“God dammit!” Jon cursed when he entered his dressing room in Philadelphia and the door hit his beloved guitar and it crashed to the floor.
“Everything ok?” Rich had the courage to react when he heard his friend’s curse.
“Who put that fucking guitar behind that fucking door? That’s fucking irresponsible! It could have been broken! Who knows if it had cracks now!” The famous Bongiovi temper was in full swing.
“Jon…you put it there after the Matinee.” Rich told him softly. Blue eyes narrowed dangerously and stared at him, but Rich wasn’t scared. He knew Jon way too long for it.
“Fuck it!” Jon mumbled and sank to the couch, balancing his guitar carefully on his knees.
“Jon, you need to calm down and relax a bit. We got another show today and tomorrow night the next one. You need to focus.” Rich tried to talked him down. Jon rubbed his eyes.
“And she won’t be here.” He whispered.
“It’s just 100 Miles and we won’t see each other.” He continued.
“Where’s the problem?” Rich asked and sat down next to him.
“Her life is the problem!” Jon growled.
“Hey, Jon…we are the once with the odd life style not our girlfriends.”
“Yeah, I know…it just pisses me off that things ain’t working out they we planned it. The apartment isn’t finished yet, she didn’t find a replacement for her work yet ….and to top it all…she has a damn stalker! Bastard!” Jon’s voice gained more and more volume.
He could hear how scared she was when they were talking on the phone. She really tried to not let it show, but she didn’t fool him. Even though she didn’t say it, he had a pretty good idea who it could be. He totally could see a guy who nearly raped a girl once stalking her years later.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa…a stalker?” Rich tried to find his way through Jon’s outburst.
“Yeah, for already a couple months she has the feeling someone is watching her when she is outside.” Jon told him.
“Pap-rats or a fan, who doesn’t like the fact that you ain’t single anymore?” Richie wondered. Jon looked at him surprised.
“I never thought of that.” He had to admit.
“Who did you think of?” Jon only looked at his best friend and sighed.
“I’m not in the position to tell you, man. Let’s just say that there was someone in her life that didn’t treat her the way a guy should treat a girl and she was just lucky that something stopped him.”
Rich stared at him for a full minute. His mind was trying to process what Jon had just told him or better what he didn’t tell him.
“And that bastard is still free?” he finally brought out.
“Yep…oh, and Fran doesn’t know about it. Kim didn’t tell anyone. She somehow blocked it out. It was rather painful for her, when the memories came back.”
“But don’t you think she needs to talk with someone about it, especially now that we ain’t home and that guy is following her?” Richie really didn’t like the idea of keeping anything from Fran.
“She talked with Dot.”
“She talked with Dot?” Rich repeated dumbfolded. Jon grinned.
“Yeah, my girlfriend and ex-wife are getting along just fine. Apparently they are doing karate three times a week together.”
“God, I wanna have your life.” Rich said sighing deeply.
“Your ex being her usually charming self?” Jon asked softly.
“Yeah, and my little princess is right in the middle of it. Heather doesn’t like it that Ava and Fran get along. She even told Fran to stay home and not come to the Show three days ago. And Ava so wanted to show her the dresses and see her walking the runway.”
“I’m surprised Fran stayed home.” Jon told him.
“Well, she was sure Heather would get all melodramatic and she didn’t wanna put Ava through that. She was already nervous enough about doing a runway show the first time.” Rich paused shortly.
“I wished I would have been there.” He whispered and swallowed hard.
“She knows you love her, man. And that you are proud of her and would have been there if possible. She doesn’t held it against you. She’s a smart one.”
“She sure is.” Richie sighed with a sad smile. Jon nodded and both were silence for a long time thinking about their kids.
“Don’t you hate it sometimes?” Rich finally asked.
“Right now…. I hate every minute of it.” Jon told him. “But we don’t have a choice. We are too stupid to do anything else for a living.” Rich snorted.
“You better only speak for yourself, man. I’m gonna be the next big star in the fashion industry.” Jon laughed dryly.
“Now you sound like one of our daughters.” Rich nodded chuckling and checked his watch.
“I think I gonna try to get a hold of my girl in LA. You good?” He asked before leaving.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Six more days then she’ll be in D.C. Thanks man.”