Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Hell Hole

You gulp and stare at him and his evil smile looking at the two of you.

You almost couldn't tell if he was staring straight into your eyes or looking at all of you and Roger at once. It felt like his eyes were everywhere.

"Get on with it." You said, returning the maliciousness.

"How about we go back in time, shall we." He was on the verge of being psychotic. The way he talked now and looked. It was like prison made his creepy side grow. Larger and larger until it would burst and splatter all over your face.

"Ok let's see." He said with a wink. He brought his hands off the table and counted. He got to 9 before he brought his gaze back to you after looking all over the room. No one seemed to notice or care his gazes in their directions. He smirked and continued. His eyes carried around the room until he stopped on 21 it seemed.

You continued along with him the whole time and were sure that was the number he chose to stop at.

You didn't think all of this was necessary as the words were probably peeling back his lips to reveal the truth. He knew the day and the moment he was thinking of.

He knew I knew this.

"November 21st, 1974." He said.

It was also confirmed you were right about the number counting.

You gulped again as he added a long pause.

"There we are, in the bar. Mr. Taylor had just finished Live At The Rainbow. Quite a show it was." Chase squinted his eyes and looked at Roger.

You looked over to your husband to watch the staring contest. Roger's jaw was locked, his nostrils flared and angered looks shooting out of his eyes.

You hated how he added himself into the situation as "we". It was never we, you never wanted it to be we. It was you and Roger against him.

"And there you were." He shifted his gaze to you. "Simply swooning over the man." He said.

"What did you do? Cut to the-" You were gonna say chase but sounded wrong as it was his name- "point." You finished.

"Right the drinks. They didn't seem to work, did they? Oh but you still almost had sex in the back of a van with a stranger so it made you forget some common sense. And it wasn't the only time in a van like that time at the hospital when you lost your vision."

Roger's hand tightened around yours as you started shaking.

"What did you give me." You said, trying not to shake and show your terror to him as he would surely take pride in that.

"Oh, I simply switched the shots, honey. Now that's not scary is it?" He said with a smile.

"Ok that's it we are leaving," Roger said starting to get up. You couldn't leave. Not now. You learned one thing but have more questions. You took a step forward but at least 10 back.

It was gonna be impossible to get anywhere with the amount of visitation he had.

"Love, sit down, we are staying." You said not even looking at Roger. He sat back down with a sigh and stayed silent.

"What was the drink?" You continued on.

"Water. With ginger to let you feel the burn of alcohol." He said it like it was so simple everyone knew.

"Then why. Why would you fucking give me water instead of my shots? Actually give a crap about something like an INNOCENT girl getting drunk and she can't "handle" herself, hmm?" You said. Where was the point of it if it was just water.

"Well it wasn't just water. It contained NSAIDs." He said, ignoring the rest of what you said. Of course you haven't a clue of what NSAIDs means. You looked at him. He rolled his eyes.

"NSAIDs. Non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs. It temporarily stops sperm in the ovaries. And if a sperm passes it, it will kill it."

He said it with the coolness a serial killer would contain when they admit all their murders. The hidden bodies and days and the numbers. Of course this was just for the murder of all the sperm.

You couldn't stop the shaking at this point. You pushed back your chair and stood up. Chase leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms and simply watched you walk away. Roger followed, never letting your hand go through the whole thing.

You nodded to the guard through hidden tears and shakiness. You looked back at the doorway to see Chase still sitting there.

All the other visitors seemed to be enjoying their time. Some were passing drugs, some were visiting their children. They were laughing and telling stories. Some had tears in their eyes. Some were holding hands or hugging. Some were telling a story of bending their partner over and fucking the living day lights out of them.

It was truly a depressing room.

The only place these people could see their loved ones. A good thing for you though, the only place you could see your enemy.

You didn't have to worry about leaving a restaurant and him being there. Leaving the movies or being in a grocery store. You wouldn't have to worry about that part of it.

You looked at him. Sitting there, still as a boulder.

He wasn't big and bulky. He had thin arms and a block torso. His arms and neck and face, all the parts of him were pale and brown hair covered most of it.

He had a stubble of a beard and hair on his arms and on his upper neck.

"FUCK YOU!" You yelled at him. No, you screamed at him.

You screamed at him like you had never screamed at anything before. It was very high pitched, you didn't know your voice could go that high.

Everyone turned around to look at you.

The tear-stricken faces and the happy smiles that lost the happiness. The confused children and teenagers. They all stared at you in shock.

Roger had a concerned face and nodded to everyone before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of that hell hole.