(Alright! Woo! Here we go! We're getting off to a great start; thanks for all the reviews and follows already. Within the first chapter, we gained 23 followers! In this chapter, we're going to be focusing on Jon more because as we know PR was where the drugs started in for him. So, I do apologize for the harsh content of this chapter but I'm not going to sugar coat anything of it. Please review! This chapter is the result of my late night listening to Cash's version of "Hurt." And Smile Empty Soul's "Bottom of a bottle")

Jon sat in the back of the bar. The music was too loud, his head was splitting but the beer was good and cold so that was a plus in his eyes. He itched everywhere, his body felt like it was alive with whelps all over it but when he looked there wasn't anything there. He scratched and scratched until his skin was raw and then he clawed even more but he couldn't feel it. He scratched it even more. He pushed his way up from the booth and walked closer to the entrance. People grabbed at him, girls sniffed him. He felt hands grab between his thighs. Normally that would have been it, he would have taken her back to the hotel and fucked her senseless. Not now, not anymore. He may have been high but he wasn't stupid. He pushed past the rest of the crowd and out to find just the guy he needed.
The two of them swapped money for what Jon itched for. He stumbled somehow back to the apartment him and the guys were living in and up to the bathroom where he knew Richie kept his needles. He mixed the powder with a small amount of water and sucked it up in the needle. He flexed his arm out and found his old sweet friend. As he inserted the needle, his jaws clenched and his face went numb. He felt it coursing through his veins as he watched absentmindedly. He didn't feel like it was him pushing the needle; it was the addiction. The addiction he was able to escape for almost six months only to hit it hard once again.
He sat on the floor for a long time after shooting it up. His body was numb, he no longer itched. He felt right; he felt normal. He stood up and hid the needle in his back pocket before walking out. He went to his bedroom and walked past the picture of him and Lily. He picked up the frame and carried it to his bed with him after kicking off his shoes and pants. He clutched the picture in his hand as he crawled up underneath the covers as he pressed his head back against the pillows. He ran his thumb over her face. He swallowed hard as all the feeling came back over him; the constant nagging in the pit of his stomach. He knew something was bothering her but he couldn't put his finger on it. There wasn't any way she could have known about his drug use. He longed for her to be beside of him worse tonight than he ever did and knew she felt the same way about him.

Lily's eyes popped open just as the nagging in her stomach came back. She jumped up and ran straight to the bathroom. Amy popped her head out of the shower just in time to see Lily spew everything back up from the night before. She leaned back on her knees and wiped at her mouth. She felt horrible, everything hurt extremely badly. Amy wet a washrag and handed it to her to further clean her mouth.

"Maybe you should just stay home today." Amy said as she wrapped a towel around her body.
"No, I have to make money." Lily shook her head, "If I keep this…thing, how long until I stop puking every morning?"
"Right around fifteen weeks normally. Or that's how my sister was." Amy shrugged, "Stay home. I'll double shift for you."
"Amy, no. If I'm going to have a baby, I need to be able to provide for it." Lily said as she reached for her toothbrush.
"And tell the father." Amy mumbled.
"Shut up." Lily snapped, "I know I need to tell him. Will you lay off of me?"
"Like I said, grumpalumpaguses needs to stay home." Amy laughed.
"Sorry." Lily immediately apologized.
"Listen. You need to tell him and call and make an OBGYN appointment. That's going to help you out tremendously." Amy nodded.
"I don't even know what a OBGYN is." Lily looked at her with wide eyes.
"A female doctor." Amy laughed, "You need to go see one."

Lily sighed and got in the shower after Amy had walked out. She knew Amy wouldn't let her go into work today so after her shower she settled for baggy pants and Jon's old sweatshirt that she had taken to. If she breathed in deep enough, she could still smell him. She brainstormed ways of telling him that she was expecting his child; a way that wouldn't be so 'out-there'. She wanted this to be in private matters but he wouldn't be home until Christmas and it was only August now. She'd be four months pregnant when he came home for the holidays and she knew he'd be pissed if she kept It from him for that long.
She couldn't make up her mind if she wanted to look up more about abortions or if she wanted to keep it. She knew Jon would ultimately be the deciding factor. Her idea of running away as asinine and she quickly dropped the thought. There was no way in hell she could leave Jon for the rest of her life.
She was in deep thought when the phone rang. She jumped up from the couch, accidently kicking Buster in the process of her sprint.

"Hello?" She was hopeful.
"Lily.." Jon's tired voice coming through the receiving end of her phone was the best thing she'd heard all day.
"Jon." She smiled, "Hey."
"Hey." He said; she could hear the slight smile in his voice.
"How was your day?" She asked, bending down to pet the cat that she had kicked.
"Long, boring, tiresome." His voice slurred.
"Have you been drinking?" She smirked.
"A little bit." He smiled, "Not enough to do any damage just yet."
"Your liver is going to give out by the time you're 21." She laughed.
"Nahh." He smirked.
"When do you come home for Christmas again?" She asked.
"December 20th."
"That's too far away." She pouted, rubbing her belly.
"Yeah, I know."
"Listen..about last night…"Lily trailed off.
"Yeah, what were you going to tell me?" He asked.
"I..we.." She huffed in frustration, "You're..we're..FUCK."
"Lily, just tell me." He sighed.
"Trust me, I'm trying!" She mumbled.
"Well what is it? Is there another guy? You've fallen in love with someone else? Don't want me around anymore? Is that it?" Jon asked; she was scaring him.
"No, Jon." Lily sighed, "There's no other guy that I've fallen in love with. That's a heinous accusation."
"Well.." Jon trailed off.
"Well, Jon." Lily sighed; she had the courage to tell him but now it was all gone.
"Goddamnit Lily," Jon snapped, "Just fucking tell me. Tell me that you can't take the distance; tell me you need a break. WHAT is it?"
"I'm pregnant!" She shouted at him through the phone.