I Know What You Did

Chapter 5

(Brian's POV)

After arriving home, I stared at my blank phone screen for 39 minutes straight, not knowing what I was waiting for. My lips formed a bright smile when Roger's face filled my screen. I frantically picked up the phone, unable to stand another moment without him.

"Hello?" 

"Is this Mr. Brian May speaking?" That was not Roger's voice.

"Yes. Is everthing ok?" My heart jumped into my mouth, fearing the worst.

"I'm Dr. Reid, I'm afraid that there's been a car accident concerning your boyfriend, Mr, Roger Taylor. We found Mr. Taylor's phone in his pocket and you were the first contact we found."

My vision became blurry and I was suddenly aware that I needed to sit down. I found my way to my room and sat down on my bed. 

"I-is he ok?" I shut my eyes, my hands fiddling with by bedsheets.

"I'm sorry, things aren't looking good at all. He's currently in a coma and there's a 61% chance that we will lose him. You are welcome to visit him anytime and to even stay over at the hospital overnight if you'd like." 

"Y-yes, I-I'd like that, thank you." I stammered.

"I'm so sorry Mr. May. We will try and make sure that Mr. Taylor recovers to full health."

The line went dead. I looked down at my phone and went into my photos. One glimpse at his face forced salty tears down my face. Within thirty seconds, I had thrown myself into my pillows and was howling in pain. How could this happen to us! We'd only known eachother for seven days, and now that was all gone.

No Brian, it isn't. He's not dead. Stop thinking he is.

With struggling breaths, I picked up the phone and called Freddie. I knew John and Jim would be round his house. Probably having a party. The phone rang, for several seconds. Then I head his voice.

"Hello Brian! Sorry I have to shout, the music is too loud. We're all doing karaoke, and I'm winning!" 

John argued in the background, "It's not a contest Fred!"

I hiccuped, "Can you just turn the music down for a bit, I need to tell you something."

The disco music in the background stopped, and Freddie screamed excitedly, "Roger told you his feelings didn't he! Is he there now! Are you now boyfriend and boyfriend!"

I felt sick, "Well, that did happen," I heard excited squeals in the background, "But listen for a second, I think something may have happened when he was at home. Maybe his parents got into an argument, but he drove away. I got a call saying that, oh god, that he- he was in a car accident, and there's a 61% chance that he might not make it." 

Silence. The call muted for a second and then I heard Jim's voice, "I'm so sorry Brian. I had to take Freddie and John into the other room, they looked like they were going to collapse. I can give you a lift to the hospital if you want."

My vision glanced towards the acoustic guitar in my room as I spoke, "Thanks Jim, can you pick me in 5 minutes, I just need to get something."

"Sure, see you Brian, I'm so sorry again."

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~39 days later~

"There's no chance for us,

It's all decided for us.

This world has only one sweet moment,

Set aside for us.

Who wants to live forever?

Who wants to live forever?

Who dares to love forever?

Oh, when love must die."

I stopped the strings from vibrating and put the guitar down. For not the first time, I broke down in tears, thinking about all of the things that I didn't get to do with Roger. There wasn't much hope left now. The doctors were going to do one more test to see if they could start operating, and if it turns out that they can't, they'll have to stop his life support. I pulled my chair closer to the bed and ran my hand through Roger's hair. Why did this have to happen? I asked that question every five minutes. Out of the blue, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Intrigued into who would text me now, I unlocked the phone and went into my email. That's odd, who's Paul Prenter? Oh, that boy that Roger sat next to. I was surprised that he would email me. 

What surprised me more were the contents of the email. It read, Come to this address within the next 10 minutes or we will destroy you. Maybe we will put your dear Roger out of his misery. Just a thought. Come alone. We are watching you Brian.

I need to leave now if I'm going to make it in time. I ran out of the room and found my way to the exit. I'm not into sports, but I am a fast runner. I think it's because I have very tall legs. I have no car, so I'll just have to leg it.

Around 9 minutes later, very out of breath, I arrived. My pace slowed, and I walked around, waiting to be met with some rather unpleasant people. My mind cast back to the hospital, where I knew the doctors were conducting the test. Please let it go well. Please. 

"So you've arrived. Please, come sit down. We all want this to go well." Paul spoke from the shadows. 

I sat down in a metal picnic chair, wondering why I was here. 

"What do you want?" I tried to sound brave, but the truth is that I was terrified.

"We just want to have a nice, civil conversation with you." Dominique came out from the shadows. Oh no, I was in big trouble now.

"Go on then." I wanted to get out of here ASAP.

Paul walked over and towered above me, "Well, Dominique and I don't have much in common. In fact, we only have one thing in common, hating Roger. We found each other, and decided that he was going to get what he deserved. Unfortunately, him getting in a car accident was a bit of a setback for our plans you come into place. But now is the right time, as Roger will wake up soon, and you are in the place we most wanted you." Paul paused to look straight into my eyes and smiled, "I'm afraid that your beloved Rog will never see you again. Nor will you see him. He will wake up without you, forget all about you, and fall for the one person who was there for him, me. Then, I will leave him, and he will believe that he is not good enough for this world. I think you can figure out what happens next. Now, I must go, my love needs me." He sneered and waltzed out the door, his nose in the air.

I turned to Dominique, who was smiling in the corner, "Please, you can't let him do this. You loved Rog, think about what you're doing." 

She walked in to the center of the room, her hands on her hips, "Correct, I loved him. But he deserted me. For you. Why should you care what I do? You just want him back."

"I believe that there is good in every person, well most people, and they can forgiven for their mistakes. Mistakes are what it's all about." I looked into her eyes, and I could see that she was crying.

"He left me. He never loved me. He used me." Dominique crouched down on the floor and I held her hand.

"He does love you, as a friend. He still wants to be around you. It's not his fault he likes men and not women. The reason he went out with you is because he loved you. That's why we've got to stop Paul. He's going to crush him. Roger's been brought up to think that he isn't worthy of love, imagine what will happen when Paul leaves him." I helped her up, and we both ran out of the building together. We were going to stop Paul.