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

Chapter Ten: Second

I kept my mouth shut. I could never be able to tell my parents something like that. Especially Freddie. I never would get Freddie involved in my drama unless if I really wanted to fuck some shit up. I don't want to hurt anyone or ruin any lives. Yes, that is how extreme my dad can get. I manage to hide it and the red mark ended up going away at the end of the day. Am I going to be safe going to school?

I'm not going to get hurt right? I need to stop. It's school, of course I am safe there. I sigh as I put on my uniform and grab my book bag. I ran down the stairs as I heard the car horn blow from outside. Freddie and Jim were both sitting in the living room drinking tea as they usually do every morning. "Bye guys Joe is here!" I yelled and continued to run towards the front door. "Goodbye darling, and stop running in the house!" My dad said. I smirked as I opened the door.

I got into Joe's beat up car and closed the door to the passenger seat. Joe then took out a box of donuts. It's was huge and I wondered why it was so huge. "Oh thank you."I said then picked out a glazed donut. "Take as many as you want. I'll give the leftovers to Ben." He said. "Why does Ben get the whole box?" I asked and chuckled. He looked slightly sad. I knew that I was going to get some form of a story here. "Ben's family disowned him, when they first moved here from, I think Finchley and the east side, so his life has always been hard. Then he got kicked out of his own house three years ago." Joe began. I was shocked. Ben doesn't seem at all like the type to go through dramatic events like that. He has a very strong exterior.

I sit there and I want Joe to finish before I comment on anything. "But Ben doesn't quit. He got about three jobs and was able to get himself an apartment. He pays for everything now. His apartment, everything in his apartment, such as the phone, bed, clothes, and sometimes food. He even pays for his car and that's saying a lot. I grocery shop for him though. The main thing I can say about Ben is that he's a hustler." Joe explained. "Yeah I agree. I'm proud of him, he's making a life for himself." I said. He nodded agreeing with me.

Before I knew it we made it to school. We both got out of the car and I have to say that we had stares. People knew who I was and who I was dating. I went to a relatively small school and word gets around very quickly. Shit. They're all now probably going to get the wrong idea and Joe caught onto that. In a joking way, he placed his arm around my shoulders. I pushed him off and laughed. "Stop it!"I laughed. He giggled and sarcastically shoved me. He even grabbed my hand. I'm now worried about people actually getting the wrong ideas. If only he knew what my actual situation was.

       We made it to the curb and released hands. Joe was intending on just teasing people but now I see a few trying to approach me. Just don't make eye contact and they will leave you alone. That sounds about right. "Joe!" Both him and I hear a feminine voice yell. Patricia was sitting on the bench with a few of her friends and she genuinely looked happy to see him. I wonder if she hates me because of what Alex says about me. He's probably been the one spreading rumors about me in the first place. He might have even been the reason why Asher slapped me yesterday. 

      It's just a theory, I shouldn't blame someone else for the shit that I go through. Besides it was all my fault. Joe left me and I understand because him and Patricia have gotten a lot closer throughout the first day. I walk in and i bolted to my locker. I did not want to talk to anybody or answer any questions. If I think this is bad, I can't imagine what my dad goes through whenever he is out on public. I took out my supplies for history class and my locker shut on it's own once again. Shit. Flashbacks of what happened yesterday is all that can fill my mind.

      I was wrong. My locker didn't shut on it's own, it was my boyfriend once again. I hugged my books closer to my chest. "Hi." I greeted timidly. I didn't want to see him again, not today. I need to take a break from him and it needs to be said to him now. I should just try to be as nice as I can when saying it. "You didn't call last night, you said you were." Asher said. I looked down. "I'm really sorry. I was tired and I went to sleep after I did my homework, I didn't even eat dinner." I explained. He rolled his eyes. "Bullshit." He said. I rolled my eyes. I have to tell him now.

      "Asher. You know that I love you, and I really do care about you. But it's crazy how things have gone down hill so quickly and it's bad for both of us. I think that we need to take a break." I explained as lightly as I could. Asher is now enraged and I can tell. He crossed his arms and glanced over at Joe. "It's that hoe over there isn't it?" He asked. "Joe is not a hoe." I told him. "Well it rhymes, and if the shoe fits. Plus he was screwing around with both you and Patricia, he's a hoe in my book." He said. I almost wanted to laugh because he's such a hypocrite and he's wrong. Which one is funnier, I don't know.

      "He's my friend. That's all we are. And if anyone is a hoe it's you! You cheated on me once, and I caught you checking out so many girls over the summer!" I ranted. Now I noticed that he is even more angry now that I am holding him responsible. I'm pretty sure that he saw red. I didn't expect this to happen to me so quickly, almost too similar to the last time. But I can tell that it is going to be worse.

      I wanted to run but I didn't have time. His hand was already in my thick hair and he was dragging me under the stairs. I wanted to scream but it's so loud and nobody could hear me. I then could feel three punches to my face. Not slaps, punches. It was painful, very painful. Each punch hurt just as equally as the one before. He raised his fist again for a forth punch, but I'm not going to let that happen. This is the only defense that I really know, or that I am strong enough for. I kick him in the crotch and make a run for it.

      I'm sure that I look terrible now, so of course I have to go back to the one and only Joe. I grab my books from the floor and run to Joe's locker where Patricia was as well. Even she looked concerned which surprised me. "Oh my goodness are you ok?!" She question. I nodded and smiled even though I was sobbing on the inside. "I'm fine, i just fell down the stairs. So Joe, could you help me again?" I asked. He sighed as if he knew that I wasn't telling the truth. "Tiff, this is the last time I'm going to touch up your face." He said as he looked at the dark purple bruise along my cheek. I nodded agreeing and then we made our way to the bathroom once again.