A New Life (Roger Daltrey)

Chapter 9

[Roger's Point of View]

3 AM

"When can I see you again, baby?"

"Tomorrow night. We'll do what we did tonight but I need you to wear that nice, lacy blue shirt you wore a couple nights ago, darling."

"Oh Roger, don't you remember? You tore it off of me that one night. I haven't gotten around to sewing it back together, but it looks like I might have to now." She winks at me.

"Get to sewing then, my dear." I grasp her chin and kiss her with great passion.

"Goodnight Sasha." I say walking out of her hotel room, which has become a spot that I visit frequently.

Yes, I am still dating Lena and love her very much, but I'm also with Sasha, a groupie. We met in America and somehow Sasha had made her way to England. Sasha is like the opposite of Lena. She's got this whole otherworldly personality to her. She's a psychic, a real good one, and has a beautiful mind. She's got curves that any man would die for. I do feel bad for doing this to Lena. I truly do love her with my heart, but I'm a rockstar. Of course women are going to throw themselves at me. If she were to ever find out, she would think of me as scum, which is what I am now for cheating on her. But that won't stop me from seeing the ever radiant Sasha. I don't think anything could.

3:30 AM

I arrive home and close the door quietly. I walk to our bedroom and see a peaceful, sleeping Lena. I silently peel my clothes off and join Lee in bed. She stirs a bit when I put my arm around her. "Where have you been, Rog?" She says, sleepily. "Shh, go back to sleep." I whisper into her ear, and she begins to drift off back to sleep again. I do the same.

9:37 AM
[Lena's Point of View]

I woke up to the sound of thunder. I hopped out of bed and viewed a storm that was brewing outside. It was looking mighty scary. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and I remembered that Roger had came home late again last night. I asked him where he'd been and he just told me to go back to sleep. I should've stayed awake and pressed on, but God was I tired. 

I left a sleeping Roger in our bed, to go to the kitchen and eat some cereal. While eating, my mind drifted to Luca and how much of an overwhelming affect he had on me. It was like I was put in a trance when we first met. He was totally attractive, maybe even a little more attractive than Roger.

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"Roger, where do you go at night? Why do you stay out so late?" I question him as I plopped down on the couch, after putting a record on. It was raining heavily out, and we really didn't feel like getting drenched by going out somewhere. He hesitates, then lets out a deep sigh. "I s'pose I shouldn't lie to you," He stops the record. "Late at night I meet this one groupie of ours, Sasha, at a hotel and...we have sex. Multiple times. I think I might love her, but that might just be the lust talking..." He trails off. I sit there quietly, in shock. He rushes over to me and says, "But I love you too! I do, believe me! I'm torn between you two. You both have swept me off my feet and stole my heart." He holds my face in his hands and attempts to kiss me, but I push him away and stand up.

"I-I need to go. Like now." While still digesting what Roger had just told me, I quickly packed a bag, despite Roger's many advances to stop me. "Roger, stop. If you really did love me we wouldn't be in this predicament that we're in now." I zip up my bag and make my way to the front door.

With my back facing him, Roger says, "I won't let you leave now, Lena. It's pouring out there and you've got nowhere to go. I know you're mad at me, you have every right to be, but don't go out there and get yourself sick." I stop and drop my bag on the floor. I turn to Roger and say, "Roger, I love you. I always have and always will. But you need to let me leave right now, because I can't handle having to share you with any other woman on this planet." Thunder booms loudly, making me jump. "I-I have to go now. When you're ready to just be with one woman, just give me a call. Hopefully I won't be with someone then, because I would really like to resume what we had in peace." A few tears rolled down Roger's cheek as I picked my bag up, and turned to the door. "W-Wait, Lee, please-" "Goodbye, Roger."