Life of Jacoby
(part two)
"...When the sun goes down, you are my
only friend..."
The warm sand felt good against his feet. He didn't know when he had felt this last. He used to love the beach, the sound of water hitting towards the shore. The breeze. The smell. It was indescribable how great it felt after what seemed like forever on tour. The Getting Away with Murder was released half a year ago, and of course they had to follow that up with a bunch of gigs. For once he could get away from the other band members, and just spend time with his wife, without the kids cryin'. He knew she wasn't too happy about it. The location. He knew the sea made her feel trapped and she was anxious. But he was there. There to protect her.
Damian Wolfe was a year old now. The little boy looked like his father, yet had his mother's eyes. He smiled, stopped and looked at his woman. That felt good as well. His woman. Her fingers were slid between his, her hand felt cold. 'Are you sick?' He was thinking loudly. She frowned and looked into his eyes, shook her head and smiled. He took her other hand as well. He loved looking into her eyes. It made him feel strong. She would always give her self to him completely, losing herself in his stare. The sea coloured them, her eyes. Made them look more green than usual.
He thought about it for a moment and come to think that her eyes could take about every colour they wanted. Black when she was angry, green when she was sad, grey when she didn't give a fuck, and blue when she was happy. But her eyes were blue. Just like his. He reached out to stroke her hair away from her face, and kissed her cheek. The smile that followed could've lit the entire world. He slid her arm around her waist – holding her close, and they continued walking. A storm was building far away. He could see the dark clouds whom seemed close but he knew they were far away. There was distant thunder too. She sighed, so she had noticed as well.
They've had the beach entirely to themselves so far, he didn't know for how long they have been walking. All of a sudden his thoughts were cut of by a burning ache in the foot. He fell to his knees, swearing loudly. 'Fucking SHIT! Aaah!' She dropped to her knees next to him, a worried look in her face. The sand had red little drops in them. 'Let me see that.' She whispered. While she was examining her foot, he looked amazed at all the blood. 'Does it hurt?' She muttered, her fingertips moving slowly down his leg. He shook his head, biting his lip. Locating the little piece of glass in the sand, picking it up and throwing it into the ocean. Silence followed. He was listening. The sea seemed like roaring. 'It's ok you know – you are allowed to say that it hurts.' She said quietly. He stood up. Her eyes widened, looking up at him.
'You're always treating me like that!'
'Like what?'
'Like I'm Damian!'
There was a pause. She looked at him in disbelief. He felt… provoked.
'I'm not!'
' I didn't say you were… Jac...'
'I'M NOT! FUCK THIS! You've got your baby! Now get off my back!' He went off. Limping. His foot hurting like hell every time he stepped on the warm sand. Leaving a small trace of red. He expected her to call out his name by now. To follow him. Why didn't she come running after him, begging him to calm down? He sat down and rested against a stone. 'Fuck!' He muttered. The ocean seemed to swallow the sound. Fine. If she wanted to be alone. Fucking fine. She shouldn't treat him like a fucking baby! His hands shook with anger. Good fucking thing he hit off. If he hadn't he would've bloody well hit her! Bitch. He rested his head in his hands. Feeling his warm forehead against his palms. Fucking shit. He sniffed. Looked up. Saw her sitting in the sand, a little figure. The hair dancing around her head. Beautiful. Alone with the ocean. She was looking straight at it, he figured. Facing her fear.
Alone. What the fuck?! Wasn't it enough that she made him feel like a bloody kid, she had to make him regret too? Fuck. She wrapped her arms around her knees, as if to protect herself. It wasn't like the ocean could jump at her or anything. Hideous. He cared for her though. But she needed to treat him like a man. Care. She had done nothing to care about him either. Before. Getting him to bed when he waswasted, or comforting him when he was sick. Making tomato soup when he had the flu. No one could make it quite as good as she did. He sighed. 'Jacoby, you're a fucking idiot!' He looked up and whimpered, the skies wouldn't give him any answers.
'You're a jerk. You know that?' She whispered into her knees, almost too low. As if she awaited him to snap any moment. She hadn't looked up once. Guessed he heard him coming. He smiled. Sitting on his knees in front of her. Remembered a tune… 'I don't know, if I care. I'm a jerk, life's not fair…' She laughed and looked him into the eyes. 'I love that song…'
So he had gone back to her. Couldn't bear the thought of her sitting there, alone. Facing her fears. Protecting her made him feel strong. He needed that feeling. He kissed her forehead. A single tear down her cheek.
'Hey, woah…' He traced it. A little drop of salt water landing on her chest. 'Co' it said with black letters, framed by half a heart. He kissed her cheek. She jumped as she felt his warm hand across her neck, slowly moving down, to remove the fabric covering the rest of her tattoo. He looked at it. 'Coby' The heart was whole now. A tattooed heart over her real one. It was where she had wanted his autograph when he first met her. She had gone straight to a tattoo shop after. Rather crazy really. He giggled. Thinking it would take a crazy woman to love a man like himself. He found it weird that she was still sticking with him, but was thankful nevertheless. 'Look love, I'm sorry…' He knew by her smile that he was forgiven. The joy in her eyes that she had already forgotten it. He wrapped his arms around her. Held her close. They felt cold drops on their shoulders. The thunder whom once was distant now was drawing nearer. He didn't care. All he wanted was to hold her. Let her know how much he cared. The raindrops fell heavily, and in a moment they were soaked. He kissed her trembling lips. Realised that she was cold. Yet sitting outside in the rain was cosy and all, this were a bit too much. He put his hand around her waist and lifted her up. Looked at her. She looked really god when she was soaked. He couldn't help rest his eyes on her chest for a moment. She sure was cold… Or something like that anyway.
'You pervert…' She laughed and kissed him. Her voice quivered.
...To Be Continued...