Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

18- Emily

15th April 1972

An- this is a chapter about what happened to Emily, you can skip if you want
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"Tee, it's gonna be ok." Freddie sat next to me on the sofa, holding my tired frame tightly in his arms. I didn't say anything, but the tears running from my eyes told Fred everything he needed to hear. "I promise I'll try and help." I shook my head in response to the his words.

"I don't need your help Fred. I need her. I need her back." My voice broke as my mind flashed with images of my younger sister.

"Tee, she's not coming back." Freddie's voice was quiet and broken. "I'm sorry."

"Stop staying that. She's gonna be fine." I kept denying Fred's words as I continued to focus on the thoughts of what had happened to Emily.

"It's been a week. Darling, she's gone. The crash killed her." Freddie's tone was no longer quiet, he was becoming louder, but his voice was still broken with pain as he tried to reassure me.

I didn't respond to him, I simply let my head drop into my hands as the tears became uncontrollable. Fred sighed deeply before rubbing my shoulder in an attempt to try and comfort me.

He looked around my flat, noticing nothing but empty bottles. Since Emily's death the only thing I could ever find comfort in was drinking, and of course smoking. It had barely been a week and I was a huge mess. I didn't know how I was gonna manage to get though this.

"Darling, I don't think staying here is doing you any good. Why don't you stay with me or maybe even Roger ?" Freddie whispered sympathetically. I shook my head again and turned to look at Fred, who was locked on my tired face in concern.

"I'm staying here." The thought of staying with Roger was tempting, but I didn't want to be another chore like I was to Freddie. I know I needed to see Roger again- we hadn't spoke since my birthday. I needed an explanation, and he needed an apology from me, but I didn't care about that right now. I thought maybe he would've rung me or stopped by- but nothing.

"He cares you know. He's a decent guy sometimes." I sighed deeply listening to Freddie."I love you Lottie" He looked at me sadly as I shut my eyes, trying to block out his words.

"My baby sister died in a fucking car crash. She was nineteen. How am I meant to live with that ?" I was loud and angry, but not at Freddie.

"Emily was nineteen Fred, think of all the things she could of done ! She was a baby. Some fucking drunk in a car took everything."

An- sorry if this was a little sad, I struggled with writing it too haha I didn't know what to say. This is gonna be the last 'flashback' type chapter for a now- but please still pay attention to the dates :)

thank you !