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

Chapter Sixty Nine: Garden Lodge Was Never The Same

 Warning: This chapter may be considered controversial. I know everyone has their own opinions about what happened after Freddie's death. But please be respectful towards everyone. But anyway, enjoy. 

   Three months have gone by. To this day, I still feel completely numb to it. None of this is real. This was all a nightmare that I would soon wake up from. If only that were the truth. It wasn't and I am still having a troublesome time accepting it. My father has passed away. I'm never going to see him again. What breaks my heart the most is that I never even got to say goodbye to him. I lay in bed and I still just don't know how to feel. I get anxious, thinking about life, from my birth to where I am now. Alone and miserable at the moment. 

       I did my best to walk to the kitchen just so that I could use the phone. I dial the numbers that I needed to and placed the phone against my ear. "Hey, honey." I hear my husband's voice almost immediately. "Hey, Rami. I assume that you're at work now." I say to him. I didn't know what to say or else I was going to break down all over again. "Yeah, I am." He says and I can tell that he is concerned. "I know I may be acting out of impulse, but could you please come home?" I asked. "You mean you want me to take a flight back home?" He asked. "Yeah, I do. I know it's ridiculous, but I just want you here. I feel so alone." I tell him and exhale just to stop myself from crying. "I can be home by tonight, I promise." He told me. 

       I hear someone knocking on my door and I groan in annoyance. "Thank you, Rami. I love you very much. But I have to go because someone's at the door." I tell him and then hang up. I open the door and this is the last person who I would expect to show up at my house. And I have never seen him like this in my life. Besides my dad, this man has to be one of the strongest people I have met in my life. So it was a shock to see him with clearly bloodshot red eyes. 

       "Jim?" I said in confusion. It wasn't that I did not want him at my home, he's always welcomed here and I always have considered him a father figure. And it will probably remain that way until the day I die. We both embraced each other and he started to cry all over again. I was so worried and I did not know what was happening at all. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Can I come in? It's a long story." Jim kindly requested. "Of course." I answered and let go of him. I stepped out of the doorway so that he could come in. Once he did, I led him to take a seat on the couch. I sat down right next to him. 

       "So what happened?" I questioned. Jim sighed trying his best to keep himself together. "Mary kicked me out." He got straight to the point. My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I questioned. Why would she do that to him? That's extremely disrespectful. "No, I wish I was honestly. But she kicked me, Liza, and Phoebe out. But I wasn't allowed to take anything. None of the furniture that I made for your dad, and not even the pictures of me and him." He said and started to get upset all over again. I started to feel this inner anger. 

      "I'm going to go there." I say and stand up. "Tiffany no, your father cared about her and we both have to respect that." He said to me. "Well Jim, he loved me more. And I won't be rude, I'll be as polite as I can. Fred is asleep in his crib. If he wakes up could you please watch him? I won't be gone long and I'll be back as soon as possible." I said to him. I did not even wait for his response as I made my way over to my room. I went into my closet and took out the other half of my black Adidas tracksuit. I zipped it up to cover my dark blue tank top. I then tied my hair back so that it wouldn't be noticable that I have not done anything to it all day. The last thing I did before getting into my car was grab the largest box that I could find in my house. 

       Many fans were surrounding the gates of my old house. I understand why. They loved my dad too. Who doesn't honestly? But I had to get through. So I blew the horn and that made a lot of the people move out of the way so that I could make it up to the front. I rolled down my window and pressed the button to the intercom. "Yes?" I hear the familiar voice. "It's me Bill." I tell him and I am certain that this may be my last time ever saying this to him. I could hear him chuckle. "It's good to hear from you again, Tiff." He said to me. "It's good to hear from you too Bill. Could you let me in? I just want to speak to my aunt for a moment." I tell him. "Of course." He responds and seconds later the gate opens.