So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury) | Under Construction

Chapter Nine: First

Warning: This chapter will contain minor assault and possibly abuse later on in the story, of you are sensitive to that topic then do not read.

      "Girl, I still cannot believe that he was actually your dad." Joe stated as we made it to my locker. He has been going on about this for the entire morning. I open my locker and we both notice the picture of me and my dad in Barcelona which was quite recent held up there with a magnet. "Ok Joe I get it.  But my father is in every way a normal dad." I said. He gave me a saddened facial expression.

      "I don't know what normal dad is. My mom has raised me by herself since I was born." He said. "Joe I'm really sorry, my wording was very wrong. And if it makes you feel any better, I don't have a mom. Let me just say that my dad is a very normal parent. He takes care of me, makes sure I don't get hurt, and I even get grounded if I do something bad." I explained. "My mom does the same for me. I guess we're even." He said. We hugged. I wanted to hug him and he did the same for me. Even though it has only been a day, he's closer to me then anyone has ever been.

      We separate after a few seconds. "I'm gonna go to my locker, I'll see you in class." He told me. I nodded as I hung up my book bag on the hook. He walked away and I looked into my locker to find my history book. I grabbed that and my notebook titled with my name and "honors world history". I look down at my books until I hear my locker shut. I didn't shut it, someone else did. I glance up and my whole face lights up as soon as I see my gorgeous boyfriend. "Hey Babe." I said then placed a kiss on his cheek. He crossed his arms and leaned against my locker.

      "Hey." He said in a low tone. He seemed upset by something and now I'm concerned. "Baby, what's wrong?" I asked and softly placed my right hand on his cheek. He shoved my hand off with hostility. Now im really concerned. "Don't fucking touch me." He demanded in a smug way. He took out a cigarette and a lighter, he lit the cigarette and inhaled. I noticed that he was staring intently at Ben and Joe who are talking to each other at Joe's locker. "Who are they?" He asked exhaling.

"Ben and Joe." I replied calmly. "How are they apart of your life?" He interrogated. I started to get annoyed with him. "They're my friends. It's not like that." I responded. "That ain't what I heard. I heard you went out on a date with both of them, and you were in a car with carrot top over there." He explained. "Baby it wasn't like that. We were just friends. Yes I was in the car with him because he met my parents. We didn't do anything."I said. "I don't believe that, it sounds like you're just a lying whore." He told me and exhaled smoke and it hit my face.

      "Asher if you love me then trust me! And do not ever call me such a vile name again!" I yelled and I'm surprised that I did not cause a scene in any way. I'm mad now but then I became scared as I feel a sharp pain strike against my face. I place my hand on my left cheek. He then softened his face and I'm pretty sure he realized what he did. "Oh no. Baby I'm sorry, I really am." He said and forced me to hug him. I did nothing in return. He then let me go eventually. "It's ok, I'll call you tonight." I told him and exited. I lied. There is no way in hell that I'm going to call him tonight.

      I'm not ok. I'm dying on the inside. This didn't happen, there is no way that he actually slapped me in the face. It wasn't my fault, right? I hope I didn't do anything wrong. There is just so much going through my head. What got into him to be able to do this? All of this is just shooting through my head as  I make it to Joe's locker. I know that I have a red mark because he hit me so hard. I need Joe's help more than anything right now. "Hey." I greeted shyly. I don't even know if I'm capable of speaking right now. Ben gave me a gaze of concern.

"Tiffany are you ok?!" He questioned concerned. I shook a little bit. "Yeah of course I'm fine. A book just fell on my face. Joe, could you maybe work your magic on me?" I asked. He immediately took out his box of makeup products from his locker. "Of course, come with me." He said and we both walked to the girls bathroom. No One was in here which was good. We stood behind the sinks and he opened this box which was very organized. He had every single shade of foundation there can be. He took out the lightest shade, a flat brush, and an orange sponge.

      He squeezed the foundation onto the brush and then applied it where the redness is. "Tiff, your books didn't fall on your face. What actually happened?" He asked. "Nothing. My books actually fell, can you please just trust me?" I asked now feeling stressed. He sighed and just nodded sheepishly. After only two minutes he was done and I'm amazed by his work. He did such a good job at covering it. I hugged him and I could not thank him enough.

      School was over and I didn't say a word to Joe as he drove me home. Throughout the day I tried my best to stay away from Asher and I asked Joe for a ride. I was not mad at Joe, but I just wanted peace and quiet. I was still not able to speak today and it was hard, being in shock and having to hide it. I thanked Joe for the ride when we got to my house and then I walk into my house. I couldn't tell Freddie or Jim, heck no. I have to keep it to myself. But I can't physically. The first scene I notice is my dad standing in the 
living room and I don't know why. We both stared at each other and he could tell that something was wrong. He's my father and we just have that emotional bond. I ran over and hugged him as tightly as I could and he did the same to me, and from there tears just fell from me and I became vulnerable for the first time in awhile.