Richie's POV
Three days it took for Cori to wake up, three days of Jon having meltdowns, begging her to wake up. Everyone rallied around the family, helping to look after the three other children, making sure the house and everything was cleaned and ready for them to come home. Richie had been to the house to collect some clothes and necessities for the Jon and Cori, as he headed towards the door, the house phone began to ring; debating with himself whether he should answer it or not; but, being the nosey fucker he is, temptation got the better of him.
"Hello"
"Hey, Jonny, how is it going?"
"Who is this?" Richie was confused as to why another woman was ringing and calling him Jonny, it was not his mum on the phone.
"It's Kiz," Richie had to think for a minute before the name kicked into place and his anger bubbled up beyond all recognition.
"Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck do you want?"
"No, I'm not kidding you. Your voice sounds weird, are you poorly?"she sounded deflated.
"None of your fucking business, now tell me what the fuck you want!"
"I wanted to see you. I was hoping we could meet up."
"Not fucking happening, after all the shit you have pulled; you expect me to what? Drop my life and run into your arms? Believe your shit? No, I do not fucking think so. How the fuck did you get this number?"
"It's easy when you know the right people. I need to explain everything to you."
"No, you have 1 minute, right now. So, start talking."
"It's not enough time"
"Tough, times fucking ticking."
With a sigh of defeat, she continues to tell her story.
"It wasn't my idea, a couple weeks before you cut contact with me, I met this guy, he was a nice guy at first, I found out I was pregnant a month later. One day he went from this beautiful loving guy to someone I didn't recognise, he turned pure fucking evil. He thought it would be a fast moneymaker to get you to think my baby was yours. I didn't want to do it, but he made me, he told me he would hurt my baby if I didn't try to get you to pay up."
"And, what? I am stupid enough to believe that a child could be mine when I didn't even sleep with the mother of the baby. Look, I'm sorry you've been through some shit, but that is not my fucking problem. I've got a life to get back to."
"How is Cori and the family?"
"Again none of your business, I would appreciate you forgetting my number and leaving me and my family alone. I wish you well in your life. Goodbye, Kiz." Richie hung up the phone before she could answer, he would be telling Jon to change his fucking details.
"What the fuck have you gotten yourself into Jonny boy?" he muttered to himself as he picked up the bags and walked out, locking the door.
Once he got to the hospital, he parked up and made his way up to his other family. He watched Jon through the window, eyes filled with tears as he watched Jon and Cori lay together on the bed, having a moment after being in a coma for three days.
"This feels oddly familiar." He joked as he walked through the door.
"Hey brother, you ok?" Jon asked Rich.
"I should be asking this fucking nightmare of a wife you have, always for the fucking dramatics, can't just make to easy can ya?"
"Fuck off, Sambora. Now come hug me."
