Chapter 239

A tired and pale Cheyenne stepped down from the plane.

Stacey was shocked to see her friend in this condition.

She took her home, made her sit and shoved a warm cup of tea in her hands.

‘Chey what the hell is going on honey. You look like death warmed over?”

Cheyenne had a vulnerable little laugh, keeping a close eye to see Stacey’s reaction.

“Morning sickness is a bitch….”

“WHAT? You are pregnant?” Stacey jumped up and almost choked her to death.

“I’m so happy for you and Jon honey! So happy!”

“Well that’s not all…its twins.”

Stacey looked unsteady on her legs for a moment.

“Fucking hell! Jonny boy knows his thing..I told you it was all in the hips. .he knows how to work those hips!”

‘Yeah well. Jon doesn’t know about the babies. He thinks I had an affair with Richie, He found out about Kenny..so at this moment he doesn’t even want to talk to me and if he does hate and spite spills from his mouth at a 100 miles and hour. Im sorry I came here, but I need to get myself together for the babies’ sake. Jon need some time alone to think everything through without me being there reminding him of everything.”

Stacey’s shocked expression drew a bitter laugh from Cheyenne. “Yeah I lived quite the soap opera life for a few weeks now.”

“Now how in the hell, did he get to the conclusion that you and Richie had an affair? Is he on dope or something?”

It was another hour before Cheyenne finished her story. Stacey was speechless.

“Is the man blind? He of all people should know, that pics from the paparazzi always seem suspicious. He is a celebrity for God’s sake!”

“Well Stacey the other reason I’m here is to get you and Richie back together. He is broken without you! You need to give him a second chance! “

**

The band was scheduled to fly out for a few days.

Richie called Cheyenne everyday making sure she was healthy and that the babies were fine.

The next morning Stacey was wearing Richie’s ring on her finger. Cheyenne hugged her close.

“I’m so happy for you girl!”

Jon didn’t call her. She picked up the phone a few times just to throw it back on the bed again.

Jon was like a caged wild animal. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat he drank himself into a stupor every night. He craved for Cheyenne like a drug addict his next fix. But he couldn’t get himself far enough to call her and beg her forgiveness.

The guys saw the suffering he went through but kept themselves out of it.

He started his own shit, he was going to see it through by himself. He turned towards his wine and at night when he was alone he would drink himself into a stupor, trying to dull the anguish pulsing through his veins.