Good Company - Queen Fanfiction

Chapter 11

March 26th, 1979

"Alex, have you even been listening? I was asking whether you would consider living with me and Paris permanently," he says, looking a bit hurt and angry.

"Sorry, I keep getting distracted with how things have been at work."

"It's always about work with you today, Alex," he says exasperatedly.

"Pardon me?"

"You've been stressing out about your work a lot this afternoon and I just wanted to have a good last day here. Is that too much to ask of you?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? You are telling me that I make everything about work. I've barely seen you in the last couple of months because everything is 'oh work this' and 'oh work that'. I tried so hard for so long to pretend that it would be fine and you were just trying to get yourself in a better position for the both of us. But no. I swear you must love your fucking job more than you love me. You used to try so hard to spend every moment you had with me and now I barely see you. I got fired, okay? I am terrified that I am going to end up couch surfing if I don't get another job soon enough. I couldn't even bring myself to tell you really why I got to come home early. When you get like this I just wish it really was your last day. Ever. It's been a long time since I've been alone, but sometimes I wonder if that'd be better," I say absolutely fuming.

"Alex. I am so, so sorry. I had no idea that this is what it's beco..."

"Stop Marc. Okay? Just stop. I am going to Carrie and Heather's place. You can get yourself a ride to the airport," I say grabbing my coat and shoes. I run out the door, past Carrie and Heather's place and I just keep going.

I slow down to a walk and go around Kensington. All of a sudden I notice all the happy couples walking around, holding hands. I feel envy burning inside me that I can't control. Angry, bitter tears are welling up in my eyes and spilling down my cheeks. I am walking fast, but still don't get back to Carrie and Heather's place for half an hour.

As I arrive at their front step and the tears from before have dried and my eyes are sore and swollen. I knock on their door and it opens almost immediately, as if they have been expecting me, and they pull me inside and wrap me in a big. warm group hug.

"Alex, you don't have to explain. You don't have to talk about it, you don't even have to think about it, okay?" Carrie says, squeezing me even tighter. Heather lets go and glances at my face. She immediately disappears into the kitchen and I can hear her opening drawers and searching through their cutlery drawer. Carrie lets go of me to and brings me down to the couch and pulls me in for a hug.

"Do you want me to explain why we're so prepared for your arrival?" Carrie asks with her arm around my shoulder. I shrug my shoulders and lean into her.

"I'll give you a brief summary. About half an hour ago Marc came rushing into the house asking where you were. We had no idea, but he kept saying "she definitely said Carrie and Heather's". Obviously that kind of franticness from Marc is pretty out of the ordinary, so we asked what the issue was. He divulged a bit and said you two had gotten into an argument. Heather pressed him on what it was about and now we know exactly what's happened. He's gone back to your flat now I think and he asked for us to bring you back once you were okay."

My eyes widen as she says all of this. I can't go back home now. I'm done with pretending everything's okay.

"Don't worry. We aren't sending you back home once we've got you cleaned up. No way. Not after that story. I'll go see if Heather has your stuff ready," Carrie says as she gets up and goes to the kitchen. They come back shortly after with a tray that has an ice pack, damp tea bags, cucumber slices, chocolate and a huge glass of water.