Cowboy Diaries - a Jon Bon Jovi fan fiction

18: Bed Of Roses 2

3. December 1991, Colorado

Jon's  POV

I woke up with my head pounding. I had no idea where I was or what had happened last night that I felt like shit now.

I wanted to open my eyes for orientation, but as soon as I did it the bright light stung like thorns in my eyes. Actually my whole body felt like I was laying on nails or something.

Wait, why was I naked? I tried to remember anything, but nothing was there. Man, I must have partied hard yesterday, well actually today. 

I slowly opened my eyes again after a while of just laying there. As they had adjusted to their environment, my gaze suddenly fell on a grand piano.

Ah shit, I remembered there was something with it. Someone wanted me to play it. I had no idea if I had done it. Probably not, it still looked untouched.

I tried to collect further memories. Yeah, there had been some woman. But where was she now?

I slowly got up, trying to not hurt my messed up body too much with fast movements. I looked around the hotel suite, but I couldn't see anyone. I wanted to call out her name, but it seems like I had forgotten it. 

"Hey babe, are you still here?" I asked instead. No answer.

She must have left me. I didn't blame her. She obviously had got what she wanted and I hadn't expected anything more. We both wanted some quick action and we got that. 

But for some reason I wasn't happy. Well that isn't that unusual while facing a hangover. But there was something more. I felt guilt. I felt like I had betrayed someone. I had to think of Dorothea again, I couldn't help it.

All my self consciousness and the feelings that I didn't need her anymore had vanished. Like so often I started crying because of her again. My heart was still broken. I may have though I would feel better after having slept with a woman again, but truth is I just felt horrible. Awful. Disgusted by myself.

I wanted to get Dorothea back but I endlessly slept with random girls, probably way under my age. Not that she would ever know, she didn't care for me anymore, that's what she had made pretty clear as she went in with this asshole of a boyfriend. But deep down I still thought that we two could have a happy end and that I had destroyed this chance now with this action.

I got up and walked to that piano. I had no idea why it stood there. Quite unusual for an usual hotel suite if you ask me. As I got closer I noticed a piece of paper laying onto it. It looked like a note, so I began to read it.

Dear Jonny. Sorry I had to leave you this early, but I have some things to do today. But I hope we can see us again soon, I enjoyed our little night together. By the way: when we meet again, I finally want to hear that piano playing of yours. Call me...

And then there was a number. Claire was her name, it made sense now as it stood here. I remembered she had blonde hair, but I still didn't know about the piano.

I came to the conclusion that probably I had asked someone to bring it up but I hadn't used it then. God how embarrassing. I felt extremely guilty now, so I decided to at least sit down for a moment and play a few chords.

Fun fact: I was still naked while doing that. I had no idea what to play, so I really just played around with some simple chords while my brain still felt fucked up. I decided to sing something to it, just because for some reason it felt like songwriting, even though that hadn't been my intention.