Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

49- One year

8th April 1973

The eighth of April had been a day I'd been dreading ever since the accident happened. I'd tried to keep it to myself- how much I wanted the day to disappear or the events of last year to never of occurred, but everyone knew I was hurting.

The thought of my sister even been gone from my life for a week hurt, two weeks hurt, and a month hit pretty hard. But knowing Emily died a year ago was a horrific pain that hurt more than I thought it would.

I'd spent the entire morning in bed, obviously dodging work, replaying old memories of the two of us. Ones from when we were kids and ones from when we were teenagers, wishing we could've had the chance to make some more as adults in the real world.

My phone had rang a couple of times, but I didn't answer any calls. I guessed my parents would've rung at some point during the first half of that day since I was supposed to be going to their place for dinner- but I wasn't thrilled about it. I couldn't think of anything worse than to spend an afternoon sat with my miserable parents grieving over my sister before the most likely asked me to pay them back money I didn't have.

That was the main reason why we never saw one another. They were a miserable pair of old pricks who simply failed the understand the fact they weren't the only two people to loose Emily- I did too. They seemed to think my minor drinking issue and days of work were because of laziness, not because I was grieving. But still, they liked to remind me about the money I'd borrowed in the past.

Me and Roger had gone back to how we used to be- smothering one another in kissed and staying at each other's. I hadn't told him what today was, I didn't bother mentioning the subject since I knew I would end up in an embarrassing puddle of tears.

I sat up in bed, rubbing my sore eyes and stretching a little until I was suddenly interrupted my the phone loudly ringing again. I sighed and groaned, debating wether the call was worth answering, but I knew I couldn't be bothered to hear the echo of the phone ring through my flat again.

I got up and walked into the kitchen before pressing the phone against my ear, trying to hide a little yawn.

"Hi Charlotte, it's mum." She sighed a little. Her voice was cold- like it usually was. Ever since the accident she always acted like she wanted nothing to do with me, but I suppose she was pretty damaged after loosing a daughter. I just wished she'd be a little kinder to the one she still had.

"Hi mum. You ok ?" I asked quietly, my tone much more cheery than hers.

"Yeah me and your father are fine. Are you still coming round for dinner tonight ?" She questioned. The tone in her voice was so strict I felt pressured to only say one answer.

"Erm yeah yeah. What time do you want me to be there ?"

"Four would be nice."

"Right I'll see you then Mum. Bye." I put the phone down and let out a deep sigh. Just after I put the phone back in it's holder, I heard the small rattling of keys in the door and then the voice of four familiar boys.

"Lottie darling you didn't answer your phone." Freddie sighed in relief as John and Brian sat down on the couch, Roger standing my the door after he closed it behind the four of them. "You worried us."

"Sorry... I've not been up all morning." I scratched the back of my head nervously and looked down, slightly embarrassed I was still in the clothes I'd slept in.

"I guessed. How you feeling ?" Brian asked, the usual sympathy in his expression and voice. The protective older brother perfectly playing his role, like he always did.