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

Chapter Nineteen: Tested

I am now wide awake as the sun shines brightly through the window. I don't remember being here. Why am I here? I begin to almost panic as I look out the window. Only because I am very scared of heights and we are on the fifth floor. I sigh and then shortly realize that I have no clothes on. I panic as I rip off the bed sheet and see a full head of long dark brown hair that would've originally been laying next to me. I cover myself as quickly as I can as he wakes up. My memory is beginning to come back. Which is good or else he was going to get his ass beat.

It all came to me almost too quickly. This is three of the five Menudo member's hotel room. After Sergio and I did some quick stuff in the bathroom, we left there with Ricky and Ruben, who is only two years younger than both of them. Then we went to the hotel room and smoked about a pound of weed. We also played strip monopoly with Joe and Ricky. Im pretty sure we lost so then Sergio and I went to bed and did some, stuff. Holy shit. I'm not a virgin anymore.

Sergio and I stare at each other and I noticed that he had really pretty eyes. "Hey. Good morning." I said nervously. He smiled. "Hi." He said and started to out his clothes back on. "Where are my clothes?" I asked while grasping onto the sheet of the bed. He pointed towards a pile of clothes toward the bathroom door. I ran over there and he was right. The only way I was able to tell that they were my clothes was by the yellow shirt. I put that on first with my bra before obviously. Then my pants and I was quickly dressed. He stayed in his boxers because he practically lives here. "So, last night." I began and he raised an eyebrow.

     "What about it?" He asked. "It was a great experience that my dad is going to kill me about. So thank you very much." I chuckled. "No problem. I enjoyed as well, you're beautiful. You should model." He told me while laying back down on his bed. I laughed and grabbed my bag. "My dad would never let me do that. He's been in the spotlight for a long time, and doesn't want that life for me." I admitted and I said too much. Fuck. I was supposed to keep my identity a secret. I mean how can I do that? I look just like him and I've been seen around with him before. I remember the last time we were seen physically together in public when the paparazzi invaded our privacy.

Flashback, 1984

     I was twelve. My dad and I exited a bookstore because my love for reading really did come around at that time.  Only had a few books in three bags. Ten books total. Ok my dad got paid the day prior and he wanted to treat me. No, I'm not spoiled. As we were walking on the sidewalk, I grabbed my dad's hand. All three bags in the other hand. I still held my dad's hand at the time because he was all I really had and I still was young. He looked down at me and smiled. I looked up at him and smiled back. He wore casual clothes and that was very rare at the time.

     I then saw the flash of a camera. Then another one after that and I began to have a form of anxiety. I look up to see a group of about five or more people with large cameras in hand. There was more people with cameras. I was hoping that this wouldn't happen because this has happened before whenever I have been around my dad. One person was specifically taking pictures of me. Freddie glared at that person and gripped onto my hand even tighter. We began to walk faster and the paparazzi followed along with us.

       "Freddie, what have you been working on lately?" The one that specifically was taking pictures of me asked him. "Do not fucking talk to me or take pictures of me while I am with my daughter!" Freddie yelled. We walked even faster and I couldn't even keep up. "Wait but answer our questions!" Another person yelled and we made it to the car. "Fuck off!" My dad yelled as we got into the car.

Present day, 1987

     "Who's your dad?" Sergio wondered. I dozed off of my trance thinking about the scary event. Shit. I didn't want him to ask this question though. Can I trust him not to exploit me out to the public? I don't know. I guess I can. He wouldn't want to ruin his career. And I think that I could trust him. "Freddie Mercury." I revealed. He went wide eyed and then laughed. "No way. I don't believe you." He said. I rolled my eyes and then walked out and into the living room. I see Ricky in the kitchen area wearing boxers and cooking something. "What's up Tiff!" He greeted enthusiastically.