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

Chapter Thirty Four: Intervention

Joe's POV
The red light I am in front of is the longest light in the damn history of stoplights. I am only wasting gas by stopping. Eight minutes feels like an eternity on the highway. I am thankful to be in front of everyone else when I glance at the long series of cars through the rear view mirror. Shit. The worse case scenarios always happen to me. Tiff is correct, I always come up with failed plans. I am sure that her plan for running away will fail as well. I'm not in support, but she's too stubborn to listen to any from of correction. No wonder why her and Freddie don't get along. Plus she wouldn't survive a day being on her own. She doesn't know anyone in Oregon who would take her in, and she is not one to live on the street. Ben on the other hand, I could see him being homeless in San Francisco five years from now. I'm not saying that to be an asshole, but he would want to experience being one of the streets. I would offer him a million dollars and he wouldn't accept it.

Anyways, the reason why she will not succeed in running, is because half of her family is in the black corvette behind me! He saw me first because he hasn't left his stare on the back of my head since. I'll just pretend I don't see him. Maybe he is looking somewhere else. I don't care. I am free from this potentially bad situation when the light is changed to green. I go into the maximum speed limit when making a turn. The three of them also made the choice to turn onto the highway. Okay, that's nothing suspicious, a lot of people make this turn. I look around at the series of stores from left to right. They continue to go straight in the same lane and it makes me nervous. Okay.

I have to distract them, convince myself that they are not trying to trace my every move. I will just pull up to the gas station nearby and pretend that I am going to get gas. My fear and possible delusion might dissolve if I see them pass me. I have to pay attention for the duration of half of a mile until I find my location. I made it in only two minutes. I turn slowly into the parking lot of my destination and my heart dropped to the floor of my car.

The black corvette is a few feet behind me. Now it is confirmed that I am being followed. Okay, alright, calm down Joe. If they want to follow me, I will make this the hardest challenge for them. I'll drive them all the way out to the fucking Golden Gate Bridge if I have to. I back out of the place and step on the petal to leave this area. I am practically going eighty miles per hour as the area that both parties are in contain nothing but trees. There is no one on this road. I increased the speed to a hundred. The horn blared from the car behind me and I ignore it. I have to get out of here. They are going to run out of fuel eventually. I will just have to outrun them.

I continue speeding down the empty road. It seems to be never ending but I will leave sooner or later. Fuck. He owes me a new car. Did they actually hit the back of my car? I pull over immediately. With them following right behind me.

This event caused me to be outraged. I take the key out from behind the steering wheel and caused my car to shut down. I am the first one to get out of a vehicle and into the open. The back of my car looks horrendous with the bumper falling off onto the concrete and a blinker being shattered. Freddie stepped out of his car and I wanted to punch him in the face. I can't do that. Not only is he not doing well, he's an adult too. He crosses his arms, scanning me up and down. I have so much that I have to say to him. Where do I even begin? I know, with that he fucking destroyed my car that I paid for!

"Did you guys actually crash into my car?" I start in disbelief. "Yes Joe, it was the only way I could get you to stop." He responded placidly. I cannot even hold my composure. "I'm the one who has to suffer with the damage because my car looks worse than yours! It's old as shit too, look how rusty it is Freddie!" I declaimed. He grinned. He's going to kill me and Tiff will be next. "First of all Josephine Francis Mazzello, I am not going to let you disrespect me like that. But you're not my biological son so I can't do anything. So I ask that you please do not talk to me like that." He tells me. I wonder why he is being so close to pacifying. Never mind, I know why. He wants something from me. I'm not going to do anything for him because of what he did to my car. I was in love with this antique thing for over two years.