Chapter 2

    I went to the store to pick things up for his mom and us. It took me nearly all day because I decided to also take a look at houses for sale in the area. Once I got home Richie wasn't in the living room. I put the groceries away and went searching the house for him. He wasn't even in his room. I knocked on Joan's door and she said Jon took him out randomly. I began to completely freak out. Richie was in no condition to be out partying like he used to and I knew that is exactly what Jon would be doing with him. I told Joan that I would be leaving again to search for them. I sped to the bar they used to go to all the time years ago. Sure enough they were there. I burst through the door. There weren't very many people at the small run down bar.
"Jon!?! What the hell are you doing?" I yelled as I walked over to him and Richie.
"Baby it's o-kay. Its just a l-l-l-little al-cohol," Richie said as he looked at me.
My voice turned smooth, I couldn't yell at him.
"Richie you don't need to be drinking already. Please," I said as tears filled my eyes.
He started thinking and I could tell he was having flashbacks of everything. He threw his glass, got up in a rage and fell. I caught him before he hit the floor. I glared at Jon as I helped Richie out of the bar. We went home and the entire way he cried, telling me he was sorry. I cried to, telling him not to be sorry for anything.
"I worry about you Richie. You're the only thing in my life that truly matters to me," I said as I pulled into the driveway of his mom's house and parked the car.
"I understand, as you are the only thing in mine that matters other than my mom,"
I smiled and got out of the truck so I could help him inside. At first he wouldnt let me and I looked him in the eyes.
"Thank you for c-coming back h-home to me Jessika, and th-thank you for taking c-care of me even though Im s-sure it's h-hard," He said.
I smiled and he let me help him. We went straight to our room as it was alright dark outside and near time for bed. Joan rushed out of her room to check on Richie when I told her I brought him home. She hugged him and kissed his cheek before leaving us alone.
"Would you like some water?" I asked him as I sat on the bed beside him and laid my hand on his.
He nodded his head and I stood up. I walked out of the room and stopped to look back at him. He looked so sad. I proceeded to make his glass of water and head back. As I handed him the glass I asked if he was alright. He said he was and took the glass. His hands were shaky and spilt a little on him. He handed the glass back to me and started crying. I knew he was still thinking about the horrible accident. I sat the glass down on his nightstand and held him. I played with his hair and kissed his head as he cried. I whispered to him and told him it was okay. He just shook his head and said no it wasnt. After running out of things to try and calm him down I told him that I loved him. He said it back and stopped crying.
"Do you want to try the water again? This time me helping?" I asked.
"yeah" he said with a nervous look.
I picked up the glass and eased it to his mouth. He let me know when he was finished and I kissed his head before setting it back down. He laid down and slid under the sheets before I could turn around.
"Do you want to sleep in that?" I asked.
He looked down and shook his head before he sat up. He began unbuttoning his shirt and I stopped him. He looked at me and pulled me down to kiss him. Lost in the moment he pulled me down onto him. I finished unbuttoning his shirt and began running my fingers over his chest. God how I had missed it. Once I let out a whimper he said to stop.
"Im sorry, Richie," I said as I began to get off of him.
When I stood he pulled he hard down onto him and began kissing my neck. I tilted it back and moaned. He tightened his grip on me and growled.
"God I m-missed those s-sounds," He said as he kissed down as far as he could.
I stuck my fingers in his hair. God it felt so good after so long. He was breathing hard already. I didn't want to get him too aroused. It was still too early to jump that far. He looked up at me. I smiled and kissed him before putting my forehead gently against his. I could feel he was a bit overly excited by what I could feel under me. I snickered.
"What," he asked.
"I can feel you're uh... excitement," I said.
He laughed.
"It's c-cause you're the s-sexiest girl I kn-know," he said.
I smiled and gave him a kiss before crawling to my side of the bed. He took off his pants and left his boxers. I bit my lip to see he still hadn't calmed down much at all. I slipped into a tank top to sleep in and some short comfortable shorts I had. I cuddled up to him for a while until he finally settled down and started falling asleep. Then I told him goodnight and turned out the light. I cuddled back up with him and fell asleep in his arms for the second time in years.

Chapter 1

    It all started with one too many beers. Then a car crash. There were no fatalities. Richie was airlifted to the hospital.  There they rushed him into emergency surgery. I got a phone call from his mom that night. She said he had been in a bad accident and was in surgery. She cried the entire time we talked and so did I. She told me she was about to leave and for me to meet her there. I told her okay and we hung up the phone.

 I never went to the hospital...

I packed up my stuff, and left. I couldn't bare to see him like that...

Now it's three years later. I got a typed letter in the mail today from Richie. It read:
'Dear Jessika,

     I'm sorry this letter is typed. I can't write. It's typed letter by letter using my index finger...
I miss you darlin. I am still me inside. I remember us. You. I still love you. I don't care that you left, I understand. But please, come see me. I have came a long way since the crash. I can even walk now, but with assistance. I can talk, but its hard. I will get better as time goes on, but I need you beside me. I lived because I didn't want to leave you alone. But when I awoke you were gone. I haven't seen anyone else since you left. I guess you probably have someone now... Someone who isn't me... Nevertheless, I need to see you. Even if it's the last time, please Jessika. I don't want to live my life like this without you by my side. My career is ruined because of the crash. I'll never be the same on the outside, but I'll always be your Richie on the inside. I'm not mad. I'll never be angry with you. You're perfect to me.

Love,
                                                    Richie Sambora'

     I cried while reading the letter. I instantly grabbed everything and headed out the door to go see him. It took 12 hours but I finally arrived. I knocked on his mother's door. I figured he would be there instead. His mom answered the door. She smiled and told me to come in. I walked inside.
"Richie is in his room. I'll go get him," she said and walked away.
I heard mumbling and then stomping. When he came into sight my hands flew to my mouth and tears streamed down my face. He smiled too. He used a walker to help him walk. I ran to him and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me. There it was. The feeling that I only had ever felt with him. His mom kept quiet. I cried harder.
"Shhhhh. Its o-kay Jess. It's me, Rich-ie," he said slowly, making sure I could understand.
I hugged him tighter.
"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you," I repeated over and over.
"I love you too,"
"Im sorry... So very sorry that I left. I was afraid to see you. Afraid you would never remember me if you woke up. Afraid I couldn't emotionally be strong for you it was just... scary. I'll never leave again, I promise," I said.
"Jess, everything is o-kay. I promise,"
I looked at him.
"Do you need to sit down?" I asked.
He nodded. Joan and I helped him sit on the couch. I sat beside him. His mom fixed us both a glass of water and went to her room to give us privacy.
"I. Missed y-you," He said.
"I missed you too Richie,"
"Do you have a... a boy-friend?"
"Only you baby, only you,"
He smiled. His smile wasn't the same, but still perfect to me. I smiled back at him. He told me about what it was like waking up and me being gone. I cried again and he pulled me close and kissed my head. He held me and wouldn't let go. I never wanted him to.
"I under-sssstand why you left. I under-ssstand and I am not ang-ry. Im o-kay, Jess," he said.
"I'm never going to forgive myself for running, Richie," I said.
He pulled something out of his house coat. A small black box. I started crying and my hands flew over my mouth. I knew what it was.
"I can't get d-down on my kn-knee b-but," he trailed off as he opened up the box and looked at me, "Will you marry m-me?"
I looked him in the eyes, shook my head and cried harder. He smiled and took the ring from the box to put it on my finger. He gently slid it on and looked me in the eyes again.
"I love you J-Jessika,"
I smiled.
"I love you too," I said as I wrapped my arms around him.