Explanations

Jon stared at the screen, shaking his head. He knew she was a smart girl, but she just wasn’t getting it. He skimmed over the ranting, knowing it was just the heat of the moment commentary – he knew deep down she didn’t mean that. Over the years, he grew a rather thick skin when it came to irritated females. He just took everything with a grain of salt. Still, he had to make her see his point of view. He was certain that he’d be able to make her understand if she would get past her mad.

PM FROM BILLY THE KIDD TO THE GODDESS HATHOR:
You couldn't be more wrong doll. I didn't do anything to help YOU. I did it to help Rich.

No on all counts. I didn't think you'd be "on board" or that you'd push back. Actually, to be honest, I thought you'd be flattered that he was jealous. Do you know how many women in the world would kill to be 'the meat in a Jon and Richie sandwich'? Yeah, I know what all you women talk about. And don't deny it and say you've never said it. I've read your stories, and I've seen some of your comments on other writers' stories. You HAVE said it before, so don't deny it. So, in my mind I just figured how much better it would be to be the woman fought over than just "the meat" in the sandwich.

If you're expecting me to apologize for having a small circle of people I care about and trust, for Rich's sake, I hope you're not holding your breath while you're waiting, because there's no way in hell that's ever gonna happen. Do you know how many times I've been burned by people I was supposed to be able to trust? Do you have ANY idea how many times someone I trusted and called 'friend' or even 'lover' fucked me over? Even the genius that you are, you can't count that fucking high. And through it all the only people that haven't done that are the ones that are still in that "chalk circle" I've drawn around me. But, it's not just a chalk circle...it's The Great Wall, doll.

PM FROM THE GODDESS HATHOR TO BILLY THE KIDD::
Look, spare me the "poor me, people try to use me" sob story, OK? You aren't the first, last, or worst to be screwed over. And my bad, I thought that when I started to mean something to Richie, that I started to mean something to you. Won't make that mistake again.

And Mr. Ego, there's a difference between talking a good game, and meaning it. C'mon, genius, it's fan FICTION! MAKE BELIEVE for Christ's sake. I've seen your shows. I've heard the banter. You know as well as I do there's a line between what's real and what's part of the show. "Hath" is a persona I've cultivated over the better part of the last 18 months. She's a big believer in equal opportunity, and she puts on one fucking good show, but she’s a fake, just like you.

For crying out loud, YOU of all people should know about giving the people what they want. So yeah, I've written some stuff about you. Big freaking deal. I also appreciate the writing talents of some of the others out there. It doesn't mean I want to engage in those activities. Fuck, Jon, I'm working on a slash story too; do you think that means I really want to see you get fucked by Richie? uh, NO.

And you weren't *god, I can't believe I'm typing this* "fighting over me" Get real. You were pushing him into something he probably wasn't ready to admit. Possibly he would have eventually, possibly not. Either way, it's HIS decision and MY decision....not a tableau for you to manipulate.

And no, I don't want an apology for having a circle of friends you can trust. I don't even give a shit whether I stick around long enough to get into it. You really don't matter all that much in the grand scheme of my life. I don't have to like Richie's family -- I just have to tolerate and be polite. Just like you don't have to like me.

And you're absolutely right...you didn't help me. You FUCKED me over.

Look, let's agree to disagree. You think you did this wonderful thing, making Richie jealous, getting him to yell at me, hang up on me and call me a whore. You have a strange sense of what's wonderful. I think you let your "I know what's best for everyone, because I'm Jon fucking Bon Jovi and if you don't like it, kiss my ass" attitude get in the way of something you had no business getting involved in.


PM FROM BILLY THE KIDD TO THE GODDESS HATHOR:
Wait.

He called you names? He mistreated you?

He has NEVER mistreated or disrespected a woman. I had no idea he would go that far. Hell, you weren't even supposed to know that I'd "meddled". But, I slipped up. I do that from time to time. I didn't want you apologizing for something that I had done, and knew perfectly well what I was doing when I did it.

He wasn't supposed to mistreat you. I never meant for that to happen. Honest.

PM FROM THE GODDESS HATHOR TO BILLY THE KIDD::
You wait. This just proves my point. We are people, not figurines for you to fuck with. We don’t always think and do what YOU, the all powerful, all knowing Jon want us to.

Yeah. He called me a whore, accused me of slutting around with my guy-friends, and then thought the could make it all better with a half-assed "I’m sorry" later, and an ambush at the Pats game this weekend.

You two really are cut from the same cloth, aren’t you? Thinking you control everything.

Well, I have news for you, I control me. I control what I do and what I will put up with. I will not put up with your arrogance and Richie’s misplaced jealousy. I deserve far better than that.

If you want to know the truth, I sent Richie home Sunday, and wouldn’t let him touch me. For him to say those things; on some level he must believe it, no? That kind of deep-seated anger isn't "all of a sudden".

In any event, you let me see the kind of guy he is when things take a harmless left turn, and you showed me a couple of things about myself, too; none of which I like. So I guess I do owe you a thank you for making me see this stuff before things went further.

PM FROM BILLY THE KIDD TO THE GODDESS HATHOR:
NO NO NO! He wasn't supposed to be an ass! I was absolutely sure that the fact that he trusted ME would protect you. That's what I was trying to say before.

I fully expected him to go off on me! Hell, I pushed the buttons, I was ready to take the shit! I didn't know he would say mean and hateful things to you. Which makes no fucking sense. Normally, he would go off on me! Even if it wasn't my fault, so I was sure that with there being no doubt it was my fault I'd get the brunt of his anger.

But don't worry, I'LL handle Mr. Sambora.

And you’re calling him ‘Richie’.

PM FROM THE GODDESS HATHOR TO BILLY THE KIDD::
Jon, I'm a big girl. I'll get over it. I don't want to, but I will. I've been through the hateful before, and "they" all say that behind every hateful remark is a little truth. I know a little of what went on with his other women. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt, but I don't want to be a chump.

Yeah, he’s "Richie". "Rich" was someone I loved, trusted, and respected. He doesn’t have that anymore.

Please, don't make things any worse. I've still got a little dignity left; I don't want him thinking I came sniveling to you. Leave it be. You owe me that much courtesy.

PM FROM BILLY THE KIDD TO THE GODDESS HATHOR:
Alright, Jen. I'll leave him alone. But, I want you to know that it doesn't sit right with me letting you take the ass chewing that was meant for me, and not saying something to the prick.

PM FROM THE GODDESS HATHOR TO BILLY THE KIDD::
You’ve done enough damage, Rock Star. Leave it, and me, alone. Please. If there’s even a shred of decency in your too-big head, you’ll give me this. Call it a parting gift if you will. Goodbye, Jon.