Jon Bon Jovi had given up everything for a chance to see stardom, including his highschool sweetheart Amelia Sambora.
Now as Jon approaches the most important and most dangerous moments in his professional life, Amelia has a way of making it back in...
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April 2nd, 1987 / Rumson New Jersey
“Hello? Mr Sambora speaking.”
“Hello Daddy,” Amelia replied on the phone.
“Amelia!” The elder man’s voice turned jovial. “Where in the heavens have you been? You’ve been gone for three days.”
“Two days, Daddy. I’ve been with Spankie."
“I see. Then, are you calling me to request a pickup?”
“Well, not exactly. I wanted to tell you I’d be staying out for a couple more days.”
“A couple more days? Amelia, you’ve only just got back and already you’re off. Your mother and I have hardly seen you in years, why don’t you come home? We miss you dearly.”
Amelia felt a wave of guilt roil in her stomach. Adam Sambora must’ve been consumed by a fair amount of worry or regret in order to let those emotions slip; she felt terrible.
“I know, I promise I’ll be back soon. Spankie and I are having a lot of fun, we were considering going camping.”
The lies were rolling off her tongue.
“Camping? It’s been raining all weekend, the forests will be marshland.”
“We might go out of town.”
“Out of town?” Adam’s voice had raised a fifth. “Amelia, these sorts of things need to be planned, not done on a whim.”
“I’m twenty-five, Daddy.” Amelia felt her eyes roll to the back of her head. “I can go camping with my friends if I want to.”
“Well yes, but-“
“I’ve got to go pack, Daddy. I’ll call you back in a couple days.”
“Amelia, wait-“
She paused, phone halfway between the holder and her ear.
“Is everything alright?” Adam enquired, the usual harshness of his voice absent.
“It’s not like you to stay out with friends these days, especially not camping. I mean, you didn’t even take spare clothes, never mind camping gear.” “Spankie’s a wardrobe manager, she has plenty of clothes.”
“Amelia,” he said again, and something in his voice made Amelia’s hairs stand still. “Are you okay?” he asked earnestly. “Why won’t you come home? Your mother’s down, she wonders why you won’t spend more time with us. Is there a reason you’ve been staying away?”
“No,” she lashed defensively. “Of course not. I just enjoy spending time with friends. Richie’s always away, you never say anything to him.”
“He’s home more than you.”
Amelia blinked. More than her? That certainly put things into perspective.
“I’ll be back in a couple of days.” “You know,” there was a long silence before Adam spoke again.
