The Devil knows my Name

Jackie woke up in her own bed. She didn’t remember how she had gotten there but she started to remember John and felt the dull ache between her legs that proved the amazing sex they had shared. Then she heard the water running in the bathroom and someone humming quietly.

Had Ginger got back so soon, she wondered and crept out of the bed and went to check the bathroom. John stood under the shower and rinsed his long bleached hair. He was a magnificent sight to look at and Jackie couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

“See something you like?” he asked and turned around. Jackie smiled sleepily and handed him a towel.

“Yeah,” she agreed and gasped when he grabbed around her and pulled her flush against his wet body.

“Really?” he asked with a sly smirk and mauled her prink ass.

“Are you ready to come to the studio today?” she asked and tangled her arms around his neck. He looked at her and grinned.

“Sure,” he said and kissed her deeply. His erection was already rubbing against her belly and wanted attention.

“You asked for one chance,” she whispered as she wrapped the towel around his hips, “And you got that.”

“How about a bonus?” he asked hopefully.

“Come to the studio and then I’ll decide if you are good enough for a bonus,” she teased him but John pushed her up against the wall.

“You know I am good,” he growled.

“I know,” she whispered with a soft smile.
***
For the next three weeks John and Jackie were working closely together. Jackie was showing her talent on the piano and bass guitar while John was shredding his beloved Fender. She hadn’t slept with him but he hadn’t stopped from trying. The diamond ring was a constant reminder for her to whom she really belonged.

Jackie stood behind the microphone with headphones and listened to the background music she and John had composed for the song called “Heaven of Farewell”. She loved the way John had made it chime in dark notes. It was not a traditional song with verses and choruses.

In exile I wore a mask on my luminous wrath
There was Heaven full of your sycophantic dreams
My wounds swore to quell the taste of redemption
And one night you spoke venomous doubts into my heart

I tried to elude you from your deceitful enticement
But demons came to my resting place, where my body lay
My soul was swirling and in this pandemonium I found –
You have never had such wings as my illusions and torment

You were a seraph of thrilling mystery
A wretched one from dreadful path… and you fled, I feared
You sneaked out of the deep clandestine forest
Where I used to cast enchantments in a pale darkness

Leafs of allegiance fell when you whispered
I swore on my sacred grace
Where dandelions and depression were growing
You carved letters of a death song on my gravestone
And the skies of extinction were screaming in agony:

You came to keep
You swore to see
You knew to cry: Farewell!

She sighed when the song ended with John’s little solo. She looked through the glass and got a nod from the sound mixer. John sat next the sound technician and looked her. He had rather confused look his face when he heard the whole song from the beginning. That had been another song with hidden meaning behind the odd lyrics.
***
On one late evening John was sitting on a nightclub’s balcony. He had gotten a private table in the corner where he could see everything that was going on below. He had chosen Insomniac because the interior reminded him the first time he had seen Jackie. He looked at the time again and started to fear she wouldn’t come.

“Hi,” said Jackie from behind his back and made him jump a little. She had sneaked up from the stairs that no one generally used. John stood up and pulled out a chair for her to sit down.

“I’m glad you came, Jackie,” he said and smiled. When his eyes traveled over her emerald green and black outfit, he swallowed a groan. She smiled and her sweet smile reached to her smoky eyes.

“Of course I came,” she said and looked over the edge of the balcony. Many people were dancing down there and the music almost made it impossible to hear John.

John had wanted to discuss their music video in some place that didn’t remind them work. Insomniac had been a “random” choice. Jackie ordered herself rum with Coke and asked to hear his ideas.

“I was thinking about desert and rocks,” he started to paint the picture of the music video before her eyes. Jackie closed her eyes to vision it. His voice was pleasant to listen and she wasn’t even startled when John gently took her hands to his.

John kept talking while he studied her broad golden bracelets. He had heard the rumors of her trying to kill herself. Bracelets were covered with fine ornaments of flowery patterns. And in the middle were three roses with her initials in the center. Gently he turned her hands around and slowly pushed the bracelets up a bit with his thumbs.

“…I haven’t thought about the…” he started to say when he gasped. Under the gold were fresh scars. John looked up and stared at her doll-face.

“Jackie, I didn’t know,” he whispered and rubbed his thumbs over her palms. She snapped her eyes open and saw that he had found her little secret. Quickly she ripped her hands free from his grip.

“You weren’t supposed to know,” she said a bit coldly.

“Jackie…” he started to find the right words but she didn’t want to hear them. She wanted to leave.

“John, I don’t want to talk about this,” she said and held her distance from him. John saw that there was nothing he could do to help her and returned to the last topic.