Love Lies Chapter 37

And indeed, many memories were made.



Two years later, me and Richie were still together. We had some hard times, yes, but we hadnt ever broken up.
Jon started dating his exgirlfriend Dorthea, and were soon engaged, with a wedding planned in 1988. I was given the honor to be maid of honor.

The band's success reached when Slippery When Wet became chart topping with "Livin' on a Prayer," "You Give Love a Bad Name," and "Wanted Dead or Alive."

I stood by their sides, through every single thing. I was proud of my brothers. They were my everything.
We went on tour again, going everywhere. Richie has bought us a house in LA. I was thrilled that he'd want me to move in with him...I loved him so much. I couldn't help but think of Jon, who was with Dorthea now. I wasn't jealous. I just couldn't believe he was with her.



Again, another two years passed by. Jon and Dorthea were married on April 29, 1988 with me as maid of honor and Richie as the best man.

Another successful album, "New Jersey" came out, with the hits "Bad Medicine," "Lay Your Hands on Me," "Born to Be My Baby," and my favorite, "I'll Be There For You."

Fans from all over the world came to see us. I got to sing a few times, which was my favorite thing to do, being that I loved the band so much. I was even signing autographs. It was an amazing experience, given that I had a great time.


But then, the moment came when I couldn't go on tour.


May, 1988. LA

I watched as Richie packed up all of his stuff. I laid on my side, watching him slowly put in clothes. He stopped for a second, watching me, and slowly got sad.

"I don't want to leave you," he whispered.

I got up and walked over to him, hugging him. "I don't want you to leave either."

"You've got to come with us," he cried as he held me tighter.

I felt the tears roll down my face as I held him. His shoulder became my headrest as he slowly rocked us back and forth.

"I want you to go," he pleaded again. "I won't be the same if you don't."

I cried as he let go of me and put his hands around me, looking me in my eyes.

"There isn't enough room," I said. "Jon has Dorthea going, and there's not enough room for both of us."

"Goddammit! Why can't Jon leave her at home?" Richie yelled.

"They're married, Sweetie."

"So? Just because we're dating, we're not allowed?" he asked.

I couldn't look him in the eyes anymore. "Richie, please. Just go without me."

"My whole life is surrounded by you," he cried. "I can't leave you."

I wrapped my arms around him again. "You'll be back in nine months," I cried. "I can be okay."

"I won't be okay," he cries as he wrapped his arms around me. "I need you."

"I'll send you letters, you can call me. You'll be in New Jersey for a while. Then you'll be back."

He held my shoulders tight. "I promise you, I'll call, I'll beg to come back. Please, just...don't worry about me."

I closed my eyes as I held him there. "I won't worry, I'll just miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

I smiled through my tears. "We've still got until tomorrow."

He put a finger to my lips, before removing it and kissing me. He wrapped his arms around me, and I fell back onto the bed as he wrapped his love around me. Before we both fell to loveland, holding each other close.






"I love you," I whispered in his ear.

He was holding his suitcase in his hand. "I'll miss you more then you can imagine. I love you too, beauty."

I hugged him, making sure he knew I'd miss him. "Take pictures, please."

"I'll get you something," he promised.

I shook my head. "Don't get anything for me! You're going on tour! Get something for yourself!"

He looked me in the eyes. "Im getting you something."

"Fine, but make sure you don't get into trouble, alright? Or I'll beat your ass when you get home."

"There's nothing wrong with a good spanking," he teased.

I rolled my eyes.

"Richie," Jon yelled from the bus, "Are you coming or not?"

Richie turned to look at him. "Hang on," he turned back to me. "I love you. I'll miss you."

I hugged him. "I love you more, and I'll miss you even more."

He pressed his lips to mine, and slowly let go.

I watched him walk to the bus, suitcase in hand, and felt the tears start rolling down. I couldn't help but remember his wonderful smile, and I could smell the smoke from his cigarettes on my clothes.

He look at me through the window, and waved.

I tried to not cry as I waved back, my heart aching with the need to be in his arms, once again.