Fieldathan

chapter two

A week went by since that night, incidents regarding it reoccurred on the daily. All Jonathan could do was think of his son, it was New Years Eve and he couldn't be with his family to celebrate, or at least his blood family. He was with his KoRn family, but that didn't help with his home sickness. Sure, he loved the members of the band like a brotherhood, but tensions were getting a little high lately and all he wanted in the world was to finally be home.

He sat by himself in his bunk with the door shut, where he was regularly. It was quiet back there, no one would bother him about being drunk or being mean or whatever else they decided to accuse him of. Maybe they were right, maybe they weren't. Jonathan couldn't care less. He was sober that day, his hangover shook him so badly he didn't have the energy to get out of his bunk.

"Jon! Jonathan!" Munky called to get his attention before knocking on the door. Jonathan quickly grabbed his writing notebook to look like he was occupied so they wouldn't worry about him just sitting thinking to himself, numb like he was. His headache increased with the sudden noise. Munky soon opened his door. "Good! You're writing lyrics. We're going into the studio soon, that'll save us time in there."

Jonathan had forgotten about the studio. They were going in early the next year, to make their third album. He wanted to change things a bit on the next one, it seemed to him Life is Peachy was almost a "KoRn Part 2" album. He'd written down a lot of lyrics for the next one already, but they weren't full songs yet, just little ideas that didn't exactly piece together. A more funky type beat to their new songs would be nice, it'd make the kids who came to the show jump and it'll open them up to a newer, broader audience. Maybe even rap would be added, he knew Fieldy was into that hip-hop stuff and always expressed his musical taste wasn't present enough in KoRn. Jon was open to anything new and he hoped the rest would be, too.

"Uh, yeah. Writing's...going good." Jon responded, still caught up in deep thought. He looked down at the lyrics he wrote last week. They were pretty depressing, which wasn't news, but he wanted to start it over. It looked like something he'd written before. He scribbled it out. "Except for that." Munky laughed at his comment.

"Well, uh, there's someone out here who wants to see you." Munky smiled at him before disappearing back to the front of the tour bus. Jonathan couldn't figure who'd it be, usually everyone wanted away from him. He put the notebook back by his side and started to follow Munky to the basic "living room" of the tour bus. When he reached there and saw who wanted to see him his heart dropped to his stomach.

"Surprise!" Head yelled, holding his little boy, Nathan. Jonathan could feel tears come to his eyes, so glad he was sober that day to enjoy the moment. He ran up and swept Nathan from Head's hands.

"You're getting so big!" Jonathan admired Nathan, holding him in a close hug. "Where's your mommy, Nathan?" He said it to Nathan but directed it towards the other band members.

"She just dropped him off, said she'd pick him up in a few days." Fieldy told him. He loved seeing how happy Jonathan was, for the past week he'd been so depressed. Now he was crying tears of joy, something that he thought he'd never see Jonathan do.

Jonathan didn't care his then girl friend, maybe soon to be wife, Renee, didn't want to be with him on New Years. He didn't care about anything. The only thing he cared about was he was with his son, and no one could take him away from him. Nathan was the only thing in his life that was pure, he was so innocent. Looking in his son's face he saw himself, before everything that was good was swept away from him. He'd do anything to protect Nathan.

"I can't believe he's here!" Jon cried, making his two year old start crying, not knowing his dad was crying of happiness. "Oh, don't cry, Nathan! I'm crying because I'm happy to see you, don't cry...don't cry." He stopped hugging him and set Nathan on his hip, leaving a free hand to wipe away tears. The person who kept him breathing everyday was finally with him, they'd been separated for so long he was afraid Nathan would forget him.