The Love You Give. | Roger Taylor ✔️

Being Played. (10)

"Asleep." You said, walking into the kitchen. "Oh thank God! We thought he manipulated you to a threesome." Brian said, putting his hand on his chest. "Ew no!" You said. "They will be sleeping for a long time." Brian said. "Speaking of sleep, we barely got any." John said, looking at Brian and then you. "Why?" You said, sitting down. "You and Roger fought like crazy! We were thinking of calling the cops at one point." Brian said, looking at me like he just saw a ghost. "It wasn't that bad.." You said, fidgeting around in your seat. "Really? Cause we felt like little kids and our parents were arguing about a divorce." Brian said.

-Flashback to the fight-

"You fucking idiot!" You yelled at Roger. "What the hell did I do now?!" He yelled back. "You gave that slut one of my shirts!" You yelled, standing in front of Roger. "No I did not, you're the idiot here! You're bloody blind!" He yelled back at your face. "No! There's an empty hanger right there!" You yelled. "Look harder, lazy!" He yelled, crossing his hands. "Lazy? Are you fucking serious right now? When was the last time you did something useful? That's right, nothing in the last 24 years of your God damn life." You yelled. "I have done plenty of useful things-." He was going to say. "Like what? Had sex with half of U.K?!" You yelled. "You're being fucking ridiculous!" He yelled, getting closer to your face, throwing his hands in the air and walking out of the room. He slammed the door, causing the paintings on the walls to fall and break, making you scream. "Asshole!" You yelled, kneeling down, picking up the painting and seeing a big crack across the art. 

 Roger swung the door opening, making you gasp in slight fear. "Calling me an asshole?" He raised his voice, walking over to you. You stood up. "Of course! That's what you are!" You yelled, looking into his angry blue eyes. "Well that makes the too of us!" He yelled, taking a step closer to you, your jaw dropped. "I dare you to say that again." You yelled. He took another step closer, getting in your face. "You're one too!" He yelled. "Prick!" You yelled, slapping him, making his head turn.

At that moment Brian and John opened the door, seeing the whole slap. They grabbed Roger and walked him outside for a walk.

-End of flashback-

"Stop lying to yourself. It was getting physical." John said. "We're good now though.." You said, trying to reassure yourself. "Hopefully.." John said, sighing and getting up. "Gotta head out, work." John continued, walking out the door. "I have work too." Brian said, walking out the door as well.

-Later on-

You heard little footsteps walking down. As you poured yourself a cup of tea, you looked into the hallway and saw Karen limping slightly. "Are you.." You trailed off. She pointed to her 'lady area' then upstairs. Immediately, it clicked. "Alright!" You shook your head, trying to get the thought out of your head. "He's a beast." She said, putting on her coat and walking out. As soon as she said that, you chocked on your tea. You started gasping for air and constantly coughing.

Roger came down into the kitchen, when he saw you at the sink coughing, he came over to you and started to patting your back. "You alright?" He said, continuing to pat your back. Between coughs, you managed to say: "Yeah, just found out something I could live without."

You got yourself to stop coughing. "I'm gonna go shopping." You said, fixing up your blouse. He nodded.

You locked the door and started walking. You buried your mouth and nose in your scarf and putting your hands in your pockets.

It wasn't that cold, just a habit of yours.

-2 hours later-

You walked out of the store with 4 bags full of groceries. You slowly made your way home, having to stop time to time to take a break.

You opened the door and you could faintly hear sobbing. You took of your coat and shoes and dragged the bags to the kitchen. You saw Veronica. Shocking. You saw her wiping away her tears and all 3 of them fully engaged. She looked at you, with mischief in her eyes. "What the hell.." You said, not finishing your sentence and being cut off by Brian. He started to talk about how she 'broke' up with her boyfriend and how her life is 'falling' apart. You didn't listen nor respond. You just took the groceries out and put them in their places. 

You took out left overs and heated them up. You didn't want to eat at the same table as she was but, you had to sack up and do it. You grabbed the heated up food and placed it next to Brian. You sat down and he kept talking. You kept your focus on the food, still not listening. Veronica must have noticed. "Isn't that right?" She said, sadly. You looked at her. " That you're a cow? Yeah." You said, finishing your food. She started to 'cry'. "She didn't mean it." Roger said, reassuring her. "Say you didn't mean it." Roger whispered. "Hell no. She is one and she knows it." You said, grabbing your plate and putting it in the sink. You walked out and slammed the door.

You put on your coat and walked out of the door.

You walked around the estate a few times, breathing in the slightly warmer air.

After minutes of walking, you decided to walk home. You felt much better, refreshed. You entered the kitchen with a smile, which disappeared as you still saw Veronica there. You turned around and walked up stairs.

After minutes of contemplating, you finally came to the decision, sack up again and let her know she won't get rid of you that easily.

You put on a fake smile and entered the kitchen. "Tea for your.. troubles?" You asked Veronica. "No, Roger already made me tea..Isn't he the sweetest?" She said, smiling at him. "Tea for her? You didn't happen to make tea for me? No, it's fine. She's the center of attention." You said, passive aggressively.

You sat down next to John and tried to pay attention. You tried to speak a few times but they weren't letting you speak. 

"Please lord, tell me she will leave soon."  You thought, sighing out loud. "You alright?" Roger asked. "Yeah, totally fine. Keep talking." You said, scratching your head.