Daughter Of A Queen

Under Pressure

Hey guys just a few things I wanted to make clear before I started this chapter! Betee is pronounced "beetee" it is hindi for daughter, just thought it would be a cute pet nickname for her to have!! Also since this is in the 70s-80s there is going corporal punishment in this story, however im not going to focus on that it will only be in it a few times. So if you don't like don't read! Love you guys!!

Rosalie's P.O.V
"Papa!" I yelled holding onto my aching hand. I heard the piano stop, "What is it Darling?!" Freddie called up to me, "Where do we keep the bad aids?" I asked searching through the cabinet in the bathroom. "Why love what did you do?" His voice sounded worried as I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. He popped his head in the door way and I turned to face him, "It was your bastard cat." I said nastily. Freddie came towards me and held my hand ticking to himself, "now why would any of my angels do anything like that? Hmm?" he asked with an amused tone looking at my hand, I scoffed as he began rummaging through the closet. "Where the hell- ah here it is," He turned and I saw he had found the damn band aids, "here, let me help you," he offered as I struggled to get it open with one hand.  "Thank you," I stated after the band aid was placed on my hand. Freddie placed his arm on my shoulder and lead me down stairs, my eyes immediately were drawn to the bottle of alcohol that was resting by the piano, I didn't like him drinking this much, and he knew that, but I didn't dare try to throw it away, last time I tried that, things did not end pretty. "Which cat bit you Betee?" Freddie asked snapping me out of my thoughts. "Delilah." I growled out bitterly, "I hate that cat and she hates me. She's a demon I swear it." Freddie chuckled poking my nose, "She's my demon." I glared at the pussy cat who happened to stroll past rubbing against Freddie's leg, almost like she was taunting me. Freddie let go of me and picked up Delilah cooing to her while taking her to the other room. The door opened and I heard the voice of Paul, "Hello? Anyone home?" I cringed. I didn't like Paul, I mean he seemed nice, but something about him just bothered me, and I wasn't alone in thinking that, no one liked Paul, not even Brian and he liked everybody. Paul popped his head in the room I was in, "Hello little Rose," he said ruffling my hair as he walked past. I bit my tongue and stopped myself from saying some very unladylike things that were on the verge of pouring out. If I slipped up just once with Paul there would be hell to pay with Freddie, he does not do well with disrespect, especially if it was with his boyfriends. "Paul dear is that you?!" Freddie asked popping his head out. "Indeed it is," I said bitterly, Freddie ignored me, "How are you dear?" he asked placing a kiss on his cheek, "Same as always, Shit, but you make it all better," I nearly threw up. "Betee?" Freddie asked me, "hmm?" I said not looking up. "Have you finished packing dear?" I groaned, "Papa I dont know what to pack," I complained, even though it was a lie, I just didn't want to do it. Freddie clapped his hands together, "Perfect I can help you on it," 'Damn it' I thought as Freddie lead me to my room.
When we got their he began to go through my closet, "Betee, I don't like the way you treat Paul," He sounded disappointed, I got my suitcase out and opened it, Freddie was touring and naturally I was going with him. When I didn't say anything he turned around, "Look at me." He said but I couldn't, so he lifted my chin, I reluctantly looked up at him. "You treat him with the same respect you do me, understand?" He said, looking at me sternly, I looked at him cooly, "I don't see why, he is not my Father." Freddie looked shocked I was usually so obedient. "You're right, but I am. And as your father I am telling you to do as your told, do you hear me?" I looked at him in confusion, "But papa-" He put his hand over my mouth, "No, if I hear any disrespect to Paul you will not like the consequence," I knew exactly what that consequence would be and it enraged me. "That's not fair," I said moving his hand, "Just because you like someone doesn't mean I have to like them too!" he was quick to answer, "No it doesn't, but it doesn't give you a right to be rude, now I don't want to hear another word on the subject," I opened my mouth to argue more but he popped my mouth, "Not a word." He said sternly, and he went back to looking through my closet. I bit my tongue hard, my mouth stung a bit but it wasn't hard enough for me to cry out, I was just furious, but I knew better then to say anything else, so I sucked up my pride and packed sulking the entire time, we didn't say a word to eachother unless it was about something I wanted to take or if I liked an outfit, it had been a while since we got in an argument like this and I hated Paul for causing it.

Freddie's P.O.V
I simply cannot understand why Rosalie is being so stubborn about this, it isn't hard to be kind to someone, even if she doesn't like them very much. I left Rosalie's room with her on the bed sulking still, I had smacked her in the mouth because she was being absolutely ridiculous, Paul was not a bad person, and she just didn't know when to stop. I mean really, I walked into the living room to see Paul watching the telly, he looked up when I walked in, "well hello again, are you alright?" I sighed, "Yes dear, just dealing with bitchy daughters can be difficult," Paul chuckled, "Indeed, I remember going to school with girls like that, never a dull day I tell ya." I chuckled, "I just don't know what to do with her, she's usually so obedient," Paul sighed, "If I were you Freddie I wouldn't let her walk all over you like she did, you need to put her back in line," I thought this over, "I don't like to use harsh punishments right away," Paul sighed, "Well maybe you need too." I frowned, that's not how I did things with Rosalie, "I'll think about it," I lied, I already knew that would never be the case. I loved her too much, and we had a system that worked. I was beginning to feel upset that me and Rosie hadn't worked anything out yet, I stood up, "What are you doing?" Paul asked, "I'm going to talk to Rosalie," I said and Paul grabbed my hand, "don't Fred, it won't teach her anything," I ignored him, and shook his hand loose. I heard him sigh as I walked to Rosalie's room. I opened the door and she was on her bed reading a magazine, my eyes were drawn to her mouth which was still red, I didn't think I had popped her that hard. Rosalie looked up from her magazine, saw it was me and immediately went back to reading. I sighed and closed the door, "Betee, look at me darling," I cooed, sighing she put the magazine down and looked up at me. I was relieved that she was complying. I walked over to her and sat on the bed, "baby I hate for us to be upset with eachother," Rosalie looked at me and sighed, "Papa I don't like him, something about him just bothers me." It was my turn to sigh, "My love do you remember that one teacher you had in school, everyone hated her, but you still had to respect her?" Rosalie nodded and so I went on, "Thats kind of what this is, even though you don't like Paul, you still need to be respectful, does that make sense honey?" Rosalie nodded, "I guess," she fiddled with the ring I got her for her birthday, "Can you do that for me?" she thought for a minute before nodding, I smiled,  "Thats my girl," I kissed her cheek, and she wrapped her arms around me, "I love you Papa," she said. My heart swelled, "I love you too Betee."

Hey guys so I'm sorry about adding Paul in, however he unfortunately was a big part of Freddie's life and so he is going to be in future chapters, thank you for all of the support love you lots and love you Freddie dear❤