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

Chapter Sixty Six: The Will

       It is much more quiet at Garden Lodge than it has been since we first moved in. I didn't like it. I honestly hated everything about what has been going on lately. I hated that I was in this situation, and I hated that my dad had to suffer through it. And there was honestly nothing I could do about it. Nothing at all. 

       I take a deep breath in before I open the door to my dad's room. I see him sitting on the bed petting the cat while his lawyer, who was also the band's manager, was standing at the desk area. I furrowed my brows when he caught my eye. What was Miami Beach doing here? I will not complain because I have never really had a problem with him. My dad smiled at me. But there was also a look of relief on his face. I wonder why? Were they discussing something that he does not want to talk about? Because normally, if he is talking about business, he would normally change the subject and talk about music. 

        "Hey dad." I greeted him. "Hi darling, how are you today?" He asked. I sighed as I started to undo my camoflogue jacket and just stay in my olive green shirt. It was so hot in here and I don't understand how my dad is under so many blankets comfortably. "Tired, but I'm fine." I answer him honestly. "Where's the other Freddie?" He asked. "He's with his father. I just got back from work." I told him. My dad rolled his eyes. Damn. I have a kid with Rami and he still has an issue with him. It honestly does not bother me as much now as it did a few years ago. But I will say that my dad does tolerate him a lot more than he used to. 

       "I really don't mean to be nosy. But what are you guys talking about?" I questioned. "We're discussing the will." Miami answered. I immediately became uncomfortable after he said that. The will? Meaning what everyone will get once my dad has passed on? I can't be in the room for this. But it's too late. I'm already here. "So Freddie, you have decided on what to decree to your parents, your sister, Jim, Peter, and Joe. Who would you like to have the bulk of your estate?" Miami answered. Shit. He better not say me. But there goes my dad staring at me. 

      "I would really like to give it to Tiffany." He answered his manager. I stepped beck for a moment. No. I'm not going to let him. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I blurt out. I covered my mouth immediately after I realized what I just said. My dad raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" He asked. I'm sure he's surprised because I am too. "I'm sorry dad, I didn't mean for it to come off that way. But with all due respect, I cant have it." I began. My dad crossed his arms. "Why not?" He asked. I sighed again. 

       I couldn't take it anymore. "Because dad, I want to be normal! I don't want to live a life with a lot of money! And I've been terrible to you for most of my life, so clearly someone else deserves it over me! Give it to Ben, Joe, Jim, hell even Mary for all I fucking care!" I ranted. "Tiffany, I think you're being a little bit ungrateful." My dad said calmly. But I could tell that he was on the verge of being pissed off. "I'm sorry if it's coming off that way! But you're just handing it to me and I don't want it! I can't have it." I tell him. "Get out." My dad said. "What?" I needed to make sure that I heard him correctly. "I said get out Tiffany! Get the fuck out of my house!" My dad yelled and pointed towards the door. 

       I honestly did not want to make it worse for him. I already know that he is going through a lot. And this must be a very difficult discussion for him to have with his lawyer. I know that it was also extremely difficult for me to be present as well. I guess today was the wrong day for me to show up. I really can be awful towards him at times. Our bad communication is more so my fault than it will ever be his. I just react way too quickly. But I know that is not an excuse for how I treated him just a minute ago. 

        Tears started to stream down my face once again as I was standing right outside his door with my back to it. It's too late for me to say anything. He already told me to get the hell out. And if he tells someone to fuck off, he typically means it. I started to walk away and it hurt to do so. I didn't want to leave with both of us on bad terms. But I had to. 

       To my surprise, I bumped into Jim as I was going down the hall and towards the stairs. After we glanced at each other, I hugged him and started to cry on his shoulder. I needed someone at the moment and I was really happy that Jim was there. He returned my embrace and started to move one hand gently up and down my back. "I know, Tiffany. I know." Was all that he said to me. "I'm such a shitty daughter. I shouldn't have talked to him like that." I said, assuming that he knew everything that had just happened. "I understand. This is a very stressful time for all of us. Just understand that your father is frustrated right now, and I'm sure that you are too." Jim said. "Go in there and apologize, see if that will help." He added. I shook my head. Not because I was stubborn and didn't want to. But because I felt that I couldn't.

       "He told me to get the fuck out so that's what I'm doing." I told my stepdad. Jim shook his head. "I don't care what he said. It's the right thing to do." He says as we finally let go of each other. "I'll do it tomorrow." I assured him, only because I probably will. "Tiffany, you don't know if tomorrow will even be an option." He worded in the best way that he could. But I knew what he actually meant when saying that. I sighed and allowed that to sink in. I was still so scared. I couldn't do it today. I had to go home and rethink everything. 

       "I promise that I will be here tomorrow. I love you both though. Can you tell him I said that?" I asked Jim. "Of course." Jim answered. I shortly walk out of the house and back into my car where I continued to cry until I felt decent enough to go back home.