Chapter 3

Tonight was the night of the concert, and Chrissie had already pre-planned everything to make sure that they had time to get there early; it wouldn't be as bad to park. Megan on the other hand had chosen a pretty floral dress, this summer was hot. Time slowly drifted away as Chrissie spent the day at Megan’s’ cooking, cleaning and playing games with her younger sibling, Cerys. As always, Chrissie had done her chores on the farm and was looking to an evening partying and rocking out with her best friend. After all was done, Chrissie crashed on Megans’ couch. While Megan chose the channels, the excitement level was rising already. They still had an hour, an hour to kill.

After an hour of watching boring television and brushing up on their guitar playing skills, the pair, fully dressed in their concert clothes, walked out towards the car. Megan constantly checked her makeup in the mirror, while Chris drove along the motorway to the concert venue. Chrissie sighed as she turned off into the car park for the Ricoh.

“Hey Chris, you got the tickets?”

“Yeah”

Megan stared out of the window as the ignition was turned off and seat belts were unfastened. A short while later, after tickets were shown, seats were found and they were ready, Chrissie and Megan sat down to watch the opening act, which lasted for roughly three-quarters of an hour. The lights dimmed once again, five people came out on stage and set themselves up with their corresponding instruments, Chrissie swallowed a gulp in her throat and found her mouth go suddenly dry as she looked at her crush. Richie Sambora. Megan looked at her and whistled, Chrissie felt herself blush as she snapped back into the depths of an all too unreal reality. Megan as well felt herself become wet under the spell of love-struck. They were simply celebrity crushes; they would just greet them and get an autograph or two.

Richie set up his mic and laid down his calloused fingers on those six strings and she, licked her lips at how his muscular arms flexed when he started to play guitar. The band had just started to play You Give Love A Bad Name, when, Richie had looked at Chrissie and gave her a little wink with his left eye and it gave her the shivers. Had Richie Sambora just wink at her?

She felt her heart soar when he did that one action, Jon was prancing, leaping and jumping all over the stage. Megan and her gave a little scream and continued to watch the amount of energy that this band had. Her back pocket was burning with the backstage pass inside and she was more excited about meeting the guys, Jon crouched down and looked at the pair, he smiled and made a heart sign on his chest towards them, they couldn't help but blow him a kiss- which he graciously returned.

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Soon after the band had taken their bows, they retired to the backstage area, where a load of screaming girls would burst through the doors screaming their names in two minutes flat. Jon sighed and propped his feet up, Richie sat next to him, grabbing a beer that was on the side table. Richie smiled, he was sure he seen that little pass in the brunette’s back pocket, he was looking forward to meeting HER. Though, she didn't look like she was from this area, she didn’t look like a city girl, more country bumpkin. He shrugged his shoulders; she was probably smart enough not to fool around with anyone. She had a sweet, innocent smile, well that was going to change. He grinned evilly as the security guard announced that fans were coming. Lucky him.

Chrissie and Megan shown the security their passes, a lady came up to them and directed them down a corridor, round a corner, towards the bands’ dressing rooms. Turning sharply, alerting them that they were not allowed there and briskly walked towards a door that was labelled ‘The Jovi Group Room’. Smiling, the women entered the room, Richie was sitting next to Jon, a half-empty beer in hand, Jon was on the sofa and David, Tico and Alec were chatting to fellow fans and taking photographs. Chrissie had silently screamed inside, and was sure she was in Heaven. Richie smiled and had a darker tint of brown in his eyes now, he stood up.

“It’s you two again, I was sure that you were the two concert winners. Welcome and I’m sure you don’t need names”

“No, that’s fine Richie, I’m Chrissie and this is my friend Megan”

Megan by now was chatting happily to Jon, smiling happily and gave Chrissie a small thumbs up, Chrissie smiled at Richie and pointed to the drink that was sat there. Richie nodded and gave it to Chrissie; she took a gulp and gave it back to him, chuckling happily.

“You sure can drink”

“I grew up on a farm with an alcoholic dad, just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I have to be modest all of the time” she replied, a gleam in her eye as Richie took her out of the room, and along the corridor to his dressing room.  Meanwhile, Megan was busy chatting to Jon; he was funny, handsome and smelled like sin. Sweet merciful sin. Megan bit her lip, Jon chuckled lightly as she sat next to him. Megan told him little anecdotes of her youth, like when her and Chrissie used to go to Nuneaton, how her sister bugged her for days and about how her guitar lesson partner would never show up to lessons, Chrissies cousin, William. 

"You play? I can jam with you if you want?" Jon asked, grabbing one of his guitars. Megan nodded, his grin was now ten miles wide and he handed her a spare one of his.
"Hmmm, how about Wild Horses?" Jon asked, tuning his guitar as Megan did the same.
"Sure" she replied, her face going even more redder than it already was. She started to play the chords as her hands gracefully flew over the strings, Jon smiled and started to play along with her. This had to be the best night of her life.

Chapter 2

Chrissie laughed and stood up, Alex and Daniel on either side of her and she was lead off to a chair that was 'prison'. She looked down and shuffled there, sitting down and waited for another person to be caught till she could be free again. Her mind kept on thinking about how the concert would go, what if she messes the whole thing up? Damn anxiety. Anyway, someone had been caught and she could go back to Dream Land for a while and have dinner.
She stood up and started to walk to the garden when her uncle announced dinner time. Great. The table was set and they tucked into a hearty meal of ribs and chicken. They laughed, joked  and talked together about the move that was due to happen, Sam anecdotes and some awful jokes about Chrissies' fan fiction addiction.
After a while, the food was all gone and stomachs were full.

Chrissie helped put away the plates in the kitchen, while her cousins played in the field, rolling down the field in pipes. She smiled, went outside and joined the family for a photo. It was a tradition, stupid tradition. A few photos later, she went back to lounging on the bank. She sighed and turned as sleep slowly crept over her fatigued body. Only a short while later, she was woken again by her horse neighing as she got up to see what the commotion was all about. She realised that her horses needed rugs and quickly ran over to the stables, done up their rugs and chucked them out into the two acre field once again. Tired, she went back into the house and logged onto her computer, she was gonna write some more Don't Be Cruel. She spread out her fingers; Megan was going to be begging for more. She grinned as her fingers eagerly tapped on the keys as the next chapter rolled out in front of her. A thousand words later, she was done. She started to fire off a quick email to Megan:

chrissiecart@gmail.com to meganfinlinson@yahoo.co.uk

Megan, I have updated DBC for you, and I left it on a cliffhanger. Enjoy, oh and the concert is tomorrow! Eeek! I can't wait, Richie Sambora, I'll get to meet him. To say that I'm excited is a definite understatement. Have you got your clothes? Meet me tonight at Nuneaton; I have some catching up to do over coffee and cake.

meganfinlinson@yahoo.co.uk to chrissiecart@gmail.com

Oooh YAY! I wonder whether Richie is going to cope without Evie on tour, and WHY did you stop it there!? More! I got my clothes, we can go to Greggs or Costa, a catch up sounds nice. I want to meet Jon! I can't wait for Saturday. *smiles* you little tease, especially chapter 24.

 Well, she did try.

chrissiecart@gmail.com to meganfinlinson@yahoo.co.uk

Well, if my annoying cousins say that my fan fictions are rude AGAIN, I will personally make them read it, and watch the reactions. I can't believe that I can write porn that makes ME react. *grins* Well, mum or anyone else doesn't know that I write Jovi Smut, or I don't want them to know that fact. I'd be in some deep shit if they do. *gulps* I am very secretive and they haven't even heard of half of my fanfics. I can't believe they'd judge me for using writing as a coping mechanism. I mean, emotional abuse, manipulation and black mail shouldn't be left to fester until it bubbles over in a eruption of anger, so that you will lash out. It was dad's fault, HE did it to me.

 meganfinlinson@yahoo.co.uk to chrissiecart@gmail.com

Yeah, it's a good outlet. You better keep your writing that way or else you'd of been in some DEEP hole. Don't let them judge you, you know better than that, just don't remind them?

Your dad is a bitch ass motherfucker.

Chrissie nodded, Megan was correct about her dad. He was a sociopath. Moving on, Chrissie logged off the computer and stretched, waved goodbye to her cousins as they headed over to their house and sat down in the living room. She looked at the time and swore under her breath. She quickly grabbed her car keys and headed off to face Megan at Nuneaton.

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Megan sighed and looked at her watch for what felt like the thousandth time. She could see a rushing Chrissie running towards her. 

"Sorry Megan, time went so fast and I forgot the time"

"It's alright; at least you got here safely"

"Now, coffee and cake"

Megan and Chrissie walked over to Muffin Break in the middle of the usually busy shopping centre, Chrissie ordered food whilst Megan sat down at the table. Megan sighed and quickly read a little more of Chrissies' story before Chrissie sat down opposite her.

"Quick spot of reading?"

"Patience is a virtue and it appears that you do not have it, my friend"

"Yeah, like you can talk, you're not exactly patient either"

Megan was currently writing her own fan fiction. She was a Cumberbatch fan, Chrissie loathed Benedict Cumberbatch, she liked the dark and dangerous, such as Richie Sambora. Megan took a little more than brute persuasion to become a Bon Jovi fan; it took days of nagging about Richie Samboras' guitar playing and dashing good looks to make her come around to the idea. With some help from Chrissies' Jovi friends of course. Megan liked the taste of fur-freak, Jon Bon Jovi was her favourite, and Chrissie was darker. Though Chrissie did like to write, she did live on a farm and had a whole host of animals to care for, her Paddy was her love. He was her horse and no one underestimated the bond between them, for they are inseparable. Soon, the topic of the conversation turned from the concert to slightly darker times. Chrissie was (and still is to this day) emotionally, abused, blackmailed and manipulated by her sociopathic father, who just loved to make her cry. 

The past few years had been very hard on Chrissie, grandmas dying from cancer, moving houses and nagging sisters. She had been very brave, not to mention a degree on top of that. Life was hard. 

Chapter 1

Chrissie smiled. The crisp, white, clean sheets of paper shone under her fingertips as she started to dance around the room. She, Chrissie Cart, was going to a Bon Jovi concert. Then, she realised as she peered at the finer print that it was a backstage pass. Surely they were very expensive? Still, she jumped, wailed and danced like there was no tomorrow. Then, she sprawled out on her bed, breathing heavily and stared at her poster that hung high on the wall. It shown Richie with one of his white Kramers on the poster, she smiled briefly. Richie Sambora. Hang on; she would get to meet him?

She would savour this opportunity. Though, first, she would have to lose a couple of pounds and go get a new wardrobe to go to the concert. Being in England there was rarely a bright, warm day and she needed a new leather jacket as it was often chilly in her area. The countryside. Yes, she's a country girl, she loathed cities. Though, she was forced to suck up her hatred for the city and go to the Ricoh Arena in Coventry, West Midlands. Her thoughts came crashing back to reality when she heard her mum shouting for her to do the animals. Her horse, Paddy and the cows fed, watered and mucked out she could focus on choosing who to bring to the concert with her. She peered through her phone contacts and chose Megan, her best friend in the whole world. Megan was an aspiring artist and, as a teenager, would hear Chrissie blabber on about Richie Sambora in the school hallways. Forced to accept her fate, Megan chose to like Bon Jovi. With some encouragement.

Chrissie dialled Megan's number, lying back against the mountain of pillows on her comfy bed. A ten mile wide smile was plastered to her face as she heard ringing at the other end.

"Chrissie? Why are you calling?" Megan asked, confused.

"I have news"

"Oh, Chrissie's getting married to Richie Sambora. Big deal"

"I got backstage passes to the Bon Jovi concert at the Ricoh in Coventry. Want to come?"

"Sure Chris. Don't stress about anything, I know you stress and worry about things."

"I promise I won't, I'll be on my best behaviour"

"Good. I'll be laid back like I usually am and I'll leave you to worry. Hey, what are you wearing for the concert?"

"A leather jacket, a Jovi t-shirt, some jeans and boots. You?"

"I'm not sure yet, check with me tomorrow"

“Okay, I will" Chrissie told Megan, stretching her legs out.

"Oh, and Chrissie, when will a new chapter of Don't Be Cruel be up? I'm dying to know!" Megan asked, smiling.

"Well Megan, you will have to wait and see. I have a one day event at Bramcote on Tuesday, rally on Wednesday, work on the farm all week and go to coffee with Anastasia at Costa. We can go Nuneaton and work it out there"

"Sounds good to me, see you there, and Chrissie, when's the concert again?"

"Saturday at 7pm, be at mine at 5:30 and we can go early, you know traffic. I shall see you then, goodbye my fellow friend.

"Sure, goodbye Chrissie, see you then"

With the conversation over, Chrissie put down the phone, groaning as she popped her back with a amount of pleasure. Waves of excitement ravaged her body as she screamed to herself, the time was like torture that she was yet to face. Still, she could be patient. Excitement was quite an understatement. With her friend situation sorted, Chrissie could move onto her clothes. She moved to her set of oak Chester drawers, they were full of mainly jodhpurs and old jumpers, but she had splashed and bought some nice, presentable clothes. Living in the country she would usually muck out Paddy and Vera in the afternoon, gave the sow some feed and walked the dogs, not to mention the other animals that roamed her property.

She would usually hack Paddy most days, would update stories and do boring work all day long. Chrissie had managed to get her hands on a vintage jacket; it was a birthday present after all. Her mum and family were around today; her sisters’ party was later. She had two sisters, Sam and Joanne, she was the youngest of the three, and, as a result was doted on as a child.

Moving back to the situation at hand, she picked some clothes and laid them out for the party, smelling the barbecue outside was inviting. She moved outside where her sisters and in-laws were sitting on the lawn. She smiled as the sun hit her face, she hid her Jovi concert secret from her relatives, and they didn't care to be honest.

She sighed and sat down on the bank, looking towards the house and back towards the rows of green fields that lay behind them, strewn with crops, sheep and cattle. Her cousins played kiss chase on the garden as her mum sat next to her, clutching a cup of coffee in her hand. Her uncle chucked in the charcoal into the barbecue as she lay on the grass. She could hear laughing and joking in her ears as Sam gladly accepted presents from her auntie, who lived up north in Manchester. She smiled to herself and rolled over with a groan as she shaded her face with her hand, Paddy was eating some hay behind her in the field as she tutted about the mud that covered the entire side of him. He was grey a minute ago!

She could brush that off later, now was the time for greeting.... and relaxing.

"Chrissie" came a voice from behind her; it was her cousin Alex who was playing cops and robbers.

"Yes Al?"

"Could you be a robber for us?"

"Sure" Chrissie replied as she stood up, walking down the bank, across onto the garden. The weather was very pleasant that day, the sun was beating down all day and it was the hottest it had been for weeks, after all the rain caused a hell of a lot of mud in the field, which she would sometimes get stuck in. She ran around with her cousin chasing her, followed by Daniel, her other cousin and was playfully pushed to the ground in a police like fashion.