I'll be there for you (a Bon Jovi fanfic)

That's It...

Jon's POV

I still can't believe Richie did that to Mackenzie, I know he was drunk, but still. I'm going to have to go talk to him.

I grabbed the keys to the rental car and sped away in anger.

I found Richie at the hotel that the guys were staying at. I burst through the door to their room and grabbed Riche by the collar of his shirt. All the guys stood up and backed away.

"Jon, what are you doing?!" Richie yelled.

I ignored him and pushed him into the wall beside of the window.

"I should kill you for what you did to Mackenzie." I screamed in his face.

"Dude, I'm sorry! I didn't know what I was doing!" He pleaded.

"Oh please, you knew exactly what you were doing." I said.

"No! I really didn't!" He urged.

I picked up a lamp that was on a table next to me and smashed it against the window, shattering both the lamp and the window. Then, I kicked the window so all the glass fell three stories down to the pavement.

I grabbed Richie and held him, still by the collar of his shirt, in front of the window.

"Jon!" All the guys screamed as they got up and ran over to me.

"Get away from me. I have to do this." I said.

"Jon, no! Please don't man!" Richie begged.

"You know, I bet this is how Mackenzie felt." I said as I shoved him back a little closer to the window. "Trapped, threatened, scared. Isn't that how you feel, Richie?"

Richie nodded his head.

"And that's exactly why I'm going to do what ever I want...and this is definitely what I want!" I screamed as I shoved him as hard as I could.

He stumbled back and fell backwards out of the shattered window. Everybody came running to the window and watched him fall, three...whole..stories...and onto broken glass as well.

"And take your shit to hell with you!" I screamed as I threw everything that was in his suitcase out the window.

I ran down stairs and drove off. Once I was home I just walked through the door and hugged Mackenzie.

"What happened?" Asked Mackenzie.

"Nothing...i just need to know you're ok." I said.

Mackenzie's POV

But the truth is...I'm not ok. What Richie did last night, has left deep mental scars that will never heal. I feel worthless, violated, and exposed. The only person I want to be with right now is Jon.

"Jon..." I said as he held me.

"Yeah?" He said.

"Will you lay with me?" I asked.

"Of course." He said.

Jon sat on the bed and I sat on his lap with my arms around his neck. Jon laid back and after a while,and eventually fell asleep. I crawled off of the bed to go to the bathroom, but as I walked by the front door, it swung open and Richie slapped his hands over my mouth. He jerked my head back and dragged me out of the cabin. He let go of my mouth and pushed me down the stairs of the porch. He slid the door closed quietly and started walked towards me.

"Jon!! Jon!! Help me! Somebody please help me!" I screamed as I scrambled on the ground.

He pulled me by my hands into his car. He drove to some abandoned parking lot miles away from the cabin. His face and arms were all scratched up and bloody, but it didn't seem to bother him. He parked the car in the middle of the lot and climbed in the backseat with me. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back in the seat.