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I8I - Where's Roger

Brian's P.O.V--
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"Do you guys know where Roger is? He's thirty minutes late." John inquired facing me and Freddie as his bass was hung around his shoulder.

Freddie shook his head. "He hasn't talked to me since Friday."

I don't say a word, trying to write things into my notebook but all I could think about was Roger. Everything must've went well with Luke. Roger probably didn't have the time to call me, but I would assume we would have known that today was a work day. Or at least called in the studio to tell us.

The room suddenly grew silent. I look up from my book to see the boys looking at me. "What? Why are you guys looking at me?"

"When was the last time to saw Rog?" Freddie asked, sitting next to me.

I look back at my notebook and continue writing. "Yesterday."

"Where do you think he is now?"

"Wish I knew."

I spoke quietly, which threw the boys off. Roger is probably still asleep, thinking about Luke. He hasn't talked to me since yesterday after I dropped him off at the restaurant. "Should we all go to his flat?" John suggested.

You know what, we might as well check up on him. It's 11 a.m, he should be awake.

Freddie and I agree and we get into my car and I drive down to Roger's home flat.

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I knock a couple times on Roger's door as the other two boys stood behind me. "Rog? It's us. Brian and the boys."

There was no answer, which seemed to bother all three of us. I knock a few more times but louder. "Roger??"

I heard a loud bang noise come from the inside his room. I turn around to see what Fred and Deaky thought and they were looking back and forth. Finally, the door started to unlock and it opened enough for Roger to see us and we can fully see his head.

"H-hey guys. Whatchya need?" A raspy-voiced Roger spoke.

Immeteatly I notice something's wrong, and I'm sure all three of us do. There were dark bags under his eyes and his hair was crazier than usual, he seemed to be wearing a plain black t-shirt and sleep wear pants. He pretty much looked sick, mentally sick.

"We were supposed to meet in the studio an hour ago at this point-" I check my watch as I speak.

"Sorry guys, I just don't f-feel well."

"Is everything alright, Rog?" Freddie asked walking up a bit to he next to me.

Roger nodded, "Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine. We can start in a few days or something."

John cleared his throat and crossed his arms, "May we come in?"

Roger panicked right there in the spot. "Um.. give me a second to tidy up." And with that, he shut the door.

I step back to be able to talk to both the boys. "What do you guys think?"

"There's something wrong." Freddie said. I nod in agreement. Whatever it was, we were going to help him through it no matter what.

Or maybe we're just overreacting, he probabaly just has the Flu or something. At least I hope that's all that's wrong.

A couple minutes pass and Roger opens the door all the way this time. "Come in." He says and walks off, leaving the door open for us to come in. We all walk in and I shut the door as I'm last behind the other two.

As we all walked inside, Roger was stuttering and quick with his words.

"W-would you guys like some tea or something? Maybe c-coffee? Anything? Maybe you guys want a p-pillow for the couch? I have water too! I have-"

"Roger! Just some tea would be fine." Deaky addressed with a defensive look. I look at Roger who fake giggled after what John said. "Okay." He then strolled off into the kitchen.

"Roger who?" Freddie whispered.

We all go to sit down onto Roger's sofa.

Maybe I should pull him over myself and confront him on my own. Perhaps he would feel more comfortable talking to one of us than three of us. Or maybe I can ask Luke a few questions to see if he has anything to do with Roger or he knows at least.

I lean back all the way back into the sofa and take a breath in. I miss the old Roger. The one that would've probably made some joke about one of our outfits as soon as we walked through the door as we're all tired as he'll wearing sleep clothes, the one who would tell us everything.

All three of us stayed quiet and thought our own little things in our heads. Wish I knew what the other's were thinking. We are going to have to see what Roger has to say to truly know if something's actually up. We can't just make assumptions right off the bat. We need proof.

We heard footsteps come into the room. "You guys at a funeral or something?" Roger joked while walking into the room with two cups of tea.

It's pretty much a funeral if you think about it.

We all laugh and then Roger gives one cup to John and then one to Freddie. I quickly notice and make a joke. "Forget about somebody, Rog?" I laugh.

Roger grinned at me but then put on a serious look. "Actually I wanted to talk to you. Alone."

I make a confusing look and Roger giggled, "You'll get your tea afterwards."
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Roger locked the bathroom door behind him as I stood there and carefully placed my hands on my hips. Roger turned around but was glaring at the floor while speaking.

"Bri, I need someone to talk to about something. And you're the first person that came to mind-"

"Rog, just because I'm a boy doesn't mean I want to know about your penis."

Roger snickered and pushed my shoulder, "I'm serious."

"Ok. Ok. What is it?"

Roger opened his mouth, and closed it, then opened back up again widely, then closed it again. He finally looked up and his blue eyes looked straight into my hazel ones, almost giving me goosebumps. He looked like a saddened doll.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone, confront anyone, or be disgusted with me."

This confuses me, why would I be disgusted with Roger? Nothing is more disgusting than the things he does when he's drunk.

"I promise."

"You swear on your curls?"

"I swear on my life."

Roger looked down again and took a deep breath, warming the air of the tiny bathroom. "So, after me and Luke's date...he took me to his house.."

Seems normal so far..

"Go on.."

"And..." Roger stopped speaking and tangled his hands in front of himself.

"What happened? Did he reject You? Did he make fun of You? Did he-"

"Brian, he raped me."