Cowboy Diaries - a Jon Bon Jovi fan fiction

8: Love Hurts

20. May 1991, Jon's house in New Jersey

Jon's POV

I looked myself up and down in the mirror for maybe the third time now. Shit, I was so nervous. Almost like on my first date. But it was way worse than that. Because she hadn't agreed being in my company.

And because I wanted more than a date. I wanted my wife back. I wanted to see her beautiful smile again, hear her voice, even when she's mad at me. Depend on her advices, hold her in my arms...

But for that, I had to get out of the house now. I grabbed the bunch of red roses I bought, took a last look in the mirror and grabbed my sunglasses. Around half an hour later, I was standing on the front stairs to the house I visited yesterday. It looked even more expensive in the daylight.

But there was no turning back now. I rang the doorbell. But as it swung open, I didn't see Dorothea. No, there was a tall blonde man who greeted me with a fake smile.

Someting seemed so familiar about him. As I looked into his eyes, I knew who he was, because these eyes I could never forget. One was blue, pretty much like mine, but the other one was green.

Suddenly memories came flooding back to me. Memories I wanted to forget. I saw my thirteen year old self laying on the floor. This man above me, with a foot put on my chest. In the background I could see some boys laughing, and he gave me the same stupid smile he gave me right now.

This man was Corey Bayers. He went to high school with me. He was just the typical popular kid. Captain of the schools baseball team, a rich dad, but not one of the smartest guys.

And most importantly he was one of the biggest assholes. He started bullying around every kid that wasn't willing to kiss his butt.

But the worst thing is, he had tried to steal Dorothea from me. We already were together for one year. But Corey started to invent all these lies about me. And then he showed Dorothea some of my stuff that she shouldn't see.

Cocaine, or some kind of tablets. It was in my bad boy phase. I wanted to be cool too, not the loser who hung out with other losers. But Dorothea wasn't attracted to such things, at least I knew that after this incident.

Actually, I should be thankful for that. I never touched drugs after that again. But then, after she broke up with me, my love of my life started dating this asshole. And they still would have been together, if Corey wouldn't have got an offer for another school.

A school that had the best baseball team of Jersey. I never knew if he made it big there and I never cared. The only thing I cared about was that I could have Dorothea back. I then waited for her on the stairs to her parents house.

The situation was in fact very similar to that one right now. Only that this asshole is there again.

"Thank you for the flowers Jonny boy. But I have to disappoint you. I ain't dating guys. But I'm sure there are hundreds of other men who would pray for that opportunity. Who wouldn't want to go to bed with Bon Jon Jovi. Was that your name? I don't remember. I'm sooo sorry."

After Corey had finished his monologue, I wanted to punch him so badly, so that I never would have to see that stupid arrogant false smile again. But my body was still very weak because of all what happened, and the guy was a lot taller than me.

He looked like that typical surfer guy. Shoulder length blonde hair, tanned skin, a T- shirt that showed of his muscles and that self confidence like he was the coolest man on earth.

To be honest, I felt out of place next to him, with my small size and with that dumb suit I decided to wear today. But it was of no use, I was here for a reason. And he couldn't forbid me to see Dorothea. Who was my wife by the way, not his.