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Imagine how I felt as I stood in the police station, across from a muddied, bloodied and beaten up Adonis, when his song "Ven Conmigo" started playing on the radio.
At the sound of his sweet, soulful voice, my head dropped, as I feared that the world, nor I, would never get to hear that beautiful voice on another song again because after what he had gotten himself into tonight: I was surely going to kill him.
Was I going to lose the man I loved as soon as I'd found him? Maybe we truly weren't meant to be together. Maybe our future together was over before it had really begun because I didn't know him as well as I thought I did.
As I waited for the police to let him go, I looked back on my brief, blissful time with Adonis and wondered how he could have ended up in this predicament. Everything had been going so well, so why did he have to go and screw it all up?
Between being on the road and working on the songs that would become our next album, Entre a Mi Mundo, Adonis and I spent as much time as possible together during the early part of 1991. He was busier than ever with promotions, but still cheerful and energetic. That year, his duet with Shelly Torres, "Buenos Amigos," became his first number one song. At the same time, Capitol EMI was getting ready to launch us.
Despite his intense schedule, Adonis and I had continued to see each other on the down low, escaping to restaurants, movie theaters, and anywhere else we could be alone together without word getting back to Abraham.
I had learned a lot about Adonis in this time. I knew that he absolutely hated to exercise, other than an occasional push-up or two-he definitely wasn't one of those muscle-heads who would get up early and work out at the gym. He had few friends, but was close with everyone in his family-especially with his brother Angelo and his little cousin Stephen, who was just starting middle school. He preferred comics over books and loved to shop for new pairs of boots.
Adonis and his family were Jehovah's Witnesses. They seldom talked about their faith with me-or with anyone else, for that matter. I had been raised a Methodist Christian and never let my strong faith lapse; I didn't know much about Jehovah's Witnesses and thought it must be some kind of radical religion. Sometimes, though, Adonis and his family would talk about religion on the bus, and I realized that they used the same Bible I'd grown up with and understood its teachings much better than I did. They lived according to their deeply held values. I believed I had a strong relationship with God, but their intense conversations made me start thinking more about Him and the point of faith in our lives in ways that I never had before.
What struck me about Adonis more than anything else during this time, though, was his compassion. His compassion encompassed his friends, his family, and his fans, but it definitely showed out whenever he was around me. Adonis was always comforting me about something, just because he knew that despite my hard and cold exterior, I was nothing but a big, sensitive teddy bear on the inside.
