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

Chapter Thirty Five: Wait, My Roommate Is A Boy?!

      The Garden Lodge doesn't feel like home to me. I have this weird feeling about houses. I can walk into an area and know that I am going to be in there for a very long time. I did not feel this way towards the Garden Lodge. Los Angelas is my home, however I hate it just as much as London. I've been thinking lately about where I want to live when I am able to move out. I don't want to live in a city. I would want to live somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Out in the mountains or in the desert. I don't know what I want to do and I only have little time to decide. Ugh I should have made my life choices my sophomore year.

       This house is scary as fuck. I used to be terrified to stay here at the age of thirteen when we first got this house. There would be knocking on the ceiling and things would move around in my room. My point is that these four walls are haunted by something. I have never felt safe in here and I always begged my dad to have us move out just for the school year so that I can be away. I persuaded him eventually. It was so bad that I would find any excuse to stay at Brian's house. That fear that I felt years ago is making a comeback. I haven't heard anything but it is too silent. Can my dad and Jim please do something? I don't care what it is. I just want to know that I am not alone. Wait, never mind I'm not alone. There are many people in this house. And I hear one of the invisible people walking. Shit, it's coming closer. I hope that it will not use my body as a vessel. Because I have already hurt my dad, and I don't want to do it again unknowingly.

       This person is not invisible. They are a real person but only a shadow at the moment. I am terrified. This person could steal my dad's things and I can't just watch that happen. This person was now in my room. It was a mistake leaving the door open but that was what my dad wanted me to do. I listen to my instincts and turn on the small lamp right next to me. Joe? I sigh being sure that it wasn't a demon. "Hi." I whisper not wanting to wake my parents up. He has a closer approach and lays down under the covers of my bed. "I'm going to sleep with you, because I know that you're scared to fall asleep." He said. "You're scared too?" I ask him. He nods. "Hell yes. I heard some shit in the attic." He told me. That's the usual report of this house being haunted. The only way that I can ease our fear is to just talk about normal things.

There was just something off about his behavior here. He has been a lot more quiet than he typically is. He didn't say a word during dinner earlier in the evening. He was also completely emotionless throughout the entire long flight. "Hey man, are you mad at me?" I ask him. He sighed not even looking at me but at the ceiling. I followed along looking at the white ceiling as well. "No, I'm just irritated in general. You planned to run away and now I'm barricaded in here with a very controlling dad, a relaxed dad, and a juvenile delinquent. And it was all for cutting your hair." He stated bluntly. "Hey I'm not a juvenile delinquent!" I laugh. "Yes you are. I don't need my non biological dads to parent me right now, I'm like Michael Jackson, I'm a fucking lone wolf." He explained. "Michael Jackson was not a lone wolf, he had his five other brothers before Off The Wall came out." I explain. Our debate sounds like we could be on drugs. But we are only delirious and sleep deprived.

We hear the wood of the floors shifting and I knew this was not the drill. The demon was going to possess the both of us and we're going to inadvertently disrespect our parents. I hug Joe and he is shaking so badly as he wraps his arms around my body. I only stare at the doorway and wait for the demon to attempt to survive in the light. My dad needs to stop frightening me in this way. Joe and I separate because my dad was staring at the both of us, commanding us to separate with his glare. "Fuck you Freddie." Joe said being annoyed with my dad for scaring us. "What is Joe doing in bed with you? There are twenty-six other rooms to stay in." This is the first of potentially many questions. "I'm scared to fall asleep by myself." He answered. "Dad how did you even know that we were awake?" I ask. "There are intercoms in this house, I can hear every word that you guys are saying." He answered and took a seat on the bed.