Jon Bon Jovi's Adopted Daughter

Chapter one: Everything changes

*Belladonna's POV*

June 27, 2004

After my mother had died when I was eight years old it was just me and my papa. We were very close. We were all that was left of our family. He was into 80's and 90's music and because of that so was I. It was five years earlier and it was the day before my thirteenth birthday. We didn't have much but we had each other and that was really all that mattered. Papa and I decided to go up the road to the store and get doughnuts for breakfast the next day. Little did I know that in a matter of minutes I would be all alone. We were driving along just being us. We had the radio on our favorite rock station that was playing "Nothin' but a good time" by Poison. Which one of my favorite bands and one of my favorite songs.

Papa and I we're both singing along when out of nowhere a car came and hit us from the side and we rolled over into a ditch. I looked over and saw that my dad had gone through the windshield. I knew that he was dead but I still hoped and prayed that he wasn't. I screamed out in pain both physically and emotional. About ten minutes later fire trucks police cars and ambulances pulled up. A few of them pulled me out first while others pulled my dad out. I was bawling my eyes out. I had to get out of there I just knew it. So I ran. I ran for what felt like forever.

Eventually, I stopped at a gate panting and crying. A couple minutes later I saw headlights in my eyes. A man stepped out. He was somewhat tall and had light brown hair. He was wearing cowboy boots jeans and a blue t-shirt. He walked over and kneeled down beside me.

"I'm not going to hurt you hun. Are you ok?" He said in a soft soothing tone. I still backed away a little. "M-my dad, he's gone." I said still crying. "What happened?" He replied and put a gentle hand on my shoulder. I just shook my head. "We were hit." I said. Just then a woman stepped out if the passenger's side. She had brown hair. She was about the same height as the man who was speaking to me. She had brown eyes. She was wearing jeans and a blue shirt. "Jon? What's going on babe?" She said as she walked over. I was too distraught to realize where I was and the people I was talking to. The man ignored her. "What's your name sweetie?" He asked with his hand still on my shoulder. "B-belladonna b-but I go by Bella. He's dead I know it." I said. "Bella who's gone?" He asked rubbing my shoulder trying to comfort me. "My my dad. He's gone. I'm all alone now." I said still sobbing. "Why don't you come inside with us and we can figure everything out." He said. "We won't hurt you. It's ok." Said the woman overhearing everything. I thought for a moment then nodded. "Would you like me to carry you?" The man said and brushed my hair out of my face. I nodded and hugged him. He picked me up and carried me inside as you would a little kid. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck.

Once I was inside he took me to the bathroom and began washing my face. I hadn't realized that I had my blood and my father's all over me. I was still crying. I just felt empty and alone. I noticed that the woman was standing in the doorway watching. She had a glass of water in her hand. She handed it to me and I sipped it slowly. "Would you let us take you to the hospital to make sure you're ok other than the scrapes cuts and bruises?" The woman said. "No please no, they'll take me away. They'll put me in an orphanage and I'll just be bouncing around from house to house for the rest of my life. Please don't. I'll do anything." I replied. My dad had told me that if anything ever happened to him that that would happen. I didn't want to have to go through all of that. He didn't want it for me either. Jon wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back. "Hey hey hey. It's ok honey. Hey look at me." He said and tilted my head up to look into his eyes. "I won't let anything bad happen to you. I promise." He said and wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Please let us take care of you." The woman said and looked at Jon. They both looked at each other for a moment then back to me as if they were speaking to each other through facial expressions. "Bella, why don't we let you stay in here for a few minutes and you can think about everything that's going on. Ok?" Jon said. I nodded in agreement. He and the woman both stepped outside the bathroom door and talked. I could hear them talking about me. I hopped off of the counter and looked at myself in the mirror. My clothes had my blood and my fathers on it mostly on the left side. I brushed my hair out of my face and splashed my face with cold water.

*Jon's POV*

I wasn't sure what to do. I've always had a heart for people in need and kids. In my bathroom was a child that hit both of those marks. I wanted to help her and maybe even keep her but I knew that may not be good for my own kids and it would be a lot of work to legally adopt her. I was already getting attached to her too. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair as I talked to my beautiful wife about what we should do. We decided that it would be best if we kept her and helped to raise her and help her through the rest of her life. The road ahead was unclear but I knew I had to help her.

I went back into the bathroom to see her and tell her what we had decided on. She was still sitting on the counter. Her face was still wet with tears. "Hey sweetie, how would you like to stay here for a little while?" I said and leaned against the doorway. She looked up at me. "You sure it's ok?" She asked and I nodded.