I Have To Look Up Just To See Hell

They Said That Hell's Not Hot

Chapter 6 – They Said That Hell’s Not Hot

and_yeah helped with inspiration for this chapter...and as a nag to make sure I actually finished it ;)

Thanks bae...Enjoy!

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 I sighed as I looked over the sheets of music without lyrics littering the floor around me and the sketches people had given me of different looks, though I’d yet to see much of a point to that. I’m me...not much use changing the appearance. I sighed and then jumped as the door swung open; smiling when my almost three year old daughter walked over to me.

“Hey darlin’.” I smiled as she came and sat in my lap and held up a piece of paper. “What’ve you got there?” I frowned slightly at the drawing...it was me...wearing… “Abbie...what am I wearing in this?”

She pointed to the picture in my hand. “Daddy says it looks like I drew you as the nineties ‘teen dream’...” she smiled a little.

I laughed a little and hugged her, smiling from her cute little face to the drawing she’d given me. “That you did sweetie…” I tapped her nose lightly, making her giggle. “Thankyou Abbie, this is lovely.” I smiled as she hugged me. I think I just found my look…

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“Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I have nothing but my aching soul? I know you will. I know you will. I know that you will…” I sang as I prepared dinner, smiling to myself at how the new song sounded all brought together.

“Is that about me?” I jumped and then giggled shyly as I felt Marilyn’s arms wrap around my waist. “Coz it’s beautiful...and true.” he chuckled, kissing my cheek.

“Thanks…” I smiled as I placed the knife and cutting board I’d been using into the sink and put the lid on the pan to my right. “If only the whole record would come together as easily…” I sighed and turned in his arms, snuggling into his warm embrace.

“You’re two thirds of the way finished…” he kissed my hair gently. “It’ll work out.” he paused, rubbing my back soothingly. “Hmm...maybe you just need to find your look…” he laughed a little. “You could use Abbie’s punk rock version of the ‘teen dream’...not that she knows that’s what she drew…” he trailed off as I pulled back to look up at him.

“Maybe you’re right... But I was thinking about more of a gangster look, but still classy and elegant." I smirked up at him as his jaw dropped. “Me thinks you like this idea of mine.”

He nodded, swallowing hard, eyes slightly glazed over. “I do...I really do…”

“Woah there cowboy.” I chuckled as I leant up and kissed him sweetly. “Still cooking...but definitely later…” I winked as I turned back to making dinner, blushing at the thoughts the look he’d given me had inspired.

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We lay in bed together, catching our breath as we cuddled and whispered sweet nothings to each other periodically. We were kissing lovingly when Marilyn pulled back slightly and looked at me.

“You need a name…” he murmured and then sat up.

I sat up and slipped an arm about his waist, kissing his shoulder before laying my head against it. “A name?” I asked with a small smile.

“Yeah...I mean as a performer.” He looked over at me, wrapping an arm about my shoulders and laying us down again. “Something that makes you stand a little taller than the rest.”