So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury) | Under Construction

Chapter Sixty Five: Crying In The Rain

       I sat next to Ben as the entire band was discussing many things while having a drink at the pub nearest to where we all live. Everyone seemed to be laughing and having a good time. But after my third beer, I had felt exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go home and fall asleep. Yes, I have had three beers. Since I could not drink any alcohol since my eighteenth birthday because of getting pregnant, I am taking advantage of this moment and drinking as much as I want.

       "Tiff, do you want a shot?" Ben asked me. I shook my head, doing everything that I could to hold myself together. "No thank you, I think that I've had more than enough." I said. He knew I was being serious and told the cocktail waitress that they only needed five shots at the table. My dad noticed that I was not feeling ok at the moment and it started to concern him. "Are you ok, darling?" My dad questioned. "Yes dad, I'm ok." I answered but I was clearly lying.

What caught my eye a moment later was Brian staring intently at my dad's foot. Oh shit. I know why he's staring. As of right now, this is the last thing that I want to discuss. I am praying to anyone who can hear me that my dad does not notice. But I also know that my dad is very observant so that is a slim to none chance.

I was correct as he made eye contact with Brian and then glanced down at his foot. "Brian, do you want to know that it's like?" My dad asked. "Please don't." I said under my breath and it was not loud enough for him to hear it. I wish I could have screamed it out at that moment. But it was much too late as he lifted part of his pants.

I can't even put into words how horrified and heartbroken I was to see what I was seeing. Ben and Brian's facial expressions were not much different either. But my dad's main focus right now was his band mate. As soon as he saw the way Brian was looking at him, he pulled that part of his pants back down. "I'm so sorry Brian, I did not mean to do that to you." My dad apologized and I could tell that he felt really bad. When he absolutely shouldn't.

I stood up out of impulse and pushed in my chair. "I need a moment." I said quietly and stepped out of the pub. It was pouring rain outside but I didn't mind it. The whole entire world was probably just as sad right now as I was. I started to cry and the tears would not stop no matter how many times I tried to wipe them away. I was hoping that nobody walking by would notice me. I just really wanted to have this time alone to mourn before I actually have to one day.

I have taken my dad for granted. And there is honestly nothing that I can do about it anymore. I kept on denying that it would happen to my dad ever since he got diagnosed. I strongly believed that he was going to be ok. He even still has such a strong exterior, most can't even tell that he is sick because he still full of so much energy. But now I am definitely not so sure and it feels horrible that I have to admit it.

All of the arguments that we have had in the past, and all of the negative times were for nothing. It wasn't worth it in the end to try and argue my case with him. Even the happy memories are making me cry as well. I think about everything in these five minutes that feel like hours have gone by. With everything I think about, I feel as if I am going back to the time when it happened. Everything from things that happened when I was much younger. The time I was in the hospital. When we got into the worst fight of my life and I made the stupid decision to run away. Our reunion when I was in military school. Graduation. My wedding. The birth of my son. And now.

I was caught off guard to feel someone's arm around me. I look over, not being able to see very well. But I can well enough to see my dad right next to me. My hair is soaking wet due to the rain now pouring. I could even see that there was water on my dad's button down shirt. "Darling, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done that in front of you. I didn't mean to make you feel bad." My dad tried to console me in the best way that he could. It wasn't working but I did appreciate him trying.

"Dad, don't apologize. It's not your fault. It's just that it makes me so sad what has happened over the last four to five years. It sucks that the worst things happen to the most amazing people." I tell him as I wipe away my tears. I started to calm down a little bit. I was trying to breathe slowly so that I could stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks.

"Tiffany, I understand how you feel. Imagine how I have been feeling for four years. But I promise you that you are going to be alright no matter what. Ever since you were young, I made sure that I could prepare you for a time like this. I know that it is far too soon, but it's ok. Im just trying to live my life to the fullest as of right now while I still can. And I don't want you to be sad. I want you to be happy. I promise you that you are going to be ok, and I will still make sure of it until my last breath." My dad insisted.

I couldn't help but to hug him tightly. He did the same in return and kissed my scalp. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you too." I replied quietly.

A/N: Hey y'all, I'm sorry for a sad chapter again. But I hate to tell you all that it is mostly going to be sad chapters for the most part. But I am also happy to say that I am officially out of school. Which I am very happy about and honestly proud of myself. But that also means that I will be able to update and even finish the book. But thank you so much for taking the time to read this and I hope you all have an amazing day.