My Love, Brian May {Book 2}

Night

I'm... on stage? Oh my god there so many people in the audience. Why am I the only one up here? Why are they clapping? What?!
I look over to see Brian appear next to me out of no where.
"Brian? What are you doing..."
Just then another figure appears on the other side of me. Roger?
"What's going on?"
"Miss curry... we have been waiting..." a echoing voice says throughout the auditorium. I look around confused while the boys stand straight faced towards the crowd. "Who do you choose?"
"What?! I..."
"Choose choose choose..." the crowd chants as I realize my own mind was torturing me.
"I... already chose..." I stutter but they continue to chant, every chant sounding more intense than the last.
"Izzy, you love me more don't you?" Brian asks, turning towards me with the same cold expression.
"No izzy, you love me more. I complete all your desires..." Roger says, turning to face me as well.
"No, I'm the one you truly love.." Brian protests but with the same expression. That face looking so unreal and emotionless.
"No me."
"No me"
"Choose choose choose choose."
The whole room spun making me dizzy and frustrated. The chants, the arguing, it was all too much for my brain to bear.
"Stop!!!" I scream, bursting into tears as I hold my hands over my ears.

"Stop!" I almost scream before shooting up from bed, my heart racing and my whole body shaking in fear.
I look over to see Brian still sleeping surprisingly. Taking a deep breath, I assure myself it was only a dream. Tears were glued to my face as I had been crying in my sleep.
Quietly climbing out of bed, I tip toe over to the door where I exit the room and make my way towards the ice cold staircase. As I reach the bottom, I notice a little red glow from the kitchen where I was going to fetch myself a glass of water.
Edging closer to the figure, I see it's Roger smoking a cigarette in the dark. He turns to face me as I near closer to him sitting at the kitchen table.
"Oh... hello." He greets in a raspy voice before taking another drag of his cigarette and blowing a cloud of smoke from his lips.
"Hi..." I reply, feeling my cheeks slowly beginning to flush red with embarrassment. Moving on, I reach the cupboard and pull out a glass. The moonlight was shining through every window of the house, giving each room an iridescent glow.
As I fill my glass with water from the tap, I begin to cough a bit from the built up smoke throughout the kitchen. Quickly finishing my drink, I turn to him, still coughing, with a slightly stern expression on my face.
"What?" He asks tapping his light on a piece of newspaper since we owned no ashtrays in our house.
"Okay so rule number one for starters, if your gonna smoke, do it outside. The smell drives me mad as well as Brian." I say, trying to pull a serious expression as he presses the tip of the cigarette on the newspaper, putting it out.
"Should've known to be honest. Anything else?" He asks with a long sigh. It honestly made me annoyed... his attitude.
"I'll make it up as I go." I reply, turning back and placing the glass in the sink to be washed in the morning. I then turn back around to pass him back to my room before he stops me.
"So that room..." he starts making me stop in my tracks. "What's in it that's so secretive?" He asks making turn around and approach him once again. Pulling out a chair, I take a seat across from him.
"Like Brian said, it's not really anyone's business yet." I final reply but his expression stated he was not satisfied with my response.
"Come on Iz... it's for the baby isn't it?" He asks making me freeze in shock.
"H..how did you know?" I stutter, unable to grasp how he found out in the first place. It was suppose to be a secret until at least 2 weeks into the pregnancy is what we agreed.
"Ever since I met Brian, he's told me he wants nothing more than a child to look after with his future wife. I guessed it was either some sort of sketchy hideout or a room for the future child. When are you planning?" He asks as I stare awestruck at his mention of Brian in I'm guessing high school.
"J..July" I reply, my voice unsteady. He chuckles at my uneasiness before responding to my response.
"Coming up isn't it?"
"Yep..." I say with a sigh making him furrow his eyebrows at me in confusion.
"You don't want one do you?" He asks, his tone all of a sudden filled with concern towards me.
"It's not that. I just don't think I'm ready to be a parent..."
He presses his lips together before replying with a simple nod. "Yeah, Dom wanted a child. I girl to be exact." He adds silently chuckling at the remembrance of his ex girlfriend.
I turn to him in fascination of the topic. I haven't talked about or to Dominque in a while.
"I never proposed to her. I never felt ready because... well... y'know." He continues shyly at the topic of him still having feelings towards me. "Anyways, she would frequently get upset over the topic always asking why I wasn't ready or why I didn't love her enough. I never wanted that relationship with her... ever."
As much as I sorta hated him, he was just as human as me meaning he had feelings and emotions just as I. It honestly kinda got me emotional just hearing his personal problems. It was hard to explain what it was like but all I can describe as was it was like reading a new book after rereading one over and over again. Same genre and everything.
"After she left, it was as if she took a part of me with her. Y'know what I mean?" He asks turning to me with sorrow in his blue eyes.
"I know exactly what you mean." I mumble remembering the time only a month ago when I had left Brian and it was like I left a part of myself with him. "Roger what were you doing down here in the first place?"
"Couldn't sleep. What about you?"
"Nightmare." I reply feeling a slight shiver crawl up my spine from the thought of the horrid image I had just witnessed not even 5 minutes ago.
"Yeah I heard you scream. You alright?" He asks, inspecting my shaken body up and down in worry.
"Oh...yeah. I'm fine." I mumble in response to his question. Feeling a bit awkward, I slowly get up from the chair. "Well, I'm going back to bed. Don't stay up too late." I advise before heading back to the marble staircase and up towards my room.
As I lay down next to Brian, I couldn't help but... feel bad for Roger. It must be hard for him to deal with all of this so soon. I should try to make his stay as enjoyable as possible.