Sugar + Spice

Brian's Lost His Marbles

Brian logs into his laptop and opens the security system app on it. He giggles as he sees inside and outside Roger’s home the lad hadn’t realized the professor put cameras up in his home after they had sex before their date.

“Freddie.” Brian zooms into the room hitting the upper arrow key on Roger and Freddie laying on the bed side by side looking at the ceiling, “I’m worried about Brian.. What if he doesn’t pay child support?”

“We take him to court.” Freddie says, 

“And we get drained in lawyer fees as he walks away scot-free because he’s rich and loved by the community.” Roger kicks the blanket off of him revealing his large stomach.

Brian growls and grabs his phone. He dials up Freddie, his Freddie sweet and innocent. He watches on the screen as the phone rings once m twice, before Freddie looks at it and groans, “It’s Brian.”

“Why haven’t you blocked him?”

Freddie shrugs and goes to hit the decline button but Roger tells him to answer it. With a huff and a bratty look that makes Brian want to choke it out of him the immigrant answers the phone.

“Bulsara speaking.”

Brian rolls his eyes, “Freddie I’m going to a dinner and I want to take you with me. I need something that’ll stun those rich snobs.”

“Do you mean you want me, a brown man to stun your racist rich friends?” Freddie tuts.

“I’m going to fuck that bratty behavior out of you.” Brian growls.

“I’m not your sugar baby anymore. I quit.”

“Yeah right.” Brian huffs, “I guess you want your son taken away. Poor thing is a walking skeleton.. All it takes is one call to CPS and that boy is gone.”

Freddie growls, “Listen here motherfucker.”

Brian rattled the number off for CPS, “Now listen up.”

Freddie hangs up and shakes, “He isn’t going to take our son away, Roger.”

Brian laughs softly, “Or am I?” he plugs up his laptop and begins to think up of a plan.

It was a cold December 31th and Emil had turned six-years-old. He was taking a nap upstairs, it was late afternoon. Poor thing was worn out from his Cinderella Godzilla mashup party. Emil cracks an eye open hearing scratching underneath his bed. His family didn’t own any pets,

“Mama! Mama! Dada! Daddy!” Emil wails scared.

As soon as the door bangs open the scratching stops, “Emil!” Freddie pants from running up the stairs.

“T-There’s a monster under my bed.” Emil states staying in the center of the bed blanket over his head like that would protect him.

Freddie peeks down and shakes his head, “No monsters Emil. You want to go to grandma’s so you can play with your friends?”

Emil’s eyes lit up yanking the blanket off his head, “Yes please!”

Freddie scoops him up with his most stuffed animal and blanket. He buckled Emil into his car seat, he grabs Roger and off they go. Emil falls asleep in the back, the music lulling him off again.

Freddie pulls out his phone and dials 999, “What are you doing?!” Roger whisper shouts.

“There’s a man underneath Emil’s bed.” Freddie whispers before speaking to the operator on the other end, Roger’s blood runs cold and he puts a hand on his large swollen stomach.

The bunk for the night at Freddie’s parents home. Emil is tucked away in the guestroom, Jer and Freddie both check him and under the bed frequently. Roger turns on the news and all the adults froze.

Brian was being escorted out of their home in handcuffs to officers walking him by the shoulders. Brian smiles into the camera quite pleased with himself. It seems like he was gloating to himself as if to say, “I got the money and power to get myself out of this. Na-na, Na-na, Boo-boo stick your head in poo.”

Freddie keeps a protective hand on Roger, “I-I can’t believe he broke into our home.”

“... Officers found cameras hidden throughout the house mainly in the bedrooms and bathrooms. He’s going to be charged with battery, stalking, and child pornography as a young child lived in the home and Mr. May was caught having nude shots of the child that lived here saved to his laptop.” an officer reports to the news station.

Freddie’s blood boiled and Roger tried to calm him down, “How dare that motehrfucker keep nude photos of our child! That fucking sicko! I-I’m going to kick his fucking ass!!”

There’s sniffling and whimpers, “M-Mama.”

Freddie whirls around the anger melting away seeing his son standing there in his nightgown looking scared and tired, “I had a bad dream.”

Freddie scoops him and holds him against his chest taking him back to the bedroom, “You want to talk to me about it?”

“You left me and I had to go to the bad place and you never came back!”

Freddie kisses his head, “I’ll never do that. I’ll always be here for you, dear. Don’t you worry.”

Emil smiles and snuggles into his chest, “I love you mommy.”

Freddie holds him protectively, “I love you too.”

The trial seemed to drag on as more information kept getting dug up about him. Like how he had a wife and three children in America under the name Chris Mullens and “Mr. Mullens” died fighting in Afghanistan leaving his wife widowed and his children fatherless. 

Brian May never finished high school and all his college certificates were foraged and he’s committed three accounts of fraud. He was found guilty of all the crimes that were listed above along with many other crimes including drug possession. He was put away for life in prison without the chance of parole.

Emil couldn’t understand fully why his mother and step-father were crying happily or why a woman with three children that looked like the curly haired man was talking to them,

The kids looked miserable. The oldest was 16 and the youngest was about 8 or 7 I don’t know. Brian’s ex-wife was crying into Freddie’s chest asking where she went wrong. She hated how she had to fly back down to England and how she should have stayed in England. How she should have listened to her mother.

The broken families sat down at a restaurant for a simple dinner, “Hi I’m Emil.”

The youngest child, a girl with dark curls and her hair held back in a deep rich purple bow, “Hello, I’m Emily Mullens.” her mother bursts into tears and has to be excused into the bathroom.

“I’m six.” Emil says,

“No way! I’m six too!” Emily giggles.

“You want to go play?” Emil asks, scooting out of his chair.

Emily nods eagerly wanting to be rid of this boring adult stuff. The children race off hand and hand to go have fun. The adults come back and can’t find the two youngest ones now it’s a hunt to find them.