Drowse - First Season - Finished

Chapter 25 - Listen to the voice of your heart, Helena / December 1973.

POV Helena

I listened to Roger's accusations that I was going to sell the painting with his self-portrait. I had to say something. Clare looked at me discreetly. Then I had an idea:

"You're crazy that I'm going to sell you a painting, with a self-portrait of your Roger." I will not make any money at your expense, but the fruit of my labor, "she said indignantly. "If you want you can sue me, go ahead." I painted her self-portrait because Clare asked.

Everyone was looking at me. Roger looked at me suspiciously.

"I really asked Helena to do her self-portrait, Rog," Clare said, helping me. "I found your picture so beautiful that I wanted a painting. And Helen did.

I do not know if Roger had believed this conversation, but when he told me he would sue me, he hurt me a lot. My eyes filled with tears.

"Then I want to apologize, if I said something wrong," Roger said, looking at me.

"I would never sell a picture of you, with your self-portrait, I'm not an opportunist," I said to him and a tear fell from my face.

I let go of Brian, because I was holding him. I let go of my boyfriend and ran to my room and locked the door and cried silently to the floor.

Shortly after, I hear someone knocking on the door.

"I want to be alone," she said, crying. "I do not want to talk to anyone.

"Helena, please, my love, open the door," Brian said. "Roger wants to talk to you.

"I want him to go to hell!" She said in anger, crying. "I do not want to talk to him."

I get up and go to my bed and cry softly and fall asleep.

POV Roger

Shit. I said shit, I overreacted. As much as I'm very hurt with Helena, I've never stopped loving her. I love Helena, more than my own life. I have not forgotten her yet and I think I will never forget her. I realized how hurt she was by my words. She went to her room and locked the door. As much as we're no longer friends, I wanted to apologize to her, from what I said. I told Brian to talk to her first. Brian knocked on his bedroom door.

"I want to be alone," she said, crying. "I do not want to talk to anyone.

"Helena, please, my love, open the door," Brian said. "Roger wants to talk to you.

"I want him to go to hell!" She said in anger, crying. "I do not want to talk to him."

Brian looked at me sadly and shrugged. Once again I hugged Freddie, wishing him a happy birthday and then hugged my sister and said to her:

"I'm leaving, I have nothing else to do here. I did not know that you had given a negative copy of the photo, so Helena could do a self-portrait of me at your request.

"I did not tell you before, my brother, because I wanted to surprise you. The picture she painted was beautiful, "Clare said sadly.

- I said what I should not. It's enough for me to be hurt, now Helena is, "he said thoughtfully.

"Helena did not expect you to say that you would sue her, or that she would sell the self-portrait and get your money at your expense. It was you who hurt Helena this time, "Clare said sadly to me.

I hug Clare and kiss her cheek, without saying anything else. I leave the apartment quickly, not talking to anyone else. I feel terrible. I got in my car and drove at high speed towards my apartment.

The next few days passed quickly. On September thirteen the boys and I played at the Golders Green Hippodrome in London to make an appearance on the BBC In Concert show. My studies in Molecular Biology in Master's have started. And the boys and I rehearsed with the band, upcoming shows, pubs and universities, and Trident was looking for places we could play. The musical magazine Record Mirror interviewed us and I said that the work for the next Queen album was going well, as long as we managed to get our egos out of control.