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Daughter of the Year; Ze Sequel to Father of the Year
Topic Started: December 14, 2007, 12:15 am (11,160 Views)
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This is sooooo cool!!!!!

then we'll need another sequel about Cecily marrying Jackson :lol:

I still want to shoot Clarisse!!!! she's such a fucking annoying bitch! :angry

Loved the 'Jackson-imitating-Cliff' part :lol: :horns:
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I hate Clarisse with a fiery passion...and it's Cliff's fault for ruining things with Emily. I'm glad he left Metallica when Bob said no more bass solos, that's just stifling his creativity. I hate it when producers/people try to do that. Grr. I'm glad that there's a sequel to Father of the Year, but I hate it badly that Cecily's getting to be treated so horribly and ruthlessly. Jackson seems like a cool kid, and Cliff needs to WAKE UP AND SMELL THE FREAKING COFFEE.
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Thanks everyone! I made everybody hate Clarisse yay!
I am lucky to say that I was never made to take piano lessons as a kid. I did have to take them in college in order to graduate. I fucking hated them. I bitched constantly about it. And since graduating, I have yet to touch a fucking piano.

And holy shit I've hit 2000 posts. Damn, I write a lot of stories. I don't know what to put as my thing. Eek!


Chapter Nine

Cecily hung around the door of Cliff’s sanctuary waiting for his last student to leave. She wanted to get to him before that nasty Clarisse did. As soon as his dippy student was out the door, Cecily burst into the room, the sweet smell of pot, stale beer, and lemon verbena greeting her.

“Hi Daddy!” she said.

“Hi there Cess,” he returned. He was winding up some amp cables. “You’ve come just in time to help me clean some of this shit up.”

Cecily didn’t mind being roped into tidying up her Dad’s music room. She was seldom ever allowed in there, but when she was allowed it was one of her favorite rooms. It was the one room in the house where Emily let Cliff do whatever his heart desired with the decorating, and he sure did take her up on that.

The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with various music posters. They weren’t all metal or rock posters either. They ranged from everyone from Count Basie and his Orchestra, to Django Reinhardt, and even Franz Liszt. There was also a very strange looking picture of a Native American shaman hanging above Cliff’s desk. There was a couch that was so ugly that it was actually kind of cute. Cliff and Cecily had found it together shortly after Cliff had bought his first house, a much smaller house five years ago. He was very hard up for furniture, and still didn’t have much money, so he and Cecily had gone alley picking one day and had found it. It was a flattering shade of mustard yellow, with a slightly greenish tinge, and had big floppy cushions the kind that always looked messy even right after you had just fluffed them up. There was also an upright piano that was near buried under piles of music, a beat up piece of shit file cabinet, bookshelves heaped with music books and guitar magazines, some recording equipment, and a beat up and very cluttered metal desk, also one of Cliff’s alley picking treasures.

Cliff could tell that Cecily seemed to be in a way better mood than she had been in that morning. “What are you so happy for?” he asked as he grabbed some amp cables from her and threw them into an egg crate. “You bash Clarisse over the head with a hairdryer?”

“No,” answered Cecily. “But that is a good idea.”

Cliff rolled his eyes at her.

“May I go see the play Sir Gawain and the Green Knight this weekend?” Cecily asked.

“We were going to have our waffles and horror fest night,” said Cliff. “Could you go on Friday? That’s the night that Clarisse really wants to go out with me.”

“I can go on Friday,” Cecily nodded. Going out to a play with Jackson on Friday night sounded a lot better than sitting at home by herself while Clarisse monopolized her father for the entire night. “That way we can have Saturday night for waffles and horror movies,” she said.

“Yeah, you can go,” said Cliff. “Just don’t get too tired to eat waffles and watch horror movies with me on Saturday.”

“I could never be too tired for that,” replied Cecily. She gave Cliff a hug. “Thank you Daddy.”

“Do you need a ride?” Cliff asked. “Or is Mandie’s or Clemmie’s mom picking you up?”

Cecily’s heart began to beat a bit faster. Now this was going to be the weird part. “Actually,” she began. “I’m not going with Mandie or Clemmie.”

Cliff furrowed his brow. “Well you have to be going with somebody,” he stated. “I ain’t letting you go off gallivanting all over hell’s half acre by yourself.”

“I’m going with Jackson,” Cecily answered. “He invited me. His Mom is taking us.”

Jackson,” repeated Cliff, a frown forming on his face. “You mean as in my bass student Jackson?”

Cecily nodded. “He knows that I love The Lady of Shalott so he thought that I might like Sir Gawain and the Green Knight too. He’s right Dad.”

“I’m sorry Cecily,” Cliff said immediately fumbling around his trashed out desk for his cigarettes, for he was going to be needing them. “I didn’t know that you were going with Jackson.” He lit his cigarette. “I ain’t down with that.”

“But why not?” Cecily exclaimed. “You know Jackson. You’ve been giving him lessons for years.”

“I said no,” Cliff answered sternly, blowing smoke into the air.

“But you said that I could go with Mandie or Clemmie,” Cecily pointed out. “Jackson is my friend too.”

“There’s a difference,” said Cliff.

“What difference?”

“You’re a girl, he’s a boy,” Cliff replied. “That’s the difference. Cecily, you’re eleven-years-old.”

“I’m twelve next week!” Cecily cut in.

“Still too young to be dating,” Cliff quipped. He took another drag on his cigarette.

“This isn’t a date Dad,” said Cecily. “We’re going to see a play, with his mother.”

“That’s how it all starts out Cess,” said Cliff. “Believe me, I know. You’ll go out on little excursions with his Mom, and then she’ll start dropping you guys off alone at various places like the movies, or at the mall. And then before you know it, she’ll be dropping you off at roadside fuck motels for the night.”

“You’re being absolutely ridiculous Daddy!” Cecily exclaimed. “I can’t believe that you won’t let me go see a play with Jackson and his Mom! Fuck. Mandie even has her own sort of boyfriend.”

“Yeah, well Mandie’s Dad is down with having his daughter slop all over boys and acting like a tramp,” snarled Cliff. “I’m not.”

“I’ve never had a boy even glance in my direction before,” said Cecily. “This is the first time that I’ve ever had a boy even talk to me.”

“I thought that you didn’t even like boys,” said Cliff. “You said they smell bad.”

“Geezer smells bad and I like him,” Cecily returned.

“It’s for your own good Cess,” said Cliff. He put out his cigarette.

“It’s not like that I’m marrying him!” Cecily shouted.

“That ain’t ever going to happen either,” said Cliff. “I’m sorry Cecily, but my answer is no, and I don’t want to hear any more bitching about it. I’m your Dad and that’s what I say. Now go run along and see what Clarisse wants for dinner.”

“I can’t believe that you let me drink coffee and swear, but you won’t let me go out with Jackson and his mom for a few hours. Fuck. You even said that I can smoke weed when I’m fifteen.”

“You don’t get pregnant from swearing, drinking coffee, or smoking weed,” Cliff answered. “Now I told you Cess, my answer is no and no bitching.”

Cecily gave a very annoyed and huffy sigh, as she left his studio. She couldn’t believe what an asshole Cliff was being.

As soon as Cecily left, Cliff fished out a joint from the bottom drawer of his desk. Cigarettes just weren’t enough to calm his nerves at the moment. He lit it up and took a hit.

In his mind, he knew that the day would come where some boy would be interested in his daughter, but it had hit him so suddenly, but then again it hadn’t. When he had arrived back from his two month tour he had definitely noticed that even in those two months, Cecily had grown up quite a bit. It was easier to see after not seeing her for a while. No, she hadn’t gotten any taller, but it was in her face and the way that she dressed and wore her hair, and was always wearing those stupid hats all the time. She was at that age where she was caught between a young lady and a little girl. Cliff would rather keep her a little girl. He didn’t like the thought of a boy interested in her mostly because he knew that Jackson was two good years older than Cecily. He was fourteen, and Cliff knew how fourteen-year-old boys thought and acted. He remembered when he was fifteen, and he had started to innocently hang around with a thirteen-year-old girl. The whole time that they were innocently hanging around all he could think about was getting laid by her. The very thought of Jackson, one of his favorite bass students, having such thoughts about Cecily, made Cliff’s stomach churn.

To top it all off the innocent hanging around that Cliff had done back when he was Jackson’s age, had only lasted for about three weeks. Then he got what he had wanted. He had fucked her, and had taken away her innocence one Thursday afternoon before her parents had gotten home from work. After that, he no longer wanted to be with her anymore, so he dumped her the very next day. Cliff couldn’t bare the thought of anyone doing that to his Cecily. He’d fucking kill Jackson himself.

Clarisse poked her head in the room. “Clifford Sweetie,” she said. “Are we going to continue what we were doing this morning?” She let herself in, came over to him, and started to rub his neck. Between the weed and the neck rub, Cliff was starting to feel pretty good.

“Oh yes,” he replied. “Where were we?” He unzipped the fly of her white shorts and pushed her down onto the ugly couch as he climbed right on top of her. She began kissing him wildly. For a brief second, and only a brief second, he had a thought that had never crossed his mind before. He was banging a chick just seven years older than Cecily. How did Clarisse’s Father feel about it? Did Clarisse’s Dad have the same thoughts about him as he was having about Jackson? Shit, he was even eleven fucking years older than she was!

However, Clarisse now had his pants unzipped and nearly off of him, and he had her shirt off. Oh well, he thought as he moaned and undid her bra, causing her breasts to sprawl out like a snake out of a nut can. Clarisse isn’t my daughter to worry about…
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“That’s how it all starts out Cess,” said Cliff. “Believe me, I know. You’ll go out on little excursions with his Mom, and then she’ll start dropping you guys off alone at various places like the movies, or at the mall. And then before you know it, she’ll be dropping you off at roadside fuck motels for the night.”

hahaha that made me laugh.
aww hopefully cliff will let cecily go with jackson, and give that bitch clarisse the flick!
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*G* Nice to see that Cliff has some food for thought there - what would Clarisse's father think indeed?!

However, Clarisse now had his pants unzipped and nearly off of him, and he had her shirt off. Oh well, he thought as he moaned and undid her bra, causing her breasts to sprawl out like a snake out of a nut can. Clarisse isn’t my daughter to worry about…

^^ That however - made me laugh so much. It is so very, very Cliff. I swear, the dude could be destracted from the imminent apocalypse by a decent set of tits and a nice ass! Excellently put in :)

However, I did like the part where you described how Cliff was realising that hey, hang on a minute, Cecily really is growing up. I think he's finally getting the fact that he's going to have a lot more trouble on his hands when she's a teenager. At least when she was little his word was law... Still - we'll see how that goes, if nothing else, it's going to be helluvan interesting!

And his summing up of Jackson - man that was funny! I love how he reflected on how he was at that age, and the snippets of what he got up to. It not only rounds out his character in backstory, but it provides an insight into the fact that hey he has grown up, and he doesn't want others to follow in his footsteps (at least not with his daughter!).

Wonderful chapter! I'm looking forward to seeing what Cecily is going to do about the fact that Cliff said no. I just don't see her taking that as law!
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wut about the title 'Best Fan-Fic Writer' ? :D I'd most definately agree with that title :dance

This fic made me have the feeling Cliff is alive now...ohh damn,how I miss him :(

Verity you rock from Heaven to hell and beyond! :horns: :heart: :horns2
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I loved the description of Cliff's room :cool
And poor Cecily...
“That’s how it all starts out Cess,” said Cliff. “Believe me, I know. You’ll go out on little excursions with his Mom, and then she’ll start dropping you guys off alone at various places like the movies, or at the mall. And then before you know it, she’ll be dropping you off at roadside fuck motels for the night.” :lol: :lol: That was funny as hell.
But maybe Cliff will change his mind... I can't wait to see!
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I know. I've noticed that really macho, or crazy guys, when they have daughters, they tend to get very overprotective of them, when they're not spoiling the girls rotten. Cliff seems like that. Jackson seems like a good kid, I'm not sure he'll try anything on Cecily with Cliff around :cool
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This is my first time posting on the internet from my new house. We still haven't moved in any furniture, but we've been cleaning. :dance
And as promised, Emily pops up in this chapter. The rest of the Metallica posse is to follow shortly.


Chapter Ten

The very next day Cecily had to make an important phone call to the one person that she needed most in the world at the moment: her mother. As long as she had his permission, Cecily was allowed to call Emily even though it was a long distance, international, call. Today, she had failed to ask Cliff first. She really didn’t give a fuck. She just had to speak with Emily. She needed her.

As soon as she got home from school, Cecily had to wait until Clarisse the bitch was finished using the phone, which took forever. As soon as she set the receiver down and turned her back, Cecily grabbed it, stuffing the cordless phone into her backpack.

“How was your day Miss Clarisse?” Cecily asked sweetly.

“It was a lot better until you came home,” Clarisse replied rudely.

Cecily flipped her off. Cliff had said that she couldn’t swear out loud around Clarisse, but he had said nothing about obscene hand gestures.

“I’m telling your Dad!” Clarisse bellowed.

“Go right ahead,” snarled Cecily. “He can’t make my life any more miserable than it already is!”

She flounced off down the hallway to her bedroom and shut the door. She should be pretty safe, making an international call without permission. Cliff was still with Gastropod, and Clarisse wouldn’t dare go in Cecily’s room. Cecily took out her address book and dialed Emily’s number, taking amusement in how differently the phone always rang when calling overseas. It would be late at night over there, she was sure that Emily would be home. She was indeed right,

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

“Mom!” said Cecily.

“Oh my goodness!” Emily gasped. “Cecily! It’s so nice to hear from you. Oh Cecily dear, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing…not well,” Cecily blurted out. She couldn’t help herself. She was going to cry again. “Daddy is seeing this nineteen-year-old girl named Clarisse, and she’s really awful. She’s downright horrid actually. She hates me.” Cecily burst into tears.

“Oh Cecily please don’t cry,” said Emily. “Is she the twit who’s a model?”

“Yes,” Cecily answered through sobs. “You have to do something. Can’t you come back to San Francisco? I’m really afraid that my Dad is going to marry her, and he should be marrying you.”

Emily sat in silence as Cecily wept on the other end of the phone. She would give anything to be able to reach out and hug the little girl who she had helped raise. That little girl was half a world away, and she did miss her so. But she and Cliff Burton were history. She had put up with his bullshit, shenanigans, and strippers for six years.

“I’m sorry Cecily, but I can’t come back,” Emily said.

“But we need you! I need you, and my Dad really needs you,” Cecily ranted through tears. “I know that if you came back, he’d drop that Clarisse bitch in a heartbeat.”

Emily sighed. She couldn’t bear to hear her little girl crying so far away in a different country. She was used to Cecily being rather over dramatic, but this time she could tell that Cecily was clearly very upset. “Cecily my dear,” she said. “Your Father and I are finished. We worked really hard to try and work things out, but it’s just not going to happen.”

“Is that why you’re in London?” Cecily asked.

“Yes,” Emily admitted. “I left your Dad.”

“You lied to me!” Cecily shrieked. “You said that you were going to study fashion, and that you’d be back by summer!”

“I am studying fashion,” Emily answered. “And at the time, I thought that I might be coming back. But now, after being away I’ve decided that I’m not.”

“Is it because you don’t want to be saddled down with a kid anymore?” Cecily asked, still feeling a little angry towards Emily. Neither Emily nor her Dad had been quite honest with her over Emily’s departure.

“Cecily, this has nothing to do with you,” said Emily. “I love you just as if you were my own blood. This is between your Father and me.”

“I know that he’s still in love with you Mom,” Cecily went on. “He’s madly in love with you.”

“He’s moved on with Clarisse,” replied Emily. “And I’ve moved on too.”

Cecily was just about to ask Emily what that meant. What do you mean that she had moved on too? Emily was in love with Cliff. However, Emily swiftly changed the subject. “How’s school going?” she asked.

This led Cecily to the other major thing that she had called Emily to bitch about: Jackson.
Emily listened as Cecily rehashed the whole story.

“I’m going to be thirty years old and he’ll keep me locked up in a closet or something,” said Cecily. “It’s not fair. Jackson just offered to be my friend. I think that since I had to say no, he thinks that I don’t want to be his friend at all.”

“I do think that Cliff is being a little ridiculous,” Emily admitted. “For heaven’s sakes! Jackson’s mother is going with you, and he knows Jackson well. I even remember Jackson from just seeing him around. He’s been taking lessons from Cliff for years.”

“If you were here, you could talk some sense into him,” Cecily wistfully sighed.

“Do you like him?” Emily asked.

“I don’t know him very well,” Cecily admitted. “He seems nice.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “I think he’s cute.”

“I would have thought that your Dad would have been thrilled just to have you off of Mr. Kirk for once,” said Emily.

“Well, he’s not as handsome as Mr. Kirk, and he definitely doesn’t smell as nice,” returned Cecily. “Can you call my Dad up and talk some sense into him?”

“I can’t Cecily,” said Emily. “It’s not fait to put me in this kind of position. Whether you like what he does or not, Cliff’s your Father, and you have to do what he says. I’m not the legal authority here, and I’m no longer his fiancé either. I’m always going to be there for you Cecily. You can call me anytime, and come visit me whenever you’d like, but whatever your Dad says goes.”

Cecily could hardly even answer. She felt defeated. “I’ve never had a boy ever take interest in me,” she sighed. “We just had our very first school dance this past winter and no one even asked to dance with me.”

“No one asked me to dance at mine either,” Emily returned. “Cecily, this will be the first of many. Pretty soon Cliff will have so many boys to fight off he won’t know what to do with himself.”

“Yeah right,” Cecily quipped. “I’m surprised that he hasn’t sent me to a convent yet. I really wish that you could come back Mom. I miss you.”

“I promise that you can come and see me anytime that you’d like this summer,” Emily reminded her. “You’ve never been to England before. I’ll take you anywhere that you want to go.”

Cecily talked with Emily for about twenty more minutes after that. Cliff always liked her to keep her international long distance phone conversations with Emily down to under ten minutes. She had gone way over, but she didn’t care. It felt so good just hearing Miss Emily’s voice. It was almost like she was back with Cecily in San Francisco again.

Emily eventually hung up the phone and sighed. Poor Cecily. Cliff had banged oodles of chicks in his hey day. How come the one that he most likely would marry had to be the one that Cecily hated?
She also felt that he was being rather overprotective regarding the issue of Jackson. They were going to a chaperoned play, not a rave. She felt a small flicker of resentment towards Clarisse as well. She had been dinking around with Cliff for the past six and a half years of her life, and he always had some stupid reason to put off marrying her. It seemed like he was definitely willing to work faster with Clarisse. But then again, Emily was twenty-eight, not nineteen. Perhaps Clarisse had nicer, teenage girl, titties.

“Who was that Dearest?”

Emily’s resentment towards Clarisse immediately melted away.

“It was Cecily,” replied Emily.

“Oh yes,” he replied as he went over and gave Emily a kiss on the top of her forehead. “Your little surrogate daughter. Is she going to be visiting us soon?”

“I think so,” replied Emily. “I know that she’d really like to.”

“I can’t wait to meet her. It sounds like you two girls always had so much fun together.” He bent over to kiss Emily once again.

Evan Fitzgerald was everything that Cliff wasn’t. He was a well educated, corporate attorney who had come from a very wealthy and respected family. He was tall, dashing, debonair, and hopelessly handsome, with dark hair and deep, deep, dark blue eyes. The best thing about him was that he was in love with Emily. He was by far the sweetest and most attentive man that she’d ever dated. Her family adored him.

She had met him three years ago right after she had called off one of her many scheduled weddings to Cliff, after he had admitted to the rendezvous with the seventeen dancing strippers in Tulsa during his tour. She had fled to London to see her family and get away. She met Evan at one of the lavish and grand society parties that her parent’s had thrown at their home. Throughout the past three years the two wrote to each other, and visited whenever Emily came home to visit her family, since Cliff never came with her. He was always too busy touring, and when he wasn’t on tour, the last thing that he wanted to do was travel.
She had cried on Evan’s shoulder many times, and he was always there to help pick her up after Cliff had hurt her. Finally, she came upon the revelation that Cliff didn’t deserve her, so she left him. She left him for Evan, but Cliff didn’t find out about that until just this last tour when he had stopped in London to see her, claiming that he wanted one more chance. Emily had told him to go fuck himself. She had found herself a more deserving man, who treated her better. This other dude did not sit well with Cliff Burton at all. Oh well, she was just giving him some of his own medicine. He ran around with whomever he wanted, couldn’t she do the same?

“Don’t worry,” Evan said as he took Emily into his arms and pulled her close. “If my Sweetheart wants to see her little girl, I’ll make sure that she gets to come over here, even if I have to pay for her plane ticket myself.”

“That’s very sweet of you to offer,” replied Emily as she leaned in closer to Evan. “But I’m sure that Cliff and I can cover Cecily’s plane ticket.”

“I’ll give you girls some money then,” said Evan. “You can treat her to a shopping spree at Harrods. It can be my treat to her.”

Evan felt that he had to do something. He loved Emily more than anything in the entire world, but there was one thing that bothered him: Cecily. It wasn’t the fact that Emily was like a surrogate mother to the girl. He felt that was rather sweet of Emily. The little girl clearly made her very happy, and Cecily needed Emily as well. He also knew that Emily had recently found out that she wouldn’t be able to have children of her own, so that made Cecily even more special.

The thing that bothered him wasn’t so much Cecily, it was Cliff. Even though Emily had said that she and Cliff were over, Evan knew that six and a half years was an awfully long time to be involved with someone, and Cecily was a tie in to Cliff. A tie in that Emily was always going to have. That was why he really wanted Cecily to come visit them in England, rather than Emily visiting her in the United States. It would give him a chance to get to know Cecily, since she was such a huge part of Emily’s life.

“I love you Emily,” he said as he stroked her hair.

“I love you too Evan,” replied Emily.

“I hope that Cecily will like me,” said Evan a little uncomfortably. “Does she even know about me?”

“No,” Emily admitted. “I promise that I’ll tell her soon. She just found out about a possible new step mom, and she’s not taking the news very well. I don’t want to hit her with too much at once, especially before her end of the year school exams.”

Evan rather liked the idea of Cecily getting a new step mom. At least that would put an end to this Cliff nonsense….
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More twists and turns in this one. To quote Blackadder 'it has more twists and turns than a twisty turny thing'. Note I am referring to Evan :) It's certainly going to be interesting to see what Cecily makes of him, although I'm guessing that she will pick up on the fact that Emily has someone else when she thinks back over the phone call. (And it's certainliy going to be interesting to see what Cliff makes of such a long international call...). I am glad that Emily is apparently happy with this Evan chap - although I can see there being a large amount of trouble on the horizon.

See this is one of the many things that I love about this. There are no flat characters in this. Every character has huge amounts of depth to them, you get to know their backstory, you find out about them and what motivates them, and it's done really beautifully subtley, to that you 'show' the reader rather than 'tell' them, and I always find there's a huge difference between the two. And there are always the small details that crop up that really round things out - such as Emily reflecting on Cliff and his 17 strippers (which made me giggle!). And while finding out about Evan's motivations for wanting Cecily to like him, we find out more about Emily - things like the fact she can't have children which I'll assume would only strengthen the bond she feels with Cecily.

Cecily flipped her off. Cliff had said that she couldn’t swear out loud around Clarisse, but he had said nothing about obscene hand gestures.
^^ I do have to add that that amused me no end. There is no end to the profanity in the Burton household (which of course is the way that it should be - could there be anything else?!)

“Well, he’s not as handsome as Mr. Kirk, and he definitely doesn’t smell as nice,”
^^ And that - wonderful tie in with the prequel there - I love the fact that these things crop up it's excellently done, not blatant but fun to pick up on :) And I'm sure that no-one smells as nice as Mr Kirk!

And congratulations for your first post from your new house :) Who needs furniture eh when you have stories to post ;) Hope you guys manage to get the furniture in soon :P

Awesome stuff - you know that I love this and I can't wait to read more of it :)
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Congratulations on your new house :nanner: I hope it all works out between Cecily and Emily. Evan seems like a nice guy, but I do smell trouble on the horizon too :( And Cecily flipping off Clarisse was funny! :lol:
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Shayi-
Thank you for such nice comments. I really appreciate you taking the time to write such a nice response. We should have furniture tomorrow they are going to bring it. We broke down and decided to have some moving dudes help us.

Vanessa- Thanks for the congrats. I never dreamed that I would have the place a week and still not move in. It needed lots of cleaning.


I think writing is way more fun than cleaning. :dance


Chapter Eleven

Cliff carefully carried the tea tray down the hallway towards Cecily’s room. Since the Jackson feud began Cecily had barely spoken to him, or emerged from her room. He missed her. He had fixed her favorite tea, and had even cut up slices of lemon for her to have with it. To make it extra special he had even used Emily’s rosebud spay tea set, since Cecily seemed to like it so much. He knocked on her door. There was no answer, but her light was on.

“Cecily,” he said as he opened her door and poked his head in.

She had fallen asleep with the light on. She was sitting at her desk with her head down on the history textbook that she had been working in doing homework. She was wearing her little purple, crochet cap with the sunflower pinned on it that Emily had made for her. Cliff always teased Cecily about that hat. She always teased him about wearing bellbottoms, but deep down he liked the stupid hat. He thought it was cute.
Her beloved Lady of Shalott sketches littered the desk, along with a couple of her schoolbooks. He hated arguing with Cecily so much. She had always been such a good daughter, a pretty easy kid to raise, always trying to hard to do well in school just to impress him.

He didn’t want to wake her up. He set the tea tray down on her desk, noticing one of his various Misfits CDs sitting amongst her things. He was wondering where that one had went to. Cecily must have snatched it up from his collection. A small little welt of pride formed down inside of him, since he had been the one who had installed such great taste in music in the kid.

He reached over and grabbed a blanket off of her bed and gently draped it around her. As he did so he noticed the picture of him, her, Geezer, and Emily sitting on her desk. Even though it had been taken that last Thanksgiving, Cliff felt as if that picture had been taken a century ago. He picked it up to take a closer look at it. Emily was so fucking pretty. He had nearly forgotten how pretty she was. She had her arms thrown around Geezer’s neck. You wouldn’t even be able to pay Clarisse to do that. A few stabs of pain hit Cliff’s heart. He knew that he still had feelings for her, but the little slut had run off with some swanky, rich, British dude, and in Cliff’s mind had wrecked everything.

“Isn’t she pretty Daddy?” Cecily asked, lifting her head.

Cliff was startled to find Cecily awake. He was also startled that she had read his thoughts. “Yeah,” he mumbled as he set the picture down. “I made you tea,” he said gesturing towards the tea set. “You like your tea and shit.”

“Thank you,” Cecily replied as she poured herself a cup. “Would you like some?”

Cliff shook his head. “No,” he said. “You know me. I prefer to smoke my tea.”

“You said that I get to smoke weed with you when I turn fifteen,” Cecily reminded him. “I can’t wait.”

“Oh Cecily,” Cliff sighed. “The first time it will probably just make you sleepy, and you’ll fall right asleep. You have to do it two or three times.”

“All the more reason for me to keep doing it,” Cecily replied. “At least you’ll let me do something, since I’ll never be allowed to ever see a boy.”

“I’m just not down with you fucking around with guys yet,” said Cliff.

“I’m not going to fuck anyone!” Cecily returned. “I’m not a slut! What kind of a girl do you think I am?”

“Cecily no offense,” said Cliff. “But your Mom was like the whore of Babylon. You have whore genes. Whoring is in your blood.”

Cecily shot Cliff an icy look. “I am in no way like my mother at all,” she said adamantly.

“No,” agreed Cliff. “You’re much nicer, and smarter, and prettier.”

“You don’t have to worry about me ending up like my Mom,” said Cecily. “I hate her and I would never ever want to be like her.”

“I hate your Mom too,” said Cliff.

“But don’t take her stupid mistakes out on me,” Cecily went on. “It’s not fair to me to keep me cooped up forever just because my Mom couldn’t keep her legs together.”

“Yeah,” Cliff agreed. The little fucker did make sense. “I don’t know,” he grumbled. “We’ll see. I’ll think about it, maybe I could chaperone the outing with you and Jackson. I guess if I could be the one keeping an eye on him, I’d be down with it.”

“Oh Daddy thank you!” said Cecily as she threw her arms around him. She wasn’t too thrilled with having to drag her Dad along, but it was better than not getting to go at all.

Cliff blushed. He was definitely much happier having Cecily hugging him, than flipping him off. “You’re Welcome,” he replied. “You can tell Jackson that I’ll be escorting you two to the play Friday night. Now I’m only letting you do this because you’ve always been such a good and responsible girl Cecily. And if Jackson pulls any kind of bullshit, anything in the slightest, I’ll kill the little scrotum fucker myself. I’ll squeeze his balls so hard that they’ll physically burst.”

***
Later that night Cliff was smoking his bedtime pot while The Pines of Rome played on his stereo. Clarisse came into the bedroom dressed in nothing but a silky, slinky, black number.

“Clifford,” she whined. “Where were you this evening?”

“I brought Cecily tea,” replied Cliff.

“I thought that you two weren’t speaking,” Clarisse pointed out. “All she does is sit and sulk in her room.”

“I’ve agreed to let her go to that play with Jackson on Friday night on the condition that I go along and chaperone,” said Cliff. “She’s happy now.”

This Friday night?” Clarisse yelped.

Cliff took a long hit from the bong and nodded.

“But Cliff,” Clarisse whined. “I had made dinner reservations for just you and me at this really fancy Italian restaurant.”

“Don’t tell me that it’s one of those rip off places where they charge you like thirty fucking bucks for a crummy bowl of pasta,” Cliff replied. “Fuck. If you want gourmet pasta, I can make you that at home for free.”

Clarisse frowned. She had thought that the nice, Italian, restaurant was romantic, not a rip off. “I thought that we could really use some time to work on us,” she said bitterly.

“What do you mean us?” Cliff asked. “We’re just fine Doll Face.”

“No we aren’t Cliff!” Clarisse squawked. “You just cancelled our date, time that I get to spend with you, just to go baby sit a couple of middle school kids.”

“Why don’t you come with us?” Cliff asked. “It could be like a double date.” He took another hit from the bong. “It’s Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. It should be pretty cool with knights and shit.”

To Clarisse it sounded absolutely dreadful. “Cliff I don’t want to spend time with you while you hang around kowtowing to some kids. I want to spend time with you alone. I had been really looking forward to Friday night. You’re going to have to give up your waffles and pizza party Saturday night.”

“Its waffles and horror movie party,” Cliff corrected. “And I’m not giving it up, not even for all the weed in Indonesia. I’m looking forward to seeing Nail Gun Massacre.

“Oh honestly Cliff grow up!” Clarisse shouted. “You’re how old?”

“Dude!” Cliff exclaimed. “I am not going to have some nineteen-year-old tell me to grow up. I take my fatherly duties very responsibly.”

“I don’t know why,” Clarisse sniffed as she began to file her nails. “She’s not even really your daughter.”

“And just what the fuck do you mean by that?” Cliff snarled, the remark clearly agitating him.

“Well she’s not Cliff,” Clarisse said matter-of-factly. “Don’t get me wrong, what you’ve done for Cecily has been a very generous and noble thing to do, but she’s not your kid. She’s someone else’s, which means that she’s someone else’s responsibility.”

“That’s a bunch of bullshit!” Cliff snapped. He cast his bong aside. “According to the law Cecily is my daughter, and the law is just as strong as blood. I’m the one who’s taken care of her whenever she’s been sick, I help her with her homework, I buy her shit. I fucking gave up getting a new bass so that she could have her fucking braces on her teeth! I’ve seen every fucking princess movie known to mankind, and even hand made one of her Halloween costumes myself the year that she went as Geezer Butler. I’m her father!”

“I know Cliff, and you have been wonderful,” gushed Clarisse. “But wouldn’t you like a break? Wouldn’t you like your life back to the way that it was before you had Cecily to worry about?”

“Never,” said Cliff. “I can’t even imagine my life without her. It’s better now because I’m not stoned all of the time.”

Clarisse looked over at the bong and other drug paraphernalia that was sitting on Cliff’s bedside table and sighed. He was somewhat not stoned all of the time.

“I just think that it might be good for Cecily to get back with her real mother again for a while. Not forever, just maybe for the summer or something.”

“You’re fucking kidding me right?” Cliff snapped. “I wouldn’t send her back to that whore for anything in the world. Not even for Geezer Butler’s dick gold plated, and presented to me on a platter.”

“Maybe her Mom has changed her ways,” Clarisse suggested. “Perhaps she’s grown up a bit.”

Cliff was silent. Finally he said

“Cecily has a much better chance at life now with me, than she ever had living with her mother.”

“I didn’t say that she still wouldn’t live with you,” replied Clarisse. She began to rub Cliff’s shoulders, trying to work her womanly magic on him as she innocently brushed up against the back of his shoulder with one of her breasts. “I’m just suggesting that perhaps she could spend the summer with her mother.”

“She can visit Emily,” said Cliff. “But Claudia, Cecily’s real mom, is a waste of space. I can’t believe that I even have to breathe the same oxygen as that woman.” He closed his eyes as Clarisse started to rub his neck. “That feels real good Doll Face. Yeah.”

“It just seems to me like you’re having a lot of problems with Cecily recently,” Clarisse went on. “I think that establishing some sort of relationship with her mother might help her.”

“I’m having problems with Cecily because she wants to get laid, and I’m not letting her while at the same time I’m banging a chick old enough to be her sister,” Cliff replied, the pot screwing with his filters, and making him speak his mind.

Clarisse frowned. “Cecily is just too immature to handle our relationship,” she said. She tossed her hair over her shoulder. Even if she had to hire a detective and find Claudia herself she would. It would be worth it to get Cecily out of her hair. “Have you ever heard from Cecily’s mother at all?” she asked. “Surely she must send the child a birthday card.”

Cliff shook his head. “I send Cecily a birthday card signed from her mother. I know that it’s misleading and shit, but on the first birthday that she spent with me, she spent it holding vigil around the mailbox just hoping that she’d at least get a card from her mom.”

Cliff reached again for his bong. He would need to have more weed than usual tonight since Clarisse was making him talk about things that he didn’t want to talk about. He went on. “She didn’t get anything from her and she was just fucking heartbroken, so I dashed out to the grocery store bought a card, and signed it from her mom. I’ve done it ever since, and Cess doesn’t know the difference.”

“That’s sad,” returned Clarisse. “She really hasn’t written the girl at all?”

Cliff was quiet, giving more attention to his blasted bong than to his girlfriend.

“Clifford,” Clarisse said again. “Claudia hasn’t written anything?”

“Well there was one letter,” Cliff admitted. “But it wasn’t important.”

“It’s from Cecily’s mother,” shot Clarisse. “Of course it’s important.”

“Nothing that woman has to say is relevant,” Cliff shrugged.

“How long ago was it?” asked Clarisse.

“It came right before I left to go on this past tour,” answered Cliff. “She actually sent it to Aunt Josephine’s, which makes sense. She doesn’t know where I moved to.”

“Was there a return address?” Clarisse asked.

“Probably,” said Cliff. “I assume. I don’t give a fuck where the ho is, just as long as she stays away from my daughter.”

“What did Cecily think of it?” Clarisse pressed.

“What the fuck is this?” Cliff exclaimed. “Law and Order or some shit? Why are you cross examining me?”

“No,” Clarisse replied, realizing that Cliff was quickly growing agitated with any discussion regarding Claudia. “I’m just trying to understand Cecily better,” she warbled on. She gently smoothed Cliff’s stubborn and rather frizzy hair with the palms of her hands. “I understand that she’s your daughter and for that reason, I want to get to know her better. But in order to do that, I need to understand her situation. What did she think of the letter?”

Cliff looked away from Clarisse. “She doesn’t know about it,” he mumbled.

“What!” Clarisse squawked. “How can she not know about it?”

“I never gave it to her,” Cliff admitted. “What she don’t know can’t hurt her.”

“Don’t you think that Cecily would be rather hurt to know that you kept a letter from her mother from her?” Clarisse asked.

Cliff let out a trail of smoke. “No,” he replied.

“You’d rather her going through life thinking that her mother doesn’t care about her at all then?” said Clarisse.

“Clarisse!” Cliff snapped. “There wasn’t one fucking iota of love in that entire letter. It was a bunch of bullshit and dribble. Claudia wrote Cecily looking for money. One of her boyfriend’s is in jail or some shit, and she’s had another kid that she’s a piss poor mother to, and I think she has another one on the way. Last fucking thing she needs. She didn’t voice one bit of concern or love for her daughter. She didn’t even ask how she was doing or anything about her life. She didn’t even say that she hoped that things were going well for her. All she did was ask for some monetary help. I think that it would hurt Cecily more by giving her the letter. The fucking bitch is stupid anyway. Cecily ain’t got any money, I do, and I’d never give that tramp any.”

Clarisse was silent. This definitely meant that Claudia probably wasn’t interested in having her daughter back anytime soon. Her heart sank. She’d have to try the boarding school idea sometime instead.

“The best thing for Cecily was to get her out of that mess, and away from that woman,” Cliff went on. “And I did that. I know that I drink too much, and smoke weed, and work long hours with Gastropod where I have to be away a lot, but at least I love Cecily, and I want to give her the best life possible. I’d fucking fuck the moon for that girl if I had to.”

“Did you keep the letter?” Clarisse asked out of curiosity.

Cliff nodded. “I did,” he admitted. “I thought at one point that I might give it to Cecily since it was addressed to her, but I’m not going to. I should throw it away. It’s tucked away in a pile of rolling papers in my desk inside my bass studio.” He took one last puff on his bong, before offering it to Clarisse. “Want some Cutie?” he asked.

Clarisse shook her head. The letter might have killed any hope that she had of Cecily being shipped off to go live with Claudia, but that didn’t mean that it was completely worthless. Cliff was right. If the letter really was as loveless as Cliff had made it seem, than Cecily would be crushed and brokenhearted if it ever fell into her hand, and it was up to Clarisse to make sure that it happened. The next time that the little brat gave her any sass, mouth, or bullshit, she was going to make sure that Cecily received her long overdue letter…
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OMFG!!!!! That BIIIITCH!!!!! :angry

Damn,I'm in the mood of killing that 19-year-old, cock sucking,deep shit slut!!!!!! I would strangle her then cut some veins and at the end,I'd slice her throat! <_<

Damn,I'm soo fucking evil :lol:
This is such a great story!!! I can't wait for the next episode! Damn...internet written-movies rock :horns: :heart: :horns2

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*G* Well at least you'll be all moved in and sorted for Christmas :) (And never a problem making long comments n' shit - I just write what I'm thinking about it ;) ) And yes, yes writing is ALWAYS better than cleaning!

Back to the story. I really cannot believe Clarisse. Well I can because we've already established that she's a bitch-whore-from-hell, but even so! I can see this all blowing up in an epic-proportions type of way. Especially when Cliff finds out that she's handed over the letter to Cecily - because I'm figuring that no matter how nice Clarisse's tits and ass are - Cecily is his number one lady. And he still has some feelings for Emily? Hmmm. Anyways - I did like the way that you had Clarisse just tiptoeing the line between getting information, and making Cliff way too suspicious of what she was up to - that was very skillfully done. Although Cliff's comments on pasta and Italian restaurants made me chuckle :)

It's nice to see however that Cliff and Cecily have made up (trust her to come up with the logic for why he should let her go - he can be extremely overprotective can't he. Understandably remembering what all the Metallica boys were like in the last one!). It's certainly going to be interesting seeing him going with Jackson and Cecily to see the play - talk about the spectre at the feast! So I'm very much looking forward to seeing that.

On another note - I liked the diss on Clarisse... Cliff preferring a waffle and horror night with Cess compared to a date with her. Beautiful :D

Another awesome chapter that is setting up so very very well for things to come. I love the way you do that - you give just enough to get a reader thinking about what's going to happen and then run with it. Awesome work :)


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So much happened within those two chapters...
First, it was great to hear Emily. That new boyfriend of her sounds nice to her, but.... he's not Cliff :( And he too has some problem with poor Cecily... :(
And Clarisse... What a calculating bitch! I can't believe she's ready to show Cecily this letter :angry
And I'm happy Cecily will eventually go with Jackson :) even if it'll be with Cliff as a chaperone :wink Sounds like fun :biggrin
Wow, this story is so awesome!!! :heart:
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