Love Lies Chapter 39

I felt like it'd be forever until I saw him. I missed him so much.

I went into our bathroom, and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked really sick, and ill. I had lost about 39 pounds, now only weighing about 105 or less pounds. I hadn't hardly eaten anything in the few months that he had been gone. I pulled over a tank top. My ribs were almost showing, so I hid it with a Beatles t-shirt. I knew Richie wasn't going to be happy with me.

My whole body ached from head to toe as I slowly went downstairs, and looked through his hall of guitars. Everything was so dusty, and untouched. I almost felt bad as I cleaned them.

I was cleaning when I heard a noise in the front room. I slowly peaked around the corner, and saw a suitcase get set down.

"Kmae?"

My heart instantly dropped as I rushed into the room. "Richie!"

He looked at me with that smile that I hadn't seen in nine months. "I'm back, honey."

Tears of joy stained my cheeks as I rushed up and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I'm so glad you're home!" I cried with joy. I felt myself melt in his arms.

"I missed you so goddamn much," he cried too. "I wish I could've been back earlier."

We unwrapped our hands from eachother as he looked me in the eyes, and gave me the kiss that I had been waiting for nine months for.

He put his arms around my waist, and laid his head on my shoulder.  He had a beautiful smell from his cologne. It was very seducing.

"How was the tour?" I said as we walked over to the sofa and sat down.

"It was good," he smiled. "But I missed you."

"I missed you too," I said. "Did you guys do alot of concerts?"

"Yeah," he said. "How were you? I know, I should've called you more."

"It's fine," I said, reassuring him. "I just...stayed here."

"I got you something," he smiled.

"I told you that you didn't need to," I smiled.

He walked into the other room and grabbed one of many suitcases, and motioned for me to follow him up the winding staircase. I slowly walked up, still aching from head to toe, and he went into our bedroom, laying the suitcase down.

"Well," he smiled as he turned back around to me with his hands behind his back. "Kmae, you know you're my everything. I can't even seem to think of who I'd be if I didn't have a spunky girl from Iowa loving me everyday. I couldn't ever see myself with anyone else. You're the only one I'd love to be with for the rest of my life, starting now. Kmae, will you be my wife?" he pulled a little red box out from behind his back, and got down on his knee as he slowly lifted the box open.

I was speechless, as I stared down into the diamond ring, that was lined with little diamonds, with a big one in the middle of the little ones.

"Richie," I cried as the tears ran down, "I'd, I'd love to."

He stood up and took my hand in his, putting the ring on me.

"It looks gorgeous," I smiled, as I hugged him.

"I don't want this moment to end," he cried.

I buried my head into his shoulder. "I don't want it to either."

"Be mine forever," he smiled. "Be mine."

"I promise I will," I smiled. "You're mine forever."

We stood there for a few seconds before he slowly rocked us back and fourth as "Colour My World" by Chicago came on the radio, and then we slowly, but gently kissed under the falling moonlight that spilled into the room, before the dreams were made, and we weren't the strangers that we had been for nine months anymore.

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I sat in the window seat of our house for awhile, staring out the window at the rain that slowly started falling down. A crack of thunder echoed through the house, and I could hear the china in the cabinet shake.

I missed him. I felt like an emotional wreck without him.

I grabbed my scrapbook and looked through the photos. The first page was the first picture I had ever taken with him, more then nine years ago on the Jersey beach. He had his arms wrapped around me and we were both smiling. Then, the next photo, the same place, but with Jon making faces in the background and me laughing as Richie tried to tickle me.

My photos were what I had left after me and Richie had broken up. I would look through them, and you could tell the pages were worn out and getting old. I had taped them so many times, it wasn't even funny.

The first photoshoot that we did together, for the 7800° Fahrenheit Tour, was hanging in our bedroom. I studied it as I laid in the windowseat, admiring the picture. I had the one with me and Richie, and then the one of me and the whole band. We were all standing, making our hands look like guns, with me in the middle. I loved that picture.

I went into Richie's closet, where there was many leather jackets. I put my hand over them and felt them. These jackets had seen everything.

One of them had a rip in the sleeve, and I could remember how it had happened. He had been attacked by fans onstage, and some weird chick had ripped it. I remember going down there to mess with them, because they were bothering my boyfriend.

Boyfriend. That word haunted me. I was surprised that we weren't engaged yet. But I didn't care...we were always so busy..and I couldn't help but think of being married yet.

But I loved him. I didn't want to leave him. He was mine. And I couldn't even bare to be without him.

I walked out of the closet and laid down on our bed, looking up at the ceiling. There was a gash across the top of the wall, where Richie had thrown one of my bras, and it had left a big black streak across the wall. I laughed at the memory, but then slowly sunk back to my loneliness, where I slowly fell to dreamland.





My eyes slowly opened. There was a small beam of light that spilled in from the curtains.

I sat up. "Richie?"

I looked over to the other side of the bed, which was still neatly made and didn't even have a dent.

I broke down. I missed him even more.

I didn't want to talk to anyone or do anything. I just wanted to be alone. I felt like breaking down. I couldn't help it.

My life wasn't complete without him.





Those months...they slowly went by like a flock of birds. I missed him.


I spun down the stairway as the phone rang. It was Richie calling, like he did everyday.

"Hey, babe," he said.

Even when he said it on the phone it sent shivers down my spine.

"Richie," I smiled to myself. "I miss you."

"I miss you too," he said. "We'll be together again soon. I promise."

I still really missed him as I slowly cried. "I can't live another day without you."

I could almost hear the distress in this voice. "I miss you too. I promise that we'll be home soon."

I slowly kissed the bottom of the phone. I missed his hot lips, slowly kissing mine.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you more," he whispered back. "I promise, we'll be together soon."

I heard the phone hang up as I sunk down beside the wall, with tears and desperation to see him again.

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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.

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Richie smiled. "He is, I promise."

I smiled as his hand reached closer to mine, and held it there, and we walked down to the lobby.

"Well, look at that," Alec joked. "They match."

I rolled my eyes. "Nobody likes a smartass."

"Melody does," he smiled.

I looked at him. "Melody? Who's Melody?"

"My new girlfriend," he smiled. "I met her at the concert."

"Guys," Jon yelled from across the room, "we've got to go."

"Alright," I smiled. "Ready to go?"

Richie smiled. "Only if you come."

We walked outside and the paparazzi was surrounding us.

"Jon? Is that your girlfriend?" a reporter asked.

"No, she's Richie's." he replied.

"Richie, y'all are back together?" Another one asked. As they snapped a picture.

"Yes, ma'am."

We got into the limo, with a trail of flashes behind us.

"I like how people automatically think your mine or Jon's," Richie laughed.

I smiled. "We've all had our fair share of history."

"Ain't that the truth," Jon muttered.

I was stuck sitting in between them. It was really awkward, knowing that at one time I liked them both, but now I only could have one.

When we got the the photoshoot, I sat back behind the cameraman, and watched as the guys held up a red, white and blue flag that said "Bon Jovi" on it.

"Kmae, aren't you going to take some pictures?" Jon asked.

"I don't want to break the camera..." I laughed.

"Come on, Kmae!" Richie smiled. "I haven't taken a picture with you for a long time! And we can add them to the book that you have with all of our pictures."

"Fine," I smiled. I got up and walked over to Him.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, and held me close.

The photo shoot went great, and then we went to film. A short haired, brunette girl was the chick in the video.

"I am not going to kiss him," she stated. "I've already got a man."

"But Hun," their manager said. "You've got to."

"No!" she said again. "I'm not going to. He's not my man and I'm not going to kiss someone that isn't mine."

"You've got to be kidding me," their manager said again. "Who's going to do it now? She's obviously crazy."

"I have my pride!" she yelled. "Leave me alone or I won't do the rest of video."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Jon said. "Whatever, just find someone else to do it."

"Who else is going to do a music video in the middle of Texas?" I said.

"Technically, we aren't in the middle of Texas...." Alec said.

"I will slap you," I warned. "And you shut the fuck up anyways. You couldn't tell Iowa from Michigan."

"But they're right beside each other..."

I looked at him in disgust. "Whatever, just, we gotta find someone."

"Someone?" Jon smiled as he looked at me.

I seriously felt every eye there looking at me. "What?" I said.

"Kmae," Richie looked at me, "would you be willing to do it?"

I looked at him confused. "You want me to do it?"

"We don't have anyone else," he said. "I don't care, it's not even real."

I looked over at Jon, then back at Richie, and to the other guys staring at me.

"Fine," I muttered.

"Good. Come on guys," their manager said. "We've got A video to make!"

The video wasnt very hard to make, in my opinion. I just had to kiss Jon, not that I had never kissed him before, I had. A lot.

After we finished shooting, we went back to the hotel room. I laid down on my bed and wrote. I wrote usually when I was bored, or needed something to do.

"Kmae," Richie smiled as he cracked open the door. "What are you doing sweetie?"

"Oh, you know, writing."

I smiled to him as he came in and shut the door. "It's been a long night, huh?"

"Tell me about it," I smiled. "But I've got my writing, and now you're here...so it's all fine now."

"What are you writing?"

I let him look at my notebook, which was filled with many, many stories of me and Richie's relationship. I had wrote them over the years, and had fallen for writing them.

"That's what you're always writing," he smiled as he flipped open another page.

"Yeah, when I'm bored, and I miss you terribly...which is usually every time you're not beside me...and I crave that beautiful smile of yours.. ."

He gave me a surprise kiss, full on the lips. I kissed him back, hoping that he'd love it.

"Hey," he said, as he released me. "Remember what I promised you?"

I shook my head.

"That I'd be changing the whole 'haven't slept together for a very long time thing,'" he smiled wide. "And you've taken your birth control today."

I matched his smile, as I laid down on the bed, and he kissed me hard on the lips. 

That night was filled with the making of love.

The next morning came fast. I woke up with Richie ontop of me, still naked, and hot. I smoothed back his hair as I gently laid him beside me. I hadn't had a wild night like that with him for a year. It was the best. He was so gentle with me, like a father would be to his daughter....in the not rape way.

I didn't want to wake him, so I just watched his chest raise up and down and hear him breathing, feeling his breath against my cool skin. He was the cutest sleeper. I wanted to see what he was dreaming about every time there was a smile that broke across his face while he slept. I had hoped it was about me and him, or the band.

I gave him a light peck on the cheek as I Got out of the bed. I was still naked, and felt exposed, but I didn't care, and got in the shower.

I felt good as I got into the shower. I felt relaxed. I looked all Over to make sure there wasn't any bruises. There wasn't any my body, but I wasn't sure if there was any on Richie. My nails looked a little scary, because they were really chipped. I sat in there and sang slowly to myself. I wasn't actually that bad of a singer. I hadn't sung for anybody ever, and it used to scare me when I would sing next to Jon in the choir.

I was slowly singing to myself when two arms wrapped around me.

"You're a beautiful singer, babe," Richie's voice whispered in my ear.

I turned around to see him, as he slowly got into the shower with me.

"You wore me out," he laughed. "I don't even remember going to sleep..."

"You fell asleep on top of me," I smiled. "You're such a dork."

"But, I'm your dork."

I laughed as I gave him a kiss, and he slowly rubbed my back.

"That feels really good," I smiled. "Almost as good as last night."

"Ditto," he smiled. "Are you ready to go? We leave today, you know. Watch out for that doorman, he thinks you're a prostitute."

I nodded. "You're always protecting me, aren't you?"

"I'm not just your boyfriend," he smiled. "I'm also your protector."

I smiled at the thought. “Sometimes, I really love you.”

“Too much for words?” He took the words right out of my mouth.

I smiled, “You’ve always got that way…you can always pick the words from me. How do you do it?”

“Magic, babe. Magic.”

I gave him a kiss as we leaned over and my back pressed up against the cool shower wall.

It sent a shiver down my spine, as he let go and I got myself back up.

“Alright, beauty,” he laughed. “We better get out of the shower and packed…we’ve got Tokyo to go to.”

“Tokyo?!” I smiled. “I love Tokyo!”

“We better go then, we’ve got memories to make.”

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I opened my eyes. It was dark out yet, and I couldn't see anything.

Had I slept that long? How could I? I didn't even remember falling asleep.

I turned over, with Richie laying next to me. He was sound asleep.

"What the hell?" I said out loud.

He woke up, looking at me. "Oh, hey, Kmae."

"Why are you next to me?" I asked. "Why aren't you still made at me?"

"Me? Mad at you?" he laughed. "Oh please. I'm not mad at you about anything."

"But," I hesitated to say, "what about the baby?"

"Baby?" he laughed again. "What are you talking about?"

I shook my head. "Nevermind. Where's Jon?"

"They're all asleep," he whispered. "Are you okay?"

"I must've been dreaming."

"Obviously," he laughed. "Because I can't see you with a child yet. You're only 22.

"I don't want to be a mom until I'm ready," I explained.

"Shh," he smiled. "Rest. We've got a big day tomorrow."

"Wait," I said. "How did I ever fall asleep? I took a shower with you, then what happened?"

"We haven't taken a shower together in..wow it's been a year."

I lowered my eyebrows onion confusion. "What?"

"Rest, beauty," he whispered. I loved it when he called me beauty. It made me feel beautiful inside, and loved.

I fell asleep, there in his arms.


The next day I woke up, and walked into the bathroom. The pregnancy test wasn't even touched, still laying in the bottom of my suitcase in the ziplock bag. Richie explained to me that the guys hadn't gone to the bar either. I had to have been dreaming, but it was so weird. I don't know how I fell asleep. I didn't care, as long as I wasn't pregnant and I didn't have to explain it to Jon. I just thought I'd keep this a secret.

I got dressed, and walked into Richie's room, where he was casually singing and shaving, again.

"You're a good singer," I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him as he finished his shave.

"I am Richie Sambora," he laughed.

"And I'm Kmae Bruce. But that doesn't make me special," I smiled.

He laughed. "Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"We've got a photo shoot today, and we also start some filming for Only Lonely."

I smiled, "Do I get to get my pictures taken?"

"Of course," he smiled. "Heck, you could be in the music video if you'd like."

"You mean it?" I laughed.

He pressed his hot lips to mine quickly. "Would I kiss you if I didn't?"

"Yeah, because I'm your drug," I smiled. "I'm going to go change..you know..go and do my makeup..."

He smiled. "You're already so pretty."

"I've got to change. I'm not wearing a Hells Bells tshirt to a photoshoot."

"You can make anything look sexy," he smiled.

I laughed. "I'm still not wearing this."

"Wear that denim jacket I gave you over it. It'll look really good with the lettering on your shirt."

I nodded. "That sounds like a plan. Can't believe I asked you about what I'm gonna wear."

"Just dont wear green or red," he muttered. "Or I won't be able to see it."

"Or brown," I said. "You're colourblind to brown too, right?"

"Yeah."

I gave him a quick kiss. "I'm glad this whole pregnancy thing blew over."

"You were dreaming," he laughed.

"I know I was, but it seemed so realistic. You wanted to murder me and God knows what Jon wanted to do to me if I got pregnant with his child. I know it was his, because me and you haven't really done anything for...geesh. It's been at least six months."

"I'm hoping to change that soon," he smiled.

I smiled a sexy smile back. "You're such a flirt, aren't you?"

"Hey, when you're this sexy, you've got to share it."

I rolled my eyes and walked out of his bathroom, and went back into my room. I went into the bathroom and curled the ends of my hair, which was still towards the middle of my back in length. I didn't mind the fact that I was the only girl here. I was more of a tomboy. I was hanging out with the guys since Richie was 19 in '78 and I was 16 almost 17.

When we fell in love, it was almost like we had me before. He was everything like me, liking the same bands, the same thing. But the bad part is, me and Jon had a bit of a relationship already. He was homecoming king with me and we both went to prom together. Plus, he had made out with me and got us both detention. But that didn't stop me from liking Richie. I loved them both, and I wanted them to both figure out who could have me. Well, Jon started dating Dorthea, a girl that was in our class in 1981 and broke up a few months later. They never felt the love of me and Richie.
I applied red fingernail polish to my nails. They weren't very long, and they weren't short either. I always chopped them off when they got too long, and they were medium size.

The jacket Richie had given to me was draped over the back of the Chair. I slid it over my shoulders and let the cold touch my skin.

"Kmae?" Richie asked from his room.
"Can I wear the same jacket as you?"

I smiled. "Of course!"

He laughed, and I continued to fix my outfit. The denim ripped shorts, the cowboy boots, I was ready to go.

"Richie," I yelled into his room, "Do you want me to meet you down there?"

He appeared in my doorway. "Why don't we just walk down together?"

I smiled. "I think I'd like that."

He took my hand as we walked down to the lobby.

"Wait," I said. "if that was a dream last night, then you haven't talked with Jon yet,"

"About us? Oh, he seems okay with it now," he reassured.

"He chewed me the fuck out," I said. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he said. "He gets that way when he's been drinking."

"Alright," I said. "But he better be."

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          “Oh, shit.” I exclaimed. I didn’t know what I’d do now. I didn’t want this to happen. It was my first and only nightmare.

          I had to do something. I couldn’t just be here alone.

          I went into the living area of the hotel and grabbed a phonebook. I looked through it, finding the number to the bar that the guys were at.

          “Hello?” A male voice answered.

          “Hi,” I cleared my throat. “I’m Richie Sambora’s girlfriend. Can I talk to him?”

          “Is this really his girlfriend?” The guy asked. “We don’t tolerate people who call just to talk to the guys if they’re not their actual girlfriend.”

          “Uh, you listen,” I said. “I’m Kmae. Even ask Richie. He knows my voice.”

          The guy called to Richie, who came to the phone.

          “Kmae?” He said.

          “Richie, you need to come here,” I pleaded. “I need to talk with you.”

          “Okay,” he said worried. “I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”

          I felt tears run down as I got myself to say “okay” and hung up. I felt that he didn’t want me to ever get pregnant, and if I did, he wanted to probably shoot me. I felt so dirty, so sick. I wanted to throw up. I ran to the bathroom and puked. I couldn’t help but think that I was carrying Jon’s baby, and not Richie’s. This was even worse, knowing that I had a very slight chance of having a miscarriage, which would break Jon’s heart and Richie would be so mad.

          As I laid there on the floor in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but think of the baby that I might have. The little child that would never know who to call “Daddy,” knowing that he had Jon as a dad and Richie as his mom’s boyfriend. I’d have to explain to him that his mother had a drunken night with his dad while she was dating Jon’s best friend, and that the child was our “accident.”

          I tried to get up, but I hit the underneath of the toilet, and fell back down, dazed and confused.

          “Kmae?” I heard a voice say as the door opened.

          Had it been twenty minutes already?

          “Richie!” I yelled from the bathroom in pain. I must’ve hit my head really hard, and could feel where a bruise was forming on my forehead.

          He rushed to my aid. “What the hell happened?” He exclaimed, and helped me up.  “Are you okay?”

          “I’m, I’m fine. I just need to tell you something.”

          “That can wait,” he said. “I think you need some ice.”

          “But Richie,” I pleaded. “It’s important!”

          He didn’t even hear me as he rushed into the kitchen area and grabbed me ice.

          “I’m pregnant,” I whispered to myself.

          He came back, with ice and a towel. “There, you should feel a little better now. What did you need to tell me?”

          I walked into the room where my bed was, and sat down, with him right beside me.

          “Richie,” I whispered. “I know you’re going to hate me forever and ever..”

          “Hate you?” He asked. “How could I hate you?”

          “I’ve made mistakes,” I continued. “You’ve made some too. I understand, but this isn’t a mistake. It’s a problem. Richie, I’ve been thinking this over, and I decided to tell you now, rather then tell Jon first. Richie, I’m pregnant with Jon’s baby.”

          He looked at me. “You’ve got to be joking, Kmae.”

          A single tear dropped down my face as I tried to be strong. “No, Richie. I’m not. I took a pregnancy test. I’m pregnant.”

          He looked me in the eyes, and I could see him basically shatter into a million pieces before me.

          “I’m so sorry, Richie,” I tried to explain as he got up in anger.

          “Kmae! How could you?” he yelled. “How could you go and do something like this with my best friend?”

          “I thought you didn’t care because I didn’t know what I was doing!”

          “Well, if you wouldn’t have gotten pregnant with his child, I would’ve been cool with it, but no, you had to go and get pregnant. How are you going to have this child on tour with us? It’s 15 months long, and if I’m not mistaken, it takes only 9 months to bear a child. How could you, Kmae?”

          I broke into a million tears. “Richie, it’s not my fault! Jon, he’s the one that-“

          “Yeah, go ahead and blame your pregnancy all on Jon. He’s not the only reason you’re pregnant. You didn’t take the pill, and now it’s not his problem.”

          “It IS his problem too!” I yelled. “He’s the father. I’m the mother. This is OUR child, Richie. And whether you like it or not, I’m having this baby. I’m not letting some other family have it. It’s mine and Jon’s. And maybe if you want, it could be yours too.”

          “I’m not the one who was screwing around with you,” he yelled as he pointed to me. “You’re the one who was irresponsible and did this with him!”

          “You don’t get it, do you?” I yelled back as I stood up. “You’ve been here for everything, every moment, every tear. What’s wrong now? Just because I’m having a kid that you’d never have, you’ve got to shoot anger at me? Well, Richie. Fuck you.”

          “I didn’t,” he yelled. “Jon did!” He ran and slammed his door as I crashed into a million pieces on the floor.

Love Lies Chapter 33

          We went out to eat, and went to a bar a few miles from the hotel. I saw Jon and the guys at the bar drinking. I swear that they’d seen every bar in Houston.

          “Hey guys,” I smiled as I walked in. I felt weird, being that they were so dressed up and I was wearing jeans.

          David smiled. “Hey, where’s Alec?”

          “Alec?” I asked, looking around. “I didn’t know it was my turn to babysit him.”

          “He was supposed to be here. I wonder if he got lost with that skank he calls his new girlfriend,” Tico muttered under his breath.

          “He’s got a girlfriend?” Richie made a weird face. “Are you sure she isn’t blind? Who would date that moron?”

          I shook my head. “Guys, just be happy that he’s not being a pain in our asses and enjoy your time off from him.”

          “Amen to that!” Jon burped. He obviously wasn’t sober, knowing that they had been drinking.

          I looked over behind the bartender at the clock. It was only 1 in the afternoon, and he was already almost drunk.

          “Ma’am,” the bartender said as he cleaned a wine glass, “would you like something to drink?”

          “No,” I said. “I’m fine.”

          “Kmae,” Richie pleaded. “Drink something.”

          I shook my head. “I don’t want to. I have a major headache.”

          He hugged me, trying to make me feel better.

          “Hey Rich!” Jon drunkly yelled. “You guys…gettin’ it on later?”

          “What?” I said as I turned to look at him.

          He smiled half drunk. “I mean..you know..”

          “Jon!” I yelled as a wave of anger suddenly came over me. “Shut up, okay? Just because you’re drunk doesn’t mean you need to act like a complete asshole. Shut the fuck up and turn around.”

          “Kmae?” Richie looked at me, with worry in his eyes. “Where’d that mood swing come from? Are you sure you’re okay?”

          I backed away. I couldn’t believe that I barked back at him like that. I had never ever done anything like that. It was like a rush of anger that came over me.

          “I need to leave,” I pleaded. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

          Richie nodded. “Do you need fresh air? Want to go back to the hotel?”

          “Yes,” I said, “I want to go back. But by myself. I think I need some kind of silence for a while.”

          He nodded again. “I understand, sweetie. Just go back, okay? Tell the limo driver that you want to go back. Have him come back so he can pick us up. I won’t be too long. I’ll try to not drink too much, okay?”

          I hugged him. “Thanks for understanding.”

          He smiled, as I walked out the door. I breathed in all the fresh air as I finally left.

          “Hey,” the limo driver said. “I’m Rick. How can I help you?”

          “Hi, Rick,” I said. “I’m Richie’s girlfriend…I’m supposed to go back to the hotel. I hope it’s no bother.”

          “Oh, no! Of course not!” He laughed. “I can come back and get them. It’s nothing.”

          “Okay,” I smiled. “Thanks.”

          He closed the door for me, and I crashed into the seat. I was so tired.

         

          It seemed like it took forever to get to the hotel, but finally we arrived. I hurried up the stairs, and went into my room. Everything was quiet, except for the “pitter-patter” of the water from the faucet.

          I had to check something. I knew it was impossible, but of course, accidents happen. This was something that I didn’t want to happen, but of course, once again, they happen.

          The pregnancy test was lying in a zip lock bag in my suitcase. I had brought it along, just in case of any emergencies.

          Finally, I checked.

          I waited a few minutes as I looked at it, and muttered, “No, no, no, no, no!” Under my breath.

          It was positive. I was pregnant with Jon’s baby.