It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

I Know I Can't Be True

I sat on the ground, my clothes burned to a cinder, waiting for the car to come and roll down the window. I felt rather embarrassed as my shirt no longer covered my chest and my trousers had a huge hole in the crotch.....

The car stopped in front of me and the window rolled down. A small brown haired girl popped her head out the window. "Woah...." she mumbled. "What happened to you?"

She looked so familiar but I couldn't figure out where I had seen her before.

"Wait," she said. Suddenly her face lit up. "Oh my God!!" She exclaimed. "Its you! It's Roger!"

She jumped out of the car and threw her arms around my neck. I sat, dumbfounded as she hugged me. "Uh, who are you?" I asked.

"You don't remember me?" She asked, looking disappointed. I shook my head. "It's me, Katie."

I thought for a minute. Katie...? I couldn't figute out who she was. "Who?"

"Remember me from the strip club a few years ago....?" She said, seductively in my ear. All of a sudden it came flooding back to me. I cheated on Megan with her.

"Oh right." I said. "I can help you back if you want..." she said, standing up and putting her hand out to me. I took her hand and she helped me up. "Uh yeah, sure thanks." I said.

"But you have to help me...." she whispered. Knowing what she was getting at, I stood back. "No, no, no, no." I said.

"Not that! I need someone to talk to.."

"Oh," I said. "Well, I guess I can talk to you..."

She brought me into the back of her Rolls Royce as her driver started the car. She handed me a glass of champagne.

"My life has just been so hectic," she said. "I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I've got no direction, no job, nothing. I've got no one."

"I'm sure you'll find someone," I told her, sipping champagne.

"Hmm. I don't know. I hope I will. I just hate being so lonely." She said, putting her hand on my thigh. "Oh I'm sorry," she said, taking her hand away. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"It's okay."

We had been driving for a while..... and also drinking for a while. We went through 3 bottles of champagne.... each.

I felt extremely drunk and I knew I needed to get out of there. But I didn't want to. In the heat of the moment and the midst of it all, her lips found mine and they crashed agaisnt each other. I pulled her onto my lap as she kissed me and grinded against my exposed crotch. I pulled her down onto it.

A sudden soberness came over me and I felt so bad. But then she took her top off..... and her bra.

"Lets do it," she said. "For old times sake...."

I looked at her. I hadn't had sex in a long time. I was drunk and horny. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to but then again I didn't.

But, in a move fuelled by champagne, I pinned her down onto the seat of the car and ripped what was left of my clothes off.

I thrusted into her as she moaned loudly. She was a hooker and she knew exactly how to please. She even performed oral on me.....

I kept having sex with her even though I knew it was wrong.

We finished and she lit me a cigarette. I sat smoking for a while with her but I felt extremely guilty. If only I could turn back the clock......

I saw we pulled up to the airport and I jumped out of the car. By this point I was nearly sober. I booked a flight and waited in the airport. I sat, knowing that I was utter scum. I cheated on Megan, my wife, my only love. I knew I could never be true to her.

I sat in the airport, tears rolling down my eyes, wishing I had just kept it in my trousers. I hated myself. I knew I had betrayed her, not once but twice. When would I learn?

The worst part was, Megan loved me so much, and I knew she did. I loved her too, but why did I play her like this. Loathing myself, I boarded the plane, terrified of facing the wife I didn't deserve.