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

Chapter Twenty: What No Daughter Wants To Find Out

Warning: This chapter will involve a touchy subject that you all obviously did not like me involving in chapter two. So if you are sensitive, then maybe skip this chapter. Even though it is kind of important to the plot. Anyways, try to enjoy it as much as you can.

I'm in the library of my house due to boredom. My family does not come in here as often as they used to. Usually it's just me reading, when I have nothing better to do. There is nothing really that good on the bottom shelves. Only what I have read before. I climbed the ladder until I reached the top shelf. I found one book that seemed interesting. I didn't know what it was but it was first edition. So it intrigued me also due to the size. Meaning that it was huge.

I decided to pull it out which was a very big mistake. Only because it had a ripple affect. Few books fell which then caused me to fall. I wasn't hurt too badly, only a bruise on my leg and upper arm where I fell. The ladder was sideways but I managed to put it back in it's place. I was scared to climb that ladder again due to the fear of falling. Im surprised my dad hasn't rushed in here wondering if I was ok. It sometimes annoys me how much he cares.

     Yes I love him, but I don't have to go to the doctor over a headache, or having sex. I thought of this as I stacked up the books that fell from the top shelf and placed them along the floor. I then saw something else. Something that I wouldn't expect to see in my home. Why was a it on my top shelf, hiding in this room? I examine everything with many questions flowing in and out of my head. I do not want to think of the worst case scenario. I try to be optimistic in situations like this, but it never works. And the worst case scenario does happen.

     I pick up only a small part of it which is the boring pamphlet. There was quite a bit of paperwork attached to all of this and I don't even want to look. There's a phone in this room and I rush over to it. Trying to hold back my tears. "Hey Joe, it's Tiff. Please come get me, we need to meet at Ben's place." I told him then hung up knowing that he would be here any minute. I ran into my room and grabbed my usual black purse. I stuffed the huge paper that is folded up into my bag and then go downstairs.

     I see my dad sitting on the couch with three of the cats and I wanted to cry as soon as I saw him. I can't though, he can't suspect a thing. "Hey dad. I'm going to Ben's house. I'll be back at around five." I told him when tightening the grip of the strap of my purse. "Ok that's fine." He said as I began to walk away. Stopped right in my path. I ran back because the reality hit me that there is a possibility that I might not see him again. I hugged him tightly as soon as I got to the couch area. "I love you." I said while holding him. He giggled. "I love you too." He said cheerfully. "I'll be home earlier, four thirty." I said then ran out of my house.

     I stepped into Joe's car and he knew that there was something wrong with me. "Just drive. I'll tell you everything when we get to Ben's place." I said. The car ride was silent as I continued to try and hold back tears. We made it there and I got to the third floor where he lived as quickly as possible. I pounded on his door until he answered shirtless. He then started to become worried. Even more than Joe most likely. I stepped in and Joe followed into his living room.

     They both were standing along the coffee table as I pulled out the pamphlet and threw it onto the table. They both studied it briefly. "Why do you have a pamphlet on information about AIDS?" Ben asked. "It's not mine! My dad had it in our house and I'm worried!" I ranted. "Where did you find it?" Joe asked. "The library. But it was in between bookshelves so he was obviously hiding it!" I panicked.

      "Tiffany calm down. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding. Maybe he's just researching it to try and be safe." Joe tried to suggest but that is obviously impossible. Ben gave him a look like he was dumb. My eyes began to water when I placed my hands on the back of my head. "No! Im terrified right now! Do either of you understand that?! My dad is dying!" I yelled out. That's when it finally hit me. I began to sob and I was on the verge of having a mental breakdown. Ben hugged me as tightly as he could. I did the same in return and continued to cry. "It should be me instead. It should be me." I chanted softly. "No Tiff, don't say that." Ben whispered and Joe decided to join in from behind me.

Freddie's POV

     "Babe you need to get the fuck in here!" Jim yelled from the library. Oh shit. I knew that Tiff was in there not too long ago. So what the hell did she do now? She ruined the piano room when she was six and she hasn't been allowed in there since. I have a sign on the door that strictly says: "keep Tiffany out".  I run up there and I see that the room is completely fine. So what's wrong? "You will not like this." Jim said while crouched down onto the floor and picked something up.

     He then approached me and handed it to me. Fuck.  No. This is not the right time that this is supposed to happen. I did not want to have this talk with her. I knew that there was something wrong when she came down stairs. It's going to break my heart to tell her, and even worse I'm going to break her heart. I begin to have tears fall down my cheeks. "I'm scared to tell her. But now I have to, she's scared." I said and then I coughed for about five seconds.

     "It's going to be ok though. You knew that it had to be done." Jim said. I sigh and then nod trying to calm myself down. "I'm going to go pick her up. I want to get it over with at least." I said and tried to walk about. But then Jim stopped me. Why does he always do this, I know what I'm doing. "Wait until she gets here." He stated. I groaned. And then a wave of anxiety came to me when hearing the front door open.

Author's Note: So, I almost cried in the process of writing this.