Too Much Love Will Kill You

Second Chapter

March 15th, 1991; Saturday (that night)

Anita's P.O.V

"Brian! Where are you? Are you here yet?" I shout out from the threshold, but as I get no answer, I step inside and I call my husband one more time. "Brian? Are you there? Answer me!"

"Hi, Mrs. Dobson. Are you looking for Mr. May? He has just left. He told me he will sleep somewhere else." Mrs. Hughes, our maid, interrupts my yelling with these shocking news. My face falls to the floor. What the hell... Brian really left me. I mean, I told him to do so, but I didn't think he'd have the guts to. Why would he be so eager to leave the house? It hasn't been even two hours since our falling out. What if he has a backdoor woman? No, he wouldn't... Would he? After all, he's famous, rich and not that ugly at all. Sure! How have I been so naive? But if I ever get my hands on the bitch, I'm going to murder her!

"Where did he go to?" I demanded.

"I don't know, Mrs. Dobson. He didn't tell me anything about his whereabouts. He only said he would call on the phone later on so that I could send his personal stuff to his new address."

"His new address? Then he wants to be outside of this house permanently?!" I couldn't believe that! Who does he think that he is? We've been together for six years. He isn't getting rid of me in two hours.

I only had to think. If I were Brian May where would I go to? College? He's been spending a lot of time there lately. No, no! Not there at all. What would he do there? Tell his principle about our wrecked marriage? That's unlikely of him. C'mon, it can't be that hard! He doesn't even know plenty of places. What about the guys? Sure, the guys! They've been only talking to each other for business purposes, but he doesn't have any other friends.

I run to the telephone. I dial everybody's numbers, but nothing. My last option now is to call Roger, from all of the guys he's the closest to Brian. Before he got married, they used to hang out quite a lot, so there's a huge chance that Brian is at his house. I dial the number to his house and I wait not so patiently for someone to answer. By the third ring, someone picks up from the other side.

"Hello, Roger?" I ask shyly. We're not that close, I've only met him a handful of times.

"Hello, who is it?" A tipsy voice demands roughly. That alarms me a bit.

"It's Anita, Roger." It only could be him 'cause there weren't any other men living at his house as far as I know. "I'm sorry to call you like this, but I need a favor from you." I hear some babbling in the background. It sounds like he has put his hand over the speaker to speak to somebody else.

"Ok, what do you want? I don't wanna be rude, but I'm a tad busy right now..." I don't know Roger, but I know he's not rude. Someone is telling him to avoid me.

"I'd like to know if Brian is with you." I say firmly. Once more, I hear that shuffling sound of someone whispering in the background and the speaker being covered. By now, he doesn't even need to tell me where Brian is; I know he's at his place.

"No, he isn't at my place. I have some guests over though. If that was all, I'll have to hang up." Liar.

"Ok, you've already helped me way more than you think. Bye, Roger." I hang up the phone and I go grab my car keys. Brian'd better be ready.

Roger's P.O.V

"Shit, shit, shit!! She knows! Now she knows where I'm at! I'm dead! I wasn't planning a face to face break-up now!" Brian is pacing around the room with his fingers tangled to his mound of hair like a man that is supposed to be hung soon.