Chapter 289

Jon was in his hotelroom. He just had a cool shower and padded over to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of chilled wine.

He felt depressed tonight, he had the phone in his hands a few times, pressing speed dial, only to snap the phone shut before it could dial through. He missed her and he wanted to tell her he loved her. He didn’t have the words or the guts to tell her how he felt. How happy he was about the pregnancy, although there was a chance....FUCK!!

When is he going to get over this? Why cant he just fool himself and believe her and pretend nothing happened between her and Richie?

He wondered why Richie couldn’t join the band. He said he had a few things to do before he could join them….

His mother’s word replayed in his mind… commitment, trust, understanding and forgiveness.

He lacked three of the four essential things. But he could work on it, they could work on it. He just has to pull himself together.

His phone rang and for a moment he wanted to ignore it but when he saw the time he knew something has to be wrong for someone to call this time of the night.

“Jon he..”

“Jon she’s gone!”

“Violet, sweetie, calm down. Who is gone?”

“Cheyenne , she gone Jon!”

Panic gripped his insides, but he had to stay calm for the hysterical woman’s sake on the telephone.

“Honey slow down, maybe she went for a walk or visited Dot..”

“No Jon. She’s gone. He clothes are gone and …and she left her ring on the nightstand. Why did she do that?”

Oh God no! She ran away. Jon sagged onto a nearby chair, his legs felt too rubbery to carry his weight.

“Violet, honey let me make a few phonecalls, k? Calm down, make yourself some coffee, where is Richie let me speak to him.”

“He’s not here. I thought he was with you.”

FUCK! Richie had something to do with this. Did they run of to be alone somewhere? Jon felt warm and cold all at once, his dinner was pushing into his throat.

“Honey, I’ll call you tomorrow. Don’t worry now everything will be ok.”

The poor woman was sobbing and his heart broke for her. His mind was rushing, not sure where to start and how to find her…..Richie.

Maybe Richie would know and he had this funny feeling that Richie was behind it all.

He punched Richie’s number.

An irritating sound interrupted Richie’s sleep.

He opened his eyes and stared at the clock next to his bed.

“Its 1:00 AM who…fuck JON!”

“Richie”

“Where the fuck is she?” Jon’s voice was cold.

“What..who?”

“Don’t fuck with me Richie, now is not the time. Where the FUCK is Cheyenne?”

“She’s in Jersey as far as I know.”

I fucking hate myself right now.

“No she is not, and you know it. Let me speak to her.”

“Jon what don’t you understand. I don’t have a clue where she is.”

Jon sighed heavily on the other side.

“If I find out you had something to do with this you are a dead man.”

“You have no one to blame but yourself Jon, maybe if you treated her better she wouldn’t have left.”

“Oh I forgot and you know how to treat her just right, don’t you?”

‘Jon its late and I’m not in the mood for your ravings so if you don’t mind..”

“I’ll find her, even if it’s the fucking last thing I ever do.” The phone went dead in Richie’s ear.