Band Oneshots

Actually Left (Richie x Jon bonjovi)

Jon slamming door as hard as he possibly could reverberated through the cheap walls of the shitty motel they where staying in.

Tears burned in his eyes sky blue. As Sadness coiled in his heart.

Jon couldn't help the thoughts of, 'You're not good enough you're so stupid you're not important to him.' Jon lowered the bottle nicked off of David, an continued drinking, with shaking hands he pressed his hands against his mouth.

As the bitter taste of the Vodka burned his throat, the tears fell.

Richie had actually left him, but not just him Richie said he was done it all. The band an Jon.

He left because Jon wasn't good enough, and Jon knew that wasn't exactly true. However the truth that it was all his fault hurt more then not being good enough and he was so sorry for being so stupid, clingy an a bit to bossy at times an for treating Richie like an asshole instead of a friend an lover.

All Jon could do at this point was cry, so that's what he did, he cried out to know one in particular as he swept his hand across the table. His now empty vodka bottle went flying to the ground, sending chunks of glass flying around the room.

Jon flinched when he felt a sharp pain an then some blood dripping down his hand, but didn't care, he couldn't bring himself to care so he sunk to his knees an ignored it all.

He was crying like a child. If anyone was to come and check on him there'd probably think him to be Pathetic. Chest heaving as he's sobbing continued, the tears falling like rain, unwanted, just like himself.

The memories of him and Richie filled his mind, he truly loved him. He was reminded of how Richie had promised him that he wouldn't leave.

Jon would've done anything in his power to make Richie stay because he loved that man more than life itself but apparently Richie didn't love him. Jon wanted to scream and cry and rip his heart out. Anything to stop the hurting. He prayed to god to please stop the hurt.

Glass slammed against his skin as he slowly lay curled into a ball, pulling his knees up to his chest, hugging himself. Jon fingers dug into the glass, pushing it into his arm even more as he tried to comfort himself.

"Worthless piece of shit! Couldn't try to change, couldn't make Richie stay all he asked was to not treat him like he was useless god what's wrong with you!" Jon slammed his hand against his head with enough force to make his head bounce in the floor.

It was all his fault. All his fault. He didn't even try. Jon sobbed, his grief strangling his heart and lungs. As he lay broken on the ground.

"Please come back." Jon brokenly whimpered. "Please just come back to me." It was like his heart was trying to call Richie back to him.

He's was only meet by silence, because the living people always left him, because he made them feel worthless, he was convinced he was just unlovable, and unwanted.

The blood mixed with his tears is what made Jon finally realise that if he died in those moments, then he'd thank God because he wanted the pain to stop. He wanted his Mookie back in his arms.

Jon would stay, here in this shitty hotel room, and maybe Richie would come back for him, but then maybe... maybe he'd rot in this room, because Richie deserved better than someone like him. Someone willingly to try. Someone who could treat him right.

Jon started muttering stuff to himself again. "Please come back. I'll do anything in the world. I'm sorry that I'm such a disappointment, I should of tried, I love you, come back please." The last part came out with a broken cry.

Jon squeezed his eyes shut, and whispered apologies to the empty air, hoping Richie could hear them. Holding Richie knew how sorry Jon was.

He was begging Richie to just come back because life was meaningless without him. He wasn't just Jon's lover he was Jon's life, muse an best friend, he was Akins world.

Jon wanted to apologize, but he could only muffle a sob as he lay curl up on the floor in his own blood an parts of broken glass.