𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑| 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 ✔

LXI

I heard the irritating sound of my alarm clock, eachoing through the walls of my room. Thankfully, I had a spare one somewhere in the attic, since I had picked the alarm up, opened the window and chucked it out. I've wanted to do that for so long, you have no idea.

I walked over and got dressed in a white and red, striped top, with denim flares, brown, leather boots, and a brown leather belt. I looked at my hair in the mirror, I liked it, however, I was my missing my fringe, it made my hair just look better, and obviously it was a bit last minute to get a hair appointment, besides, I've seen my hairdresser cut fringes all the time. It couldn't be that hard to do it myself. I shrugged, picking up the scissors, as I began to trim my fringe, the way I'd observed my hairdresser.

It actually turned out decent, I put my hair in a half up, half down style, and added a few rings and necklaces, eyeliner and cherry-red lipstick, as usual.

I jogged downstairs, picking up half a load of bags, dragging them to the car, before returning to drag the rest of them in.

I could hear Priscillas soft snores from her bedroom, and it pained me to wake her, as she was sound asleep. I checked the clock on the wall, to see it was 8 o'clock, and for some mysterious, unknown reason, traffic was always busy so early, so I tiptoed into Priscillas room, and gently shook her shoulder, as her heavy eyelids fluttered opened.

I lifted her from her cot, and sauntered over to the car, after locking the door up, behind me.

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After 7 exhausting hours, we finally had arrived in London, Priscilla had slept the full car ride, so she was well-rested.

I remembered that it was a Wednesday, and Roger would probably be over at the studio, right now, so I decided to head over there.

I walked in, trying to keep Priscilla from just running in. I saw Roger cozied up on the couch, his arm draping around Camillas shoulder.

Priscilla didn't think about anything and squealed 'daddy!' while trying to let go of my hand, Roger stood up, and ran over, throwing his arms around her, as he held her tightly, attacking her face with kisses. My heart awkwardly lept out of my chest, as I tried to avoid any sort of eye contact with Camilla.

Roger lifted Priscilla up, as he continued cuddling her, mouthing a simple 'hi' to me, with a grin, stroking Priscilla's hair.

I swung my head towards the door, to see Vicky sauntering in, followed by Fate and Ashley. Ashley headed straight for the couch, falling down, out of breath, as if she ran here, while Fate sat in between her and Camilla, who tried to distance herself away from them, as if she was better. Fucking humble yourself. And Vicky stood beside the occupied couch, with a little cigarette in her mouth.

I glanced back at Roger, who's still holding Priscilla, as I watched Camilla standing up and strutting over to us, as if she were a model. Vicky quickly sat down, stealing Camillas seat.

Camilla tapped Roger's shoulder, and as he turned his head around, the look of realisation that she was still – unfortunately – in our presence hit him, prompting him to set Priscilla on the floor, leaving me speechless.

"Can I talk to you in the other room?" Camilla asked, folding her arms, in fury. Roger agreed and as the walked into the other room, she flipped her hair behind her shoulder, resulting in me rolling my eyes at her.

"Jesus, I knew you said she was a bitch, but that's a bit extra" Fate pointed out, furrowing her brows.

"She reminds me of Catherine" Vicky said, imitating a gagging noise.

"Oh, darling, pick your jaw off the floor, a fly will certainly crawl in" Freddie told me, taking a drag of his cigarette, as I closed my mouth, not realising how stunned I was about his audacity to completely drop his child like that. It's obvious that he still hasn't told her. Not that he should've needed to, I thought he'd be broken up right now. Then again, I did say as long as they were broken up, not exactly when they should break up...

Vicky's face lit up with an idea. "Is there a cup somewhere here?" she asked, looking around the room, as everyone shook their head, in confusion.

"Oh, I know what you're doing, darling. I think there's a plastic one in the recording box" Freddie smirked, in realisation, while we were all still confused, he came back, with a plastic cup in his hand.

"Why do they argue so silently, anyway?" Vicky asked.

"Probably because they don't want us to hear-" I began, as the sound of Camilla yelling erupted our ears. "Or maybe, Roger doesn't want us to hear" I finished, correcting myself.

"What're you doing with a cup anyway?" Brian asked, folding his arms.

"They're probably going to put the cup near the door and listen to their argument" Deacy explained to Brian, who gave a small 'o' shape, signalling he'd realized.

"I am absolutely going first." I stated, almost robotically, with my arms folded.

Ashley came over and picked up Priscilla, taking her over to the couch. "You better tell me what they're saying, since I'm babysitting" Ashley nodded over to me, as I rolled my eyes and agreed, as me, Vicky and Freddie ran over to the door, with a plastic cup.

I attached the drinking side of the cup to the door, while placing my ear on the other side.

"What're they saying?!" Fate whisper-yelled over to us, repeated by Freddie and Brian.

"Well, it's a bit hard trying to listen, when a bunch of people are asking 'what're they saying, what're they saying, what're they saying' I stated, giving them a sarcastic smile, scrunching up my nose.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me you had a literal child with her? Are you cheating on me? Is that your real child? Are you having an affair?" I heard Camilla interrogate Roger, but I couldn't hear his response, since the cup wasn't exactly magic.

"Can you hear anything?" Vicky asked.

"No. This cups shit-" I fell over, and into the room, Vicky and Freddie falling on top of me, like dominoes. "Get the fuck off me!" I said, letting out a screech, that bounced off the walls for like a solid 5 minutes, as one of their knees landed on my back.

Finally they stood up, and I was still on the ground, looking up at Roger, who had an unamused look on his face.

"It was Vicky's idea..." I tried to defend myself.

"You fucking grass, Mickey!" Vicky whisper-yelled, widening her eyes.