Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Chapter 14

The doors closed behind them as they walked away almost running. Arriving at Richie's car he said "I'm sorry for what i said about your mother..." Kate looked at him. "I didn't mean to talk to him like that but he turned me on when he talked you that way." he put his arms around her waist. "Ι was sure something like that will happen." Kate answered.

She looked at him "Can we please get out of here? We give them too much attetion." He smiled. "Okay. Where do you want to go?" he asked her. "I don't know..." she said as she was thinking a nice place. "We can go to my place, if you want. Order something to eat." he came up with an idea. "That sounds good." she answered and smiled.

"I'm sure you'll love the view to the Central Park, especially now that is snowing." Richie said as they both got in his car. A thin line of snow covered it. "I love it already." she smiled. "I hope is not far away from here, i'm freazzing." she added as she was trying to warm her body. "No, in a few minutes we'll be there." Richie answered and drove away.

As he promised in a few minutes they walked in the dark but her warm apartement. Richie turned on the lights. "Welcome!" he said smiling and closed the door behind him. "Wow! This is what i call a nice view." Kate said with wide eyes and walked closer to the large windows where the snowed Central Park was the star. 

Richie smiled behind her. "I'm glad you like it." "What not to like?" she turned to face him. "It's really beautiful." he smiled and kissed her. "Thank you darlin'." he answered after the kiss. "So what do you want to eat?" she asked him. "Do you like chinise?" Richie asked hoping for a possitive answer. "Of course and i do!" she answered and looked at him. "Oh thank God! I'm the only one of the guys who likes chinise. Now i know i'm not alone!" he said and went to the kitchen to find the menu. 

After ording their dinner Kate jumped in the shower. So Richie find the time to relax and write some music. He took the notebook and the guitar and shut on the couch. He read what he had already wrote but nothing could express what he was feelling right now. He found the next blanc page and start writting. 

Life is a road
forever winding 
where it leads us i don't know
In it together
for better or worse
searching for a pot of gold

Time leaves a trail of broken hearts
o many arrowsjust keep missing their mark
But baby that ain't us

Nothing else matters if you're in it for love
Together we can olny go higher
We can reach any rainbow that we're 
dreaming of
Nothing else matters at all
when you're in it for love, baby

He read it again and it was all that he had felt since he met Kate and then her family. He knew this one is going to be a ballad. Lighting up a cigarette and taking the guitar in his hands already  knowing the rythme in his mind. It didn't take long to start singing alone the lyrics he just wrote. 

The melody filled the whole apartement inclouding the bathroom, where Kate just finished. She wrapped a towel around her body and walked out listening him singing. She had never heard him singing a ballad. The only song of his she has ever heard was Livin' On A Prayer and that's on the radio. She was standing here listening him playing and she could tell that was way more relaxing than a shower. 

He paused on the first verse to write down the music and continue his cigarette. After blowing the smocke he sung the first verse. Kate walked closer to him when he finished. "That was really beautiful." she told him smiling. Richie turned his head and said "I thought you were in the shower." "I was but the melody told me to get out and hear it. You should finish this one." He left the guitar next to him on the couch and finished the cigarette. Blowing the smocke he said "Maybe. I don't know yet." he answered.

The bell rung. "Food time!!' Richie said exited but hungry. He got up and opened the door. After paying the delivery man closed the door. "You want some wine darlin'?" he asked her. "Sure. I think i saw a bottle of a red one in the kitchen." "That's true. I'm never running out of alchool, cigarettes and guitars." he said. Richie left the bag on the table in front of the couch. "I'll go get the wine." he walked in the kitchen and came back seconds later with the wine and two glasses.

Kate had already put out their food. He sut next to her. "You know about what you said before about alchool and cigarettes do you know how much damage cause to your body? From the smell to cancer." "You don't really like it?" he asked back. "I hate it, to be honest. I'm not telling you to stop both of them just try to drink and smock less." he said and start eatting. "Well, right now that will be a little hard. We're writting a new album and when i write i smock and when i'm nervous i drink." Richie answered.

Kate didn't like his answer. She was sure that she'll hear an answer like this. But now she has better things to worry about. "New album?" she paused. Richie took a bite and looked at her. She was just starring at him. "And that means lots of hours in the studio?" she asked again. "Yeah." "And a tour after the album?" "Yeah." he answered. He knew she didn't want to hear this kind of answer but this is what it going to happend.

Next morning Kate walked in her office. She left her bag while Helen walked in the office. "Kate just stay calm." she told her. "Good morning to you too, Helen." "You should not be this happy." "And why is that?" Kate asked without knowing a thing. "Because of this." Helen said and showed her a newspaper. The frontpage was a picture of her and Richie walking in the entrence of his house hand in hand.

Kate froze. She read the big title: 'Bon Jovi's guitarist finally found his Bad Medicine'  She found the page 14 where there was more details. Kate scanned them. "Kate are you okay?" Helen asked as she saw her friend looking upset. With fast moves she took her staff and left the office while she told Helen "Cancel all my dates for today." Kate said and got her purse while she opened the door.

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Richie opened the door of his house while his mother's head turned to face him. "Richie what are you doing here?" his mother asked him and stood up. "Have you seen the blue-grey notebook? I have five songs there and we have a meetting today for the new album. Jon will kill me..." he explained while he closed the door. 

"I think i saw it in your bedroom. You left it the night you returned from the tour. Is David alright now?" Joan asked him. "Yeah, he is the David you know." he replied and walked up the stairs. He arrived at his bedroom and found the notebook he was looking for right in the middle of the desk. 

The door opened and Adam walked in yelling "Joan! Joan!" he closed the door behind him. "What is it, Adam?" she asked back suprised. He was very happy and with a hige smile on his face. "Richie has a girlfriend!" he answered proud of his son. But Joan couldn't believe him right away. "Did Caleb came up with a story again?" "No, he didn't!" he paused and showed her the newspapar he was holding. 

"You could no tell that a rumour. They say he found his Bad Medicine!" he added. Joan took the newspaper in her hands and she read this with her own eyes. Adam was right. "When he'll come down he'll explain this." Joan said. "Is he here?" Adam asked.

Richie walked down the stairs with the blue-gray notebook in his hands. "Hey pop!" he said with a smile. Adam turned and faced him. With a big smile on his face he gave hm a hug. "Why you didn't tell us?" Richie was starring at him having no idea. "Tell you about what?" he asked and looked both of his parents.

"About the doctor. It's not right learning it from the news!" Joan answered while she had already read the article. Richie froze as he heard his mother. His mind was trying to understand what he just heard. "You said from the news?" he asked when he found his voice. "Here look from yourself." his mother passed hm the newspaper.

And there he was at the entrance of his apartement building hand-in-hand with Kate. He read the title and roll over to the page 14 where the whole article was. He scanned for a few seconds not believing what was reading. He knew she was going to be mad about this, but he didn't know how much. Reading the article he was getting mader and mader about the dicovered all these. He was trying hard to keep this as mush as could as a secret but he couldn't hide it anymore. 

"You should come over for dinner sometime." Joan broke the silence. "Your mother is right. It would be nice to meet her." Adam added. "I don't know. We don't want to rush things. And after this i'm not sure if she wants to see me again." Richie looked down to his feet for a second. "I gotta go." he said and he stood up rapidly. Before his parents could say anything he was already gone.

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Richie walked in the hospital knowing that Kate will be there mad as Hell waiting for him. When he arrived at her office he knocked and walked in. Once he walked in Helen was there reading some folders. "Have you seen Kate?" was the only thing he asked. "She was there half an hour ago." helen answered and got up. "You saw the newspaper too?" she asked him. "Yeah, my father brought it home. They want to meet her really bad." Richie answered. Kate had told him that Helen can be trusted. She knew more than ten years and she knews everything.

"Do you want your parents to meet her?" "The point is what Kate wants. We only are dating for a month. I don't want to rush things and make her feel unconfortable. Especially after meeting her family." Richie said. "I don't think your parents have anything to do with hers." Richie looked at her more suprised than ever. "What? I've seen them on the grocery store. I live in Woodbridge too and i'm a fan." Helen answered smiling. "That explains a lot."

"You should go to her house. She has no else to go." Helen said after a few seconds silence. "Yes. Thank you for hearing me out Helen." he told her and smiled. "That's what friends are for!" Helen smiled back while Richie had already left the office.  










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