Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Sex Sounded Better

"You?" He asked. "I'm not so happy myself." You spoke. 

God, why was he even still here? Why was he running papers around like a newspaper boy? You thought you were of him since you didn't need a doctor but of course the hospital had other plans.

"God you slut. Why are you still fucking here? Fell again? Poor little head of yours. Maybe a bump to the noggin would do you some good." He hissed. 

You felt your eyebrow raised in an agitated manner. "Can I please have the record?" You asked semi-rudely and semi in a "busy" tone.

"And why should I give it to you?" He said. 

"Give her the god damn folder Richard." Marnie peaked up from the stitches. 

He shoved you with his shoulder as he slithered into the room. "If you ever wanna give up the whole gay act...You know where to find me." He whispered to her loudly. 

He dropped the folder on the ground and made sure to step on it as he walked back out. 

You made sure to stay out of his way this time. 

You closed the door behind him and exhaled. The adrenaline finally leaving your body for the first time in a second or two. 

"You know him?" Marnie asked cleaning off a bloody blade on a pair of scissors. 

"Remember that time at that cafe..."

"When you publicly humiliated yourself? Of course." You scoffed and she laughed. 

"Yeah that. Well, the reason I was so ticked off when I saw you--uh doing you know-was he sorta..."

"Y/N...?" She said realizing the severity of this situation all of the sudden. 

"I wouldn't say assaulted but he did touch me without consent and he kissed me."

"Y/N you know he can get arrested for shit like that." You looked down at the unconscious Roger. 

He was under mild pills which made him numb. And a bit sleepy. (he was passed out) 

"Did you go to the police at least?" She asked. 

You didn't say anything. 

"Really? He deserves to go there. He is such a fucking perv." 

You could picture his short black hair that always stuck straight up. The creepy matching mustache that he promised wasn't because he was gay but rather homophobic. His dumb long and pale face which hid all his perverted thoughts behind in his brain. 

Sometimes he looked like a rapist. Sometimes a psycho. All the time he looked creepy. He seemed sorta all over the place. 

"It was just too hard. I couldn't do it. I tried but sex sounded better so I just gave up on it." You honestly admitted.

"I would go with you." She said finally done with the stitched and now cleaning up the wound. 

"I don't know Marnie you don't have to."

"But I want to." She said. 

"Tuesday? 1:00." She insisted. 

You nodded. 

Great you have three days to clean your shit up and tell it to people publicly. 

Your whole world could change after that. 

You would have to live with the fact you sent someone to jail. He could accuse you of asking for it. 

Somehow it could come back on you. 

Then you could go to prison. 

People go to prison all the time when they were truly innocent. 

Shit, you couldn't shake this mindset. 

"Y/N you are bleeding." You look up at Marnie. 

She pointed at her upper arm. 

You looked over to your left arm and saw a little hole in your arm oozing out blood. 

It was dripping down your arm. 

You looked at your right fingers and saw blood on them. 

"You picked it." She said at your confused look. 

You nodded and walked over to the stack of gauze. You pressed it to your arm and held it there. 

Marnie opened a jug of ammonia and pouredd it onto a cotton ball. 

She held it under Roger's nose and it twitched. 

His eyes slowly opened and met yours. "Y/N..." He whispered in an exciting way.