It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

Any Man Who Dares Abuse My Trust

January 2nd 1973

**Megan's POV**
After being in the hospital for a few weeks after, I was finally releasedwith strict orders to rest and not do any physically challenging activities for 4 to 6 months. 1 year had passed and I was feeling much better so I returned to work. I still had off days, that was normal but my overall health was not affected.

My only problem was I snapped at people a lot, especially Roger. I couldn't figure out why. I just seemed to go for him no matter what he said. He blamed my injury but I always felt guilty. We were fighting more than ever now and I was scared he would leave me. But Roger, being Roger was always loyal to me. No matter what happened Roger stuck by me and even following my constant moodiness towards him, we were closer than ever, emotionally. We hadn't done anything but sleep in bed since my injuries. I was worried that might have an effect on Roger because he liked our intimate moments. However whenever I wanted to make love he would refuse as he said he couldn't bring himself to do it because of my injuries.

Two years had passed and he still refused to do anything along those lines with me. I decided to try again one night, the day after new years, New year, New start.

I went to bed at around 11 and waited for Roger to come home from a night in the studio recording his first album with his band, Queen. They had found a bass player of the name John Deacon whom I hadn't met yet. Roger was out till 12 that night seeing as I was flying home to see my parents for the first time since I was 18. I went to the bathroom when I heard him coming in to freshen myself up and fix my hair so I would be as appealing as I could to him. I decided to wait in the bathroom till he was settled to surprise him.

After waiting about 5 minutes I walked over to the bedroom door, but I stopped in my tracks as I heard him talking to someone. I couldn't distinguish who it was because it was muffled. I took a deep breath and walked in. There I saw Roger, wearing only a shirt having sex with a brown haired girl. She was whisper-screaming his name, so I wouldn't hear. His face was buried in her hair, like he did to me. Her arms were around his waist pulling him inside of her. He was kissing her neck, face and moving slowly further down her body. I couldn't bear to watch anymore. "ROGER!" I screamed at him. He shot up and jumped off the girl. He pulled his trousers on quickly. The girl jumped off the bed and tried to leave the room, but I blocked door. I was infuriated. I stared at her. I looked over at Roger and saw the look of shame on his face. I put my hands to my face and slid down the wall, crying. Crying because I slowly felt all my love for him slip away. There was no love for him left. I couldn't look at him. He was nothing to me. I looked at the girl again. "You get out of here and you never ever come back near me or Roger ever again! Understand?" I screamed at her. She nodded, turning red. I moved closer to her and slapped her hard across the face. She ran out the door. Roger came over to me. I slapped him too. "Don't you dare even think about showing up here tomorrow or ever again! Get out of my sight! NOW!" I screamed. He rubbed his cheek where I had slapped and walked over to the closet to get clothes. I watched him with complete disgust. Not one cell in my body had any sympathy or love for him. I didn't love Roger Meddows Taylor anymore.

He left the room crying. I closed the door behind him and cried myself to sleep that night.

Title came from Seven Seas of Rhye.