Chapter 81

Jon found Richie in his room.

“She ok bro?”

“As good as can be expected I guess.” His eyes seemed huge in his face.

Richie knew Jon as good as he knew himself. Sitting back he tried to read Jon’s emotions.

“Fuck Rich! A kid? She has a kid and she never told me.”

Fuck Megan didn’t tell Jon! Richie groaned.

“I’m sure she was waiting for the right time. Maybe she wanted to make sure how you felt about her before she told you about her son…”

Richie struggled with himself. Jon needed to know that his son was lying in a hospitalbed at the moment, but he knew there was a show the next day. Maybe he should spare him the truth until after the show….

It was early morning when Richie unlocked his hotelroomdoor.

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Jon didn’t say much the whole day. He tried to call Megan but her phone was off and that didn’t improve his mood much.

Richie wiped the sweat from his brow. He was surprised he didn’t screw up the show tonight. His talk with Jon was mostly on his mind, trying to work out the words to tell Jon that he fathered a child 8 years ago.

He found Jon staring at the walls in his dressing room, the cellphone lying in his lap.

“Busy?”

Jon shook his head.

“I cant get hold of her. It’s driving me fucking nuts!” He threw a clean towel Jon’s way.

“She has a lot on her mind. Maybe she forgot to charge her phone bro.”

This was not going to be easy.

“Jon there is something I want to tell you, but please hear me out before you say something.”

Fingers raked through wet tousled hair.

“Can’t it wait? I’m tired, hungry and worried out of my mind.”

Richie’s using of his name caught his attention.

“No, Jon. It can’t.”

The look on Richie face dropped his stomach to his feet.

He threw his hands in the air.

“Now what?!”

“I don’t know how to tell you this without you blowing a gasket. But please bro don’t blame Megan before you hear the whole story.”

“For fuck’s sake Rich tell me already!”

Brown eyes locked with his best friend’s blue ones.

“Megan’s boy’s name is Jaden. He is eight years old Jon and he looks just like his dad when he was young.”

“How do you know the fa…….what did you say? Eight years old?”

Shock and disbelief crept into her eyes. Silence fell over the room. Jon felt nauseous.

“Nooooooo…you are fucking with me, aint you? Please Rich tell me you’re fucking with me?!”

The pleading in his voice gutted Richie but he held his gaze steady.

“I’m sorry bro. Sorry that you had to hear it this way, but I felt you needed to know, especially in this circumstance.”

Fury exploded in Jon and he shot out of the chair.

“You tell me I have a son, who is in hospital right now and might be dying or dead for all I know??!!”

“Why did she keep him from me? The fucking bitch! Who gave her the right to decide?”

Richie stood up.

“Jon wait…”

“The fuck I’ll wait! How long have you known this?”

“The weekend I took her to New York. I’m sorry.”

His eyes lost all warmth, ice turned his eyes to a luminous blue.

“And I called you my brother? Brothers don’t do this to each other.”

Jon turned to walk out.

“Where are you going Jon?”

“To see my son.”