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Daughter of the Year; Ze Sequel to Father of the Year
Topic Started: December 14, 2007, 12:15 am (11,141 Views)
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ohh my gooooood!!!!!! This was by far the best blood-boiling,heart-racing chapter!!! And a very sad one too...I laughed sooo hard when Cliff started to tell the clerk the same things Cecily did :horns: :lol: :horns2

Ohh I sooooo love it! :D
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Poor Cecily and poor Cliff :( I hope that for Cecily's sake, they do get back together, it's killing them :(
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That chapter was so sweet, awww :wub: But also kind of sad :( Poor Cliff and Cecily.... I loved the fact that they said to clerk exactly the same things, awesome :D
“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.” wow, that was really moving...

:heart: !!
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Thanks gals!
Here's ze next bit for you. :dance




Chapter Ninety


Cheyenne finished her bath and had slipped into a black Metallica tank top that had a plunging neckline, and a pair of very short cotton shorts. She had just finished clipping her hair back into a ponytail with a plastic clip when Cliff stumbled back into the room.

“Are you done throwing things for the night?” she asked.

Cliff just looked Cheyenne and up and down. “You look great,” he murmured, nearly dropping his cigarette. He chucked the new pack of cigarettes at her. “Here,” he said. “You can have one.” He took of his jacket and shirt and then flopped down on the bed.

“What’s in the bag?” Cheyenne asked as she sat down next to him.

“I bought something for Cecily,” Cliff replied as he concentrated on his cigarette. “It’s dumb really, but she’ll like it. Damn,” he went on. “It was so weird Cheyenne. When I was in that gift shop I just had this feeling, this vibe, that Cecily was near. I guess it was just wishful thinking.”

Cheyenne swallowed. That’s because she’s really in this hotel, she thought.

“It felt really strong too,” Cliff added. “I felt almost as if she were in the gift shop with me.”

It was now taking all of the power that Cheyenne could muster not to blow Kirk’s cover. Every time that she was just about to confess, she just thought of Kirk sitting on a sandy beach wearing nothing but a tight, tight, pair of black skinny jeans, with his luxurious ebony curls falling down his shoulders and his glowing golden skin, which complemented his pearly white teeth quite nicely. Not to mention all of those muscles of his that rippled and danced in the warmth of the sun. She couldn’t betray Kirk, but then again what about Cliff? It was so very difficult. Cliff and Kirk were both like having two adorable puppies in a basket. Which one would she take home? Which one would she leave behind at the shelter?

Cheyenne just had to get Cliff’s mind off of Cecily. The more that he pined away for her, the greater her chances were of telling him the truth. She put down her cigarette, and pushed his long auburn hair out of her way as she started to gently gnaw on his ear. At the same time she took her hand and began to grope at his dick.

“Not tonight Cheyenne,” Cliff responded, pulling away from her.

“What?” Cheyenne squawked. Cliff was turning down sex? Hell must have frozen over. “Don’t you like me anymore?” she asked as she pouted.

“Cheyenne my Lady Daisy,” said Cliff. “You look hotter than an egg in a frying pan in those little shorts of yours,” He caressed her bare leg, sending shivers up Cheyenne’s spine, and making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. He gave her a kiss. “But I really can’t in good conscience fuck the night away when my little girl could be cold and alone and hungry somewhere.”

“Oh for heavens sake Cliff!” exclaimed Cheyenne. “She’s not cold and hungry. She’s completely fine.”

“You don’t fucking know that!” Cliff squeaked.

Cheyenne turned red. She had almost blown Kirk’s plan. “I just choose to think optimistically,” she stammered. “Maybe she ran away with a dashing prince or something.” A prince named Kirk, thought Cheyenne.

“Actually,” Cliff said thoughtfully. “Knowing Cecily that wouldn’t surprise me.” He sighed as he settled down into the soft pillows and pulled Cheyenne close to him. “I’m sorry baby,” he said as he stroked her hair. “But I’m just not myself right now. Cecily is like a part of me, and until she’s found I don’t think that I’ll ever be the same.”

Cheyenne bit her lip. She just hoped that Kirk would decide to tell Cliff sooner rather than later where Cecily was. She wasn’t sure if Cliff could take much more of this. Little did she know that she and Kirk weren’t the only ones who knew where Cecily was…

***
The next day Emily was bringing in the mail when she noticed that there was a letter addressed to a Mr. Cliff Burton.

“Must I get that asshole’s mail too?” Emily muttered as she trudged back inside the house. “It’s bad enough I have to see him here in England right now, but getting his mail? I don’t run a fucking a post office.”

“What the fuck is your problem now?” Cliff bellowed from the kitchen. He and Cheyenne were making numerous phone calls to all sorts of various places around England, trying to find anything that would lead them to Cecily.

“Why the fuck are you giving out my address as your postal address?” Emily demanded as she deposited the letter for Cliff onto the kitchen table. “I don’t want to be getting your mail. It starts rumors.”

“I didn’t give anybody this address,” replied Cliff as he picked up the letter. His eyes widened with shock and surprise at the return address. It was from Jackson. “What the fuck does that little fucker want?” Cliff wondered aloud. “It’s from that boy who likes Cecily. Why the hell would he be writing to me?”

“I bet he’s asking your permission to marry Cecily,” said Cheyenne. “How old fashioned, and how romantic.”

“Evan asked my father for permission,” put in Emily.

“Well I’ll be fucked by a nightingale,” Cliff hissed. “Good for Evan Fitz-I-know-how-to-fuck-myself. Shall I go suck his dick?”

“Don’t be gross Cliff,” snapped Emily. “Just open the letter and see what Cecily’s boyfriend wants.”

“He’s not her boyfriend,” Cliff said firmly. “Cecily is too young to have a boyfriend. She can’t have one until she turns forty-six.”

“You’re going to make her into an old spinster maid,” Emily argued. “Face it Cliff. Cess is growing up, and so far she seems to be straight. She’s going to have boyfriends.”

“If she fucking gets herself pregnant at the age fourteen you can be the fucking one who deals with it!” Cliff snarled.

“I’ll take her down to Planned Parenthood and they’ll either give her the shot, or put her on the pill,” Emily shrugged. She didn’t really mean that. She wouldn’t condone Cecily having sex at the age of fourteen either, but it was so much fun to watch the look on Cliff’s face as he thought about his little daughter taking birth control pills and getting the shit fucked out of her by Jackson, his longtime bass student.

“Or,” Emily went on. “We could always try and turn her into a lesbian. You and Cecily are a lot alike, and you certainly like puss. Maybe she would too.”

“Now who’s the one being gross?” Cliff yelped. “We will do no such thing. As soon as Cess is found, she’s going back with me to California so that I can continue her normal upbringing.”

“Ah yes,” retorted Emily. “Her normal upbringing with her father that smokes a joint every night before bed, and stays up until all hours of the night eating waffles and watching horror movies.”

“It’s a lot better than the upbringing that she was getting here with you!” Cliff spat.

“Guys!” Cheyenne cut in. “Can you two quit squabbling long enough to at least open up the letter?”

Cliff and Emily glared at each other for a few moments, and then Cliff turned his attention back to the letter. He couldn’t imagine what the fuck Jackson could possibly want from him. If it was related to his bass lessons, couldn’t that wait until he had returned back to the States? Actually, how the fuck did Jackson know that Cliff was even in England? Did he fucking know that Cecily was missing? That would be impossible. The only way that Jackson could possibly know about Cecily’s disappearance was if she had told him about it. Holy shit!

Cliff ripped opened the letter at once.

Dear Mr. Burton,

I know that writing you this letter could possibly make Cecily hate me forever, but I feel that it’s only fair to tell you that I know where she’s been hiding out. I’m also worried about her well being, because I know that she doesn’t have her fainting medication with her. I think it’s for the best that you know where she is. She’s written me two letters telling me of her whereabouts.

Kirk Hammett has been keeping her safely tucked away in a suite at The Four Seasons in London. From what Cecily wrote to me it’s quite the suite. She said that it has two stories, and has a bathtub trimmed with gold that’s big enough to do synchronized swimming in.

Anyway, please don’t be too mad at her or at Mr. Hammett. She told me that all of the fighting between you and Miss Emily really bothered her, and she wanted to try and get the two of you back together, but in order to do that she needed you to come to England, so she figured out a way to get you to come over there. I thought that it was a pretty stupid idea my self, but I did want you to know where she is, and that’s she safe and is doing well.

Also, I’d love to take Cecily to a dance at my school in the fall, if it’s okay with you. I like your daughter a lot, and I enjoy spending time with her. I’ve been practicing bass constantly and I’ve just finished this wonderful book called "The Call of Cthulhu" by H.P. Lovecraft. Have you ever read it? If not, you should definitely pick it up and give it a read.

I hope that Cecily won’t be too angry with me. I really do care about her a lot, and I’ve been missing her very much. Send her my love, and I look forward to continuing bass lessons when you return to the States.

Sincerely,

Jackson Hartley


“Wow,” Cheyenne breathed from where she and Emily had been reading the letter over Cliff’s shoulder. “That bathtub sounds simply heavenly.”

“I can’t believe that we forgot about Jackson,” Emily murmured. “We forgot to ask Jackson about Cecily. Of course she would tell her boyfriend!”

“He’s not her boyfriend,” Cliff growled.

“He told you to send her his love,” gushed Cheyenne. “How sweet!”

“He does seem like a very nice boy,” Emily commented. “I just barely remember him coming over to the house for his bass lessons. At least he helped us find Cecily. I guess that means he can have Evan’s reward, it’s only fair. He’ll be able to buy a new bass with it.”

Cliff was silent. He was rereading the letter over and over, afraid that it was all a dream and that it would just dissipate into thin air, and that they would go back to not having any idea where Cecily was again. Motherfucking Kirk Hammett knew where she was this whole entire time? From the letter it sounded like it was all his fucking idea. How could he do this to him? He knew that Cecily meant the world to him. How in good conscience could Kirk do this?

“Poor, poor, Cecily,” Cheyenne murmured. “She wanted you two back together so badly.”

Emily sadly looked at Cliff. Their arguing had caused all of this to happen, and she felt horrible about it. Cliff rudely scowled at her and then tossed his hair (while Verity and Battery take a minute to drool).

“Yeah,” he retorted. “Well that ain’t ever going to happen. Cess is just going to have to deal with it.”

“I guess this explains why Kirk was stealing shepherd’s pie and suet meat out of the pantry,” said Cheyenne. “I bet that it was for Cecily.”

“Cecily wouldn’t touch suet meat or shepherd’s pie with a ten foot pole,” Emily laughed. “She’s a bit of a picky eater, but Cliff lets her get away with it.”

“Fuck you Emily!” Cliff snarled. “At least with me she didn’t go missing.”

“And she didn’t go missing with me either!” Emily exclaimed. “She went to Kirk! Kirk is her friend Cliff. She was never in any danger while under my care. This whole, entire, fucking, time you have done nothing but blame me for Cecily’s disappearance. I deserve an apology.”

Cliff just glared at her. He was a stubborn person and he was not going to give Emily no apology. Emily was just a disease to society. She didn’t deserve an apology.

“Are you going to let her go to the dance with Jackson?” Cheyenne asked.

“No,” Cliff answered evenly.

“You have to Cliff,” argued Emily. “Jackson did the right thing by telling you. He honestly really cares about her. Finding a man that truly cares about you is a rare, rare, find. I never found one until I met Evan.”

“Oh shut up Emily!” Cliff snarled as he stuffed the letter into his back pocket and got up.

“Where you going?” asked Cheyenne as she sprang up to follow him.

“To the Four Seasons of course,” answered Cliff.

“To go get Cecily?” Cheyenne asked.

“Yeah,” Cliff nodded. “But first I’m going to go beat the living shit out of Kirk Hammett…”
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Uuuh oooh, Kirk's in a BIIIG trouble !!! :o :o :lol:
But wow, shocking! I'd never expect Jackson to do that! That was really, really brave and responsible of him (and I absolutely loved when in the end of his letter he recommended to Cliff The Call Of Cthulhu :lol: :lol: ), but now I'm little scared of Cecily's reaction to this... :(
And it was so sad when Cliff said he and Emily won't ever go back to each other :( (but at least he tossed his hair :lol: :horns2 )...
Rocking chapter!!! I can't wait for more :biggrin :heart:
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Uh oh, Kirk is in biiiiig trouble :o I don't want to see Cliff beat the shit out of Kirk :D And the letter was so sweet, Jackson's a good kid. I hope he doesn't get too made with Cecily :(
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Maggie- I'm scared about Cecily's reaction too, and I need to decide what she's going to do. So this chapter is going to take a bit of a different turn to kind of stall it a bit.

Vanessa- I'm glad that you liked Jackson's letter. He does seem like a rather nice chap indeed.


This chapter is done in two parts because I got a wee bit carried away, and I felt that it got a bit too long. The first part (A) sets it up and then the second part (B) goes into an irrelevant flashback that elaborates on a part from Father of the Year. When I first wrote that story, I didn’t think that Cliff and Cecily were going to become big pals like they did. Y’all seemed to like those two together in your commenting so I changed things a bit. But since I did that, I never elaborated much on their first time that they were ever alone together, so I do that here. It really doesn’t move the plot line at all, if anything, it stalls it until I figure out how badly Kirk’s going to get the shit knocked out of him.

You don’t have to read it if you don’t want to since it’s just a flash back. I felt like writing five-year-old Cecily for a chapter.



Chapter Ninety-One A

“You can sit in the passenger seat Cheyenne,” Emily instructed as she unlocked her car with the little clicker button thing that was on her keychain. “I’m driving.”

“How come I’m always banished to the backseat?” Cliff bitched as he got into Emily’s car.

“Because you’re a dick,” Emily replied as she shoved her keys in the ignition.

They were on their way to the Four Seasons to get Cecily, and kick Kirk’s ass. Evan was still out searching for her, but Emily had left a note saying that Cecily had been found, and that she would explain later.

The moment that Emily turned on the car she immediately turned her radio off. She had had Black Sabbath’s Paranoid blasting at full volume. She didn’t want to give Cliff the satisfaction that he had introduced her to the wonderful world of heavy metal. Cliff immediately took out a cigarette.

“No smoking in my car,” Emily barked as she backed out of the driveway.

Cliff sighed in annoyance, but put his cigarette away. The only thing that mattered was that Cecily was safe. He’d spare the fight with Emily. Instead, he unbuckled his safety belt and sat at the very edge of the backseat with each arm draped over the front two seats.

“Red light ahead!” he announced.

“I know Cliff,” Emily snarled.

“Slow down!” Cliff yelled a few minutes later.

Emily whirled around. “Would you shut the fuck up and just let me drive!” she barked.

“I want to get to Cecily in one piece,” Cliff said huffily. “You drive like a jackass.”

“Oh yeah?” snorted Emily. “I drive like a jackass? What about you? You’re Mr. Suspended Driver’s License in the State of Nevada, and Mr. Unpaid Speeding Tickets.”

“Fuck you!” Cliff snarled, flipping her off.

“You must be so excited to be reunited with Cecily,” cut in Cheyenne, trying to keep the peace.

“Oh God,” Cliff sighed. “I can’t wait to see that little fucker again. I’m going to hug her and then I’m going to beat the shit out of her for doing this to me.”

“You’re not going to beat the shit out of her Cliff,” said Emily as she stopped at another traffic light. “That girl has had you whipped from day one.”

“Yeah,” Cliff nodded.

“I think it’s really sweet that you adopted Cecily,” said Cheyenne. “But if you don’t mind me asking, why did you pick her? Why Cecily? What was it about her that made you want her as a daughter?”

“I’ve always wondered that too,” Emily admitted. “I mean, I know that you and Kirk were playing this sick little prank on Lars that involved Cecily, but when did you start to actually bond with her? Was it instant?”

“No,” answered Cliff. “Before I met Cess I fucking hated kids, and I never gave two shits about Cecily. She was just Claudia’s brat, and we wanted to use her for our plan.”

“Then what made you eventually love her?” asked Cheyenne. “When did you start to love her like a daughter?”

Cliff looked thoughtful as he gazed out the window. “I actually got stuck babysitting her one afternoon. You see, Lars was being an asshole and I came up with this brilliant plan to get back at him.”

“Operation Cecily Ulrich,” said Cheyenne. “You told me about this.”

Cliff nodded. “We wanted to get Cecily to know us better so that we could flaunt her in front of Lars as bait,” he explained. “So we decided to play a game of spit, and whoever won the hand would get to take Claudia and entertain her, while the others got to hang with Cess for a while. James won the hand, so we came up with this lame cake decorating excuse, and well they did more than just decorate cakes. Kirk and I got stuck with Cecily, and I remember that she was crying and claiming that her mom would leave her alone for hours whenever she was with a guy. She was really pissing me off because we couldn’t get her to stop crying. I finally gave her some candy that I had actually bought to send to Aunt Josephine, but I gave it to Cecily instead. Then Lars came and said that he needed Kirk to help him with a delivery or something, so I was left alone with her.”

“And you fell in love with her?” Cheyenne asked.

“No,” retorted Cliff. “I was horrified. The last thing that I wanted to do was spend my afternoon looking after someone else’s unwanted, illegitimate, kid.”

Cliff settled back into the backseat of Emily’s car. “I remember everything,” he began. “I remember it as if it were yesterday…”


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Flashback to follow shortly if y'all would like to read it. If not, I can skip it ahead to chapter Ninety-Two.
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Short but sweet. I'd like to see the flashback :)
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Vanessa- Here you go. :) This one is long though, twice as long as usual, but much fun to write. Thank you for wanting to read. :dance




Chapter Ninety-One B

November 1985
Copenhagen, The Hotel Iroquois




“Don’t give her anymore candy!” Kirk warned before he disappeared with Lars to go deliver basket of holly to Flemming’s mother.

“I won’t,” promised Cliff. He turned to the rather confused Cecily. “Well,” he sighed as he fished through his pocket. “You’re stuck with me. Kirk says that I can’t give you anymore candy because it will spoil your dinner. But I can give you something that won’t spoil your dinner. If anything, it will rev your metabolism up.”

“Really?” Cecily asked taking interest.

“Yep,” he nodded and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. “Want a cigarette?”

He held out a cigarette towards her. Cecily took the cigarette very gingerly, and examined it. “My Mum smokes these,” she said. “She’s never let me touch one before. Are you going to light it for me?”

“Fuck no,” replied Cliff as he lit his own.

“Then what do I do with it?” the little girl asked, looking up at Cliff sheepishly with big emerald green eyes.

“Stuff it up your ass,” Cliff snapped.

“My what?” asked Cecily.

“I don’t fucking know kid!” Cliff shot. “Just play with it for a while. Leave me alone. I’m not a daycare service.”

He threw himself down on one of the sofas that were in the hotel lobby. “This fucking blows,” he thought. “Kirk and Lars get to frolic all over Copenhagen, James gets to bang Mommy, and I’m stuck with the fucking kid. What am I supposed to fucking do with her?”

He glanced over at the little girl. In all honesty, he didn’t even remember the kid’s fucking name. Wasn’t it Sarah or something like that? The little girl plopped down on the sofa, right next to Cliff. She was still holding her cigarette as if it were a puppy. She looked at him shyly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cliff noticed a beautiful young woman come through the doors of the hotel. She had long chestnut brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, and was wearing a pair of tight black jeans that showcased her ass, along with a pair of black boots that had very high heels. She was absolutely gorgeous, and Cliff couldn’t help but stare at her. As she walked by she actually looked at him, and flashed him a smile. Cliff felt all giddy and loopy inside as life suddenly became much more exciting. However, she caught sight of Cecily sitting on the sofa next to him. He saw her look right at her. Her smile immediately vanished, as she quickly made her way past them without even looking back.

“She fucking thinks that the brat is mine,” Cliff thought, his heart sinking. “It’s not fucking fair.”

He frowned at Cecily, who was sitting very quietly next to him, too close to him actually.

“Don’t sit so close to me,” he barked at her.

Cecily gave Cliff a very hurt look, but she did move to the opposite end of the sofa.

“Can’t you sit on one of the chairs?” Cliff asked, pointing at the chairs that were across from them.

“I guess so,” Cecily mumbled. “Do you want me to?”

“Yeah,” Cliff nodded. “You’re ruining my chances of getting some puss tonight.”

“You mean puss like as in a pussy cat?” Cecily asked as she got up off of the couch.

“Sort of,” answered Cliff. “Just shut up and do as I say. When the fuck is your mom going to be back here? Shouldn’t she be picking you up?”

“Mum always seems to forget about me whenever she’s with one of her boyfriends,” Cecily replied, a sadness creeping onto her face. “She once left me behind at a party that she went to because she ended up leaving with some guy. One of her friends actually took me home.”

“Then you have a shitty mom,” said Cliff, though he didn’t really believe the girl’s story. No mother could possibly be that shitty, could she?

Another forty-five minutes passed, and there was no sign of James or Claudia. James was only supposed to entertain Claudia for maybe a half hour, but he had already been gone for nearly an hour. He was beginning to think that perhaps the shit that the kid had told him about her mom was true. After all, Claudia didn’t know Cliff from beans. Who would leave their kid with a stranger for hours? Meanwhile, Cecily sat on the chair across from Cliff, holding her cigarette and being as quiet as a church mouse. She didn’t want to make Mr. Burton mad at her. It seemed like her mother was always mad at her for something. No matter what Cecily said or did, it always seemed to be the wrong thing in her mother’s eyes.

Cliff waited another fifteen minutes before reaching his breaking point. “This is fucking ridiculous!” he yelled as he leapt up off of the sofa, and threw his hands in the air.

“Now what’d I do?” Cecily asked, fear appearing on her face.

“Not you,” Cliff snarled at her. “James and your mom! Where the fuck are they? I have fucking work to go do!”

“I told you,” said Cecily. “When Mummy is with a boy, she stays gone for a long time.”

“Jesus Christ!” Cliff groaned as he put his hands on his hips. He really needed to get back to the studio. Flemming had wanted to record a few of his bass lines that afternoon, and he had some rewrites that he had wanted to do on Orion. He knew that he was not supposed to take Cecily out of the hotel lobby, but he had no choice. The shit just had to get done. He thought about ditching the little girl. She’d be alright in the hotel lobby wouldn’t she? He looked over at her. She was staring up at him with those fucking green eyes quite intently. She had been left in his care, and for the afternoon she was his responsibility. He just couldn’t leave a five-year-old little girl sitting alone in the lobby of a busy hotel.

“Grab your coat,” he instructed to her. “We’re going outside.”

“But I don’t have a coat,” replied Cecily.

“How can you fucking live in Denmark and not own a coat?” shot Cliff.

The girl didn’t say anything. She looked as if she were going to burst into tears at any given minute.

“Don’t fucking cry again!” Cliff scolded as he took her hand and roughly tugged on it.
“You need to grow some balls kid.”

“You’re hurting me,” Cecily whined as she followed Cliff out of the hotel and outside into the bitterly cold Denmark winter. “Where are we going?”

“I have to get to work,” Cliff answered shortly, as he huffed down the street with Cecily lagging behind him.

“What do you work as? Are you an astronaut?” Cecily asked.

“Do I fucking look like a fucking astronaut to you?” demanded Cliff, losing all patience with the kid.

“No,” replied Cecily. “Actually, you look a little like my Mum, only just not as pretty.”

“And I don’t have the bouncy tits!” snapped Cliff. “Now hurry up! You fucking dawdle worse than Kirk does.”

“I think it’s the hair,” Cecily said sweetly. “You have pretty hair Mr. Burton.”

Cliff raised his eyebrows, and looked down at the little girl who was standing beside him shivering in the cold. She had drawn her shoulders up practically to her ears, trying to keep warm. His hair had been called many things, but never “pretty.”

“Uh thanks,” he mumbled awkwardly. “Your hair is pretty badass too.”

“Is that a good thing?” the little girl asked.

“Absomotherfuckinglutely,” replied Cliff.

Cecily broke out into a huge smile. “Absomotherfuckinglutely,” she repeated, stumbling a bit over saying such a long and very weird word.

“You got it,” Cliff answered. They had to cross the street in order to get to the recording studio. He took her hand. She clung to it very tightly as they dashed through the slush and snow.

“If you’re not an astronaut,” said Cecily once they had crossed the street. “What are you Mr. Burton?”

“First of all,” said Cliff as he let go of her hand. “No more of this Mr. Burton bullshit. You make me sound like a history professor.”

“Then what do I call you?” Cecily asked.

“Cliff,” Cliff answered.

“Cliff?” Cecily repeated. “That’s a funny name.”

“Fuck you!” Cliff shot. He made some strange gesture with his middle finger. Cecily had never seen it before, but it looked enthralling.

“Is it short for anything?” she asked shyly.

“Clifford,” Cliff replied, not thrilled with exposing his real name.

Cecily giggled. “Just like Clifford, the big red dog.”

“You know,” said Cliff. “You really are an asshole.”

He opened the door to the recording studio. “And as an answer to your question, I don’t work as an astronaut,” he said. “I’m a musician, and I’m working on an album.”

“Wow,” Cecily breathed as she stepped into the recording studio, which was dark and musty smelling. It was almost like stepping into an old cave. “Do you play the violin?” she asked. “I’ve always wanted to play the violin. Don’t you think that it’s the most romantic instrument in the world?”

“No,” Cliff answered. “It’s for pussies.” He took off his jacket and threw it down on the busted up couch. At one point long ago, back in the day, the couch had been a fantastic shade of tangerine orange, but now it was a putrid shade of brown.

“You’re late,” Flemming barked from behind a huge recording console. To Cecily, the console looked like a spaceship. Cliff might as well have been an astronaut.

“Yeah, yeah,” Cliff groaned as he went over to his bass case that was sitting on the floor, and pulled out The Motherfucker.

“Your guitar is so pretty,” Cecily sighed as she watched him tune it up from where she was standing over in the corner.

“It’s not fucking pretty,” Cliff snarled. “The Motherfucker is a fucking badass. It’s my bitch.”

Cecily didn’t understand one word that this Mr. Cliff had just said, but for some reason it made her laugh. What she did know was that “The Motherfucker” seemed to make Mr. Cliff very happy.

“What’s with the kid Cliff?” Flemming asked as he lit a cigarette and pointed at Cecily. “Fuck! She can’t be in here! We have weed in here!”

He hastily threw a magazine over a bag of joints that was sitting out on the table.

“I don’t think she cares if there’s weed around,” said Cliff. He turned to the little girl. “Hey kid,” he went on. “Do you give a fuck if there’s weed out on the table?”

“What is weed?” asked Cecily.

“See,” Cliff shrugged. “She don’t give a shit.”

“Why is she with you?” Flemming asked, still not happy about having a little kid in the studio.

“I’m babysitting,” Cliff replied.

Flemming snorted. “No one in their right mind would put a child in your care,” he scoffed.

“Yeah well,’ said Cliff. “Her mother is off blowing James’s cock right now, so that tells you about the state of her mind. Kirk and Lars had to deliver baskets of holly to your mother so I’m the only one around to watch her.”

“That’s sad,” said Flemming. “Where’s her father?”

Cliff shrugged, and lit a cigarette. Flemming turned to Cecily. “Where’s your father?” he asked. “Can’t he watch you for the afternoon? Cliff has to record right now.”

Cecily looked down at the cigarette burn laden, and beer soaked dark blue carpet. “I don’t have a father,” she said softly.

“Naturally,” Flemming sighed. “I’m not letting her stay in here with me while I record you Cliff. They’re too many things that she could break in here. She’s going to have to go into the studio with you, but she can’t make a peep, or else she’ll ruin the recording.”

This was turning into a fucking disaster. Not only did Cliff have to fucking baby sit some stranger’s little girl, but now he actually had to drag her with him into the recording studio.

“I can’t have her in the recording room with me,” Cliff argued. “She’ll make noise and ruin everything. Look Flemming, I know my shit. I should be able to play my bass lines right on down and then I can leave. Can’t she stay in here with you?”

“No!” Flemming squawked. “It’s your job to baby sit her. Not mine!”

“I’m not getting paid,” said Cliff.

“I’m not going to be held responsible for her if she breaks some of this expensive equipment,” said Flemming. “Now let’s go. You’re pissing away studio time, and the record company’s money.”

Cliff sighed and took his bass. “Come on kid!” he barked at Cecily.

Cecily followed Cliff into the next room that was actually on the other side of a huge pane of glass. The room had beige, sponge-like walls, and a high ceiling. An assortment of amps, cables, and microphones were set up in the main area. A lonely drum kit sat in the corner. Cliff set his bass down next to one of the massive stacks of amplifiers. He turned to Cecily.

“You’re going to sit here,” he said as he sat her down on an egg crate that was in the far corner of the room. “I’m going to be recording an intricate bass masterpiece called Orion,” Cliff said importantly. “And if you make one little peep and fuck up my take I swear to God that I will slit your throat. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Mr. Cliff,” mumbled a frightened Cecily. She watched as Cliff made his way to the center of the room and put on a pair of bulky, clunky, headphones, picked up his bass, fucked around with some of the amplifiers that were scattered around him, and then nodded to Flemming who was on the other side of the glass.

She had a hard enough time as it seemed getting adults to want her. Her father certainly never wanted her, and her mother didn’t seem to want her half of the time either. That Mr. Flemming guy didn’t want her in the room with him, and it was obvious that neither did Mr. Cliff. She sat as still as humanely possible, afraid even to breathe. She really didn’t want to wreck Mr. Cliff’s song. She watched intently as his fingers moved effortlessly around the bass, his face focused in concentration. She had to admit that the song with just bass didn’t sound like much, but it seemed important. She focused on being careful not to fidget, and being as quiet as possible.

Cliff soon forgot that he had a little girl in the room with him as he focused on different parts of Orion, hopping around to various sections, making sure that all the parts were covered to his satisfaction.

There was one part that did catch Cecily’s attention. She looked up immediately. It was a bit slower than the other parts that she had heard, and very haunting, and very beautiful. It sent chills up her spine, and the hair on her back to stand. After that part was finished, he stopped, fucked around with Flemming for a few minutes, and then worked on another part that seemed almost as if it were some kind of solo. Cecily didn’t know much, but it seemed more important than the other parts of the song because Cliff did twenty-seven takes of it, the same thing over and over, except with different levels of distortion.

He’s so good, she thought. Perhaps if I played an instrument that well, my father would be impressed, and then he would want me.

“I think that’s quite enough,” Flemming said, his voice coming in the room through a speaker.

“Can’t I do it one more time?” Cliff asked.

“It’s fine Cliff!” Flemming bellowed. “I think the record company will be pleased. Why don’t you listen back to everything and decide which takes that you want,” he suggested. “I actually have to go to a meeting right now, but you can stay here. Just be sure to lock the door when you leave.”

“Alright,” Cliff nodded as he turned off his amplifiers and other various shit. He noticed Cecily sitting quietly in the corner. “Fuck kid!” he exclaimed. “You near gave me a fucking heart attack sitting there like that. I forgot all about you!”

“I was trying to be quiet,” said Cecily. “Was I quiet enough?”

“I guess so,” replied Cliff. “Come on. We’re going back to the other room, and don’t touch anything.”

“Mr. Cliff,” Cecily said shyly. “That music was beautiful. There was this slow section and it was the most romantic thing that I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Cliff frowned. He had never heard anyone refer to his music as romantic, but what did a stupid kid know. “Is that so?” he grumbled.

“I wish that someday I could play guitar like you do,” Cecily went on. “You’re a master.”

Cliff smiled at her, obviously liking the flattery. “Thank you,” he replied. “And I’m sure that someday you could learn guitar.”

“Would you teach me?” Cecily asked.

“Look kid I’m busy,” said Cliff as he plopped down in a chair and put on a pair of headphones. “I don’t run an entertainment service for little kids,” he added. “You’re much too young to learn guitar right now anyway. Your hands are too small.”

Cecily frowned at her hands. She always thought that she had rather ugly hands. She stuffed them behind her back. “I just want to play that pretty song that you played today,” she said softly.

“It would take you years to learn how to play a composition like Orion,” said Cliff, not looking up from the music he was listening to, carefully writing down which tracks that he wanted. “Now quit pestering me. Isn’t your mom done fucking James yet? My dick would have corroded and fallen off by now.”

“I just thought that maybe if I could play guitar as well as you do, that my father might want to meet me, and spend some time with me,” said Cecily. “Maybe he’d even love me.”

Cliff put down his pencil. He looked down at her. She was standing behind him, looking around at some of the posters that were hanging up on the wall. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. It had to be rough growing up without a dad around. At least James made it sound like it was pretty rough. Cecily was such a cute little girl too. Perhaps her real dad didn’t know about her, but if he did he was sure a creep for leaving her. Maybe their idea of tricking Lars and her as well into thinking that they were father and daughter wasn’t going to be such a good idea after all? What was the kid going to think when the truth came out? Would she be hurt after thinking that she had finally found her father in Lars, only to have him be taken away? However, Lars was an ass, he deserved this, and Cliff shrugged it off.


He handed her a pair of headphones.

“Here,” he said. “Put these on. You can help me pick out which takes I’m going to use.”

“I’d love to,” answered Cecily as she gladly took the headphones, which were much too big for her little head. “Though they all sounded perfect to me,” she added.

“I’m glad that you think so,” Cliff replied as he picked Cecily up, and set her on top of the recording console, her legs dangling off the end of it in midair.

Cliff worked diligently for a good half hour. It was easy to forget that he had a kid with him because she was so quiet. He had chosen all of his tracks and was doing some other work, but he still had the headphones on. He had popped in a Misfits tape to listen to while he worked, and had forgotten all about Cecily who was still sitting up on the console.

“Wow,” she breathed. “Is this you as well?” she asked.

Cliff looked up from his paper, and slid off his headphones. “No,” he answered. “Why?”

“It’s amazing,” she prattled on. “I love it.” She began to thrash her head around, sending her hair flying.

“You have to head bang the right way or else you’ll only wind up hurting yourself,” said Cliff. “Do it more with your hair, rather than with your neck, or else you’ll have one fucked up neck tomorrow morning.”

“Yes Mr. Cliff,” replied Cecily though she wasn’t quite sure what “fucked up” meant. She gave him back the headphones. “What was that band? I really like them a lot.”

Cliff smiled at her. “They’re called the Misfits,” he answered. “And they kick ass.”

The little fucker has good taste in music, Cliff thought to himself. A girl after my own heart. She’s a good little kid. She fucking didn’t make one peep during that recording session, and she was really cute when she tried to head bang. Maybe someday having a daughter wouldn’t be so bad. Fuck. I can’t believe that I just thought that. Well, if I ever do have a daughter she’d have to be just like this little girl. She likes the Misfits, she liked Orion, and she’s well behaved. I don’t even fucking remember her name.

Cliff noticed that Cecily was still huddled up as if she were cold. Flemming liked to keep it a bit chilly in the studio because he believed that it kept everyone’s concentration level up. Cecily was in long sleeves, but it was a very thin shirt. No wonder the poor thing was freezing. He slid off his jean jacket and put it around her.

“There,” he said. “You looked cold.”

“Thank you,” answered the little girl as she cuddled herself up in the jacket.

“By the way,” said Cliff, feeling ashamed to be asking this. He had spent the entire afternoon with herm and Kirk had mentioned a few times. He should know it by now.

“What the fuck is your name?” he asked.

“Would you please call me Cordelia?” said the girl.

“Is that your name?” Cliff asked.

“Not exactly, but I like it better than my real name,” answered Cecily. “It’s so romantic sounding don’t you think? Whenever you hear the name Cordelia, you immediately assume that she must be beautiful, with milky white skin and violet eyes that sparkle like stars. I’ve often wished that I had violet eyes. I think that even Mum would spend more time with me if I had violet eyes. Have you ever wished that you had violet eyes Mr. Cliff?”

“Uh no,” Cliff replied. “But I have sometimes wished that my dick was as long as Ron Jeremy’s.” Did somebody give this kid weed, he thought.

“Who?” Cecily asked.

“Never mind,” Cliff sighed. “Now quit fucking around. What is your name? Isn’t it Sarah or something?”

“No,” Cecily shook her head. “It’s Cecily.”

“Cecily,” Cliff repeated. He actually rather liked the name. “Hey, that’s a very pretty name,” he said.

“Really?” Cecily asked, surprised. “No one’s ever told me that before.”

“And no one has ever told me that I have pretty hair before,” answered Cliff. “So that makes us even. I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a bass lesson tomorrow if you’d like.”

“I’d adore that!” Cecily exclaimed.

“First thing to commit to memory is that Geezer Butler is the best fucking bassist on this planet,” said Cliff firmly. “He is God.”

“Yes sir,” nodded Cecily, committing the name to memory. She’d do anything for this new “Cliff” person who seemed to pay attention to her, way more attention than her mother ever paid her.

“That’s my girl,” said Cliff as he smiled at her.

Cecily felt all warm inside. He had called her my girl and she liked that. No one, no guy had ever said that to her before. It almost felt like having a real dad.

“You know Cecily,” Cliff went on. “That’s pretty fucking badass that you like the Misfits. I think that this might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship…”
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That was so sweet and badass, Ashley :horns2 I like how at the beginning, Cliff didn't want to be around Cecily, but when she liked the Misfits and Orion, she won him over :heart: And yes, this is the start of a beautiful friendship :wink
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Wow, that kicked some serious ass :biggrin I loved this flashback :nanner: Cecily was so sweet and crazy (well, she still is :) ) and was it the first time when the legendary question about weed was asked? :) :wink :P Awesome! I totally loved it, and I enjoyed it even more as I know how it all went :)
Now I wait for Kirk's ass being kicked :lol: (but some more flashback wouldn't do any harm too :biggrin :nanner: )
The last lines rocked! :biggrin
:heart: !!!
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Thank you soooo much girls. I'm surprised that y'all were down with the flashback. I was thinking that y'all would be like "what the fuck is she doing this for?"
It was great fun to write though.

Now we're back to the present time (or the fiction's present time I should say). :)


Chapter Ninety-Two


“Oh dear,” Kirk Hammett sighed as he frowned at his reflection in the full length mirror that was on the door of his armoire. “Choices, choices, choices. I don’t know whether or not I should wear the silk sherbet colored scarf, or my new ferret skin stole with my new silk suit. Woe is me. It definitely was easier getting dressed back in the days when I was poor. Being rich is so difficult.”

“I vote for the scarf,” said the hotel maid who was busy cleaning Kirk’s bathroom which was littered with little black hairs, and eyeliner smeared on the vanity counter.

Kirk whirled around to face the maid. He had barely noticed that she was in there cleaning. It was the middle of the afternoon. He supposed that the maid service had to come around at some point. She was pretty girl of Spanish decent with thick, dark, hair that was sleek and shiny. It was pulled back into a very becoming bun. Underneath her black maid’s uniform, Kirk could tell that there were two stunningly beautiful breasts that were just aching to come out and play.

“Oh,” he replied as he flirtatiously tossed his ravenous curls. “And just why do you prefer the scarf to the stole?” he asked.

“Well for one thing, it’s July,” replied the maid. “I think that fur seems a bit warm for summer, and I don’t believe in wearing animal furs period. A poor, innocent, ferret had to give up its life for that stole that you’re wearing Sir.”

“Please, call me Kirk,” Kirk replied. “And actually, this stole is faux ferret. See?” He handed the ferret stole over to her to show her that it wasn’t real, even though it did look like a real skinned ferret with eyes and nose and everything. “I love animals myself,” he went on. “I’m actually a vegetarian.”

“Really?” said the maid. “So am I.”

Kirk looked into her soft but dark eyes. He felt his entire soul shiver. He would do anything to take her right there, right on the bed.

“Since I’m a vegetarian,” Kirk went on as he reached out and gently took the maid’s hand. “I have to get my meat in another way,” he said suggestively.

“Oh?” the maid replied, raising an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you just say so?” She quickly kicked the hotel suite door shut, but didn’t bother to lock it. She tackled Kirk and had him down on the bed in a heartbeat. Kirk ripped off the top of her maid uniform, sending little black buttons flying everywhere. She had a black silk bra on underneath. Kirk went hard. He loved black silk. It was fine and luxurious just like expensive port imported from the West Indies.

“Oh yeah,” he huskily breathed as he gazed at her breasts which were delicately stuffed into the cups of the bra. She was a C cup he noticed. Kirk was very good at guessing bra sizes. C cups in Kirk’s humble opinion were the best size. Not too big, not too small, they were just right. As much as he adored black silk, that bra was going to have to come off. He began to gently undo the clasp that was on the back, and then carefully slipped it off. The maid’s perfectly sculpted tits bounced out, happy to be free, happy to be caressed by Kirk’s mouth and his very callused from the guitar, fingers.

“Uh,” she breathed as Kirk pressed his body up against her. She noticed right away that he smelled nice. She loved men that smelled nice. She slid off his silk jacket, and pulled off the gauzy, filmy, black shirt that he had had on underneath it, revealing his bare chest and shoulders: strong, chiseled, shoulders that were the color of creamy butterscotch. She traced the outline of his nipple gently with her finger, and felt a tingling sensation coming from deep within her.

“Make love to me,” Kirk whispered to her, the words hung in the hair like a fine perfume. She groaned from the suspense as she nodded, pressing herself even closer to him, as he slid off his pants and mounted her.

“What’s your name dear?” he breathed into her ear as he slowly and carefully entered her.

“Alejandra,” she replied as she moaned in passion.

“Jesus,” Kirk murmured. With a name like that, how could one not go hard? He slowly made his way into her, falling deeper and deeper inside of her with each and every breath that he took. Alejandra moaned something in Spanish. Since Spanish was one of the few languages that Kirk had yet to master, he wasn’t quite sure what she was saying, but he was pretty sure that it meant something good.

Kirk began to get sweaty, the mass of ink black hair that was behind his neck getting nearly soaked as he and Alejandra worked passionately. Alejandra held onto Kirk’s back, holding him tight. She could feel the perspiration rising up from his skin as she wrapped her legs around him and clung to him as their bodies were molded into one.

Cliff Burton darted down the hallway like a madman on a mission. Well for one thing, he was a man on a mission. His mission was to kick Kirk Fartknocker’s ass into the wall, and then go find his daughter.

“Wait for us Cliff!” Cheyenne cried as she and Emily trailed after him, but Cliff Burton would wait for no one. He made a beeline right for the door of Hamster’s room, and didn’t even bother to knock. He opened the door with so much force that the door slammed all the way into the wall, making a hole right in it. Cliff definitely had a knack for destroying hotel rooms.

“Alright Hamster you fucking son-of-a-bitch scrotum fucker!” Cliff roared as he stalked into the room.

“EEEEEK!” Kirk yelped as he immediately rolled off of Alejandra. “Why do you Burtons always have to barge in on me whenever I’m in the middle of getting laid?” he snarled, as he clamored under the bed covers so that Cliff wouldn’t see his junk.

“Because you’re always fucking getting laid!” Cliff returned. “You fucking screw more than an American prostitute in Paris!”

“Do American prostitutes screw a lot?” Kirk asked.

“Don’t fuck with me Kirk!” Cliff hissed.

“Why are so angry with me Cliff?” Kirk asked. “We’re best friends. Remember?”

“You know why!” Cliff retorted.

He made his way over to the bed and hovered over the very frightened Alejandra. “Get the fuck out of here!” he barked at her.

Alejandra just stared at Cliff with her big, dark, eyes. He looked like madman with his red hair flying around all frazzled from running, and his eyes illuminating with anger and vengeance.

“But, but-” she stammered.

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” Cliff screeched at the top of his lungs, his voice actually raising an octave.

Like a dog that had just had the shit beaten out of it, Alejandra slithered out of the bed, taking the bed coverlet with her to cover up her assets. Since she took the bed cover, Kirk no longer had anything to cover himself up with.

“Oh Kirk,” Cheyenne breathed, salivating.

Kirk quickly grabbed a pillow. He noticed that Emily was blushing upon seeing him naked. She obviously didn’t remember the time that they had been drunk, naked, and in a hot tub together at a motel near Cincinnati.

“It’s a jolly good thing that you’re hear Cliff,” Kirk babbled as he watched Alejandra stumble out of the room. “I was having such a fashion crisis earlier. Should I wear my sherbet colored silk scarf, or my faux ferret stole?”

“The sherbet colored scarf,” chorused Emily and Cheyenne.

“Nobody seems to like my faux ferret stole,” Kirk whined as he picked it up, and held it over his package. It was just the perfect size, and hid everything quite well. “I think that it’s the most perfect accessory,” he added. “Don’t you Cliff?”

“No!” Cliff grumbled. “It belongs stuffed up your ass!”

He lunged at Kirk grabbing him, the faux ferret stole fell to the ground where Cheyenne intercepted it, and immediately sniffed it. After all, that faux ferret stole had touched Kirk Hammett’s cock. It would be a very nice addition to her Metallica shrine.

Cliff grabbed Kirk by the neck nearly choking him. He pulled a jackknife out of the pocket of his bellbottom jeans and held it to Kirk’s throat.

“No!” Kirk wailed. “Please! Don’t kill me! I’m rich and famous now. I don’t want to die!”

“Then shut the fuck up and listen to me!” Cliff snarled.

“Where on earth did he get a knife like that?” Cheyenne wondered aloud.

“Cliff has a huge collection of knives,” Emily replied matter-of-factly. “I’ve bought him several of them as presents for birthdays and Christmases. I think Cecily bought him one for Father’s Day one year.”

She became quiet as she remembered back to one birthday where she had ordered him a knife that came all the way from motherfucking South Korea. The handle of it had been made from illegal whalebone, and Cliff cherished it almost as much as his bass. The silly things she had used to do for that man back when she was in love with him.

Kirk whimpered as Cliff held onto his neck very tightly. He could feel the coolness of the knife’s blade brushing against the hairs on the back of his neck.

“Do you have any idea how fucking worried I’ve been about Cecily for the past few days?” Cliff snarled. “I’ve practically worried my dick off over that girl! Meanwhile you’ve known where she is all along!”

“I can explain Cliff,” Kirk replied.

Cliff pressed the knife blade against Kirk’s neck again. Kirk shuddered.

“There is nothing to explain!” Cliff snarled. “The only explaining that you will do is to take me to her room right now.”

“She just wanted you and Emily back together again,” Kirk babbled. “We were just trying to play cupid. We didn’t mean any harm.”

“Didn’t mean any harm!” Cliff yelped. “We had the entire fucking city of London out looking for her! I’ve been so worried sick that I could barely function! Do you know what it’s like to have your child go missing? No! You don’t know! All I can do is hope someday when you have a kid, he’ll wander away for a while and then you’ll know the panic and horror that I’ve felt for these past few days!”

“I’m really sorry Cliff,” Kirk said desperately. “You have every reason to be angry with me.”

“You think?” Cliff shot. He shook Kirk violently.

Kirk let out a piteous whimper. “But at least I put her up in one of the nicest suites that the hotel has to offer,” he defended. “I’ve been bringing her meals, and hanging out with her, and I bought her this very tres chic little outfit from a boutique downstairs.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck if it has a stripper’s pole, a pinball machine, and a pink elephant!” Cliff screamed. “I want my girl back!”

“Alright, alright,” Kirk sighed. “Just let go of me. How did you find about Cecily anyway?”

“Jackson wrote to Cliff,” explained Emily, as Cliff lowered the knife and loosened his grip on Kirk.

“Ah yes,” nodded Kirk. “Cecily’s boyfriend. I think that they’re going to make such a lovely couple. They’d have the most beautiful children together. Don’t you think so Cliff?”

For an answer, Cliff grabbed Kirk by the neck once again, and held up the knife. “Over my dead body,” he growled.

“I just have to see that bathtub,” cut in Cheyenne, trying to keep a happy, sprightly, peace amongst all of the chaos. “It sounds heavenly.”

“Oh it is,” Kirk went on. “It’s like something out of a Persian palace. And it has this-”

“Could we cut the bullshit chitchat and get back to discussing my daughter?” Cliff interrupted, still holding the knife up to Kirk’s throat. “Take me to her now,” he ordered.

“Now?” Kirk repeated.

“Yes,” Cliff answered. “I want to see Cecily. I want to see my little girl.”

“Can I get dressed first?” Kirk asked. “I don’t think that Cecily would want to see me naked.”

“Oh yeah she would,” said Emily.

Cliff glared at her, and then turned back to Kirk. “Hurry,” he hissed as he released him. “Don’t fuck around, or else I’m going to take a giant shit right on your faux mink stole.”

“Its ferret,” Kirk corrected as he scurried about the room looking for his black silk pants. “Now where’s my belt?” he wondered as he hunted around on the floor. “I can’t go out in public without my brand new Kenneth Cole belt.”

“Never mind that!” Cliff snapped. “At least you’re decent now. Let’s go!” He grabbed Kirk roughly by the hair and ushered him out of the hotel room. Kirk only had on his pants. He had on no shirt, no shoes, no belt, and no fabulous faux ferret stole either. They made their way up to the floor that Cecily was on, down the hall, and to her room.

“We have to use the secret codeword first,” said Kirk importantly. “She’ll only open the door if we use the codeword.”

“This isn’t fucking kindergarten!” Cliff snapped, exasperated. He grabbed the room key, and unlocked Cecily’s door. Then he burst inside the room.

Cecily was curled up on the couch taking a nap. Daytime British TV had put her to sleep. She was dressed in the new outfit that Kirk had bought for her. Upon hearing the door open she woke up.

“Cecily!” Cliff’s voice yelled as he ran into the room looking for her. “Where are you?”

She sat up immediately. “Daddy!” she exclaimed.

Sure enough there was Cliff with Miss Emily trailing in behind him. Kirk must have told them where she was for some reason. Cecily didn’t care. She had missed both of them so much.

Cliff whirled around and saw Cecily sitting over in the sitting area. Never had she looked so beautiful to him. His eyes welled up with tears as he ran over to her. Cecily sprang up off of the couch and practically leapt right into Cliff’s arms. He knelt down to be more at her level, and took her into them.

“Oh Cecily,” he moaned, as he buried his face in her hair, and hugged her so tightly that it nearly ruptured her ribcage. However Cecily didn’t complain. She was just happy to be with her dad again. “I’m so happy to have my girl back,” he went on.

“You’re crying Daddy,” said Cecily as she wiped his tears away for once, instead of it being the other way around.

Cliff nodded as he looked at her, his eyes filling with pride. “I love you so much Cecily. You have no idea how worried I’ve been about you.”

Just then, Emily made her way over to them. She ignored Cliff, and threw her arms around Cecily as well. She was also crying.

“You’re safe!” she moaned. “My darling little girl is safe. She’s safe, and back with us.” She kissed the top of Cecily’s head, and held her close. “My sweet, sweet, little, girl,” she sighed.

Cecily had no idea why Kirk had ended their plan at that very moment, or what exactly had happened. All she knew was that she was now back with the two people whom she loved most in the entire world, and that both Cliff and Emily were hugging her at the same time. She felt as if she were the middle section of a sandwich. She had no idea if they were together again or not. It didn’t look like it. One thing that she did know for certain was that with them all hugging together it felt like the three of them were a family again, and to Cecily it was the greatest feeling in the world…
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Poor Kirk, and poor Alejandra :lol: At least Cecily is safe now, and I hope Cliff and Emily can be civil for her sakes, poor kid :(
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I'm caught up with Everything. Jesus, a lot of shit has happened. I mean Lots. I can't say as much as I want to, and I have no idea where to start. Wow. I love it, though...I hope Emily and Cliff will still realize that they love eachother lots :(. Lots and Lots.
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Vanessa- I feel bad for poor Kirk and Alejandra too. :lol: :lol:

Rae- Lord girl, you did catch up on a lot. Thank you and I hoped you liked it.



Some more drama now. :dance


Chapter Ninety-Three

Cliff never wanted to let Cecily go. He held the girl until every bone in her body ached, and her hair was all smashed down. However, he knew that he needed to be a parent. He needed to scold her, and he needed to get her home. The two were alone at the moment. Kirk had taken Cheyenne and Emily upstairs to show them Cecily’s fabulous bedroom and bathroom. Cheyenne’s squeals could be heard all the way down the stairs.

“You have no idea how fucking worried I’ve been,” Cliff said as he looked at his daughter, her curls framing her face. “You have to promise me to never, ever, ever, pull any bullshit like this again.”

“Yes Daddy,” Cecily answered. She reached out and gave him another hug. “I was only trying to help you.”

“Help me?” Cliff snorted. “Baby girl,” he said as he put his arm around Cecily. “I’m very happy that you are found, but you did not fucking help me in the least. I’m sure glad that Jackson wrote to me though. At least he was finally useful.”

“Jackson?” Cecily repeated, as her heart sank.

“He told me where you were,” Cliff answered. “I demanded that Kirk take me to you.”

“I asked him not to tell,” Cecily groaned. “How could he do this to me?”

“I tried to tell you Cess,” said Cliff as he lit up a cigarette. “Boys are assholes. You wouldn’t listen to your Dad.”

“I never want to see Jackson again,” Cecily quipped bitterly.

“Good,” nodded Cliff. “Though you might have to see him around when he comes over for a bass lesson.”

To Cliff’s surprise, Cecily started crying. “What the fuck is the matter Cess?” he asked as he hugged her. “Don’t fucking cry like a pussy.”

“I had Mr. Kirk give me that kissing lesson,” Cecily wailed. “It was all for nothing!”

“Kirk gave you a kissing lesson?” Cliff cried. “Jesus fucking Christ! I’m going to fucking kill the bastard!”

“I asked Jackson not to tell you,” Cecily sobbed. “He said that he wouldn’t. He lied to me Daddy. He lied to me!”

“Boys are pigs Cess,” said Cliff as he kindly stroked her hair.

“I trusted him Daddy,” Cecily blubbered. “I know that hiding from you and Mom was wrong, but I trusted him with my secret and he broke it. I’ll never trust another boy again. Not for as long as I live.”

Cliff was quiet. He didn’t know what to say. Honestly, he was thrilled that Jackson had told him Cecily’s secret.

“I’ll grow up to be an old spinster maid just like Miss Lavender,” Cecily dramatically moaned.

Cliff didn’t even want to know just who the fuck Miss Lavender was. He looked down at his cigarette. It broke his heart to see Cecily pissing and moaning over some boy, even if in Cliff’s opinion Jackson didn’t really do anything wrong. The thing that hurt was that Cecily was heartbroken, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he had ever made Emily hurt that same very way. Had she ever cried over him because of something that he had done?

He remembered that beautiful pair of silver hoop earrings that he had bought her, the pair that she still often wore. She thought that he had bought her those just out of the goodness of his heart, but in reality, he had bought them for her because he had slept with not one, but four chicks while he was away with Metallica on a weekend tour and he was engaged to her at the time. He knew what he did was wrong, and he felt really bad about it. Actually, Cliff hated to admit it, but Emily had quite a collection of jewelry, music boxes, flowers, and other random trinkets that he had bought for her because he had been on tour and had screwed some other chick and was feeling guilty about it. It had never quite hit him this way before. Cliff had always figured what Emily didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, and she always seemed to like the presents that he brought back for her. But he also knew that she always found out about it, and that no stupid present could ever take away the hurt that she felt. It took him seeing Cecily hurt, for him to realize that he wasn’t exactly very trustworthy. No wonder Emily had walked out on him. He wouldn’t be able to stand that if someone had treated Cecily that way.

“I wish that I could tell you different Cess,” he said sadly. “But guys can’t be trusted. At least I can’t be.” He took Cecily’s hands. “I know that you really want me to get back together with Emily. I know that our breakup has been very hard on you, but I’ve done some shit in the past to her that I’m not particularly proud of. Quite frankly, I’ve treated her like shit, and I wasn’t a very good fiancé to her. I promise that if I ever get engaged again that this time it will be for real. I’m going to commit for real, and never cheat on my woman ever again.”

“You’re not going to marry that blonde bimbo that you brought in here are you?” Cecily asked.

“You mean Cheyenne?” Cliff asked. “That bimbo happens to think that Master of Puppets is one of the greatest songs ever written, and she deserves respect.”

Cecily wiped her eyes and looked behind her to make sure that Emily was still upstairs with Kirk. She lowered her voice into a whisper.

“Miss Emily is still in love with you,” she said.

“I think that I’ve had quite enough bullshit from you Cecily,” replied Cliff as he took a puff on his cigarette.

“It’s true,” said Cecily stubbornly. “She said that she respects and admires Mr. Evan, but she can never love him because she’s still hopelessly and madly in love with you. Isn’t that the most tragically romantic thing that you’ve ever heard? Thwarted love!”

“Stop being ridiculous!” Cliff scolded, anger creeping into his voice. “Cecily, Emily and I are not characters in some drippy Arthurian romance novel. We’re real people, and we don’t love each other. And don’t use the word thwarted,” he rattled. “That word creeps me out. It’s not right for a little girl to use such a word.”

“So I can say fuck,” said Cecily. “But I can’t say thwart?”

Cliff nodded. “That’s right,” he said. “I don’t like that word.”

“I don’t understand why you and Miss Emily can’t be together,” Cecily argued. “You both love each other.”

“I don’t love Emily,” Cliff said flatly.

“Kirk said that you told James that you did,” replied Cecily.

Metallica gossips worse than a pack of old ladies, Cliff thought sullenly. “I was drunk,” he said finally.

“Great Aunt Josephine says that the truth always comes out when you’re drunk,” preached Cecily.

“Yeah well, Aunt Jo says a lot of fucked up shit,” said Cliff.

“Daddy,” Cecily said quietly. “How can you not just love and adore Miss Emily?”

“Easily,” replied Cliff. “The woman is a fucking bitch. It’s over between us Cess. I’ll find you a new mom, and this time she’ll be nice to you unlike Clarisse, I promise. Maybe you’ll even get on with Cheyenne. She’s really pretty.”

Just then, Kirk, Cheyenne, and Emily came down the stairs and into the sitting room.

“Cliff!” Cheyenne exclaimed as she ran to greet him. “You really do need to check out the bathroom. It’s amazing. It’s fit for a princess.” She smiled over at Cecily, and went over to her. “So this is Cliff’s famous daughter?” she said. She took one of Cecily’s long curls and caressed them through her fingers. “A Metallidaughter,” she went on. “It’s an honor to meet you Cecily. Do you think that I could take a lock of your hair for my shrine?”

“Why on earth would you want a lock of my hair?” Cecily asked, slightly weirded out.

“Because,” Cheyenne replied. “You’re Cliff Burton’s daughter.” She took Cecily into her arms, giving the girl a tight hug. “Please give me a lock of your beautiful hair.”

“I guess so,” mumbled a confused Cecily. “Clarisse never wanted a lock of my hair. She hated me.”

“I can’t believe that your father dated that cow,” scoffed Emily. “That just tells you what a great judge of character he is. I can’t believe he’d even date someone who treated his daughter so poorly.”

“Hey!” snapped Cliff. “That wasn’t called for. I’m done with Clarisse. I got rid of her.”

What the fuck was with Emily? Why was she talking smack about him? He had actually just been thinking about how pretty she looked, and about what Cecily had just told him. Maybe deep down inside, he was actually hoping that it was true, but now he was positive that it wasn’t.

“Yeah finally,” retorted Emily. “After she treated your daughter like shit first. Was having your dick stroked and sucked on for a month worth it Cliff? Was it worth how rudely that woman treated Cecily?”

“That’s not fair Emily,” Cliff argued. “I love Cecily. You know that.”

He had just been reunited with his daughter, and he wasn’t going to let his bitter ex who still had a thing going on for him ruin everything. She was trying to drive a wedge between them. She was trying to use Cecily as a pawn in order to get back in the sack with him, and he wasn’t going to let her even have a chance at that.

“Come Cecily,” Cliff said sternly. “We’re going to pack up your things, and then we’re going to take the next flight possible to the United States. Even if we only get to New York City by tonight, that’s good enough for me.”

“You can’t take Cecily back to the U.S. tonight!” exclaimed Emily. “She’s my maid of honor.”

“You know Emily,” Cliff said quite nastily. “Maybe if you weren’t such a frigid bitch all of the time you’d have a real friend your own age to be your maid of honor, instead of having to use my daughter as one.”

“Daddy please!” Cecily cut in. “I really want to be in Miss Emily’s wedding. I’m supposed to do the flowers. Remember?”

“Actually,” said Cheyenne. “I did the flowers with Mrs. Fitzgerald.”

“What!” Emily squawked. “You did my flowers? You did the flowers for my wedding? Cecily was supposed to do the flowers.”

“Cecily wasn’t around at the time,” Cheyenne stammered. “Mrs. Fitzgerald liked everything that I picked.”

“Oh God!” Emily cried as she threw her hands into the air. “Lord only knows what you picked out! They’re probably roses that say Metallica on them.”

“No,” answered Cheyenne. “But that does sound beautiful.”

“I can’t believe this!” Emily roared as she threw a pillow across the room. “One of the few things that I really wanted for this wedding was for my little girl to do the flowers, and be my maid of honor!”

“She’s not your little girl Emily,” Cliff said coldly. He threw some money at her. “You can ship Cess’s shit back to the United States!” he barked. “We’re not even going to bother going back to your place to pack it all up. I’m taking her to the airport right now.”

“But my wedding,” Emily blubbered.

“I don’t really give a fuck about your wedding Emily!” Cliff squawked. “Have a wonderful life with Evan Fitz-shit-head!”

“I am sick and tired of you degrading my fiancé!” Emily barked. “Actually Cliff, you could learn a few things from Evan!”

“Oh yeah?” Cliff snorted. “Evan can’t play brilliant bass solos.”

“No,” said Emily. “But he can give me a real honest-to-God orgasm which is a hell of a lot more than you ever did!”

“You were faking?” Cliff squawked.

“You can give me orgasms Cliff,” said Cheyenne. “I think that Jason is a better bassist, but you’re definitely a better lover.”

“Shut the fuck up Cheyenne!” Cliff yelled.

“Hey!” busted in Kirk. “Don’t tell her to shut up!”

“Oh fuck you!” Cliff snapped at him. “You’ve done quite enough!”

He lightly slapped Kirk across the face.

“EEEEEEEEYYYYYAAAA!” Kirk squealed as he dramatically fell in a heap of silk and black curls on the floor.

“Let’s go Cecily!” Cliff ordered. “Come on!” He grabbed her arm.

“I don’t want to ship my things back home,” she said. “I want to at least say goodbye to Mr. Evan, and I want to get my violin. I’m not shipping it. It’s old, fragile, and might break.”

Cliff sighed huffily and flipped his hair over his shoulder because Maggie likes it so much. “Cecily,” he began. “I’m not going to let you play on some violin that my ex girlfriend’s boyfriend bought for you. I’ll get you your own violin once we get back home. I promise.”

“Emily is not just an ex girlfriend!” yelled Cecily. “She’s my mom! I want to be in her wedding!”

“Cecily Virginia Burton!” Cliff bellowed. “You might think that I’m not pissed at you for pulling this whole fucking fiasco, but I’m plenty angry with you, and when we get home you will be punished accordingly!”

“You’re not going to lock me up in my room with no food again are you?” Cecily asked. “Because it seems like for this whole duration of the summer I’ve been locked up in a room with little to no food.” She glanced at Kirk who was still slithering around on the floor whimpering. “No offence Mr. Kirk, but you did a piss poor job of feeding me.”

“None taken,” Kirk mumbled sourly.

“It would be in your best interest Cecily to just shut up and come with me now,” said Cliff. “Let’s get the fuck out of England.”

“Daddy,” Cecily begged as she took his hand. “Miss Emily is the only mother that I have, or at least the only mother that cares about me. I really want to be at her side on her special day. The wedding is in five days. Surely you could let me stay. We could both stay in England for five more days. We could go to Buckingham Palace together.”

“Cecily, I have thought this through very carefully,” Cliff said evenly. “We’re leaving as soon as possible. I want to get to the U.S. by tonight.”

“Why are you hurting me Cliff?” Emily asked. “I thought that we had called a truce? Why are you trying to take my daughter away? I know that you don’t think she is my daughter, but I can’t have children of my own. Cess is all I got.”

“Well it’s a damn good thing that you can’t have any children!” Cliff yelled at her. “You don’t deserve to fucking have any!”

Emily burst into tears. Cliff turned to Cecily. “Let’s go!” he said to her as he went to grab her arm. Cecily pulled away from him, and began to run towards the spiral staircase that went upstairs.

“Cecily!” Cliff squealed. “Come back here!”

“No!” yelled Cecily as she ran up the stairs. “Not until you two stop quarreling! You guys are both being pompous and stubborn! If you two aren’t going to be together, can’t you at least act civil towards each other?”

“I’ve tried being civil to your father,” replied Emily. “It’s no use.”

“You haven’t tried Mom!” yelled Cecily. “And neither have you Dad!”

“Cecily, you are already in enough trouble with me!” Cliff retorted. “Get your ass down here now!”

“Why do you two have to be so cruel to each other?” Cecily asked. She was now in full blown tears as she reached the top of the stairs. “Can’t you guys go back to the way that you once were? You two used to love each other so much!”

“That was another time Cecily,” said Emily. “I’ve met a wonderful, an absolutely wonderful man in Evan. I’m over and done with Cliff.”

“Princess,” Cliff said to Cecily in a much sweeter tone. “Let’s just go home. Maybe we could even go back to White Rock for a while and sort things out, just you and me. We’ll have a waffles and horror movies fest. Come on Cess. Let’s just put the bullshit behind us.”

Cecily bit her lip. She knew that getting her parents back together again was a lost cause. Her and Kirk’s plan had ended in disaster, all because of cock sucking Jackson. He was dead to her. Her father had been right about that. Boys did blow ass. Still, she wished that she could stay for Emily’s wedding. She could tell how hurt Emily was by the fact that Cliff was taking her away so suddenly, but what could she do? She had no choice, but to shut up, and go with her father back to California. The tears started to fall faster and faster.

“Shit or get off the pot Cecily!” Cliff barked at her. “If you don’t get your ass down here in ten fucking seconds, I’m going to go up there and drag you down here by the hair.”

“I’ll make sure that your violin arrives safely to you,” Emily said kindly through tears. “Don’t worry Sweetheart.”

Cecily’s heart began to race, and she suddenly started to feel very warm, actually she was sweating, but it was a cold sweat as her heart went faster and faster. She started to drift into a state of lightheadedness, and the room started to spin. She knew what was coming, and there wasn’t a damn thing that she could do about it. Her vision started to blur as her knees started to feel very, very, weak.

“Daddy help,” she moaned, and then she collapsed. She collapsed, fainting, and tumbling all the way down the spiral stairs.

“Cecily!” Cliff, Emily, Kirk, and Cheyenne all gasped in horror as the little girl fell hard onto the marble floor, smacking her head hard against an opulent oak and marble credenza table that was right next to the staircase.

She lay splat on the floor. She was totally unconscious, and totally still, and most of all, totally lifeless….











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