My Love, Brian May [The Last Chapter] {Completed}

Kinds of Love

"I don't have feelings towards him like that anymore. It's hard to explain but I guess you could say I was bored. You'll understand when you're older but, love gets weird. You're not always satisfied with what your partner gives you. So I went with Roger for a bit, just to get a bit more action that your father wasn't giving me." I explain while trying hard to hold back a stream of tears.
"Why Roger though?" He asks, wiping his wet cheeks and sniffing.
"Well," I start as I had to think about the question for a bit. "Back then, everyone already knows this but, Roger was really handsome for his age. Every concert, girls were all over him. I guess I first started to like him after this one incident at a bar in the states."
"What happened?"
I heave a nervous sigh. I wasn't sure if he was old enough to know about what happened that night. 'Mm, I guess it's appropriate enough for him.'
"We were really drunk. I went to use the restroom to fix my make up when Roger came in." I pause for a moment before continuing on. "He, well, he kissed me. And I guess I...enjoyed it? I don't know cause I slapped him across the face afterwards before leaving him in the bathroom."
Yes I was leaving out some minor details, like how he grabbed my waist and called me beautiful before I shoved him against a wall. But he didn't need to know that.
"Oh..." is all he responds with, breaking eye contact with me. "Did you... did you two ever..."
"Sleep together? Not in the way you're thinking about. I spent the night at his house once but nothing happened." I reply recalling the time I slept with him as he cuddled with me and kissed me all over. Did I miss it? Not really.
"Oh..." He mumbles again but this time quieter. Suddenly though, his head perks up as a thought comes to his mind. "Mom, What would happen... if something were to happen to dad? Would you be with Roger?"
"Um..."
This was the thing I didn't like to think about. Ever since my dad died I had hoped that the same thing wouldn't happen to my child but you never know these days.
"That's not really something I like to think about darling. It would all depend on the situation and how I would be feeling at the moment." I reply, pressing my lips together as a single tears falls down my cheek before I quickly wipe it off.
"Oh..."
"Well, now that you know the truth," I start as I get up from his bed and make my way towards the door. "Any other questions?"
"Do you love dad?"
'Oh if only he knew...'
"I love your dad more than anything on this planet, besides you of course. Without him, I don't know how I would continue on. But yes, I love him very very much."
"And Roger?" He adds allowing me to grow a bit quiet for a second.
"I love him very much as well, but darling it's a different type a love. This love isn't as real as my love towards your father, but it's still very strong. To put it this way, he's probably my closest and my most reliable friend."
"Okay... that's all."
"Alright dear. Dinner'll be ready in a half hour or so." I say before exiting his room and trying hard to catch my breath as I noticed I had been holding it in the entire time.
I lean against the wall of the corridor as my thoughts filled every inch of my mind. 'God why must everything be so difficult?' Suddenly my eyes get watery again and I begin to silently cry to myself. The tears stung my flushed cheeks as the painful memories returned.
As if it couldn't get any worse, the door across the hall swings open to reveal the curious blonde. His eyes land on me before growing concerned and hurrying towards me.
"Izzy darling, what's the matter?" He asks, cupping my face and wiping away the continuing liquid.
"Michael knows Rog, he knows about the two of us and our history." I mumble as his blue eyes tried to search into mine for hidden secrets in which he must find.
"Oh shit. Are you alright?"
"I mean, I don't know. I can't be okay about something that I've tried to cover up only to be revealed long after it happened. I was hoping he wouldn't know until another few years. The thing I left out, was the fact you still have feelings towards me."
"Why that?" He asks, getting unbelievably close to me as the wall stood as a barrier behind me.
"Rog, he's a 13 year old boy who is capable of possibly killing you if I told him that. And besides, that's something that's only between us. Brian doesn't even know."
"Hmm, Maybe it's a good thing." He whisper as he brushes a curl from my still red face. I feel his other hand grasp my waist allowing me to grow rather uncomfortable.
"Roger..."
"It's alright dear. I won't go any farther."
As much as he was flirtatious towards me, I knew that the mistake we had made would never happen again.
     I pull a small smile before lifting my arms and wrappings them around him in a hug. His hand made it to my hair in which he gently stroked while I inhaled his glorious scent.
     "How about I cook tonight?" He offers as I pull my head away from his chest and eye him funny.
     "You? Cook? Never." I laugh as he pulls a playful pout.
     "Hey! I know a few. You might like it."
     "Oh god..." I giggle, shaking my head at his ridiculous offer. His pleading eyes shot me like a bullet allowing me to make up my mind. "Alright Alright, fine."
     And with that, he was downstairs faster than a hungry dog getting called to go for a walk.