It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

I Wasn't Watching For The Danger Signs

I knew overreacting would upset Megan, so instead I just pulled her into a hug and she started sobbing again.

"When did it happen?" I asked, fearing it was before the twins were born so there could be a possibility they were his.

"Just a little while after Luke and Eoin were born... a few days before the crash..."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why did you go in the car with him then?" I asked her and she took her head from my chest, frowning at me.

"Sorry.."

"Because he promised we wouldn't talk about it ever again."

"He took advantage of you Megan!" I yelled.

I stood up and started pacing around the kitchen.

"Why is he being let out of prison?!" I thought out loud, putting my head in my hands.

I turned around and looked back at Megan. She needed me more than ever right now.

I sat beside her again and hugged her.

"Where did it happen?" I asked, a cry catching in my voice, praying it wouldn't be our house.

"Here." She whispered.

"In the kitchen?" I asked, looking around and shuddering.

"No.... our bedroom.."

"What!?" I asked, standing up, again.

I ran up the stairs and starting ripping the sheets off our bed.

"Roger... Roger ... Roger! Stop!" Megan said, grabbing my arms and I fell on the bed with defeat.

"I've changed the sheets since then. I changed them the second he left."

"I can't imagine anyone hurting you like that. It's my fault. I wasn't here for you."

"Roger don't say that. We were fighting, I started it."

"But I left." I said.

She put her head down and sat on the bed, and I copied her.

"I'm going to that fucking courthouse right now and I'm demanding a trial!" I suddenly said.

"No! Roger, please don't." She said, taking my hands and begging me.

"I have to."

I left the house and jumped into my car, speeding down the road.

**Megan's POV**

It felt so good to finally get it out of my system: I had no more secrets now. But life was now going to become unbearable, firstly because Ben was being released and secondly because Roger was going to make things worse.

I didn't want another trial. No one would believe me, or care.

I sat on our bed, thinking about all the horrible things Ben had done to me there.

One thing Roger didn't know was that Ben hadn't only done this to me once, it was a reoccurring thing. He did it all the time.

I remembered how the kids would be asleep in bed late at night or early in the morning and Ben would have his hand over my mouth, suffocating me. The twins would be screaming to be fed, but Ben would make me stay and fulfill all his needs while I was being tortured, physically and mentally.

When the car crash happened that time, I wished and hoped that I would die in hospital, that this would all end.

When I opened my eyes and saw Roger, I felt every desire to stay.

But now, he wasn't enough. He was a lot, but not enough. Ben was going to be coming back into our lives, whether we wanted him to or not.

We would see him around town, in shops. No matter where we went we would be reminded of him.

Every night when I got into that bed I was reminded of him.

I couldn't let that happen. Roger could protect the kids, for it wasn't Roger that Ben would want, it would be me.

I felt an overwhelming surge in my heart and a harsh realisation in my brain.

I got out a pen and piece of paper, and began writing.

**Rogers POV**

"What do you mean you can't put him back on trial!? That psycho raped my wife!" I screamed at the clerk.

"Sir, please, calm down. Unless we have the victim here, we cannot act on her behalf."

"So I need to get her and bring her here? Cause her even more stress?"

"Well, if you want justice..."

I frowned and turned around, pushing the door open and heading out to my car.

I got in and punched the steering wheel. It was a terrible, terrible mistake to let that freak back into our lives the first time. Now he was back. I was scared of how Megan was going to cope. She was terrified of me even, how would she react when Ben was a free man?

I turned the radio up and tried to clear my head as I drove back to my house. I was never, ever sleeping in that bed again. To think I had for so long made me sick. We would buy a new one.

Maybe we didn't need a new bed. Maybe we needed a new house, a new life. It was the only option that guaranteed everything would be okay. I immediately thought of Germany. That's where we were recording. It would work out perfectly.

I sighed and opened the front door once I reached the house. It was quiet and I assumed Megan was asleep. She didn't get much sleep the night before.

I boiled the kettle, made tea how she liked it and walked quietly up the stairs.

Our bedroom door was closed. I gently opened it and placed the cup on the nightstand.

"Babe?" I asked, taking my shoes off so I could get in beside her and make her feel safe, what she needed.

I didn't get an answer. She must have been in a deep sleep.

"Megan?" I asked.

I gently turned her head to face forward and she still didn't wake up.

"Megan?" I asked, getting flustered.

"Megan!" I ripped the bed cover off and fell to my knees as I saw an empty bottle of paracetamol in her hand.