maybe she would hand paint a snow globe herself.

She made her way towards the back of the store where the candy rack was, to go pick up her candy and box of ginger creams that she had set down earlier. She was still debating over whether or not she wanted the white chocolate or the dark chocolate when she heard another voice drift from the front of the store.

“Can I get a pack of Marlboros please?” it asked.

Aw, thought Cecily. That’s what my Daddy smokes.

“We don’t have that,” snapped the clerk. “I hate to break it to you yank, but you’re not in the United States anymore.”

“Go fuck your self!” the other voice snarled.

Cecily’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest. She dropped her candy and whirled around. He had his back to her, but she definitely could tell who it was. Who else went around in bellbottom jeans, a cowboy hat, and an ugly-as-fuck fringy suede jacket?

Swiftly, Cecily dove behind a rack of magazines and crouched down on her knees out of sight. Her heart raced uncontrollably. She so didn’t want to wreck their plan. Kirk had gotten Bob Rock to spend all of that money keeping her up in a fabulous hotel room. He’d be so angry with her if she ruined their plan by having her father of all people find her right in the gift shop.

“You know,” said the clerk. “You’re the second person to tell me that tonight.”

“That’s because you’re a fucking moron,” Cliff snapped. He threw some money down on the counter. “Just give me the cheapest and shittiest cigarettes that you sell,” he ordered.

As the clerk went to get the cigarettes, Cliff turned around facing Cecily, and leaned his back on the counter. Since Cecily was well hidden behind the magazine rack, he didn’t see her, but she certainly could see him. Cliff looked downright awful. Big, dark, circles hung under his eyes, and he was deathly pale. It took all of Cecily’s willpower not to get up and run to him, throwing her self into his arms. She wanted to be back with her dad so very badly, to let him know that she was okay and that she loved him.

“Daddy,” Cecily whispered to herself. She noticed that her dad seemed to be staring at something on one of the shelves that was in front of him. She watched as he made his way over to it and to her shock he picked up the globe that she had been looking at earlier. He shook it, watching the glitter gently dance around inside of it.

“We had a little girl looking at that same very globe just a few minutes ago,” said the clerk as he returned with the cigarettes.

“My daughter would love this,” Cliff murmured. “She just loves this kind of shit.” He placed the globe up on the counter. “I’ll take this too,” he said.

The clerk raised his eyebrows. He had to admit that a long haired, foul mouthed, American dude buying cigarettes, would be the last person to buy a beautiful hand painted snow globe of the sea. “Do you want me to wrap it up for you?” he asked.

Cliff nodded. “Do you have any of that purple curly bow shit? My daughter likes purple.”

“You mean purple ribbon?” the clerk asked.

“Yeah, that’s what it’s called,” said Cliff.

“Is it a birthday present?” the clerk asked.

Cliff shook his head. “No,” he answered as he opened up his new pack of cigarettes. “I had a big fight with her mom, and she got mad and ran away. If she ever comes back to me, I want to give it to her as a present to let her know that I’m sorry for all of that shit that’s going down between me and her mom. It’s been really hard on her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” said the clerk. “You seem like you really care about her.”

“Of course I do,” answered Cliff. “Cecily is the most important thing in the world to me.”

“That will be twenty-five pounds,” said the clerk as he rang up the snow globe.

“What the fuck!” Cliff exclaimed. “Twenty-five fucking pounds for that?

“Its hand painted,” the clerk argued.

“Will you take fifteen for it?” Cliff asked.

“That kid who was in here earlier asked me the same thing,” the clerk laughed. “Come to think of it, she had an American accent too. You Americans never want to pay for anything. You’re all so cheap.”

“You’re a douche,” Cliff muttered as he reached into his wallet and flipped the clerk off.

“She called me that too,” replied the clerk.

Cliff threw twenty five pounds down on the counter. “Here,” he said. “My Cecily is easily worth twenty-five pounds. She’s worth a million pounds.”

Cecily had never felt so guilty or shitty in her entire life. Her being missing was slowly killing him. Anyone could see it. She hated hurting her dad that way. She had never dreamed that he would actually blame himself for her disappearance. This whole thing had been a disaster, and definitely not one of Kirk’s brightest plans. He should just stick to kissing lessons.

“I hope your daughter comes back,” said the clerk as he handed Cliff a shopping bag.

“Me too,” sighed Cliff as he took the bag. “I’d do anything to have her back at home with me.”

Cecily watched as Cliff slowly and sadly made his way out of the gift shop.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” she murmured softly to herself. “I’m really, really, sorry, and I want to be home to you too. Why can’t you just admit that you still love Emily?”
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