Chapter 232

Jon lay in bed, he had the hangover from hell and his lip was aching. How was he going to go on from here? What was he going to do?

He got dressed and went down to find the biggest cup he could find for some strong black coffee. He found Richie in the dining room. An uncomfortable silence stretched out between them.

“Jon we have to talk. This is fucking Cheyenne up. The way you treated her and the things you said last night is fucking unacceptable.”

Jon swung around.

“What I did is unacceptable? What about what you two did and what Kenny and Cheyenne did? God it feels like I’m in a Jerry Springer show for fucks sake!”

“What about Kenny? Why don’t you blame her for the Mark episode as well while we at it!”

“You don’t even make sense Richie!”

Richie stood up and walked towards Jon.

“Jon you weren’t there that night with Kenny. You didn’t hear her voice, pleading him to stop. The naked fear in her eyes when I pulled him from her. She actually fainted in my arms. Tico nearly hit the living shit outta him. Cheyenne asked them to keep it to themselves. She was thinking about you! Everything she does is for you!”

Jon paled at Richie’s explanation.

“He raped her? He fucking raped her?”

“No, but he had her shirt open and he was trying his best to get her pants off. Luckily he was too drunk.”

“So I cant even trust my closest friends anymore, a few tears from a woman and you all turn into a bunch of pussies. And you Richie what is the excuse there?” Jon had composed himself and the cold hate was back.

‘Jon you have a screwed mind. We are only looking out for you and Cheyenne.”

‘You were looking out for me? Is that what you call it now? Fucking someone’s woman as looking out for me?

‘Fuck you Jon.” Richie voice was a whisper.

“No fuck you! You and Cheyenne made a damn fool out of me. I should have known something like this would happen. You two were hanging on each other from day one. If you were just honest about it I would have backed up. But you two had to drag the poor asshole along! The pictures didn’t lie. I saw it!”

‘No pictures don’t lie but it depends on how you look at them and what you WANT to see. Your mind is screwed Jon. What do you want out of this?”

Jon looked tired.

“I want this to be over. I’m tired.”

“If you give me a chance to explain, I’ll set everything straight. For God’s sake Jon you have so much to fight for!”

“I’m tired fighting. I don’t want to fight for everything in my life.”

Jon turned on his heel and walked out.