Sheer Heart Attack

Chapter thirty-eight.

"Is Ellie here?" Freddie repeats the question I'm guessingRoger asked him through the phone.

He looks at me and I shake me head no. "Umm, sorry you were cutting out. No, she's not here," he tells him.

"Look, Roger, I have no control over your relationship so don't put this on me dear...Yes...Ok I'll tell you if she stops by," he says then hangs up.

"Thank you, Freddie," I say, releasing a breath of relief. "He's worries sick," he tells me. "Yeah, well he shouldn't have went off on me like that," I huff, crossing me arms.

"He said he's already called Brian and that he's going to call John next," he says. "Of course he's call Brian first," I roll me eyes.

"If he wasn't so damn possessive we wouldn't fight like this," I mumble. "He's only trying to protect you," Freddie says. "Whatever."

"I don't know if this is a good idea," he says, looking around anxiously. "What's not a good idea?" I ask.

"You being here. Roger's going to come looking for you. I know how he is," he explains. "I'm not going back home if that's what you're suggesting," I say.

"Ellie, you can't stay mad forever. You need to talk things out before this gets blown out of proportion," he warns me.

"I dunno Fred. I really don't feel like dealing with him right now," I shake my head. Suddenly, a though comes to my mind.

I remember my mum one time told me to never go to bed mad at someone. That lesson really stuck to me and I always tried to remember it when I'm angry.

Maybe I should try to talk to him. I mean it was a stupid argument. I can't believe I tried to ship him off to anger classes. That would definitely make his anger ten times worse.

"Fine, let's go talk to him," I say. "Lets? I'm not going on there!" Freddie says. I roll my eyes and pull him off the couch.

"Okay, but you have to give me a ride," I tell him.

***

I open the door slowly and peek inside. I do not see Roger so I slowly creep in. "Ellie?" I hear his voice call. Damn it.

"Roger," I say sternly. He comes out from the kitchen and approaches me. "Ellie, I'm sorry," he apologizes.

He wraps his arms around me and rests his head on my shoulder. When he sees that I'm not going to hug him back, he pulls away.

"Let's talk," I say, walking past him and into the living room. I sit on the chair and he sits in the love seat.

"Baby, I'm so sorry I yelled at you," he apologizes again. "Yeah? You should be I huff. "I was only trying to help you. If you would get your head out of your ass you might see that," I tell him, crossing my arms.

I expected him to get angry again but instead, he slumped down in his seat. "Look, I know I'm an ass and that I really don't deserve you, Ellie, but I'm trying my hardest," he says.

"Damn right you don't," I nod my head, making him slump even further and look at the ground. "But I love you," I say. He peeks back up and looks me in the eyes.

"And I shouldn't have suggested those classes for you. I understand why you were upset about that. I'm just afraid you are going to do something you'll regret because you are angry," I add.

"I know. I love that you are always looking out for me, Ellie, but I'm not going to take classes for this," he tells me. "Okay, if that's what you want then I'm fine with," I agree.

"Have we solved this then?" he asks me. "I don't have anything else to say," I shrug my shoulders.

He quickly stands up and pulls me from my chair. He crashes his lips on mine then pulls away. "Let's not fight again. I was so worried about you," he whines.

"Rog, I think its impossible to not fight ever again," I giggle. "Shhh," he shushes me.

"Let's listen to music, love," he suggests. I nod my head, knowing the perfect thing to play.

"Lennon?" Roger asks as the music begins to play. I nod my head and grab a pillow from the couch.

I lay down on the floor and pat the spot next to me. Roger chuckles but gets down with me and lays his head on my stomach.

"Go put a dress on," he says. "Why?" He sits up and leans over me. "I'm taking you out clubbing, love." He pecks my lips then stands up and walks up the steps.

I get up and go to my room to pick up a dress. When I get up there, Roger has already changed into a maroon dress shirt and black jeans.

"Hey hottie," I giggle, walking up to him. "Hey gorgeous he answers back. "Go get dressed, I'll wait for you in the living room," he tells me. He pecks my lips then walks past me and out of the room.

I walk into my closet and pick out a black dress I've been wanting to wear. I slip it on and look in the mirror. It's a shorter dress that hugs my curves, quite scandalous. I'd probably get strange looks from a bunch of old ladies if I ever wore this out.

Good thing we are going to a club. I shrug my shoulders and put on matching black shoes. "Okay, lets go, Roger," I say, walking down the steps.

"Wow, you look hot," he whistles, stopping in front of me. I roll my eyes and push past him. I walk out the doors to the car as he follows behind me.

"Damn," he says under his breath. I turn my head to see his eyes training on my bottom. I smirk and climb in the car, purposely sticking my rear out.

"You look sexy as hell," Roger tells me, taking a seat behind the wheel. He leans over and presses a hot kiss to my lips. I push him away and tell him to drive.

I rest my hand on his thigh as he begins to drive off, glancing at me every now and then with a silly smirk.