Cowboy Diaries - a Jon Bon Jovi fan fiction

5: Reunion

Sorry again for the beginning but it had to be. I know it hits different now.

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1. May 1991, Calvary Cemetery NYC

Richie's POV

Jon had begged us to lead him to Alec's gravestone. I think we all were a bit disappointed that he hadn't made his way to it before. But as I saw the state he was in now, I understood why. He wouldn't have been able to bear it.

I could only see Jon's hair and his back as he knelt next too the gravestone where he had laid down a big bouquet of colorful flowers. He had wanted to get this one because he said it represented Alec's crazy and special personality.

But now Jon almost lay on the ground, crying his soul out and begging Alec to forgive him, telling him a thousand times how sorry he was and that he wanted to lay there six feed under instead of him. It was heartbreaking and it was no surprise that nobody kept a dry eye this day.

We only could drag Jon away from the graveyard as he was becoming weak because he was so exhausted from crying.

It would all of us take a few days to get over that day. But it was of no use, I had to leave tomorrow. Jon had promised me he would be a whole different man when I came back and that he would have gotten his life back together.

As much as I loved that Jon had gained his optimism back I knew how naive that was. That man was mentally sick, he wasn't over the mountain yet and he knew that. I felt bad for leaving because I had the fear the situation would worsen in that time again. But he was a grown-up man, he somehow had to deal with it, and he had Dave and Tico that would keep an eye on him.

16. May 1991, hotel in New Jersey

Jon's POV

I looked at myself through the mirror of the hotel bathroom. I still had to get used to that picture that met me there. After I had decided to move on from my past, I tried to get my life back on tracks again. I shaved, gained a bit weight and bought some new clothes, because the old ones were dirty as fuck.

I mostly bought some basic t- shirts and some jeans, nothing too fancy but still decent. I somehow didn't have the desire to wear crazy outifts anymore. I should really start to grow up a bit.

I even had to cut my hair because it was so matted that you couldn't rescue it anymore. I had a very short fringe now, so you could actually see my eyes again and my hair now only reached a couple inches past my shoulders. I didn't know yet what I thought about it, it had taken me forever to grow my hair that long and now because of me being too lazy I had to cut it. Well, at least I couldn't hide behind it anymore that well and I looked like a decent human again.

I instructed some cleaning company to get rid of all the mess in my New York house, so that's why I was staying in that hotel right now. I was a bit embarrassed they got to see how messy I was, but it was their job after all and I would give them a very big tip.

But the actual reason I was staying in New Jersey was because I finally was ready to meet my parents again. I knew they worried about me because I had refused to see them for over 4 months now. But I wouldn't have wanted them to see me in that state I was in. They would have worried even more. But now I had decided to clear everything up again with everybody, so what must be done must be done. And another reason that I wanted to meet them was that I needed my mother's advice. It was about Dorothea.

Jon's parents house, New Jersey

Jon's POV