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

Chapter Twenty Nine: Party Like It's 1989

I glance down at the lines of my palms as the night sky is not shown due to my curtains. What was my purpose of looking down at my palms? I can't read them myself, I would have to hire a psychic. I would consider doing that, to see what the future holds. But that would only give me more anxiety. I don't know what is to come next after I graduate in two months. College? Military? I don't know, I have deeply thought about all of the possible options. Do I want to live a normal life? Or do I want to follow the same footsteps as my father?

I just don't want to make a decision too quickly, and then years later realize that I'm miserable and made a huge mistake. Oh this is absolutely thought provoking. I stand up and begin to prance. Continuing to think about my future that is to come in eight weeks. Eight weeks. Two months. Fifty six days. The phone in my room rings and causes me to jump out of my thoughts. I am literally scared back into reality. I take the few steps that I need to make to get to my phone on my nightstand. I pick it up and take a deep breath, hoping that I don't sound panicked.

"Hello?" I answer. "Hey, it's Joe. We're going to be there in five minutes." He informed. I needed to go with them, so that I can have a distraction away from thinking about my future. I want to have fun and not worry about anything for one night. I don't care about the alarms being on my window that will go off even if I open it at a certain time. "Ok, we have to escape quickly. Don't even park in front of my house, park more towards the side." I suggest because it would be the smarter thing to do. "Ok. We'll be there very soon." He said and then the other line was not there meaning he hung up. I did the same and plotted my escape. I didn't care who was home or what my dad had to think about me getting in trouble. I just wanted to leave for a period of time.

The car horn of Joe's car goes off and I can tell it is his car. I have heard that tone for years now. There is no turning back now. Either I go or I go. Meaning that there is no real option. I glance to my door, no one is there. I listen closely for any sort of sounds, nothing. Instantaneously I lift my window up. The alarm blasts as I jump to the ground. I didn't land on my feet but I managed to quickly get up and start bolting towards the bushes. I am running for my life and no, I am not being dramatic about it. If my dad comes out here to find me then he'll kill me. Or worse, he'll ground my ass until I'm eighty years old. But there is no sign of anyone out here, only Bill the security guy trying to contact my dad.

By that time I am already climbing the vine bush and jumping the fence. When I fall, Ben luckily catches me and I places me back on my feet. I instantly get into the car and the other two boys run in and Joe only steps on the gas, causing a public disturbance. Great. Now my parents are definitely going to know that I have snuck out. We begin to make our way downtown and it is so crowded tonight. I wonder why. Usually it can be populous, but it never looks like this. Ben noticed that I had fallen into a state of confusion. "Oh, every first Friday of the month the club that we're going to offers free drinks. But don't worry, I know a way so that we don't have to wait in line." He informed with a wink. I chuckled and shook my head.

What the hell did I get myself into? I don't know, and I really do not care at the moment. Minutes later we are parked towards the back of a building completely constructed of glass and multiple colors of light flashing through. This definitely looks like a club to me. We step out, and Joe takes a good look at my red shirt and jeans. He doesn't seem to be satisfied with my choice. I wouldn't either but it was all that I could think of. I don't have any provocative clothing, yet.

        "Ew, you're wearing that?" He criticized. "What's wrong with this?" I wonder, even though I already know that he can write an entire essay on this. "Everything." Was all he said. I only began to laugh. "I agree. But this was all I really had. My dad would not let me walk an inch outside of the house looking like how Ben looks." I explain and they both happened to agree. "Let's get inside, we're using the back door." Ben told us as we started walking. Now I actually have questions. "Why are we-" I began when Ben shortly interrupted me. "I'm friends with the guy who owns this place. I helped him start his business and in return he let's me come and go when I please." He said.