Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Not His Plan

She pulled up to your house just to make sure you went. 

It was Tuesday. 

The day you had to go to the police. 

She knocked hard on the door. Roger's door. 

He wasn't there of course as he was in the hospital still. He got out next Friday. 

10 whole days away. 

You could almost visit anytime you wanted. 

Mondays to Saturdays from 10 am to 6 pm. And because the universe loves to through curveballs at you, you work from 10 am to 5 pm so it worked out just perfectly. 

At least you had Fridays and Saturdays where you spent all day long with him. 

You missed a few times to hang out with Leah. 

You didn't see anyone besides the few doctors, Marnie, and Roger. 

Leah stopped by once but she was in a rush with Marnie's lunch and her job. 

You got in her car with your sunglasses, purse, and the clothes on your back and drove off. 

You knew where the police station was and with each turn, you became more and more anxious. 

You weren't sure why you were anxious, he was finally getting the justice he deserved. 

You could tell the officer how he told you that you were falsely pregnant or how he kept cracking jokes or would take unnecessary tests. 

You told Angelina your new and better doctor about the stuff he got away with. 

Most of it wasn't right and he could finally get in trouble for it. 

You turned the last turn onto April St. and Marnie pulled in the driveway.

As a doctor herself, you wondering if she could help you explain the strange and unusual things he did besides that day at the cafe. 

You jumped out of the car feeling a bit better than when you jumped in. 

"You ready?" She asked as she put her hand on the main entrance door. 

"As ready as I'll ever be." You laughed and she swung open the doors a bit dramatically. 

"What can I help ya with?" A lady at the front desk said. 

She had a very strong country accent. She was a larger woman with loose and wavy clothes. You could only see the almost sheer pink ruffled top. 

She had a necklace with a cross on it and it sparkled in the overhead lighting. 

"I would like to file a report about someone please."

"Ok ma'am fill out this paperwork please and take a seat. It'll be a while." She said looking up over the counter at you. 

She picked up a large packet of papers and slammed them down in front of you and Marnie. 

She put a pen on top after. 

You grabbed the papers and pen and went to go sit down. 

"GENDER OF REPORTED. WERE YOU RAPED, ASSAULTED, HARASSED, OR ANY OTHER PHYSICALLY TOUCHING WITHOUT CONSENT. DOES THE SAID PERSON SMOKE, DO DRUGS, OR DRINKS ALCOHOL. FIRST AND LAST NAME OF REPORTED. COULD YOU EASILY LOCATE THIS PERSON? DO YOU STILL HAVE CONTACT WITH THIS PERSON?" 

It was a lot to take in all at once but you did your best. 

You crossed off a box when you had to cross off a box. 

You wrote on the dotted line when you had to write on the dotted line. 

You wrote away, page after page after page. 

You inhaled, signed your name, and closed the packet. 

You were finally done. 

The clock arm had only traveled 20 minutes but it felt like an hour. 

You held the packet on your lap along with the pen until further instructions. 

"Miss you be done with that there packet yet?" The lady at the counter said. 

You nodded and got up to hand it to her. 

She took it and got up. 

You could now see her black and tight pencil skirt that reached just below her knees. 

A guy in a uniform took it and went back into a room reading over your packet. 

"I got nothing else for ya now." She said and you went to sit back down. 

You could feel her eyes on your back as you walked towards Marnie. 

You sat down and Marnie offered you her hand. You took it and held it. 

"Hey, that ain't not His plan now." The lady said noticing your hand-holding.

"Excuse me?" Marnie said. 

"His plan. God." She said and raised her brows. 

Marnie took back her hand. 

You sat there for a good while until someone called your full name out loud. 

"Good luck love." Marnie said. 

She couldn't go in you figured that, but it still would've been nice. 

You walked over to the guy who you noticed had the packet in his hands. 

"Hello." You said. 

"Hello Ms. Y/N." He greeted you. 

"Come on in." It was an interrogation room. 

The whole double-sided mirror. 

A simple table with two chairs and light overhead. There was a tape recorder on the table and a notepad with a pen. The notepad had a few flipped-over pages on it and the current page had several scribbles. 

"So it's a doctor." He said in a curious tone. "Yes."

"He's been harassing you, correct?"

"Yes, that is correct." He flipped over a page on the notepad and wrote some things down. 

"Mind if I record this?"

"No, not at all." You told him. "And you solemnly swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth."

"I do." You said. "Ok great let's get started."