Cowboy Diaries - a Jon Bon Jovi fan fiction

29: Under Pressure

8. April 1992, Jon's and Dorothea's house, NJ

Jon's POV

After breakfast we had decided to go on a small walk around the town, because the warm sun rays were tempting. Quickly we had to realize that it was still pretty cold though. But we still enjoyed it, just the two of us sharing another moment together, just talking about random stuff and laughing.

At some point silence settled in, and normally I would've enjoyed thesee rare moments of silence, where nobody needed to say something but it didn't get uncomfortable and we were just enjoying each other's company.

But at that day there was something playing in the back of my mind. I didn't want to dampen the mood but I had to bring it up, I waited long enough.

Dorothea's POV

It had started so nicely. Just a walk in the sunshine, with nothing to worry about. But then Jon had decided that he had to bring up Corey. He asked me how it was living with him, if there was anything suspecting.

I was annoyed that Jon had destroyed this beautiful morning by making me think of my ex again, but I knew his reasons for it. He still believed Corey was the murderer and now he wanted to find another reason for it or at least wanted to have my opinion.

But I just didn't know. I lived with this man, I just couldn't get my mind around it that he was possibly a murderer and I had stayed with him for the whole time. On the other hand side, nothing was proven yet.

I couldn't even say if there was anything that could raise suspect. The whole behavior of this man had been strange. At least I had put it like that. But was there really a reason behind that? A criminal plan? I doubted it, just the thought of it was unreal and scary.

I had to admit there were some things that I never understood. Often late at night Corey went to drive off to somewhere, and he vehemently was against me finding out where he was going. Sometimes he'd buy tons of food, like mainly toast and ketchup and such stuff. It seemed like he was throwing some bad party, but there never had been one.

I had sneaked into his club at the nights when he disappeared, thinking he was there. But I've never seen him. Now that I thought about it, he really had, like, a secret. He always had tried to hide it from me, like the tons of toast he bought.

Why would you hide toast? I had no idea. But on the other hand side why would a murderer need tons of toast?

Nothing made sense anymore, the longer we thought and talked about it. I just was tired of speaculating and so I just begged Jon to end this now and wait for what the police would find out. There was no use in further worrying, there was no answer that could appear.

"I'm sorry." Jon said guiltily. "I didn't want to destroy our walk by that bullshit. What happened happened, knowing the murderer won't bring back Alec. We just have to accept it. Maybe it's even better we don't know more about it. How could I let stay this person who did it alive any longer?"

I wrapped my arm around Jon to show him that I wasn't angry. In fact I understood him, I wanted to know too what happened and because I lived with Corey it had seemed logical to ask. But at the end it hadn't brought us any further.

We were on our way back to our house now, but still we didn't feel quite happy again. Our thoughts still flooded back to Corey. At this point I was really waiting to leave for London. I wanted to get out of here for a while, get some different impressions.

I wanted Jon to write a new chapter of his history instead of having to battle with his past all the time. Even though it had gotten better again. Working on a new album really seemed to push Jon.