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| Lucifer's Angel | December 31, 2007, 1:47 pm Post #106 |
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Fucking bitch I hope Cliff catches her, and gets out the shotgun, in some states, that's justifiable homicide. Her and Ken deserve each other, I hope Cliff comes to his senses
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| Verity | December 31, 2007, 11:55 pm Post #107 |
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The Story Girl
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Chapter Thirty “Well I’ll be fucked by a Persian street whore!” Cliff gasped as he caught sight of Cecily that evening. “What did I do to deserve such a beautiful date for tonight?” Cecily smiled at her Dad as she came down the stairs. At least this time, he didn’t tell her that she looked like a circus horse. Francesca had helped her by straightening her usually curly hair, just so that Cecily could have a different look. She had brushed it so that it was all sleek and shiny. She had also done a very, very, light makeup job on her. Cliff would never notice that Cecily was wearing any. Cecily wore a pink skirt with a white top from Miss Emily of course, and a matching headband. Jackson was sitting over in the corner fucking around on his bass. Cliff had decided to be a wee bit nasty to the boy and had given him a ridiculously hard passage to try and learn. After all, in Cliff’s mind if Jackson had something hard to do on bass he’d spend more time practicing, instead of whacking off to fantasies about his daughter. At the sight of Cecily, he looked up from his music. “You look really pretty,” he said awkwardly. “Thank you,” answered Cecily. “But it’s all because of Miss Francesca.” “I know,” put in James. “I’m all horny and it’s all because of Miss Francesca.” “You’re always horny James,” Francesca sighed. Cliff turned to the drooling Jackson. “Put your dick away,” he hissed at the boy. “You can look, but you can’t touch.” “Cecily has such lovely hair,” Francesca continued as she gave Cecily’s hair one quick once over with the hairbrush. “I wanted to see what it would look like straightened. It’s so long.” “Almost as long as mine,” replied Cliff with a wink at his daughter. He held out his arm to her. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Shall we go?” “Yes Daddy,” Cecily nodded as she linked her arm in his. She was happy to see that he wasn’t wearing the stupid fringed Ojibwa jacket or the cowboy hat. The seafood restaurant was in the town that was about eleven miles away from White Rock. It was a very small resort town called Harbor View. It had a small downtown with fine shops and restaurants, a movie theatre, and of course a view of the bay. It was just like old times as Cliff drove. There was no mention of Clarisse, or of Emily’s upcoming wedding. Cliff even let Cecily put in her Doors CD in the stereo. They actually arrived in Harbor View a little early for their reservation, so to kill time they decided to take a little walk downtown and window shop. It was a beautiful summer evening. It was starting to get a little chilly, but the sky was clear as it slowly transcended into a deeper shade of blue. There were many boats docked down at the Harbor, making the boats look like their own little village. A couple of the boats had even already turned on their nighttime lights. For one, wonderful, evening it almost seemed as if nasty, bitchy, Clarisse didn’t even exist. Cecily almost felt as if everything was right with the world. Not only did she have her Dad to herself for the evening, but her and Jackson’s plan had worked beautifully, and so far Clarisse didn’t say anything to them about it. Maybe she didn’t know? She was pretty stupid. Ah yes, it had been the most wonderful day. A breeze danced across the water, playfully stirring up the waves a bit. Cecily shivered. “You cold Princess?” Cliff asked. Without waiting for an answer, he took off his jacket and put it around Cecily. “Thanks,” answered Cecily. They stopped in front of the window of a dress shop. Right in the window there was a pretty light purple silk dress. “Ooh!” Cecily gasped as she pointed. “I like that dress.” “It’s purple,” Cliff observed. “I know,” said Cecily. “That’s why I like it.” “You have fifty million purple dresses Cess,” Cliff said. “How many fucking purple dresses do you need?” “Actually, that dress is more lilac colored,” replied Cecily. “I have a plum colored dress, a fuchsia dress, a lavender dress, and a violet colored dress. But I don’t have a lilac colored dress.” “Is that so?” Cliff asked slightly amused. Cecily gave the dress a final look. “I should have brought my birthday money from Great Aunt Josephine,” she said. “I could have bought it.” “I thought that you were going to use that birthday money to buy tickets to see Pantera?” Cliff asked as he ushered her away from the window. “That’s right,” said Cecily. “I’m not sure. It’s a rather hard decision. I love Pantera, but I also love purple dresses as well. Is it wrong to like both Pantera and purple dresses?” “Of course not,” replied Cliff as he gave her a squeeze. “That’s one of the things that I love the most about you. Just don’t keep saying them both in the same sentence though. If Phil Anselmo ever found out he’d probably get pissed off, and we certainly wouldn’t want that. Gastropod has to go out and tour with him, and he’s pissy enough as it is.” “Yes Daddy” Cecily replied. They were now in front of the restaurant. “Why don’t you run along inside and get our table for us,” Cliff said as he nudged her towards the door. “Aren’t you coming with me?” Cecily asked. “I’ll be there in a minute,” Cliff said. “I just have to make a quick phone call to James.” “Okay,” Cecily answered. She had no idea why her Dad would need to call James. Wasn’t he off doing something with Francesca? Still, she minded her Father and went inside the restaurant. Cliff hurriedly took off down the street and back to the dress shop. He knew that he was spoiling her again. His Dad would certainly scold him, and so would Clarisse, but he couldn’t help it. Cecily didn’t have a lilac colored dress, and he just couldn’t have that. Plus, he’d much rather see Cecily spend her birthday money on Pantera tickets than a silly, purple, dress. He couldn’t wait to give it to her, she’d be so surprised. Cliff just loved buying her shit. He didn’t know why, but it felt good. It was almost as good as sex, or getting stoned with the good stuff. Cliff decided to wait to give Cecily the dress until after dinner. He dropped the dress off at his car, before heading over to the restaurant. As soon as he opened the door, he couldn’t help but remember Emily. They had gone there every year together, except for this year. He even remembered what Emily always ordered. She liked this seafood medley thing baked in parchment paper. It was the restaurant’s premier dish, and she always had a champagne cocktail, sometimes she would have three or four. Cliff found Cecily seated at a table for two that overlooked the bay. “Oh Daddy!” she cried. “This place is wonderful.” “Is it nice enough for The Lady of Shalott?” Cliff asked as he sat down. “Oh yes,” replied Cecily. “Do you think that it’s nice enough for Sir Geezer Butler?” “Abosfuckinglutely,” Cliff replied as he picked up his menu. “Now if Geezer were here, what would he order?” “The fish in parchment,” answered Cecily. “That’s what I’m having anyway.” “It’s good,” Cliff answered. “You’ll like it.” “Have you had it before?” Cecily asked. “I’ve never ordered it, but that’s what Emily always gets,” said Cliff. “And she always had some leftover, so I’ve tried it.” “That’s the one thing that’s missing or else everything would be perfect” sighed Cecily. “I wish that Miss Emily were here right now.” Cecily knew that by mentioning Emily she could quite possibly ruin her so far pleasant evening with her Dad, but these were desperate times. She just had to get him to realize that he was still madly in love with her. “Cess,” Cliff said sternly from over his menu. “Let’s not start trouble.” “How can you not mention her?” asked Cecily. “She lived with us for such a long time. Don’t you ever think of her? Don’t things ever remind you of her?” “No,” Cliff lied, keeping his eyes on the menu. He didn’t want to tell Cecily that every little fucking thing about the restaurant reminded him of Emily. “I guess what they say about out of sight out of mind is true,” said Cecily wistfully. “Yep,” nodded Cliff. “I bet that’s why Claudia never ever sends me a birthday card or writes to me,” said Cecily. “Oh Cecily,” Cliff groaned. “Why do you give a fuck about her for? That woman isn’t even good enough to clean up Geezer’s dog shit, let alone be your mother. You don’t need her.” “I just don’t understand how people can so easily forget someone that they’ve lived with for so long,” said Cecily. “I hate Claudia, but I still haven’t forgotten about her, and certain things make me think of her. I can’t believe that nothing ever makes you think about Emily.” Cliff sighed as he put down his menu. “It’s called moving on,” he said. “I have Clarisse now, and Emily has that Evan dude.” “So?” Cecily shrugged. “I have you, but I still once in a while think about Claudia.” Cliff was quiet. He wasn’t sure what to say exactly. Finally he said “Emily didn’t shoot me out of her womb. There’s a big difference between the bond that a mother has with her child, and the bond that a dude has with his ex girlfriend. I have a lot of ex girlfriends, and Emily just happens to be one of them.” “And she’s the one that you bought a house and filed a joint income tax return with,” Cecily reminded him. “I think she’s more than just another ex hole to put your dick in.” “I only filed a joint tax return with her so that I could get back more money,” replied Cliff. “The fucking government takes too much as it is. The president lives like a fucking posha over there in the White House. What’d he need a big fancy house with all those secret service people around for? He spends most of his time out on the road anyway.” Cecily put her head down on the table. Not another Cliff Burton political tirade! Cecily was often subjected to many of Cliff’s radical political views, especially since he had found out that in her grade school “mock” election that Cecily had voted Republican. He had been so angered that he had sent her to a week long politics camp, and had taken Geezer away from her for two weeks. He also had made her write a twenty-five page report on FDR. It had been brutal. Cecily was certain that he could take news of her being pregnant at the age of twelve better than her voting Republican. “Cecily,” Cliff went on. “I need your honest opinion.” He pulled a small black velvet ring box out of his pocket and opened it. “I need a woman’s opinion,” he added as he set the ring box in front of Cecily. “Granted, I do have Kirk’s opinion and that’s close to a chick’s point of view, but I still wanted the real thing. Do you think that Clarisse will like it?” Cecily’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the ostentatious monstrosity that had been set before her. The ring had a huge square cut diamond in the center, with two smaller ones on each side of it. “So?” Cliff asked. “What do you think?” “You never gave Emily a diamond this big,” Cecily whined. “What is it with you and Emily?” Cliff snapped. “Besides, I never gave Emily a ring this big because she has these little, wormy, fingers. A huge diamond wouldn’t look good.” “Clarisse doesn’t have big hands,” pointed out Cecily. “Yeah but Clarisse requested a huge rock,” said Cliff. “She wanted the best ring that money could buy, and I’ll be making payments on this ring for many years to come.” “Probably for longer than the marriage is going to last,” shot Cecily. Cliff gave her a dirty look. “Fuck off,” he quipped. “Be happy Cess. You’re finally going to get a Mom. You need one, really you do. Who’s going to show you how to do your makeup?” “You never let me wear any,” Cecily responded. “True,” Cliff nodded. “Who’s going to give you the big period speech?” He whispered the word “period.” He had no qualms about dropping the F bomb at full volume, but “period” was woman stuff, an unknown realm of satanic madness that made women go all pissy and loony once a month. Cecily just stared at him. “Daddy,” she said seriously. “I got my period this past winter, while you were off on tour. Great Aunt Josephine gave me the talk.” “Oh,” Cliff mumbled, turning red. “No shit. Damn. No wonder you’ve been so pissy lately.” “Really funny,” snapped Cecily. “As you can see, I don’t need a mother anymore. I have no need for Clarisse in my life.” “Yeah, well I do,” said Cliff. “I don’t know why you don’t just hire a hooker,” Cecily quipped. “That’s a good idea, but they get expensive,” replied Cliff. “So is Clarisse,” answered Cecily. “This circus that you call an engagement ring couldn’t have been cheap.” “No,” Cliff agreed. “It wasn’t.” He grabbed the ring box and stuffed it safely back into his pocket. “I have to keep it in a very safe spot, and in case something happens to me, I want at least one other person to know where I’m hiding it. I’m keeping it in the second to top drawer in my dresser at White Rock, where I keep my vintage LPs. I thought that it would be quite safe with Tony Iommi and Sir Geezer Butler guarding it.” Cecily just stared at her Father with an almost sickened expression. She definitely wasn’t taking this engagement hoopla very well. Cliff was happy that he had bought her that dress earlier. Perhaps it would perk her up. “I don’t want to propose to Clarisse until the time is just right,” he said. “I was going to do it tonight, but she didn’t want to go out for dinner. She didn’t want to have to eat that much tonight.” “Wouldn’t you rather have dinner with me anyway?” Cecily asked. “Well you certainly do have better taste in music Cess,” said Cliff. “And in food,” Cecily went on. “I’m going to order cheesecake for dessert. I bet that Clarisse wouldn’t do that.” “She never orders dessert,” said Cliff. “But that’s why she looks hotter than Texas heat.” He playfully flung a snippet of paper at Cecily. It landed in her hair. Even in a fine restaurant Cliff Burton just couldn’t behave himself. “Hey!” Cecily squealed as she picked it out. “You also have better taste in dresses,” Cliff went on. “I do?” Cecily asked. “Yes,” Cliff replied. “I like that purple dress that you saw earlier.” “You mean lilac,” corrected Cecily. “Whatever,” Cliff said with a shrug. “Whatever hell color it is, it’s now hanging in the backseat of my car…” |
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| Simone | January 1, 2008, 7:31 am Post #108 |
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the ending was soooo epic!!! I even imagined Cess with her mouth dropped looking weirdly at Cliff I think I'm gonna read your stuff forever!!! Everything you will write ,I will read...because it's soooo fucking good!!! Have a Happy New Year Verity!!!
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| Lucifer's Angel | January 1, 2008, 12:36 pm Post #109 |
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Happy New Years, Ashley Hah, Cliff is a great dad, and that dress sounds lovely. That ring is a bit gaudy, though. I hope he finds out about Clarisse, and kicks her out, she's not good for him
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| Verity | January 1, 2008, 3:39 pm Post #110 |
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The Story Girl
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Simone- Thank you soo much. Your comment made me smile.Vanessa- Happy New Year to you too! Chapter Thirty-One Cliff cranked up the stereo a wee bit louder and lit up a joint. James and Francesca were in The Pottawattamie Room fucking like gangbusters right before the apocalypse. He could hear the sound of the bed squeaking as James thrashed around wildly, and Francesca groaned. “He’s going to fucking leave her crippled by the time he’s done with her,” Cliff muttered as he took a hit from his joint. He turned the music up even louder in order to drown out the squeals of their passionate lovemaking. Immediately, James banged on the wall. “Turn down that racket Burton!” he bellowed. “Fuck you, you old battle ax!” Cliff bellowed back. “Excuse me?” Clarisse asked as she entered the bedroom. “That wasn’t directed at you Doll Face,” said Cliff blushing. “Damn,” he sighed. “You look amazing.” He whistled as Clarisse twirled about in front of him. She was dressed in a sexy, very cha cha (as Kirk would say) black and white sundress, with a pair of very cha cha black designer shoes. Clarisse failed to mention that she had bought those cha cha designer shoes with Cliffy’s credit card. If she did, she was sure that he wouldn’t find them quite so sexy. She also didn’t mention that the reason she was stumbling in at one in the morning dressed in such a sexy sundress was because she had been off gallivanting with someone else. Cliff pulled her close. “I’ve missed you Baby,” he said. He played with her silky, blonde, hair. “We haven’t been seeing each other a whole lot lately.” “You’ve been so busy,” said Clarisse. “Next week you’re leaving again.” “Only for three days,” said Cliff. “When I get back I have a very special surprise that I want to give to you.” “Is it a trip to the spa?” asked Clarisse. “No,” Cliff shook his head. “I think that you’ll like it much more.” “Well one thing that I’d definitely like is for you to turn down this rubbish,” Clarisse replied as she turned the volume down on the stereo. “Hey!” Cliff squealed. “That rubbish happens to be Beethoven’s Third Symphony.” “I don’t care if it’s Beethoven’s two hundredth symphony, it sucks ass,” said Clarisse. “It does not suck ass!” Cliff screeched. “And for your information, Beethoven didn’t write two hundred symphonies, he only wrote nine.” “Well that sure is a good thing,” said Clarisse. “I don’t understand why you have to listen to classical music every night before bed.” “I like it,” said Cliff. “It’s good music. It stirs emotions that are deep within me.” Clarisse took the joint away from him. “You’re stoned again,” she sighed as she put out the joint. “Did you have a fun evening preparing for your photo shoot?” Cliff asked. “Oh yes,” Clarisse nodded as she began to undress, giving Cliff quite the show as she shimmied out of her sundress. She didn’t tell him that there really wasn’t any photo shoot tomorrow, just a consultation for next week’s liposuction. Clarisse frowned at herself in the mirror. One of her implants looked a tad bit saggy. Perhaps she should get Doctor Ken to touch them up too. She began to play with it. “I could sit here watching you play with your titties all day,” said Cliff from where he was sitting in his bed, nestled back in his pillows. “Shut up Cliff,” Clarisse retorted as she played with the puffy implanted tit. “It’s hot seeing a woman play with her tits,” replied Cliff. “It would be the perfect ending to a perfect evening.” “Perfect evening?” Clarisse repeated as she threw on a silky nightshift that barely covered her tits, not that Cliff minded. “How could you have had a perfect evening? I wasn’t there.” “That’s true,” sighed Cliff. “I guess it was almost perfect then. I had a nice time with Cecily. It’s important that I spend lots of time with her.” You need to spend more time disciplining the brat, thought Clarisse. She has no respect for her elders. “She’s my daughter and she’s growing up so fast,” Cliff murmured. “Oh Cliff,” Clarisse sighed. “She’s not your real daughter. You’re just a mere guardian.” “Did you know that she’s already gotten her period?” Cliff asked, again whispering the word “period.” Clarisse was not amused. “I really don’t care Clifford,” she retorted. “She’s officially grownup,” Cliff sighed. “Fuck. I’ve always thought that when she got her period I’d have to lock her up in the broom closet for like five days, but I guess I don’t have to. I didn’t even know about it.” “Lock her up in the broom closet?” Clarisse snorted. “No wonder she never told you about it.” “I bet she shaves her legs now too,” said Cliff. “Anyway, I bought her a new, dress.” “You bought her a dress!” Clarisse exclaimed. “Why? She already had her birthday.” “Yeah I know,” Cliff replied. “She liked it. She’s a good kid. She got good marks on her school finals, and I love buying her shit.” “You’re spoiling her,” Clarisse quipped. She did not like it at all that Cliff had lavishly bought Cecily a dress for no apparent reason. He always bitched about the money that Clarisse was spending on her shopping sprees, while at the same time here he was out spending money on a stupid kid that wasn’t even his! If Cliff had money to spend on Cecily at the drop of a hat, Clarisse could certainly continue on with her lavish spending habits as well. “Spoiling her?” Cliff repeated. He laughed. “Now that’s the pot calling the kettle black. It’s not like you never get anything. Both my girls are rather spoiled.” “I still don’t see why you bought it,” Clarisse said sourly as she slithered into bed. “Because,” said Cliff as he cuddled Clarisse close. “Cecily didn’t have a lilac colored dress.” “Of course she does,” Clarisse whined. “She has like a thousand purple dresses.” “Maybe purple,” responded Cliff. “But not lilac.” *** Clarisse VanSicklen had had enough of Cecily Burton. That little brat was going to go down. Today she would pay for that juvenile prank she pulled with the sand and the insects. She was also going to pay for horning her little manipulative self into Cliff’s life. Clarisse waited until Cecily was comfortably situated out on the dock with her paints and easel. She was working on another one of her ugly paintings. Jackson was out there with her. He was fishing, and they had the smelly dog with them. With both kids out of the way it would be plenty safe for Clarisse to hit up Cecily’s room. Clarisse had the letter from Claudia tucked away in her purse. She had decided to wait until later, like when Cecily was getting ready for bed to give it to her. She wanted to give the letter to her in person. She couldn’t wait to see the look on the little brat’s face as she read it. The main reason that Clarisse wanted to get into Cecily’s room right away was to take a look at this lilac dress that Cliff had bought for her. It was easy for Clarisse to find. The dress was still on the hanger, but instead of putting it in the closet, Cecily had hung it up on the hook that was on the backside of her bedroom door so that she could look at it. Even the tags were still on it. “There have been tons of times that I’ve been out shopping with Cliff and have seen dresses that I’ve wanted and he never buys them,” Clarisse quipped as she pulled the dress off of the hanger. “Yet he goes out and buys crap instantly for some kid that shouldn’t even be his responsibility.” She looked at the dress. It was a pretty dress. It was a shame that Cecily was so fucking short, or else Clarisse might have fit in it. Well, maybe. Her bubbly boob implants might have been too big for it. “Oh well,” Clarisse shrugged as she threw the dress over her arm. “I’m going to take you down to the donations box at the church. We’ll just see how dear little Cecily likes that. The brat is so spoiled, that she probably won’t even notice that the dress is missing.” And with that, she happily flounced off to the church and off to her consultation with Doctor Ken. *** Later that evening Cecily and Jackson were sitting on the porch stairs. The adults were up on the porch, their voices drifting down the stairs in muffled murmurs, except for Scott Ian, whose laugh sounded like a happy donkey’s. The sweet smell of pot also trickled down from the porch. “That house certainly doesn’t look haunted,” Jackson mused as he gestured over to the house across the street. It sat calmly and quietly in the dark, minding its own business.” “According to James it is,” Cecily answered. “Have you ever been inside?” Jackson asked. “Hell no!” replied Cecily. “Haven’t you ever wondered what’s in it?” Jackson asked. “Of course,” said Cecily. “But I don’t want to end up dead, and Daddy says that it’s off limits.” “Let’s go over there tomorrow night and check it out?” Jackson suggested. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” Cecily asked. “That house hates men. It kills any man who enters it.” “It kills any man who lives in it,” Jackson pointed out. “I just want to visit it. We could go over during the day and turn all of the lights on. That way when we come back at night it won’t be so dark in there.” Cecily looked over at the house. For years, it had certainly intrigued her, and two years ago she had even asked Mandie if she wanted to go with her exploring inside of it. Mandie had said no, and Cecily had never gone in. She was too frightened to go inside alone. “I guess we could try it,” she said finally. “But only if we go over in the daytime and turn on some lights first.” “We can do that,” replied Jackson. “We can just tell the grownups that we’re walking Geezer.” “I just hope that my Dad doesn’t catch us,” said Cecily. “Yeah,” nodded Jackson. “I just hope that we don’t get caught by any ghost.” *** That night Cecily was getting dressed for bed. She wanted to get a good night’s sleep since she had a big day of ghost hunting coming up tomorrow. She glanced out her bedroom window. She could see the haunted house sitting there in its spot. It didn’t look the least bit haunted. It was just sprawling, vacant, and lonely sitting there against the landscape of the black, summer, night sky. She turned around to look at her pretty new lilac dress one more time before bed. It was gone, no longer hanging on the hook where she had left it, but the hanger was still there. “That’s odd,” she wondered allowed. “I didn’t put it away in the closet did I?” Cecily was rummaging through her closet when there was a knock on the door. “Come in!” she called, figuring that it was her Father, or maybe Francesca. It was neither. “Hello there Cecily,” said Clarisse smugly as she strolled into Cecily’s room. “Miss Clarisse,” said Cecily. “I can’t find the new dress that my Dad got me. Do you by any chance happen to know where it is?” Clarisse shook her head. “Why no dear,” she replied innocently. “You should really be more careful with your things. If my Dad bought me a nice dress for no reason I certainly wouldn’t lose it.” “I left it hanging right here,” Cecily mumbled, pointing to the hook in her door with the empty hanger hanging from it. “Well it didn’t grow legs and walk away,” Clarisse shot. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a letter in a slightly tattered envelope. “I have this for you,” she said. “It came for you a couple of months ago, but your Father didn’t want to show it to you. I however feel that you are mature enough to handle it. It concerns you, it’s your business, and I believe that you should know about it.” Clarisse gave Cecily her most radiant supermodel smile as she handed the envelope to the little girl. Cecily Burton was going down… |
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| Raedoll | January 2, 2008, 4:38 am Post #111 |
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Oh no! Cecily accidently got Mandie drunk. It's okay though, Cliff tried to make ammends! Her mom's a bitch >: . That Clarisse woman is such a fucking bitch! I hate her with a firey fucking passion. GAH. I've caught up on everything and have to say I'm glad as hell that Francesca, Cliff's mom, Aunt Josephine, and Jackson see what a terrible skank she is! This rocks! It sucks about Emily, though...I'm glad that Emily and Cliff are thinking about eachother, and I hope that somehow Clarisse gets caught! She deserves it! Plastic bitch. I hope you had a great New Year and an awesome Christmas, Verity. This is great and I can't wait for more. Happy Belated Holidays! |
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| Shayi | January 2, 2008, 6:36 am Post #112 |
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Woohoo! All caught up! And suffice it to say - this is so so damned awesome. So many parts of this made me laugh so much - If Kirk ever got fired from Metallica, he could easily make a living wrapping presents. His wrapping jobs were fit for the pages of Martha Stewart Living. ^^ Seriously - that is so hilarious - maybe because I could actually imagine it. But absolutely wonderful (I'm rather jealous of the wrapping ability because I'm damned horrible at it!) Though I’m not doing a very good job with Lars. I can never get him to put any clothes on.” ^^ Go Fran I'm glad that you've got her in here - she's a great character - very easy going it seems, although with James I think she needs to be! “Well I’ll be fucked by a Persian street whore!” ^^ The only thing better than Cliff's political rants is some of the exclamations that he comes out with - and this is a prizewinning one. So good I intend to use it He had no qualms about dropping the F bomb at full volume, but “period” was woman stuff, an unknown realm of satanic madness that made women go all pissy and loony once a month. ^^ And how typically male! That was superb - I laughed so much about that one And the story - well okay so Cess got Mandie drunk but these things happen - it was a lovely ending to that bit when Cliff gave her her own art studio. I adored the scene between Jackson and Scott Ian where he was giving 'girl advice' that was excellently done - I really love that Scott Ian is in this as well, and the random character traits you've given him, like the thing with comics and stuff. It's bits like that which round people out and make this story so wonderful. And Clarisse - pfft. What an evil bitch. Seriously! Although I'm looking forward to what's going to happen when her affair comes to light... Heh. She deserved what Jackson and Cess did to her. And it was excellent when James and Scott stumbled upon her misery. There are just so so many things that I adore about this - it is yet another comedy masterpiece and I love it. I don't need to watch a TV soap - or read a funny book when I have this to read - it's so so much better than all of that Awesome work - I'm looking forward to more!
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| Battery | January 2, 2008, 8:45 am Post #113 |
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OMG, how I hate Clarisse, really I hate her She's mean, evil, greedy whore, not only she cheats on Cliff with some plastic surgeon but she stole a dress that was Cliff's gift to Cecily, and now the poor girl is going to read letter from Claudia That's horrible.... Too bad ants didn't eat Clarisse ...... But it was such a pleasure reading that scene, so funny, good for Cecily and Jackson :horns2 And Emily!!! She still thinks about Cliff.... And he thinks about her.... If only they could somehow meet or something.... I really can't wait to read next chapter!!!
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| Lucifer's Angel | January 2, 2008, 9:44 am Post #114 |
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Fuck, Clarisse is the bitch from hell She needs to go and die, I actually feel sorry for Doctor Ken, Clarisse is no prize. Cliff ought to come his senses, and he better choose Cecily over that bitch
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| Verity | January 2, 2008, 8:12 pm Post #115 |
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The Story Girl
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Some soap operish drama for you lovely ladies. Chapter Thirty-Two The envelope was slightly crinkled and a bit tattered around the edges. Even though it had been addressed to her it had been neatly ripped open by someone else, something that rather confused Cecily. Why the fuck would Cliff read her mail in the first place? He never read her mail. The envelope had been addressed with a light blue pen. It was postmarked from Odense Denmark, a real honest-to-God postmark, with an airmail stamp and everything. The return address looked like it was from a flat in Odense, but what really surprised Cecily was who it was addressed to. It wasn’t addressed to Cecily Burton. It was addressed to Cecily Mickelson, a name that she hadn’t used or thought about even once in the entire six and a half years that she had been living with Cliff. Cecily Mickelson had been her name long ago, in the past, back in the day before she had got caught up in the crazy world of Metallica. “It’s real,” Cecily mumbled as she smoothed out the crease that was in the envelope. “It’s really real.” “Of course it’s real!” Clarisse snapped, annoyed that Cecily was taking so long. Would she just hurry up and open the fucking thing? “Why wouldn’t it be?” Clarisse shot. Cecily gazed at the envelope that she was holding ever so tightly. “Daddy sends me birthday cards but he signs them from Claudia,” she replied. “It’s pretty easy to tell that they are false because they have a U.S. stamp on them and are postmarked from San Francisco. But this has to be real. It’s from Denmark, Odense, and it’s not Cliff’s handwriting.” “You’re right,” said Clarisse as she glanced at the envelope. “It’s not Cliff’s handwriting. It’s actually readable.” “It’s Claudia’s handwriting,” Cecily murmured. “I recognize it. It’s funny because without seeing it in front of me like this, I would have never of recognized it, but now I do.” “Good,” said Clarisse. “Now open it and see what she has to say.” Cecily was never quick to open anything. “It’s so weird,” she said. “I can now recognize the handwriting, but I can’t remember her voice anymore. For a million dollars I wouldn’t be able to tell you how her voice sounds.” Clarisse grew quiet. For a moment, she felt a pang of guilt hit her. Maybe she should have stopped with dumping Cecily’s pretty lilac dress in the donations box at church, instead of bringing in old feelings regarding Cecily’s mother. “I know that she wasn’t ready to be a mother yet when she had me,” said Cecily. “And that my life has been much better living with Cliff, but I shouldn’t forget my own mother’s voice. That’s horrible of me! I’m a terrible daughter.” She looked over at Clarisse. “Do you know what that’s like Miss Clarisse?” Cecily asked. “To accidentally forget the way that someone sounds when they talk? Sometimes even her face is a little blurry to me. What’s wrong with me?” Clarisse looked away. Actually, she did understand what Cecily was saying. After her own grandmother had died ten years ago, Clarisse had trouble remembering her voice, and even the scent of the perfume that she always wore. However, she would never admit this to Cecily. “If you had your mind on more important things instead of stuck in the clouds, you would’ve remembered your biological mother better,” she snapped. Cecily frowned. “If I don’t remember her very well, perhaps she doesn’t remember me very well either,” said Cecily. “Do you think that’s so? Does my mother remember how I sound, or even what I used to look like?” “Probably not Cecily,” Clarisse quipped. “She probably wouldn’t even recognize you. Now open your letter. Let’s see what she wants.” Cecily focused her attention back to the envelope that was sitting in her lap. “If you don’t mind,” she said. “I would like to open it alone.” Clarisse scowled. Part of the fun was seeing Cecily break down into tears as she realized that she came from nothing but trash, and that her mother held no emotions or bond with her at all. Cecily just stared at Clarisse, waiting for her to leave. It was bad enough that her busy ass father had already opened her mail from her mother and read it. She didn’t need crappy Clarisse sticking in her nose as well. Cecily wondered how many other letters that Cliff had hid from her. If he hid one, it was quite possible that he had hid many. Maybe her mother had written her shit loads of letters that he had never given her. She was about to find out. Clarisse sighed, clearly disappointed that she didn’t get to be a witness to any of the upcoming drama. Once Clarisse had left the room, Cecily shut the door, and locked it. She sat back down on her bed and slowly took the letter out of the envelope. To her disappointment, it was only one page long, and addressed to: Cecily. Not dear Cecily, or my daughter Cecily, or even just to my daughter, just Cecily as if she were some mere acquaintance. It was dated from a few months ago. Cliff had kept it from her for that long! Cecily was immediately angered at him. How dare he keep this from her? She took a deep breath as she smoothed out the paper and began to read Cecily, I hate to ask you this, but I could really use your help right now in a time of need. My boyfriend is in jail until next year, and can no longer financially support me. You have a three-year-old half brother named Joseph, and another half sibling due in August. Because of the baby coming, I can’t work right now, so I really could use your help. Anything that you could give us would be appreciated. If you don’t want to do it for me, at least do it for your little siblings. I hope that you can find it within your heart to help those who are less fortunate than you are. Sincerely, Mum Cecily turned the letter over half expecting to find more, but there wasn’t. That was it? Six and a half years had gone by and all Cecily had warranted from her mother was just a fucking half page? Not only that, but the letter itself had been as cold and distant as an overdue notice for an unpaid bill. Perhaps she had missed something mentioning love or being missed. She read the letter over and over but found nothing. There was nothing about missing the little girl that she had raised alone for five years. There was nothing about hoping that Cecily was doing well over in the United States, or even asking about how she was doing. There was nothing about love or regret over giving Cecily up, or even about thinking about her from time to time. Cecily shoved the letter back in the envelope as hot tears began to form in her eyes. “She hates me!” Cecily sobbed. “She never ever forgave me for wanting to live with Cliff. She’s gone on to have two other kids and she loves them, but will forever hate me. All that she wants from me is money.” Cecily had never meant to hurt her mother when she had followed Cliff onto a flight to San Francisco, and never looked back. All that she had wanted was for someone to pay attention to her, and Cliff did just that. For a while, Claudia didn’t even know that her daughter had gone off to a different country. She was too busy getting cock from Lars to notice. Did wanting a little bit of affection make Cecily so horrible? “Fuck her!” Cecily yelled as she began to tear the letter up into shreds. She didn’t give a flying fuck about the return address. She would never ever write to her, and she would most certainly never send her any money. Cecily would rather give Clarisse money than Claudia. “I hate her!” Cecily cried. “I hate her guts! I even hate being related to her! I hope she dies! She deserves to die! Die! Die! Die! Fucking bitch die!” James, Francesca, Scott Ian, and a mildly stoned Cliff, burst into Cecily’s room. “What the fuck is going on in here?” James roared. “Are you trying to sing Creeping Death or something?” Cecily burst into tears, wailing like a three-year-old at the top of her lungs. “You made her cry James,” said Scott. “Oh come on Cecily,” said James. “Don’t be a pussy.” “This isn’t funny James,” scolded Francesca as she took the crying girl into her arms. “Something happened here tonight. She’s clearly upset.” “Princess,” said Cliff as she reached out and took her from Francesca. “What’s wrong baby? You can tell me.” “No!” yelled Cecily. She pulled away from him. “Get the fuck away from me!” “What the fuck has gotten into you?” Cliff demanded. He knew that his relationship with his daughter had been rocky over the past few weeks, but at the moment it had actually been good. What the fuck? “You lie to me!” Cecily croaked at him. “You lied!” She began to cry hysterically. “Lord Burton!” James declared. “What the fuck did you do to the girl?” “Nothing!” Cliff answered. “I took her out for a nice dinner and bought her a pretty dress just for the hell of it, and this is how she fucking treats me.” Cecily bent over and picked up the bits of torn up letter. She threw them at Cliff. They fluttered through the air getting stuck in his long, long, hair. “Cecily, what the fuck,” he stammered as he grabbed at them. Even though they were torn up, he could tell that it was the letter from Claudia. How in the hell did she get it? “Cecily,” he demanded. “Where’d you get this?” “You had no right to open my mail!” Cecily shouted. “Until you’re eighteen I can do whatever the fuck I want to you!” Cliff hissed. “If I want to dress you up like a cocktail waitress and pedal you out on the street for twenty dollar hand jobs, I sure as hell can! Now where did you get this?” “Why didn’t you ever show it to me?” Cecily asked as she sobbed. “Why keep it from me?” “Because,” said Cliff. “Look at you Cecily! You’re freaking out over it. I knew that you would.” “It was still from Claudia,” cried Cecily. “She’s my mother, not yours.” “She’s no mother to you,” said Cliff. “No,” cried Cecily. “She’s isn’t.” “Where did you get this?” Cliff asked again. At that moment, Clarisse appeared in the doorway of Cecily’s room. She had her arms folded across her chest and looked rather amused. Cliff didn’t need an answer. Clarisse was the only other person besides Hildegarde the cleaning lady, who knew where that letter had been stashed, and Cliff was certain that Hildegarde had no reason to go pick a fight with Cecily. Cliff glared at Clarisse. He couldn’t believe that she had done this! She had clearly and deliberately gone against his wishes. “Why the fuck did you do this to her Clarisse?” he shrieked. “Clifford, I believe that Cecily is mature enough to handle it,” Clarisse replied. “She’s apparently not,” shot Cliff as Cecily’s wails grew louder. “I thought that she should know the truth,” said Clarisse innocently. “I don’t ever want to lie to Cecily. I care about her upbringing.” “Since when do you give a shit about Cecily’s upbringing?” Cliff demanded hotly. “Fuck you! I’ll deal with you later.” He turned back to Cecily. “Cess, we need some time alone just me and you to talk this out. Let me explain to you why I didn’t show you that letter.” “Just leave me the fuck alone!” Cecily yelped. “How many other letters did you keep from me?” “None,” said Cliff. “Now stop crying! It’s no wonder I didn’t show it to you. I knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle it like a mature adult yet.” He grabbed at her arm but this time not only did Cecily pull away from him, but she downright smacked him hard across the arm. Cliff was speechless. He had smacked Cecily once when she had given him some lip back in the day, but she had never smacked him, not even when he had gotten too stoned to make it to her school play. Even Cecily was surprised that she had done it. She stared at the red mark that was forming on Cliff’s arm. “You fucking bitch!” Cliff snarled at her. Cecily made eye contact with Cliff, but only for a split second. Then she suddenly collapsed, fainting limply, right into his arms… |
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| Lucifer's Angel | January 2, 2008, 8:42 pm Post #116 |
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Ooooh, die you fucking bitch! Cliff deserved the slap, and Claudia is a whore, she's almost as bad as Clarisse. Cliff had better stop thinking with his dick, his daughter needs him
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| Shayi | January 3, 2008, 4:50 am Post #117 |
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*G* Well she had to faint at some point - I'm surprised she made it this far ;) This chapter was excellently written - dramatic and emotional. And naturally with the flashes of humour for which you are justly famed I hate Clarisse more by the chapter - although in this one it was interesting to see something behind the bitch there - the fact that she can't remember her grandmother, the fact that she does feel a slight amount of guilt for what she did to Cecily. (And deservedly so). However, I am extremely happy to see that Cliff is pissed with her as well - the fall out from this should be extremely interesting! And Cecily, I did feel for her I really did. Poor kid. But still - what did she expect from her ho-bag mother? At least now she knows, even if there is going to be some serious hoohah with Cliff after this one. For once, she might need someone else to help sort her out - Fran or Mr Kirk (if he could be persuaded to go to white rock...). You handled the emotional part and the dramatic part so so well - and I really think that it was offset and perfectly balanced by the touches of humour in there, to stop everything becoming too heavy. This part for instance: “What the fuck is going on in here?” James roared. “Are you trying to sing Creeping Death or something?” ^^ That part was excellently done there - beautifully timed! Another fantastic and brilliantly written chapter - you are so talented, you really are. I can't wait for the next bit
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| Simone | January 3, 2008, 6:32 am Post #118 |
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omfg...My heart skipped a beat when Cess smacked Cliff...this chapter has to be the most drama-full of all the 32 chapters!!!!!Omg Cliff better dump Clarisse...she's such a fucking,idiotic,gold-digging SLUT!!!!!!!!!!!! Poor Cess...she fainted again What Cliff had done but he had a good reason,that letter was emotionless!!!! How could someone have a mother that would only send a letter asking for money and no 'I miss you,I love you' kinda shit...my god Verity,this is by far your best work!
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| Verity | January 3, 2008, 12:08 pm Post #119 |
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The Story Girl
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Vanessa- You're right. Claudia and Clarisse are both awful, dirty, nasty, whores that need to be shot. Shayi- I was going to have Cecily faint in the very first story, but for some stupid reason it never happened. I guess I needed it to be the right soap operish time. I love your idea with bringing in Kirk. I swear to you that he's going to play a major role in this but not until later. This story is going to be really long again but I promise to bring him in, and his role will be important. His whereabouts do get mentioned in a few chapters from now, and you'll see why it's conveinent for me to have him where I've stashed him. Simone- Thanks sooo much. You made my morning. I think out of my stories this is definitely the most organzied because I'm not writing it as I go along, I have some sort of plan to it. Now to go off and do something profound with my time. Chapter Thirty-Three Cecily didn’t wake up until very early the next morning, like around five. Through the windows she could see the light purple sky, the very first signs of dawn. She slowly stirred, as she tried to remember the events from the previous night. At the thought of Claudia, she immediately felt cold and empty. She used to have fainting spells all of the time as a little kid, but when she had moved in with Cliff they became less frequent, partly because she received more regular meals than she had with Claudia, and better healthcare. The doctor had diagnosed Cecily with very low blood pressure, and had her on medication which helped the fainting immensely, but with all the ruckus and brouhaha going on with Clarisse, Emily’s wedding, Jackson, and White Rock, Cecily had been rather careless about taking her medicine. She tried to sit up in bed, but she was always very weak after her fainting spells, not to mention very hungry. As she tried to prop herself up she noticed Cliff still dressed in his day clothes, sitting right there in a chair next to her bed. He had his head down on the bed, and had fallen fast asleep. Geezer lay sleeping like an old boar at the foot of the bed. I was such a bitch to him earlier, thought Cecily as she watched him sleep. “Did I really fucking hit him? No wonder Claudia hates me. I’m a brat. I bet Daddy hates me now too, and he’ll send me away for sure. I don’t know where. My mother certainly doesn’t want me. Maybe Miss Emily would take me in? Cecily slowly tried to move the bed covers off of her so she could get up and maybe go searching for food. She tried her best not to disturb the sleeping Cliff, but he heard her as she moved the covers back. “Cecily,” he mumbled as he lifted his head. “Ah fuck. I slept on my neck wrong.” He rubbed at his aching neck as he turned his attention back to Cecily. “You feeling better?” he asked. “I think so,” Cecily whispered. “I just feel a little light headed, and a little hungry.” She started to get up out of bed, but Cliff pushed her back down into the mountain of pillows that would rival Mount Everest that Francesca had built for her. “You just sit your ass back down,” he commanded. “You’re still weak, and you don’t need to be creeping about the house. I’ll go make you something.” “Daddy, you don’t have to,” Cecily said weakly. Having Cliff be so nice to her made her feel even worse about how she had acted towards him earlier. “I know that I don’t have to,” answered Cliff. “But I want to. How about I make you something light to eat such as toast?” “Okay,” Cecily nodded as she leaned back into the pillows. “You want it with a little bit of jelly no butter right?” Cliff asked, as he gave Geezer a pat. “Yes Daddy,” answered Cecily. “Thank you. You always seem to remember what I like.” “That’s because if I don’t get it right you’ll come kick my ass again,” replied Cliff. “I’m sorry,” said Cecily. “I was really angry at Claudia, and I took it all out on you.” “I understand Cess,” said Cliff. “That was a really shitty thing for Claudia to do to you. You have every right to be pissed at her.” He reached over and set an orange plastic prescription bottle over on her night table. “And don’t forget to take your shit,” he said. “I don’t pay for your medicine for it to just sit here and look pretty.” He opened the bottle and handed her one of her pills, along with a cup of water. “Thank you,” Cecily said as she took a sip of water. “Have you been sitting in here with me all night?” Cliff nodded. “I tried petting you down with some cool, damp, cloths to get you to come back around sooner, but it didn’t work this time. At least you’re back now. I couldn’t have my little Angelfuck unconscious forever. Who would fight over the radio with me, and play Guess the Metal Song?” “Why did you do it?” Cecily asked. “What do you mean why?” said Cliff. “I’m your Dad. It’s my job to take care of you, and I love you.” “Yeah, but I was so awful to you earlier,” said Cecily. Cliff shrugged. “I’m not perfect either Cess. I guess now we’re even for all of the times that I’ve gotten too stoned to attend your school plays and shit.” He turned to go make her toast. “Oh Geezer,” Cecily sighed once she was alone. “He takes way better care of me than my real mother ever did, and he’s even stoned half of the time. Claudia never gave me medicine or took me to the doctor, even when I was sick. I should really be a much better daughter.” Geezer looked at her with big, brown eyes of understanding. They were rather cloudy eyes, for the old dog did have cataracts. He took her hand in his mangy, cyst laden paw. “Thanks Geezer,” said Cecily as she gave the smelly dog a hug. “At least you love me, unlike Claudia does.” She looked over at the picture that was on her night table. It was the one that she had rescued from the trash her first night at White Rock, with Cliff and Emily out on the dock fishing. She hated to give up on the wonderful dream that the three of them could live together as a family again, just like they used to back in the day. But, Cliff had been so loving and forgiving towards her. All that he wanted from her was for her to be more accepting of Clarisse, and accept the fact that he was going to make her his wife. Couldn’t she at least give him that? She hated to, but he deserved it. For some unexplainable reason, perhaps the sex was out of this world good, or the titties were extra bouncy, Clarisse made Cliff happy, and Cecily wanted her Dad to be very happy. Cliff came back into the room. He was holding a tray with Cecily’s toast on it made just the way that she liked it with a tiny bit of jam and no butter. He had also used the plain wheat toast instead of the honey wheat toast, because Cecily didn’t like honey wheat toast, and he had fixed her some of her favorite tea. “Thank you Daddy,” said Cecily gratefully as he set the tray in front of her. “Just don’t faint on me again,” replied Cliff. “I want a healthy Cecily.” “You can have some of my toast Daddy,” Cecily said as she handed a piece towards him. “Actually,” said Cliff. “Don’t mind if I do since I’m awake at fucking five o’clock in the morning.” He took the toast and began to scarf it down as ravenously as Geezer would have. “Daddy,” Cecily went on. “I just want you to know that if you want to marry Clarisse, I support your decision.” Cliff nearly choked on the toast. “No fuck!” he gasped. “Really? You’re down with it now?” Cecily nodded. Cliff reached over and gave Cecily a giant hug. “Thanks baby,” he said. “Clarisse really means a lot to me, but so do you. I really wanted your approval before I propose to her. I’m going to do it as soon as I get back from Gastropod’s mini tour.” Cecily hugged her Father back but she felt numb inside. It still didn’t seem right to her. He should be marrying Emily instead. “I want you to be in the wedding Cess,” Cliff went on. “I really want you to stand up there with us as we say our vows and shit.” “What if Clarisse doesn’t want me there?” Cecily asked. “Too bad,” Cliff shrugged. “I want you there.” He smoothed out her hair. “At the reception we’ll have to ask the band to play a song for us to dance to, just you and me. Do you think that they’ll know any Misfits?” *** The doctor always insisted that whenever Cecily had one of her fainting spells that she stay in the bed the entire next day to rest and recover. This meant that Cecily and Jackson would have to postpone their ghost hunting expedition. “Where’s Cecily?” Jackson asked as he took his seat at the breakfast table. “She has to stay in her room,” replied Cliff. “Doctor’s orders. She’ll be able to come out tomorrow.” “It’s a shame that she has to spend such a nice day inside,” observed Francesca as she dumped fresh strawberries into her cereal. “I know a lot of fun things that one can do inside,” said James, as he gave Francesca a mischievous look. “Yeah,” said Cliff. “And Jackson and Cecily will not be engaging in any of those kind of things.” “Could I at least hang out inside with her?” Jackson asked. “What do you think I am?” Cliff shot. He leaned back in his chair and lit up a cigarette. “Do you think I’m retarded or something? I know better than that. Teenagers don’t just “hang out” together. You’ll be better off outdoors. Go fishing or rent a canoe or something.” “But I feel bad leaving Cecily alone all day,” said Jackson. Cliff picked up the cream pitcher and shoved it in Jackson’s face, desperately trying to change the subject. “See this?” he hissed. “This pitcher was made by real, live, genuine, Navajo Native Americans.” “Uh okay,” Jackson mumbled. He shot Scott Ian a look for help. Scott Ian grabbed the pitcher. “Nobody gives a fuck Cliff,” he snarled. “I do!” Cliff yelped. “What do you want Jackson to do?” Scott snapped. “Whack off into it?” “Speaking of whacking off,” said James as he drenched maple syrup over his beef cake sausage patties. “Where the hell is Clarisse?” “They didn’t finish that photo shoot that she had yesterday so she had to go back today,” answered Cliff. He gave a wistful sigh. “She’ll probably be gone all day again. I don’t think that she likes it here.” “How could anyone not like White Rock?” asked James as if not liking White Rock were sacrilegious. “Everyone loves White Rock.” “Not supermodels,” said Cliff. "It's for the best anyway. We're not speaking to each other right now. I can't believe that she went behind my back and gave Cecily that letter." "Don't worry Man," James said cheerfully. "Cess will get over it." After breakfast, Cliff, James, and Scott Ian, all went hiking up to the woods. Francesca packed them a picnic hamper filled with cold chicken cutlets, potato salad, fresh fruit, and a cheesecake. The hike to the woods had actually been Cliff’s idea. They needed inspiration for writing new heavy riffs, and Cliff had read somewhere that the Native Americans often wandered deep into the woods whenever they needed inspiration. The plan was to drink beer, smoke pot, and play some guitar. Poor Francesca had been stuck with supervising Jackson. Cliff did not want him going into Cecily’s room alone. “He can visit her,” Cliff had told her. “But you have to be in there with him. I don’t want him sneaking in there and getting her pregnant.” “Yes your Royal Majesty,” Francesca replied. Oh well. It wasn’t that bad. Jackson and Cecily were good kids. Having to keep an eye on them wasn’t that bad a job, and she needed to repaint her toenails anyway. Cecily was sitting up in bed working on sketching the view outside of her bedroom window when Jackson and Francesca knocked on her door. “Come in!” called Cecily without looking up from her drawing. “Hey Cecily!” Jackson greeted as he and Fran entered her room. He was holding a sizable bouquet of wildflowers that Francisca had helped him pick for Cecily. “We felt bad that you couldn’t go outdoors,” he said. “So we brought the outdoors to you!” he held the flowers out towards her. “Oh my!” gasped Cecily as she took the flowers. “Thank you so much! They smell so pretty.” She buried her nose in them. “Are you feeling better?” Francesca asked. “Yes Ma’am,” replied Cecily. She couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. After all, she was in her pajamas. Jackson had seen her in her fucking pajamas! “I’m happy to hear that you’re feeling better dear,” Francesca replied. “I’ll go fix you some tea.” She hustled out of the room. She was only going to be gone for about five minutes. She was positive that Jackson wouldn’t try anything fresh with Cecily in such a short amount of time. “I’m sorry that I fainted,” Cecily said to Jackson once they were alone. “I ruined our ghost hunting.” “We can go tomorrow,” Jackson answered. “It’s not like you fainted on purpose.” “No,” answered Cecily. “But I can’t control when I faint. I hate it. It makes me feel sickly and weak, like a pussy.” She began to play with her flowers. “You don’t have to stay inside with me all day long. It’s beautiful out today. You should be outside.” “I’d much rather be inside here with you than outside by myself,” Jackson replied. “It’s not a big deal. While we’re inside you can show me the new dress that your Dad bought for you.” “Like you give a shit about my new dress,” Cecily laughed. “Guys don’t care about dresses.” “Hey,” said Jackson. “Motherfucking Cliff Burton touched that dress with his own two hands. That makes it very interesting indeed.” Cecily sighed. “I thought that I left it hanging on the back of my bedroom door, but it’s not there. I can’t think of anywhere else that I would’ve put it.” “I’m sure that it’ll turn up,” said Jackson. “Maybe if your Dad ever lets you go out with me you can wear it.” Cecily blushed. “You’d go out with me?” she asked. “Yeah,” said Jackson. “Actually, we’ve already gone out together, you know. Fishing and swimming. We’re going out tomorrow night too.” “You consider ghost hunting going out?” Cecily asked. “I guess so,” replied Jackson. “We are going out of the house together, alone.” “I guess you’re right,” Cecily agreed. “I’d much rather go ghost hunting than go on some stupid date to see some crappy-ass movie or something.” “Me too,” said Jackson. The two sat in silence, the only sound came from the waves lashing up against the shore outside of the window. Even though she was in a pair of goofy, purple, kitty cat pajamas and was rather pale, Jackson thought that Cecily still looked very pretty. Her eyes were still bright with life and excitement. Maybe he could give her a quick little kiss on the cheek, like a “get well” kiss. He slowly began to lean over towards her. “Did you guys know that virtually every pair of underwear that James owns has holes in it?” Francesca asked as she entered the room holding a mug of hot tea for Cecily. Jackson immediately jumped away from the bed, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. Sometimes he felt that he would never get to kiss Cecily… |
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| Shayi | January 3, 2008, 12:40 pm Post #120 |
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What an awesome chapter! (And I'm so glad to hear that Kirk will be making further appearances in this!). I love Francesca coming in talking about James' underwear (which does sound vile!) - what an excellent mood killer I also found it so funny that Cliff wants Francesca there playing gooseberry. Heh! Geezer sounds more and more vile with each chapter - but somehow, strangely endearing for it... I'm glad that Cecily and Cliff are getting on again - even if it's meant her saying that she will endorse the marriage to Clarisse. However - how long that will last goodness only knows! Hopefully she will think of some way to split those two up, but we shall see. Cliff and his bloody Native Americans. Man it makes me laugh - however I think that the winning line has to go to Scott Ian there:- “What do you want Jackson to do?” Scott snapped. “Whack off into it?” It was absolutely wonderful and made me giggle like a fool I can't wait to see what happens when Cess is out of bed and they go on their trip to the haunted house - that should certainly be adventurous! Not to mention - will the boys find inspiration in the woods? Somehow I doubt it. Heh. |
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I hope Cliff catches her, and gets out the shotgun, in some states, that's justifiable homicide. Her and Ken deserve each other, I hope Cliff comes to his senses



the ending was soooo epic!!!
I even imagined Cess with her mouth dropped looking weirdly at Cliff
Hah, Cliff is a great dad, and that dress sounds lovely. That ring is a bit gaudy, though. I hope he finds out about Clarisse, and kicks her out, she's not good for him
I'm glad that you've got her in here - she's a great character - very easy going it seems, although with James I think she needs to be!

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